Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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It Never Rains but it Pours
Chapter 1
It was a beautiful sunny day and in the garden a line of more than a dozen nappies fluttered in the warm wind slowly bleaching to a dazzling white in the solar rays. Plastic pants filled with air puffed out and swung majestically in the breeze. Further along the line a row of large bibs from Umberto in Barcelona all trimmed in different colours but all embroidered in multicoloured threads with the name “baby” announced to the world that they belonged to no ordinary infant as their size was far to large. [Author’s note: turn right off Las Ramblas by the Chinese house with the umbrella, take the left fork and opposite the church is a shop festooned with bibs of all sizes and colours].
The garden belonged to an enormous mansion of a house that boasted 12 bedrooms, many of which had en-suite bathrooms and lay in a rural part of Wiltshire. In the large and modern kitchen, a woman with long dark raven hair was preparing food. She wore a dark blue tunic over which was a white starched bibbed apron tied tightly at the back. In times past she would have easily been recognised as a staff nurse or matron. Her bright blue eyes had a piercing quality that looked as if they would tolerate no nonsense or argument. At almost six feet in height, she would easily tower over many a person.
On the kitchen surface of finest granite, stood a large plastic steriliser that was full of infant feeding bottles, latex teats and dummies. A quick glance, and it could easily be missed, that these were far larger than those used by toddlers and young children. A large pine kitchen table with six matching chairs stood in the middle of the room and at one end stood an old-fashioned high chair with a wooden tray that surrounded the vinyl seat with pink straps that would securely hold the occupant. A large baby’s rattle lay on the table along with a clean folded bib and a pink dummy, no doubt laid out in preparation for the occupant to arrive.
An old wooden slatted drier hung from the ceiling with a cord that could raise it above the warming heat of the stove, it was festooned with onesies and footed sleepers that were airing along with a few large terry nappies and a couple of pairs of plastic pants that would be warm and comfy for the intended recipient.
All around the room, affixed to the wall with ‘blue tack’ were infantile drawings of strange figures and animals, all gloriously coloured but clumsily crafted. They were childish but at the same time they had a subtlety that denied the age of the artist. Some of the picture reflected a mind, that was tortured, or in some way distorted by events of the past – some critics might describe the artworks as disturbed.
The large clock on the wall announced to the world that it was almost noon, somewhere in the house, from one of the upstairs rooms there came a muffled sound, it might better be described as a moan or terrible groan. The dark-haired woman wiped her hands on a linen cloth and placed the food she had prepared on to the tray of the high chair, it was a plastic plate on which was placed beautifully crafted sandwich fingers with the crusts neatly removed. “Nanny’s coming” she shouted out. She pulled some of the warm clothes from the drier and folded them on the kitchen table and made a neat pile that she gathered up in her arms. She buried her face in the soft terry nappies that were on the top of the pile and breathed in their fragrance. She prided herself on their whiteness, softness and fragrance. left the kitchen and headed up the stairs.
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This is going good so far please continue.
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Chapter 2
It was one year ago when Dr Susan Handley discovered that her husband was having an affair with his secretary. It was the usual symptoms, meetings that suddenly took him away from home, phone calls that had to be taken out of her ear shot. Her husband Tom was crazy to try and hoodwink her, after all she was a psychiatrist, a fully capable psychologist and she was perfectly capable of noticing the smallest changes in his mental attitudes and behaviour. It did not take a genius to know that something was not quite right.
Susan was described by most who saw her, as a striking beauty. Tall, slim and elegantly dressed, she was a good catch for any man. She had inherited the house that they lived in from her father, who was an eminent specialist in orthodontics and facial reconstruction. A great deal of the dental work was performed in one of the two surgeries that he shared with a dragon-like woman who was his dental hygienist. The complex surgical procedures were performed at the private hospital where he was one of the consultants. It was on his way to one of his hospital surgeries when he had the crash that took his life.
She was devastated, her father had been her rock and been there to support and care for her after the death of her mother from cancer, when she was a young teenager. It was during this period that she had been drawn to Tom.
Tom was a junior solicitor acting in the practice that had been assigned as executors of her father’s estate. He was 28 years old and she was 35, he was just over five feet tall and she was nearly six. She was assertive and he tended to be a bit of a wimp and easily compliant. Although she had dated a number of suitors and enjoyed their company, most of her men found her too assertive and she was unwilling to let her career take a back seat in her relationships. Tom was a bit like a teddy, who she could hug to her breast like the child she had never had. Increasingly she found herself talking to him as a child and picking him up for any misdemeanour, a mark on his tie, a stain in his underwear, or a misplaced comment to her.
In a matter of months, they had fallen in to a relationship that seemed to suit them both, where Susan was most certainly in charge and Tom was the one who did as he was told. She dictated when they had sex and in what manner that would be performed. Tom’s sex drive was more driven than hers and, on those occasions, she would lead him to satisfaction by hand manipulating him or making him masturbate while she talked to him like a baby (which seemed to turn him on).
The mansion house was quickly adapted to her needs. The two surgeries were separated by an office that used to be shared between her father and his hygienist. Susan had the two walls removed and replaced with glass that could be electrically frosted by the push of a button. In the normal unfrosted state, it was possible to see across from one surgery into the other. Anybody seated in the office was able to keep any eye on either surgery.
ECT (Electro Convulsive Therapy) was a treatment for a number of mental conditions, and though still employed, was in decline compared to the old days. It was a lucrative business for Susan who took on private patients and also did work for the NHS under contract. Susan was far from finished in terms of her accomplishments and added the useful skill of hypnotherapist to her extensive portfolio.
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Author: Sorry I lost the rest of the last paragraph!
ECT (Electro Convulsive Therapy) was a treatment for a number of mental conditions, and though still employed, was in decline compared to the old days. It was a lucrative business for Susan who took on private patients and also did work for the NHS under contract. Susan was far from finished in terms of her accomplishments and added the useful skill of hypnotherapist to her extensive portfolio.
Chapter 3
Once Susan had set up one surgery for her ECT machine and had the relevant anaesthesia equipment and restraints installed, she set up the other surgery as an observation room for post-surgical patients. Once patients had stabilised, they were taken upstairs to the floor where six bedrooms had been furnished as private rooms where they could convalesce and be restored to normality. One room was different from the rest and had been made very secure. The walls were papered in a pale pink nursery print that was purported to be more restful, the windows were barred and the door looked more in keeping with a prison cell than a hospital and came complete with an inspection portal. The bed was like a cot and had restraints fitted to the frame to restrict unruly patients.
Once the building works had been completed, Susan set about recruiting an experienced psychiatric nurse to join her in the new practice. The dark-haired girl she immediately took to, was called Mary, who not only came with the highest credentials, but had in her earlier years completed a course of training as a Norland College nanny in Bath. Her earliest charges had been amongst the aristocrats of English nobility.
The top floor was where Susan and Tom had their room and five other rooms (all with their own bathrooms) where Mary also had her own room. The attic had been converted into three storage rooms and a large room that was turned into a lounge/den for Mary’s use.
The conversions and renovations took six months and, in that time, Tom looked after the contractual work with the various trades and builders to ensure that projects were finished on time in order to save them from costly penalties. Half way through the works, Tom moved in with Susan and she became progressively bored with his immaturity and lack of physical skills. He was hopeless at decorating; he could not even hang a picture on the wall without it being crooked and apart from the legal paperwork he was quite useless.
Three months after Tom had moved in with Susan, he had started making out with Sarah who was a junior legal secretary in the office. They called each other by silly baby names like “coochie coo”, “my little honey bunny” and other infantile terms. Notes were slipped in to the manila files that they passed between them, prior to, and post, typing. The office staff and more particularly the senior partners were beginning to take notice of their immature behaviour. It did not help that one of the files containing a silly little love note from Tom ended up on the desk of Mr. Jonathan Willard-Sythe QC, the boss of Rounders Solicitors.
He was far from amused and summoned Tom and Sarah to his office where they were given a severe warning and both threatened with being dismissed if their stupidity continued. They left the office looking pale and decided to slip outside for a cigarette where they giggled and chattered like naughty children. It was that night that Tom went to Sarah’s small flat and they made out for the first time. They drank too much wine and the evening was literally a flop as Tom was unable to perform. Sarah was too drunk to notice his clumsy fumbling anyway.
Tom drove home in an unsuitable state for driving, being well over the alcoholic limit. Susan was livid that he should take such stupid risks and not at all convinced by his talk of an office party, nor impressed by the smell of perfume on him that was clearly from another woman. Tom was dispatched to one of the spare rooms after Susan had finished berating him and Mary came to Susan afterwards to give her boss some words of comfort.
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I hope she's going to brainwash Tom and implant remote hypnotic suggestions into a baby and he's got fight against it.
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Chapter 4
The new medical practice opened and Susan and Mary looked after a succession of patients who had been booked in with psychiatric conditions like schizophrenia, severe depression, dipolar syndrome and dementia. They took on a housekeeper called Mrs Bowling who provided meals for them all and also another nurse called Julia, who looked after the day to day care of the patients, changing their bedding and in some severe cases their incontinence protection in the dementia cases particularly.
Tom had been very attentive to Susan over the coming weeks and they decided that they would marry at the register office, when Mary and Mrs Bowling came as witnesses. They did not want a grand wedding and Tom’s mother was quite estranged from her son anyway and declined to attend the ceremony. His father had run off with another woman years ago and his mother blamed Tom for driving him away with his brattish behaviour.
They stayed in London at the Ritz Hotel and went to Langan’s Brasserie for dinner. It was all reassuringly expensive but Tom drank too much and was unable to consummate his marriage that night. Susan was disappointed but for some reason she could not quite explain had a vision of Mary flash in to her mind, and most disturbingly she felt a surge of sexual passion. The next morning Tom fulfilled his function as a husband and with total lack of finesse or any semblance of care or passion had sex with his wife. Susan did not bother to feign any sort of fulfilment but let Tom hump away like a dog. The weekend was fun apart from the sex, they went to Hamley’s in Regent Street and Susan bought Tom a large fluffy teddy with a huge pink bow around its neck. They went to Dirty Bones in Carnaby Street and ate spare ribs, went to Mappin and Webb where Tom bought Susan a belated engagement ring to add to her wedding band. Finally, they settled in Chinatown and had a meal of Peking Duck with pancakes, sliced cuc-umber, spring onion and Hoi Sin sauce. They returned to the hotel and once again Tom’s performance in bed was at best rated mediocre.
Susan and Mary continued to improve the business and the team started to function really well. Mrs. Bowling was a gem and a treasure, who cooked beautiful meals for them all. Julia moved into one of the spare rooms most of the week so that she could be on call if any patients became disturbed or restless. They discovered that a combination of hypnosis and ECT could provide spectacular results in a number of conditions, especially where patients needed to be regressed back to a time when they did not have psychotic episodes in search of fundamental triggers to their conditions.
As the medical practice grew in success and profitability, Tom shrank in importance and his self-esteem dwindled as the law firm gave him less and less important tasks to fulfil. He became the conveyancing man; he was not entrusted with any cases that required him to show a profile in the business. He was the backroom boy doing the searches and handling the deeds to properties, the intermediate to building societies, banks and specialist loan companies. He and Sarah rekindled their clandestine relationship and all would have been well had they not be spied by Julia on her evening off, as Tom was supposed to be working late on an ‘urgent case’, but was sitting in a corner of a wine bar with his hand up Sarah’s skirt fiddling about in her pants as he prattled endlessly to her in baby talk. Julia who was treated well by Susan felt truly enraged and despite her urge to intervene instead took a video of them on her iPhone.
Chapter 5
The conversation between Julia and Susan was very difficult and it was not too long before Mary and Mrs Bowling were sharing the news. They formed a plan between them and decided that it would serve no purpose to delay putting it into action. They moved the cot from the secure room to the ECT room and put a series of harnesses onto the bed in the observation room. In the office Susan prepared a syringe with a powerful sedative, and another that would relax his muscles.
Tom came in at about midnight and no sooner had he switched on the hall light when the three women set about him to strip off his clothes and strap him into the bed in the observation room. Susan injected him with the pre-prepared syringes and Tom began to slump almost at once as the powerful sedative took hold of his body.
Mrs Bowling who was an expert with a sharp knife from years of cooking and preparing food, had his clothes cut off in minutes. They all sighed at the appearance of his underpants that were not only badly stained at the back but were really wet at the front caused by his incontinence caused by drinking too much alcohol and losing control. Once again it was Mrs Bowling who brandished the razor and began to shave off the hair around his groin. It took the four of them to man-handle his dead weight and turn him over to complete the shaving process. His shredded clothes were gathered up and stuffed in to a black bin bag ready for disposal.
Julia and Mary folded a large white terry nappy in to the traditional kite shape and lay it on the bed. Tom was rolled back over and laid on the nappy as the girls started the process of applying zinc and castor oil cream and baby powder over the rather pathetic and useless instrument of his manhood. A baby’s Harrington terry nappy was folded in half and laid over his front and the other large nappy pulled up between his legs and Mary with her nanny training took one of the open pins from her mouth and firmly pinned the two sides together, before tugging the other edge of the nappy and pinning it tightly with the second pin. Julia flapped open a large pair of translucent plastic pants and worked his feet through the leg openings. Between them they managed to work the pants up his legs and over the huge bulk of his fluffy soft nappies. They fussed about making sure that there was no towelling left uncovered by the plastic protection.
“What’s happening?” murmured Tom fighting the drugs that were rendering him incapable of making any physical interaction. “I cannot move my legs” he said, beginning to panic as his strength drained away.
“You are a louse Tom” retorted Susan “and you are going to pay the price for your infidelity”. She reached in to the pocket of her white coat and pulled out an adult sized pink dummy that she had found on sale in Ebay. It was a perfect replica of a baby’s dummy and the large teat was quickly slipped in to his mouth bringing a subdued silence, the face plate completely covered his mouth and made intelligible speech impossible.
“Nnnnnng” spluttered Tom trying to spit out the invading soother, but Susan had her hand firmly on the binky’s ring and made sure it remained firmly in place. Mary found some surgical bandage and tied it through the dummy and wrapped it around his head.
“It is one of the secret techniques I used with troublesome toddlers” she said with a grin “it worked far more efficiently than the naughty step!”
Tom was dragged up in to a sitting position and a t-shirt fitted over his head that was bright pink in colour and simply said “BABY” on the front. Julia shook open a bib that was made of white terry towelling, edged in pink gingham binding and extended from his neck to the plastic pants that protected his nappy. The colourful embroidery proclaimed “BABY” in multicolour silk thread.
“He is well-coordinated” she giggled “his bib matches his top beautifully”.
Susan had some pink woollen mittens which on the outside might have appeared all soft and fluffy, but on the inside had a stainless-steel pocket that prevented his fingers from bending and at the same time trapped his thumbs. His hands were effectively turned in to useless paddles that could at best wave to his captors.
Mary, in the meantime, was unwrapping a set of baby reins made of pink leather and had a breast plate that had four tinkling bells and a picture of a teddy wearing a nappy on the front. She slipped the straps over his shoulders and secured them tightly at his back. The previously fitted harness straps from the frame of the bed were clipped to the two d-rings on his baby harness making sure that Tom was completely restricted to his new bed.
Mrs Bowling had the honour of fitting a pair of soft knitted pink booties and secured them with pink ribbons to his feet. “These will keep him really cosy and snug” she reported.
The four of them laid him back on to the mattress which had been fitted with a flannelette sheet under which was a good old-fashioned sheet of red rubber to protect the mattress against any spillages or leaks. They looked at each other and then looked at Tom who was flat out and dead to the world all in pink apart from his fluffy white nappy showing through his translucent plastic pants. As they began to gather up the packaging and clear away the debris of their operation, they noticed that his dummy was slowly beginning to pulsate in Tom’s mouth as he used the instrument of pacification for its intended purpose. As the intensity of his nursing increased, so a thin line of drool ran from beneath his do-di and made its way to the absorbent bib around his neck.
Susan turned out the main light, leaving a small dimmed reading light beside the bed to provide a warm glow to the otherwise clinical room. “Now we have to complete the second part of the operation” she said “this may not be quite so easy”. The four of them high fived, and as they left Tom to his evening slumbers, Mary slipped her arm around Susan’s waist.
Susan thought to herself “that damned feeling again” as she felt a surge of sexuality tingle her sensuality.
The four of them decided to have a quick meeting in the office and went next door. Susan activated the electric switch to turn off the frosted effect in the glass and they could see Tom fast asleep. They made plans to meet up first thing in the morning to follow up on the strategy they had decided. They had no residents at the weekend, so there was nothing to get in the way or complicate what was going to be a difficult morning.
It never rains but it pours!
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Chapter 6
Thanks to Julia, who had taken the original video on her iPhone, they knew about Tom’s infidelity, but she was a bright girl and having left the wine bar subsequently had second thoughts and decided to follow them home. She took a booth next to theirs and had to endure the sickening dialogue that drifted over the partition. “Mummy Wummy wants a kissy wissy from her Tommikins”. “Tommikins wants to play with his little kitten’s pussy wussy”. It was so nauseating that it was almost enough to curdle the fine Merlot that she was sipping. She sat there for an hour as the endless prattling went on and on and on. Her iPhone captured most of the conversation up until Sarah started to have an orgasm from whatever ministrations that Tom had been performing in her underwear. Enough was enough, and just as Julia was about to leave or face the prospect of throwing up, the adjoining booth sounded as if they were on the move. She buried her head in the local newspaper, as they passed by, oblivious of her presence.
She had calculated that Sarah must live fairly close by, otherwise why risk drink driving to a bar out of town. Her assumption was well-founded, because the bar was not only within walking distance of Rounders Solicitors but it was also close to Sarah’s flat. They were so engrossed in each other as they drivelled away in childish dialogue and clearly besotted, that a pack of bloodhounds behind them would not have been noticed. They turned in to a large house with a path leading to a door that had a long line of calling bell pushes. As Sarah fumbled for her key, Tom had his hand in her blouse and was trying to suc-k one of her breasts. She pretended to be cross but giggled coquettishly “Naughty baby trying to suc-k Mummy’s titties”.
They stumbled across the threshold and the door closed, a few minutes later a light appeared on the third floor and a silhouette of two people cavorting in the window was easily spotted by Julia. She went to the illuminated bell ladder and there were two flats on that floor, Mr and Mrs G. Findlay and the other a Miss S. Fenwick. Her work was done.
The morning after the securement of Tom, it was decided that Mrs Bowling would look after Tom, which was not going to be that difficult because he was hooked up to a drip and being fed intravenously. A second line in the canula was keeping him sedated and completely knocked out.
Mary, Julia and Susan took the mini van with the dark tinted windows that they used for transporting patients and went in to Bournemouth bought a bunch of flowers from the florist and then went on to the flat where Julia lived. The plan was to phone her number found on Tom’s mobile on the pretext of delivering a bunch of flowers supposedly sent by him. They also used his phone to send the text “Something special coming your way tomorrow, so don’t go out. Kissy Kissy and lots of Cuddles Tommikins XXX”.
It was as easy as taking candy from a baby! Julia rang the doorbell hiding behind a generous bunch of daffodils. The door was opened by Sarah in her flimsy dressing gown who was clearly disappointed at the sight of a £2 bunch of flowers, but her reaction was nothing to the one she received when Susan bounced out from behind Julia and rendered an injection to her arm. Mary took off her coat and they covered it around Sarah before bundling her in to the van.
Susan drove while the other two women worked on Sarah making sure she was properly restrained and unable to come to any harm.
An hour later Sarah was sitting in the cot naked and completely shaved apart from her hair which had been braided in to two pigtails and tied with pink ribbons. A couple of Little Pony barrettes were also placed in her hair to keep it in place.
The top of the cot had a lid that came across and locked. Sarah was like a caged animal when the effects of the injection had worn off.
The women decided it was time.
Tom was allowed to wake up, he had wet his nappy while under the influence of the powerful sedative and Susan had removed the drip feed and the canula when they returned. He slowly sat up and realised that he was not only tethered to his bed but that he was dressed as a baby. A baby with a very wet nappy and a big dummy that he had no way of removing.
From the central office they removed the frosted barrier so that Tom could see them and they could see Tom. The rooms were connected via a speaker system so that they could communicate clearly between the three rooms.
“Hello Tommikins!” said Susan “I hope you are feeling better”. She smiled as the full realisation of his situation hit him. “I want you to see Hunny Bunnikins” she said clearing the adjoining wall and revealing Sarah to him.
Sarah had just come out of her drug induced sleep and looked across the office in to Tom’s room. “What have you done to him?” she screamed her breasts jiggling as she tried to stand up in the confined space of her cot but was forced to kneel as that was the only height she had.
Tom looked at Sarah in her naked state, vulnerable and small.
Sarah looked at Tom in total astonishment, a giant toddler wearing a wet nappy, suc-king a dummy and protected by a large baby’s bib that appeared to be wet with his dribbling. His mittens and booties just made him look completely ridiculous.
“They made me in to a baby” he dried to say past his dummy but it came out as “Dey may me babba”. The effort caused him to splutter more drooling and it dripped on to his bib from the end of his chin. Whether it was the remnants of the drug or his weak disposition wasn’t clear, but in a few seconds, he was sobbing and blubbering like an over-grown toddler.
“Look at you back in nappies” she said scornfully
The look of contempt on Sarah’s face was pure joy to Susan. The joy was to increase because Sarah was suddenly gripped with the need to use the toilet. The damnation of Tommikin’s nappies came back to haunt her as she realised that she would be very grateful to be wearing a nappy herself at that moment.
“I need to use the toilet” she shouted to the women in the office “Now”. Nobody moved in the office.
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It looks like there in deep s**t now. I hope they get hypnotized please
keep it up i can't wait to read on!
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Caught up in fantasies that become real.. and no match for Superior Females whom know how to take control of such situation.
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Chapter 7
Susan turned the glass to frosted on both walls but left the intercom communications open so all three rooms were in touch. On one side they heard Tom in distress as he realised that his elicit girlfriend was going to soil herself in her cot.
The whimpers and grunting noises were followed by a huge wail of despair. Nobody really wanted to open the wall to see what had happened, so they decided to have coffee instead. The Nespresso hummed in to action and the four women sat around the desk deciding what to do next. The communication between the rooms was turned off.
“Who is going to volunteer?” asked Susan “I cannot imagine that it is going to look very pleasant in Sarah’s room”. It was Julia who stood up almost immediately and with a last swig of her cup and a bit of a grimace she put on a plastic apron and some vinyl gloves.
“Good luck with that one” said Mrs Bowling “I must get the lunch on. If you will excuse me?” She picked up all the cups, put them on to the tray and made her leave.
“So, what are you going to do Susan?” asked Mary putting her hand on Susan’s knee.
Susan covered Mary’s hand with her own and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I am going to start Sarah on a high calorie diet, because I think she looks far too thin and skinny. As for Tom, I am going to start him initially on a treatment of gentle regression.” Mary made a movement towards Susan and in a trice, they were in a passionate embrace. One of them accidentally brushed against the switch to Tom’s room as they slowly sank to the floor kissing each other fully on the lips. He watched with open-mouthed horror as they groped and stroked each other to a blistering orgasm. Eventually the licking, kissing, touching and heightened sexual excitement made him start to rub the front of his plastic pants as he became aroused by the spectacle before him. The two women, breathless, flushed and satiated realised their mistake and saw that Tom was watching everything, they could also see that he was frantically trying to get his own satisfaction from the frantic rubbing to his tiny member buried deep within the folds of his fluffy terry nappy.
They hugged each other and laughed as Tom failed to find satisfaction through the substantial thickness of his diaper. They were still laughing when Julia returned from her task.
Julia looked at the two flushed and somewhat dishevelled women. She decided that diplomacy was the best idea and said nothing. “Sarah was covered in everything” she said “having released all over her bedding, she then was sick as a dog and covered the whole lot with vomit”. Julia looked quite green herself, as it was quite an horrendous task.
“Well done Julia” Susan said pulling herself together and running her hand through her hair and doing up some buttons that had become unfastened. “how about we say triple time for today and tomorrow to compensate?” Julia smiles her broadest grin at this news.
“Shall I put her in nappies like Tom?” she asked
“No, she can have the use of the potty and make sure she has a nightie to wear”. Susan said.
“I will start her off on her treatment tomorrow, but we will talk about it over lunch.”
Mrs Bowling was something of a magician in the kitchen and the smell of a fresh baked quiche greeted them as they went in to the kitchen. A hot baguette and a plate of cheeses sat in the centre of the table, along with a giant mixed salad with tongs at the ready poking out of the dish.
Between mouthfuls of food Susan explained to her team the plan she had in mind.
“Tom will be slowly regressed, but we need to let the firm know - somehow - that he and Sarah have run off together. We need to strip out Sarah’s flat and then sell it. Tom only has his mother and I hardly know her, but I will phone and ask if she has seen him. Maybe I can use his mobile to create a trail. Julia, you seem a natural at this type of thing, so I will let you pull together a plan for me.”
“Sarah is going to be plumped up on a high calorie diet Mrs Bowling, so I want you to work on high fat, high sugar temptations that will have her looking more ‘homely’ and ‘cuddly’ for our Tommy”.
“Tommy is going to find that his nappies are going to be an essential part of his life going forward”.
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Chapter 8
The next few months were filled with preparing a special diet for Sarah who was putting on weight an extraordinary rate. She had put on more than a pound each day and had now developed a weight close to fifteen stones. Her previously slight body and small breasts were now transformed into a motherly plumpness and had required a number of changes of sizes of underwear to fit her.
Mary and Susan had very much become an item and had taken to sleeping with each other. The atmosphere in the house was one of harmony and tranquillity. Julia had asked if she could take over Susan’s room and was happily granted her wish.
Tom was moved in to the patient’s floor and kept restrained, while Sarah was put in the high security room next door. They were kept apart. Both had signed letters of resignation that had been sent to their law firm and they had each explained in their respective letters that they were making a new life together. Sarah’s flat was sold and the items either sold or put in storage. Tom’s car was abandoned at Dover in a car park close to the Calais ferry.
Susan contacted Tom’s mother as her plan had been to explain that her precious son had run off with a junior secretary. She soon discovered that Tom was not her precious son at all but a person that had been a burden to her from the moment he was born. She never wanted children, he was an accident, and as soon as she could, she had a nanny to look after him.
The work on Tom had started on the very first day of his admission and it soon became apparent that Tom was an easy and very suggestible subject. Within days she had programmed him to respond to the opening relaxation techniques and within a very few key triggers had him regressing back to his earlier years.
“Tom” she began her programme “tell me where you are and what is happening to you?”
“Nanny is changing my night-time nappy” replied Tom
“Tell me what you can see?” she asked him quietly and gently
“I am in my cot and my sheet is wet and my teddy is soggy” he said his upper lip starting to tremble. “nanny looks quite cross”.
Susan knew it was pointless to ask him how old he was, so asked “do you and teddy have a lot of room in your cosy cot? She asked
“I am too big to be in a cot, but nanny won’t let me have a big boy’s bed until I stop wetting my nappies at night.”
“Oh no! Mummy and Daddy have started another row and there is a lot of shouting. Nanny is cleaning me with a warm flannel and putting on a special cream. Now she is putting me in a clean nappy and it is nice and warm because it has been on the radiator. She is now pulling up my plastic pants and she is snuggling them to make sure they are nice and comfy. Daddy has hit Mummy and there is a loud bang, I think something in the bedroom next door has been knocked over. Mummy is crying very badly. Nanny is giving me a big hug and telling me not to worry because everything is going to be alright.”
Tom was getting very distressed and Susan did not want him to snap out of the session which could be quite damaging. She rubbed his arm and caressed the side of his face. “It is okay Tommy, you are going to be fine, everybody loves you so much” she said softly.
“Nanny has pulled me out of my cot, but I banged my knee because I am quite heavy for her. She stood me on the floor and told me not to move, because she needed to change my bedding. I cannot get my knees together because Nanny has put me in double nappies because I am wetting so much these days. She has put my pink do-di in my mouth. I like my do-di very much and I am happy that nanny managed to find one for me because I missed it so much.”
Susan made notes and worked out that he must have been about four years old.
“He’s come in to my nursery, he looks really cross and he is going to smack me. Nanny has stood in front of me so he cannot touch me. He is calling me ‘nothing but an over-grown baby’. I am so frightened. Oh! Oh no! I am having a bad accident, I mean a really bad accident, I need to do a poo but Nanny and Daddy are pushing each other. I want my potty so badly. Daddy says some bad words, gives nanny a big shove and then leaves the nursery slamming the door. I made my nappy dirty. I was so frightened.”
Tom was so distressed that Susan noticed that he was wetting his nappy as he told his unhappy story. “It is alright Tommy, you are a very brave little boy, I am here to help you” she said with her voice full of care and sympathy.
“Nanny is hugging me and telling me that it is alright to go in my nappy because that is why she puts her baby in them. All good babies go in their nappies and it will not take her long to make me nice and clean again. She told me to suc-k on my dummy and she would make everything better, she also gave me one of my fluffy nappies to cuddle and told me to cover my face so I did not have to see the mess I had made.”
Susan decided that enough was enough and that it was time to bring Tom out of his trance and to let him know that everything was normal and safe in his cot. Tom was once again relaxed and Susan noticed that he now filling his nappy with a bit of a red face as he struggled to finish his business. These were all excellent signs because Tom’s treatment was going totally to plan.
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i like the way you worked a gentle regression into it for the big baby. LOL since his gf is going to be soo big will she be lactating?
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Please keep going.
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I'd love to see the ect come into play
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Loving this story so far. I hope that when he comes out of his trance that he knows what's really happening to him. He deserves his treatment for his cheating ways.
Maybe his mother would approve of his new life style and want to visit. That would make baby Tom squirm I am thinking. Lol
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Liking this story more and more. Not your usual husband cheats, wife finds out and punishes him with nappy discipline. It seems that Susan's methods are actually therapeutic for Tom despite her initial and continuing objective. Tom's early life was apparently horrible and his poor choices as an adult may reflect his early life. No excuse for his behavior but Tom may end up cured of any psychosis resulting from his earlier life. Given this most recent episode, I can't continue to see Susan as a talented, yet scheming b___h. In fact, she may end up giving Tom exactly what he needs. (ironic smirk)
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Chapter 9
Sarah was becoming very plump and was allowed to use the en-suite bathroom in her luxury patient room. There were no mirrors allowed anywhere near her as she would have been shocked at her transformation. She wore a really old-fashioned heavy nightie with her underwear underneath, not the sexy frillies that she was used to but functional full cut items that supported and covered her up in the appropriate places. They had also managed to find her an old-fashioned knitted bed jacket in a nasty shade of pink that made her look as if she was twenty years older than her real age. Her hair was almost permanently in rollers and hidden under a hair net. On her feet were pink fluffy slippers that sported giant pom-poms on the toes. She slouched about in her room, dragging her feet because the slippers were a size or two too big. To an outsider, they would have said that she looked a bit of a slut, all she was missing was a cigarette hanging out the corner of her mouth. Sarah had lost all interest in her appearance.
The small table in the room was always piled high with chocolate bars, fancy cakes and packets of biscuits that she would pick at almost constantly. She was denied any television or radio and she had little contact with the outside world apart from seeing Julia, Mary and Susan who came in to clean and groom her. Mrs Bowling was her most frequent visitor who came five times a day with breakfast, morning snacks, lunch, afternoon tea and supper, which she ate at a chair which had a little table that could be wheeled in front of her.
The high sugar loading in her diet was starting to take its toll on her teeth and her lack of dental hygiene meant that plaque and caries were becoming a real issue. Her teeth became yellow and her gums developed gingivitis.
Her clothes were replaced every Monday and by the previous Sunday night her night dress and bed jacket were marked by the spillages of her clumsy eating habits. Susan reflected that the total lack of anything to occupy her, meant that food became the sole focus of her life and she ate every meal as if it were her last, shovelling huge mouthfuls of Mrs Bowling’s delicious and tasty treats in to her mouth as fast as she could.
Susan had been regressing Sarah in a very different set of sessions to Toms. It was never possible to make anybody do anything that they would not normally consider under the influence of hypnotism, but it was possible to present a suggestion and for that person to accept the logic of that proposal. So it was that Susan had implanted the need for a dolly that Sarah had owned as a child. Day after day she had implanted that the very best thing in the world was a full-sized baby doll that Sarah could love and care for. It soon became a real burden for all the women as Sarah whined and pleaded to be given a little dolly to play with at every opportunity. Susan started to administer an injection at the end of each session.
After three months of nothing to fulfil her days, Julia brought in a carry cot containing a ‘new born doll” that looked very realistic. Susan carried in a changing table, Mrs Bowling brought in a stack of beautiful baby clothes including nappies and plastic pants, while Mary carried in baby bottles and other items.
Sarah jumped up and down like an excited school girl, clapping her hands together and shrieking in delight. She clutched the doll to her chest and then seemed shocked.
“My baby smells stinky, she has a dirty nappy” she cried
“All babies have smelly nappies sometimes Sarah” explained Mary (who had used some of the contents of one of Tom’s nappies to clothe the new doll) “you have to clean up the baby and put her in a clean nappy”. Mary went outside the room and bought in a baby bath, a nappy pail and a bucket of hot water filled with baby bubble bath. “Now you carefully undress baby and put her dirty nappies in this nappy pail, then you give baby a lovely bath in her bubbles.”
Sarah brightened up immediately and watched as Mary shared her skills as a nanny, carefully washing, then drying the baby and then fitting her in a nice clean nappy. “I love my baby” she said almost in tears.
“Now we will have to take baby away every morning to make sure you are looking after her properly” said Mary “but it will not be for long, and once we are happy that she is okay then we will bring her back to you.”
The four women left Sarah being the perfect mummy and cuddling her little baby and talking baby talk to it as she had with Tom. Downstairs in the kitchen, Susan explained that in a day or so, Sarah should start lactating and that Mary should teach her how to use a breast pump.
She also explained that Tom would be starting the final phase of his treatment.
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I love that you are going to start her lactating hope the dolly gets replaced with the real adult size baby. Be a fitting ending for the two of them.
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Chapter 10
Tom had progressed over the last four months and had come along really well. He was now using his nappies very happily as a result of his regression therapy and the reinforcement that it was perfectly normal for a baby to wet and soil their nappies. He nursed on his dummy almost continuously and became very upset if he misplaced or dropped it. He now had a pink ribbon attached to his bib with a nappy pin that connected to the ring on his dummy. In addition, Susan had hung dummies of different colours from the bars on his cot with Velcro, so that he would never be without one.
It was impossible for him to use normal cups and glasses and even a sippy cup was difficult with his mittens on, so he had taken to his ba-ba very successfully and always had his drinks in a large baby’s feeding bottle fitted with a NUK 5 teat that she had managed to purchase from Germany.
The main problem was that he looked like an adult, thought like an adult and talked like an adult. Changing him was not going to be easy (and we are not talking nappies here because they were easy!). It was true, that the months spent sitting in his cot had meant that his leg muscles were very much weakened. The bulk of his nappies meant that he tended to walk a little bow-legged and these two factors of bad stance coupled with a general weakness made him toddle very convincingly and he often collapsed on to his well-padded bottom after a few short wobbly steps.
Extensive electrolysis eliminated much of his unwanted hair and the giant course of feminine hormones was certainly having a beneficial effect on him. His stubby crayon of a pen-is no longer seemed to function and erections were becoming a thing of the past. The CB-6000 chastity device that they had purchased was still wrapped up in its box and had never been put to use. If there was a negative, it was in the developing breasts that were becoming increasingly noticeable through his onesie.
All the women were very fond of him and although a smelly nappy twice a day was somewhat unpleasant, they did enjoy him when he was a sweet smelling baby in his sweet baby dresses and playing with his many toys and fluffy animals. He was very restricted my his mittens and they severely restricted what he could play with, but they knew they had to stay on until he was “fixed”.
That day arrived and Tom was secured to the ECT treatment couch, his reins tightly secured, his wrists secured with Velcro to the arms of the chair and a gag fitted between his teeth to prevent him from biting his tongue, or worse, swallowing it. Tom looked terrified, his eyes wide and staring, darting from Mary to Susan in the hopes of finding an explanation to his situation. The mask was fitted to his mouth and the anaesthetic turned on. The electrodes were applied to his forehead with a conductive gel and his vital signs monitored on a screen next to Susan. She tested the circuits and all was well. She nodded to Mary, who help his hand, and began the shock therapy. Tom arched in the chair and shook violently; the vital signs went off scale but she continued with the treatment long beyond her normal protocol period. Oxygen was administered, Tom’s lips were looking dangerously blue and it was a huge relief when he started to turn pink again.
They removed all the straps, took off the mask, unhooked the gag and re-fitted his dummy as Tom slowly opened his eyes. He looked quite vacant, he seemed totally unaware that he had soiled and wet his nappy, only the slow deliberate suc-king of his dummy showed that anybody was in.
They put him in a wheel chair and wheeled him to chair lift that went to his room. He said not a word until they started cleaning him up. “Baba” he spluttered through his dummy, “me baba” he repeated.
They changed his nappy and fitted new plastic pants
“What is your name?” asked Susan
“Me baba” came the reply from Tom and that seemed to be the end of the conversation as he slipped in to a deep sleep.
Over the next three days the process was repeated and Tom was rendered totally listless.
They took off his reinforced mitts and replaced them with pure wool mittens. Tom barely flexed his fingers, but suc-ked on his dummy and drooled far more than normal. He started to make strange noises “ma ma, goo goo, dum dum” it was a primitive baby talk. There seemed no end to it, and his experimentation with vowels and syllables had no bounds as he began to babble incessantly. He flapped his arms up and down with animated excitement as Mrs Bowling brought in his bottle.
Susan and Mary wondered whether they had over-done his treatment as the old Tom has appeared to have been completely burnt out. The hundreds of shock-induced mini strokes had left him almost a vegetable.
“They do recover and bounce back a lot after a few days” said Susan uncertainly, but Mary did not look convinced. Mrs Bowling shook her head not knowing what to think and returned to the kitchen. Mary undid her apron and dropped it on the floor, she then undid the buttons on her tunic and put that on the floor. She then took off her lacy bra and slipped down her pants. She stood naked in front of Tom who looked unresponsive and stared straight through her. Susan was unable to resist her and they began kissing and fondling in front of Tom who continued to suc-k his dummy totally unmoved.
“That is not good” said Susan once they had both orgasmed several times and Tom has transferred his gaze to the mobile above his cot as it glinted in the sun’s rays. “I think I might have damaged him”
“Really?” said Mary “what the hell are we going to do now…….?”
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Four months earlier Susan was talking to Mary in bed
"Of course there is always the other scenario" she said "if we don't give the treatment to Tom we can always........."
The two of them started giggling like school children and went back to their frantic love-making.
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hope that is not the end cuz this is a good story
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Fear not Krystal!
I could not decide how to progress this story because there were two scenarios. I have taken the first alternative to its critical point, now I will do the same for the next part. I will leave it up to you guys to decide which version you would like me to complete! If the site goes then you will have to buy the new stories off Amazon! [I do not sell them there by the way!]
While I am writing I have to say a huge thank you to Betty for running this site and for providing the platform for us authors to share our ideas with the community. We are very lucky to have a place where we can visit - and to those who read the stories please contribute - the writers give their time for free and it seems fair for the readers to support Betty and her excellent works!
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Please write it so the victims try to escape and fight the hypnotism.
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Chapter 11
Four months ago, almost to the day.
Tom came in at about midnight and no sooner had he switched on the hall light when the three women set about him to strip off his clothes and strap him into the bed in the observation room. Susan injected him with the pre-prepared syringes and Tom began to slump almost at once as the powerful sedative took hold of his body. He slept soundly
In the meantime, Sarah had been abducted from her flat and was being transported back to the facility. It took a couple of hours to execute their plan and by the time they returned Tom was lying in a stupor on his bed looking across to the ECT room as Sarah was brought in like a sack of coals.
He felt a curious stirring as Susan and Mary took off her outer clothes to leave her in just her bra and pants. The lace of her bra barely disguising the pert nipples that stood proud in the cool of the treatment room. The moment did not last long as each piece of her underwear was slowly stripped away to leave the girl shivering in a mixture of cold and fear.
Susan with the skills of a well-trained nanny soon had Sarah back in nappies for the first time in almost twenty years. A pair of transparent plastic pants covered the soft white terry towelling.
“What are you doing?” asked Sarah, who was still a little dopey after her sedation.
“We are taking you back to times when you were better behaved” replied Susan “a time when you could not screw around with another woman’s husband”.
They put a little pale pink dress with puffy sleeves and adorned with pink and white ruffles that just came down the top of her plastic pants.
“Are you mad?” Sarah screamed. She looked across at Tom in the other room “help me Tom, don’t just sit there you fool”. Tom looked at her and lifted his arms to show that he was secured to the bed with leather cuffs around his hands and feet.
“I can’t move” he shouted back “they have strapped me to the bed frame”.
Sarah started to swear and curse everybody including Tom. Mary plugged her mouth with a large pink dummy and began to fit the pink leather baby harness around her. Pulling the buckle at the back with a savage tug until the reins were tightly secured. The straps from the bed were attached to the d-rings at the sides and Sarah was completely immobilised.
Sarah spat out the dummy, Susan picked up a hyperdermic and asked “do you want to do this the hard way or do you want to be sensible? Now ask me nicely for your dummy”.
Sarah looked very sullen “Please can I have my dummy?”
“Oh no, that is not nearly good enough” said Mary “You do not sound like a baby at all”.
“Please can I have my dum-dum” said Sarah huffily
“OK Susan” said Mary “she wants it the hard way, so give her the injection and we can try it all again later”.
“No, No! Me good baby! Pwease can baby have her do-di nanny? Pwease, pwease” Sarah cried jigging up and down as far as her baby reins would allow her to move. Mary offered up the dummy to her lips and Sarah accepted the teat willingly and almost immediately began nursing it.
Tom watched with wide eyes as Sarah looked back at him with contempt. It was going to be a long night.
[Author's note: Sorry a short chapter today]
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Its okay that it was short you update a lot for us.
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Antonia, when you said you had alternate endings you weren't kidding. Different as night and day. Can't wait to see what happens to Tom in this alternate. Many thanks for the frequent updates.
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yess it is quite different, very interested to see how this ending finishes, keep up great writing.
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Chapter 12
Susan and Mary left Sarah and closed the door. The walls were left clear and the two ‘patients’ were perfectly able to see each other. It went quiet and Tom and Sarah peered at each other across the void.
“What are they doing?” said Tom, knowing that the intercom would carry his voice to Sarah.
“Why are they making you into a baby, it is bizarre?”
Sarah started to speak but then remembered her mouth was full of a large pink dummy, she took it out of her mouth. “They are punishing me for having a fling with you. What are we going to do?”
“Can you get free of your harness?” asked Tom struggling to work his hands out of the leather cuffs that held him prone on his own bed. “I think I might just be able to free this hand”.
“No, I can’t reach the clips at the back of these reins and I can’t reach under the mattress to get to the other part of the straps”. She tried pulling the straps than ran over her shoulders in the hopes that she could slide out of the harness but the fitting was made by an expert and she could find no slack.
Suddenly there was a shout of joy “I have managed to get my hand out” Tom exclaimed and he quickly undid the other restraining cuffs, the lamb’s wool inside the leather giving him just enough slack to let himself free. In no time at all he was out of the bed and, fortunately for him, still dressed in his shirt and trousers that he had worn to see Sarah.
In the small locker by his bed he discovered his shoes and slipped them on his feet. His jacket was on a hook on the back of the door and this he put on. He carefully eased open the door and peered round to look up and down the corridor. His coast was clear.
He went in to the office in search of his personal effects and to see if he could find his keys. They were both in the desk drawer. Sarah looked at him from her bed, the bells jingling on her baby reins as she beckoned him with excitement. “Hurry up!” she implored him “get me out of all of this”
Tom left the office and went in to the ECT room where Sarah reached up to him with her arms.
“And how is my baby girl doing?” he asked grinning. She glared at him as Tom set about undoing her harness trying not to stare at her padded plastic pants enclosing the bulky terry nappy. He looked in the locker and on the back of the door, there was no sign of her clothes or any of her personal effects. “I cannot find any of you things” he announced “but I think I can find you a white coat” he said nipping back in to the office and finding one on the back of the door. He also managed to find some surgical slippers designed to go over the top of outdoor shoes.
Sarah put on the coat and thought about taking off the nappy and plastic pants, but being totally naked or ‘going commando’ did not seem to be an option. “I cannot go out like this” she said her legs bowed by the thickness of her protection.
“We have to move – NOW” said Tom beginning to become exasperated. Sarah waddled towards the door. They made it in to the corridor and Sarah started to make for the toilet door a door further along the corridor. “There is no time for that” explained Tom “we must go straight away”
“But I am desperate” groaned Sarah clutching herself
“You are wearing a nappy, so you will have to use it” Tom instructed.
They made it to the end of the corridor, Tom looked at the CCTV installed in the ceiling and prayed that nobody was looking at the monitors. He knew that there was a fire escape door just around the corner, but he also knew that this was alarmed and would trigger an audible warning if they pushed the escape bar. He also knew that there was a good-sized window in the waiting room and that the key to this potential escape route was hidden in a vase that stood on the sill.
The window was opened and Tom helped Sarah to climb out. The two of them made a frantic dash across the large lawn seeking shelter by the large hedge that ran along the side of the garden. The lawn was flooded by light as the security lights were activated by a proximity sensor. Desperate to get in to the shadows they ran as fast as they could along the side of the hedge and eventually made it to the iron gates that stood at the head of the drive. A small keypad barred them from their exit, but fortunately Tom knew the code and quickly tapped in the numbers. The gates swung open allowing the two of them to slip through and in to the lane.
Sarah was having trouble running in her thick nappies and her urgent need to go to the toilet was not making her life any easier. The heat of the moment, the thrill of the chase and the fear that was coursing through her body could only have one result – she wet her nappy.
Tom dragged her by the hand and as they made their way down the lane, Sarah’s nappy sank lower and lower dragging on her hips with the added weight of her accident. They eventually reached the small village that consisted of a few cottages inhabited by locals who had lived there for generations. It was supper time and most of the cottages were showing lights, so the two of them decided to knock on one of the doors and call for a taxi to take them to Sarah’s flat where with no keys they would have to break in.
Tom banged on the door and an elderly gentleman opened it, a serviette in his hand to show he was in the middle of his dinner. “I am so sorry to disturb you” he said “but I need to call a taxi. I can give you the money, I would have used my cell phone but I seem to have lost it”.
He panted out his words in short breathless sentences.
The old man looked at them, he looked especially hard at Sarah in her white doctor’s coat and certain he could see that she was wearing baby clothes underneath as one or tow of the buttons were not fully fastened.
“You go and sit in the front room” he said “while I get you a nice cup of tea and let you get your breath back. You come from the big house up the lane?” he asked kindly.
“Why yes!” gasped Sarah, “that is exactly where we have come from”
“You a doctor then?” the old man enquired
Sarah looked down at herself and then realised she might be showing a little more than she intended with her baby frock and special panties peeking out between the lower folds of her coat. “No, I am not a doctor, I was just visiting Tom” she said going red with embarrassment.
“Well you make yourselves comfortable and I will make a nice cup of tea and we can order you a nice taxi to get you on your way”. He gave the fire a prod with the poker and the embers grew to a healthy warming flame. He closed the door as he left and to their horror heard the key turn in the lock.
“’Ere Betty, I told you it was going to happen one day; we got a couple of nutters escape from the mental house up the lane. One of them is all dressed up as a toddler and got a nappy on and all sorts” he said “better get a move on though, I reckon she has wet it a lot already and we don’t want her leaking all over our sofa” he guffawed.
“Hello! Is that the mental house? I think we got a couple of your inmates come and pay us a visit”. A pause. “You are on your way. No that is alright, they are safely sitting by our fire, they won’t come to any harm. No, we locked the door, don’t you worry none”.
Tom and Sarah looked at the windows on the cottage, they were old sash windows with catches that had been painted over a dozen times. The last time these windows had been opened might not have been in his life time. He thought about breaking the glass and climbing through, but he realised that the game was up before it had even properly started.
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looks like they are caught and don't know it. Wonder what the hard way might be for the both of them...giggles
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Chapter 13
The two captives looked at each other in despair and held each other close for comfort. Tom could feel Sarah’s wet nappy radiating its heat against his leg and felt strangely aroused. She gyrated against him and he felt himself becoming erect. They kissed passionately.
“We have to go” she said
“How?” asked Tom “that window is solid, we will never get it open”. Sarah grabbed the poker and smashed it through the window and poked out the glass from around the edges. The sound was horrendous and the sounds of the owners was angry.
The key was in the lock and the old man threw open the door “What the …?” he began, but never finished his sentence as Tom and Sarah tore past him and opened the front door. They turned off and continued their run down the lane – the old man and his wife shouting abuse at them as they disappeared into the distance. A minute later, the van containing Susan, Mary and Julia arrived outside the house.
“You’re too late” shouted the man “they have escaped.”
Susan told him to send them the bill for his window and jumped back in the van and then sped off in pursuit.
Tom and Sarah dived down the side of one of the cottages right at the end of the row just in time to see the van go speeding past. They had a piece of very fortunate luck because running down the garden was a line full of clothes. Sarah picked out a bra, some knickers, a pair of socks, a t-shirt that was a bit on the large size and a pair of joggers. She shed her nappy and plastic pants pulling them off in one go. She quickly dressed in the shade of the garden shed. How she wished she had some shoes. Tom had been scouting around and outside the door were a pair of wellington boots left on the back doorstep. They were a little on the large size for Sarah but were far better than the surgical overshoes that she had been wearing.
Tom put two twenty pound notes from his wallet into the breast pocket of the white coat and pegged it on the line. It would just about cover the theft. They decided to keep off the lane, in case the van decided to come back looking for them. There was a footpath that led to the centre of the village and although the way would be a little perilous they decided that this would be their safest way to escape.
After an hour and thanking their luck that it was not raining and quite a mild night, they made it to the village. The pub had rooms to rent and explaining that their car had broken down, they just needed a room for the night to pull themselves together. Tom went to the one stop shop that was still open and bought personal care items as the owner was just about to put up the closed sign. The time was now just before ten and they had the whole night to plan a way for their escape. They hoped and prayed that the old man in the first cottage and the second family from whom they had stolen the clothes would not be calling the police.
They took their late-night dinner in their room – a solid round of cheese and ham sandwiches for them both rounded off with a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. They both showered and cleaned up before throwing themselves into bed where they had the best sex that either of them could ever remember. They slept well that night as Susan and Mary returned to the cottages to knock on the doors and make enquiries while Julia drove the area in the van looking to locate them.
The second cottage had discovered the loss of their laundry and pocketed the £40 left by Tom. They pocketed another £100 given to them by Susan in return for her white coat and the promise of silence over the theft which as she explained would be embarrassing if it was discovered that two of their patients had managed to escape. She also collected a rather large soggy nappy and pair of plastic pants that had been unceremoniously dumped in the garden.
Sarah took Tom again first thing in the morning and they got dressed, and went down to breakfast in the lounge of the bar. They ate heartily and asked the landlord if he could call them a taxi. Tom paid their bill.
They arrived back at Sarah’s flat and she rang the bell of a neighbour to borrow back her spare key. The two of them were hugging themselves as they climbed the stairs to celebrate their escape and for Sarah to be able to have access to her own clothes and some make up.
Tom closed the door behind him and they went in to the lounge. Two figures appeared out of the bedroom, one of them locked the front door. “Have a nice holiday you two?” asked Susan as Mary jabbed a needle into Tom’s neck and watched him gracefully pass out in a heap on the floor. Sarah was about to scream but Susan already had her stabbed with a needle of her own. The look of utter surprise on Sarah’s face was almost comical.
The last thing they both heard was “This is never ever going to happen again”.
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At least the had fun the one night of freedom but i guess punishment will be really harsh on them now
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Chapter 14
The two women hauled Sarah up on the double bed in the bedroom and systematically removed the clothing she had stolen. “We will get this laundered and have it returned to its owner” said Mary. Susan was opening the large holdall and as Mary creamed and powdered the girl with baby powder, the nappy was being folded into the kite shape so favoured by most mothers. In no time at all the nappy, a muslin liner and an additional soaker at the front was under her bottom and being pulled tightly between her legs and pinned with two large safety pins. A new pair of plastic pants smelling of that delicious vinyl that only new baby pants can have, were eased over her feet and up her legs until they were safely fitted over the fluffy white diapers. Sarah was in a deep sleep and was a dead weight as they sat her up and pulled a garment over her head and fitted her arms into its sleeves. They pulled the garment under her and fitted her legs into the rest of the garment, closing the snaps that ran up from one leg across her crutch and down the other leg. So puffy was her nappy that the padded plastic peeked out between the poppers tempting them to spring open.
Nanny Mary stuffed a large pink dummy in to her mouth and tied a large plastic backed terry towelling trimmed in pink gingham and embroidered with the name “BABY”. In no time at all the dummy started to bob in and out rhythmically as Sarah began to suc-kle. Although the sleeper had fitted feet, they tied on a pink pair of booties with large sating bows. They fitted the restraining mitts to disable her hands completely which had the soft woollen mittens tied with ribbons to disguise their true function. Finally, to complete her transformation a pink woollen sleep bonnet made of the softest angora wool and bedecked with lace and pink satin ribbon was tied on her head. A set of pink reins were attached and secured to the headboard of the bed
In the original capture Tom had been left in his own clothes, but he had annoyed the two of them so much that he was now going to be dressed up in his own new clothes. They had both noticed the sexual activity that had taken place with Sarah and so Tom was fitted with a chastity device that was fitted with a urethral tube that was inserted in to his pen-is and then fitted to the ring that had been placed around his testicles. The stainless-steel device left him with a thimble shaped cage that was locked with a key that completely sealed the two halves together with a brass lug.
Tom was also put back in nappies but in his case, he was clothed in a beautiful blue satin romper suit with a bib that went over his cute little pale blue blouse. A line of snaps at the bottom gave access to his nappies and plastic pants for easy changes. The whole confection was covered in satin blue ribbons and the seat had row upon row of lacy ruffles. He had his own pale blue sleep bonnet, mittens and booties. Mary also had a lovely big pale blue dummy for him to nurse and a bib in matching blue to Sarah’s. Tom was suc-king and dribbling from his dummy like a natural in a matter of minutes, making little slurping sounds as the do-di went in and out like a little piston. They fitted the blue leather reins with the jingling bells to Tom and secured his straps as well.
The two of them lay side by side like a pair of overgrown baby twins, both suc-king on their dummies and both looking so sweet in their baby clothes.
“Now all we have to do is get our little treasures home” said Mary “and that is not going to be easy at all”.
“We just have to wait half an hour, then their sedation will wear off and I think I might be able to plant the suggestion that they cooperate with us and have a lovely baby reward when they get to their new home”. Said Susan “it is critical that I can hit the twilight zone in their consciousness because they will be extremely susceptible and open to instructions”. She looked in the holdall and pulled out two uniforms “we should put these on now”
An hour later the four of them were on their feet, the two babies in their sweet baby clothes and Susan and Mary in their nurse’s uniforms complete with lacy hats and white aprons adorned with pendant watch and a few nappy pins ready for use. The short-term treatment had been a total success and both Tom and Sarah had taken to the hypnotism really quickly. Each nurse led a baby, Susan had Tom and Mary had Sarah, both being controlled by their reins which jingled at every step.
As they walked out the flat they were met by one of Sarah’s neighbours, who stopped and was totally astonished at the sight before her.
Susan anticipated her reaction and laughed “Aren’t they wonderful and such good sports to dress up for the charity event. I am sure they will win the prize for best entrant”.
“Are they wearing nappies?” asked the neighbour
“Would you take a young baby out without putting them in nappies first?” answering her question with another. “Could you imagine the mess?”
“You look amazing Sarah” said the neighbour more than a little uneasy and curious “are you alright? You seem a bit distant dear.”
Sarah was too dozy to answer and replied by a suc-k on her dummy. “A touch too much Dutch courage” explained Mary “come on babies, we have to get a move on”. She said rattling the collection box ‘for GOS Children’s Hospital’. The neighbour reached in her purse and put a pound coin in the slot.
Julia had the van outside and had timed her arrival to perfection, the four of them jumped in the minivan, the two babies being strapped in to special seats to prevent their escape and keep them safe.
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Love it could you write this from the victims POV like how they hypnotically confused and fall for there trick and while trying to fight there with will power.
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Thank you for another addition to the story. Nice to see Tom now in diapers, however would be nice to see him in a nice sissy baby dress. From the babies point of view that would be interesting for one chapter.
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Chapter 15
Sarah was placed in the ECT couch and her reins affixed to the frame. Tom was secured to the bed in the other room and could see Sarah as they remover her bonnet. Sarah looked at Tom and although feeling quite groggy she felt nervous, no she felt worse than nervous, she was scared.
“What is this chair?” she thought “it smells of disinfectant and has the faintest undernote of urine. I really don’t like it. I want to scratch my nose but my hands are attached to these bloody reins. Thank god, they are taking off that stupid bonnet that was making my head feel hot. Why do I feel so damned lethargic? What now? It is that bitch Susan talking at me again. What is that thing in her hand? It is kind of cute, I wouldn’t mind having one of those as a necklace, it is kind of cool. Twinkle, twinkle little star..”
Susan injected a psychotropic sedative
“She is pricking me again, but it doesn’t hurt, that bitch can’t hurt me, because my feet are feeling heavy, now my legs are feeling heavy, every time I take a breath, I am getting sleepier and I am like Alice going down the bunny rabbit hole. I am so safe and cosy in this burrow like a little cuddly bunny rabbit. That is funny, now I am back in my cot and Mummy has just changed my nappy and put on my plastic panties. I like it when she puts me in a clean nappy because it feels so soft and it smells nice. Yes, of course I like being in nappies, what a silly question to ask a little baby. I can stop worrying about wetting myself or doing a poo poo because mummy will make me nice and clean. Mummy says I have lots and lots of soft fluffy nappies and pretty plastic panties, so I can go wee wee and poo poo any time I like, because babies use their nappies all the time don’t they.”
Susan continued with the suggestions.
“I need to do a wee Mummy. No stop it, I am not a baby, I am a big girl. Not I am a grown up. I go to the toilet. I do not wear nappies, that’s what babies do. No, I can’t be wearing a nappy, I am.., I am a big girl, I am a big baby girl and I am wearing a nappy because I am a baby. I need to go in my nappy because that is what babies do. I like wearing my nappy because I do not have to worry about doing a wee wee or going poo poo. That feels nice, I am all nice and warm, it feels really hot and squidgy coming out my bottom. Me baby, I gone poo poo in my nappy. Me good girl. Me suc-k on my do-di and wiggle in my nappy. Mummy change me soon. I think I done wee wee too. Sleepy now, me go sleepies now and suc-k on my dum dum like a good baby.” Sarah blacked out in a deep sleep.
Susan wrinkled her nose – she had one new baby girl with a filthy nappy to clean up!
Tom looked from his bed to his girl friend being talked to by Susan, he could see the crystal but had no idea what was going on because the intercom was not turned on. He watched with almost disgust as Susan pulled down Sarah’s plastic pants and nappies and started to deal with what seemed to be an awful mess. Mary came into the room carrying a pile of nappies and plastic pants and between them they restored Sarah to being sweet smelling, clean and protected with nappy rash cream. He did not know what to think, nor could he imagine what plans his wife and her new lover had in store for them both.
He realised that whatever problems Sarah had just suffered, he was going to be in a similar position himself in the very near future. That moment was becoming closer ever moment his mind dwelt on it.
“Susan” he yelled out “Susan, can I see you please” he shouted although his dummy made speech very difficult and he sounded quite babyish.
Susan looked back at him through the partition and was cross to be disturbed as she was settling Sarah back in her cot and smoothing down her winceyette baby nightie that they had fitted on her to replace the pink sleeper that had become soiled. She admired the lines of smocking that ran across the chest in different shades of pink in embroidery threads. The feel of the plastic pants and the clean nappy through the soft fabric was electrifying, and the smell of baby powder mixed with that baby warmth was unique. She was watching Sarah nursing her dummy and could not resist a little smile – she looked so sweet. She looked again at Tom and with the moment broken, she went to see what he wanted.
“What?” she demanded with no hint of kindness.
“Please may I use the toilet Susan?” he asked meekly
“What are you wearing Tom?”
“A nappy” he replied sheepishly and spluttering past his dummy
“And why do babies wear nappies?”
“Because they cannot help wetting themselves and you know…”
“Right! So do babies suc-k on a dummy?”
“Some of them do”
“Do babies wear a bib?”
“Some of them do”
“Do babies wear rompers and have little booties?”
“Well yes, I suppose so”
“Are you wearing a nappy and plastic pants, are you suc-king a dummy and dribbling all over your bib? Are you wearing a sweet romper suit, booties and a woollen bonnet?”
“Well yes” began Tom “but I’m not a baby, I am an adult and know how to use the toilet”.
“You look like a baby, if you were wearing grown up clothes then you might be an adult, but you let us dress you up in baby clothes.”
“I was drugged” exclaimed Tom “you and Mary injected us with something”. His bladder sent a signal to his brain to beg for relief. “Come on Susan, let me get up and let me use the toilet and stop all this nonsense”.
Susan folded her arms and looked at him “You definitely look like a baby and I can certainly see that you have a very large nappy on and I can see you have plastic pants on as well, because I can see them peeking out through the snaps on your romper”. She lent towards him and pulled at one of the snaps between his legs – a large section of his baby protection poked out through the gap. “Yes, I thought so, you are most certainly wearing an old-fashioned terry nappy and those are most certainly a pair of waterproof plastic panties that you have on top of your nappies.”
“Please. Please Susan” begged Tom “I am asking you really nicely to please let me use the toilet”. He said, the desperation beginning to creep in to his voice. He tried to clutch himself to quell the pressure building inside of him, but his hands secured to the reins would not allow him to reach. He started to wriggle in order to try and stop himself. The potty dance so well-known to any mother was in progress and Susan could not help but smile as Tom began to attack his dummy with gusto while he jiggled about frantically on his bed.
“Okay! You can go!” she said smiling at him. Tom slurped noisily on his binky and rattled his hands against his reins causing the little row of bells to jingle loudly. “That is so sweet, I think we should call you Tinkerbell!”
“Thank you! Thank you very much” said Tom waiting for Susan to release him.
“Yes baby, you can go anytime you like. Like any baby back in nappies you do not have to ask sweetheart, you just go. Wet your nappy before you damage yourself” she laughed.
Tom felt betrayed as he felt a small spurt escape him in to the thirst cloth. Susan put her hand against the front of his plastic pants as Tom lost his struggle and the full flood flowed out of him. She felt the warmth radiate out across the front of his pants and down between his legs as the thick thirsty nappy suc-ked up his wetting in its soft towelling folds.
“As I said Tom, you look like a baby, you are in nappies like a baby and now you have wet yourself like a baby!”
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Keep this style going it is great!!!
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The story is great, are the babies going to be put in playpen to play together or just into their big baby cribs. Looks like Susan has them where she wants them both.
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Chapter 16
Susan and Mary with the help of Julia and Mrs Bowling slowly but surely reduced Tom and Sarah to the same level of toilet training as little toddlers. It only took a month with daily regression therapies that the two of them accepted that during the night at least; they were totally dependent on the use of thick night time nappies and had returned to being incontinent bed wetters and stood no chance of going the night without suffering nocturnal enuresis.
Tom was dressed in little blue dresses which were long enough to just cover the elastic waist band of his plastic pants. He was never without a dummy and always wore a bib to protect the beautiful delicate dresses that he was forced to wear. The reins were no longer needed and he had grown to accept that it was better to behave and do as he was told or he would end up in the ECT chair and suffer the potentially permanent consequences. He had become so well behaved that the reinforced mittens were replaced with the soft woollen mittens that matched his booties.
If Tom was dressed in blue, then Sarah was always dressed in pink and she too had been placed in a position of trust where she too was allowed the same freedoms as Tom. The constant praise they received for a wet nappy and the promise of a little packet of chocolate buttons every time they had a dirty nappy slowly started to erode their perception of what was normal and what was not.
Tom was in the second month of treatment when Susan came in to see him. He was very happy because he woken up with a very wet nappy after his night time sleep and he knew that Susan and Mary would give him big cuddles and kisses for being a good boy. However, today was going to be even more special, because he had just about woken up feeling a little bit full when without thinking he started to fill his nappy by pushing out a big poo into the back of his nappy. He could feel it pushing against the liner that was inside his nappy and could feel the resistance, so he squeezed a little bit harder knowing that there was only one direction that this was going. It had passed the point of no return and there was no going back on soiling his nappy. Susan had told him that he would feel naughty the first time that this happened, but that he should feel a very big boy for being brave enough to use his nappy for the way it was intended. Now Tom could feel the warmth in the back of his pants and because Susan had told him so, it felt perfectly alright. He almost glowed with the success of his accomplishment and felt he had made a significant milestone.
Susan and Mary came in to his room and he pulled himself on to his knees and felt the big poo sink deeper in to his nappy. He knew he was not allowed to say anything about the state of his nappy whether it be wet or dirty, because a good nanny or loving mummy always knew these things.
“Hello baby boy! Do I think that you have been a very special baby for Nanny?” asked Mary.
Tom was almost bursting with pride at his infantile degradation and suc-ked feverishly on his dum-dum and bounced up and down in his cot. His filthy wet nappy sagged drastically and pulled against the poppers of his onesie. He wanted to tell them how clever he had been but knew that was not allowed.
“I know what is different” beamed Susan “baby has done a poo in his nappy for Nanny hasn’t he? His very first dirty night time nappy, what a clever baby you have been” she cooed
Tom was so proud that he gave up his grip on the bars of his cot and clapped his mittened hands together in delight and in doing so fell back on to his thickly padded bottom and felt the product of his delight squish against his bottom. It felt glorious to him and he revelled in being a complete baby.
Susan and Mary praised and cuddled Tom and fed him chocolate buttons until he felt his heart would burst with happiness. The regression therapy was so deeply ingrained that Tom now believed that all his actions were completely normal, so skilful had Susan’s programme been executed. Up until now, Tom had been allowed to ask for his potty to avoid soiling his nappy, now he realised that going in his nappy was absolutely normal and far more fun than sitting on the cold uncomfortable potty. He was always treated very coldly and often cruelly teased on his potty because Susan and Mary hated cleaning it up after him. He now knew that completely using his nappies like a baby was going to mean that he was going to be treated very lovingly and made to feel very special.
Sarah was most certainly wetting the bed helplessly into her nappies but at this stage was using her potty for her other business and much like Tom had been treated harshly and cruelly for not using her nappies. She was now a full month behind Tom and Susan decided that she need to take matters up another level.
Sarah sat in the ECT chair and was fully secured. Inside she was terrified and wanted to know why they had applied a cold gel to her temples and attached some strange electrodes. Susan was twiddling with the sparkly pendant she had come to know so well and felt herself sinking into the deep hole where everything was soft and warm.
“You have been a very bad baby” said Susan “you told me that you liked your nappies but you still want to use the horrible potty to go poo poo.”
“No like poo poo” muttered Sarah from her deep sleepiness.
“The potty bites” said Susan and turned on the ECT until Sarah was arched in the chair.
Sarah relaxed as the current was turned off. “Nasty potty” she cried
“Going in your nappies is what good babies do” explained Susan “all good babies go in their nappies for wee wee and poo poo”
The ECT was applied again, Sarah went rigid
“The potty is horrid and makes you feel really bad” said Susan “soiling your nappy is what all good babies do”.
Once again, the ECT was applied and as the shock died away Sarah said “I don’t like my potty, Sarah likes her nappies”.
Sarah was brought out of her deep trance and her eyes looked vacant and distant. Susan and Mary watched her carefully as Sarah’s face went deep red.
“What’s happening” whispered Mary to Susan”
“Shhh!” said Susan “watch!”
Sarah went even redder and started to grunt and strain. She felt herself straining against the restraints in the chair and was determined to soil her lovely soft nappy. She did not want the horrid potty that was for sure. It was hard to go in her nappy and she was pushing and pushing but the chair was holding her too tight against her nappy and she could not get it out of her body. She felt herself starting to cry with the frustration.
Mary loosened the straps holding Sarah to the chair.
The forces holding her to the chair were not so tight and Sarah began to gurgle as the big load started to force its way into her nappy. She pushed and pushed with joy, feeling the back of her nappy fill with the logs of her endeavours. Happy with her efforts to make a dirty nappy she released her bladder and completed the task. She never wanted to see the potty ever again. Now she felt relieved, but she also felt a vagueness, who was she? She was a baby, she knew that because Susan had told her. There was something else? She was a baby but not a real baby? No, she had to be a real baby, because she was sitting in a filthy wet nappy and that is what babies do in their nappies. It was very hard to think. Anyway, she was sure she was a baby.
Mary and Susan cleaned her up and fed her chocolate buttons and hugged her and kissed her and stroked her and caressed her until she had no doubt that she was the best baby in the whole world.
They put her in the new play pen with the locking lid and she looked at the other baby in a blue dress. “Who is that baba?” she thought looking directly at Tom who seemed upset that she did not know him. “My rattle” she thought snatching it from Tom’s hand.
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This is going swimmingly i hope you write more where they are made to age and made into toddlers.
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Good now both babies doing both pee pee and poo poo in their nappies, and now Sarah does not reconize the other baby everything going great. Keep up the wonderful story
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Antonia, please add to your story. I can't wait to hear more about Tom and his girlfriend's regression.
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Excellent story!! I love the detail of how they are training them. Please continue!!
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Chapter 17
The two looked at each other for a long time. Sarah shook Tom’s rattle and looked at him with little sign of recognition. Tom looked back at her in her pink baby dress covered in pink ribbons and hearts that came down and just rested on the waist band of her plastic panties that covered a fresh gleaming white terry nappy. In her mouth, the large pink dummy was bobbing in and out as she suc-ked it fervently - fighting the fog that clouded her deepest memories. Tom remembered the clumsy sex he had enjoyed in her flat and felt himself stir in his own freshly changed fluffy nappy.
He was in conflict, he knew he was a man, but he also knew that he was totally dependant on his nappies. He not only needed to wear his infantile nappies but he enjoyed wetting and soiling them like an overgrown toddler. Furthermore, he felt positively naked without his dummy and would stress and whimper until his precious do-do was firmly in place. He stared at Sarah, he looked for the bulge beneath her small towelling dribble bib, where beneath the shear fabric her bare breasts were caressed by the shiny fabric of her dress unrestrained. The tempo of his suc-king on his dummy increased and he dribbled and drooled so much that his little bib was beginning to become very wet. Inside his nappy his erection was growing to the size of a stubby little wax crayon. His soft woolly mitten and the hand it enclosed drifted down to the front of his plastic pants, but the thickness of the triple nappy, the small size of his manhood and the full fluffy softness of his mitten meant that touching himself was ineffective.
In the relatively small confines of the play-pen he tried to edge nearer to Sarah to fondle her breasts but she was shaking the rattle so vigorously that she hit him in the face accidentally causing him to back away.
He moaned in frustration and went to the opposite corner of the pen (it was not a long distance to cover). He knew that if he bounced up and down on the plastic play mat that he might get his nappies to rub up and down against his frustrated manhood. He tried this technique, one that seemed to work fairly well in his cot, but realised that the play pen had no springy base or mattress to help him achieve any momentum. In desperation, he tried to turn on his front and poke his legs out the through the bars of the play pen so that he could get most of his torso flat against the floor. He also managed to get Teddy underneath him and last could feel his nappy rubbing against him. Sarah half crawled, half toppled on top of him, giggling and shrieking in excitement. “Horsey” she shouted as she stretched out on top of him and bounced up and down on his back.
At that moment Mary and Susan came back in to the room. “What have we here?” asked Mary “Is little Tommy humping Teddy or is he being a good playmate for Sarah and giving her a little ride?”
Susan knew exactly what had been going on as she had watched the whole scene on the nanny cam. “I think Tommy has got the hots for Sarah and has been trying to pleasure himself Mummy”.
“Should we put on his chastity cage?” asked Mary “or should we give him some medicine?”
“Definitely the medicine” replied Susan “it is already working very well, have you seen how small his pee pee has become? It is barely larger than a toddler’s now and soon it will only be good for wetting his nappy!” Mary had a look of pride that comes from doing a first-rate job.
Tom felt the last of his erection wither and die as a familiar warmth washed across the front of his nappy and down between his legs and into the seat of his nappy. A big grin appeared behind the face shield of his dummy as he realised that he had been a good baby for his Nanny and Mummy.
Both the women noticed the dummy stop moving momentarily; then as the white of the nappy turned to a bright yellow (helped by the very high doses of vitamin C and asparagus he was being fed) he began suc-king again furiously.
“Good Baba! What a good little baby to do a wee wee in your nappy rather than big boy spurties!” praised the women in harmony. Sarah shook her rattle “Baba!” she exclaimed and without a thought thoroughly wet her own nappies.
Julia appeared as if by magic with freshly laundered nappies just out of the tumble drier following their day on the line in the garden sun; and on top a pile of newly dried plastic panties and gleaming white bibs. As she changed the two babies Susan and Mary went to the office to have a discussion.
“I have been thinking Susan” Mary said seriously as she worked her hand down the front of her girlfriend’s knickers “you know we did all that work for Todd’s mother with the hypnotic tapes? The regression to only being able to use a handful of baby words was quite a milestone for me, but the total regression to a one-year old baby and no adult thought at all was spectacular! What are we going to do with Tommy, are we going to give him a big session of ECT or shall we try the same as we did for Todd? Kath and her littlie Jemima are coming on well with the keyword hypnotherapy too.”
Susan was becoming hot and wet with desire “Tommy needs breastfeeding” she gasped. “the Community is growing and we should get the income stream going like Todd’s mum and the clothing business, or the other girls with the creche and nappy laundering service. We should develop our portfolio and the trouble is that we only really have Tommy left at the moment for development trials. Unless Sarah makes some degree of recovery, she will be useless to us.”
They agreed it was time to have a jolly good think about the future but right at that moment there were much happier pursuits to be followed.
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Please have these women use more hypnosis please its great that your writing more.
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Chapter 18
The week had been very busy with the builders working on the extensive basement that lay beneath the great house. A large nursery was created for Sarah and Tommy and their two cots moved in together with their changing stations and storage units. The architects had extended the space beyond the walls in to an enclosed patio that could be reached from an extensive sliding glass door.
The patio area was filled with swings and baby toys, the floor was clad in a thick shock absorbing rubber so that there would be no nasty bruises from any falls or spills. The beauty of this huge subterranean terrace was that this obscured and secured area was out of sight but allowed a huge amount of natural light in to the nursery. It also allowed the stink of messy nappies to be quickly expelled by simply opening up almost twenty feet of glass wall.
This huge room adjoined a large reception room where the babies were to be fed and had a small kitchen linked to the kitchens above by a dumb waiter, so that Mrs Bowling could send down her fresh prepared dinners and meals at the push of a button. Off the nursery was a large well-appointed bathroom and another door led to Julia’s room as she was the stand-in nanny for the time being. It was all very cosy and functional; the babies could kick up as much fuss as they wanted and at the same time be held firm and secure. The only clue that there were babies in the house was the long line of nappies and plastic pants that appeared every day that the sun came out. However, the re-modelling of the garden to have a natural fence of climbers, hedges and rambling roses made the laundry far harder to spot.
The main part of the house cleared of the baby paraphernalia returned to more adult psychiatric care and psychology issues. A small wing at the top of the house was reserved for “special occasions” where regression was the name of the care.
Sarah was proving a bit of a conundrum, and although she had recovered a great deal of her original personality, and she was no longer listless to the point of being lifeless. Her incontinence was firmly established and she was constantly wet or soiled or both. This was a part of her life and she happily accepted the praise for “going in her nappy”, “doing a poo poo for Nanny” or any of the other terms used to describe her infantile actions. She would happily sit in a wet nappy all day if nobody changed it just like any other baby, even a soiled or stinky nappy was no reason to complain.
The other part of Sarah was less controllable, her memories were starting to return and she certainly remembered who Tommy was now. The time in the play pen was not at all the same as it was two weeks previously when they had played ‘horsie’ together. Tommy looked at her breasts on which rested her little bib, the outline of her nipples just pressing against the fabric of her dress and enough to get Tommy heating up. Sarah knew the effect she was having on Tommy and the new play pen was a little bit bigger than the old one, in the new purpose-built nursery. Sarah would rub her breasts through the dress and make her little nipples proud and pert, Tommy would rub furiously at the front of his plastic pants and achieve nothing but frustration as the feminine hormone treatment he was being fed sapped his masculinity and reduced his libido.
Sarah had started to pull Tommy towards her by tugging at the ring on his dummy and in the space of a day or so was encouraging him suc-k on the front of her dress at the breasts contained beneath. The next day she had him suc-king at her breasts with his head buried under her little baby frock.
Sarah made Tommy put his mittened hand inside her nappy and plastic pants and, despite the fact that she had wet herself at least once, made him rub furiously until she exploded with an almighty orgasm that seemed to go on and on. Tommy removed his wet mitten from her and wailed with frustration at his own impotence as Sarah worked on him furiously to give him some pleasure. It was only when he was pushing and squirming that an accident happened at the rear of his nappy that forced its way out and gave him the climax he had desired so badly. The subliminal message that only allowed him satisfaction in a dirty nappy had been learnt.
Julia watched it all on the nanny cam as she rubbed herself to as glorious climax.
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Really good i love it from the victims POV.
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Antonia, Sarah and Tommy are having fun as babies. They have a whole new area to live and play in, Hopefully, their regression won't wear off. Keep going with this fantastic story.
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Chapter 19
Susan and Mary were not surprised to come in to the new nursery and see a very flushed Sarah and a very smelly Tommy in his recently soiled nappy sitting sheepishly in the playpen.
“Have you two been behaving yourselves or have you naughty babies been up to mischief” asked Susan with a smirk. “Tommy! You cannot have dirtied your new nappy already? You did a big poo in your last one! You’re after more choccie buttons aren’t you?” she asked him with a huge smile. Tom who was hugely embarrassed then wet his nappy for good measure adding to his humiliation. “Why is your mitten all wet? What have you bad babies been up to?”
Julia chose the moment to enter the room, her face still red from her own moments of pleasure. “I will change Tommy” she said helping him on to his new changing table where a tall stack of freshly laundered terry nappies was prepared and waiting along with a wicker basket stacked high with an assortment of plastic pants. She noticed that Tom was suc-king furiously on his dummy trying to hide his embarrassment and hoping that he would not be caught out (little did he know that Julia had seen the whole thing). In hardly any time at all Tom was creamed and powdered, pinned snuggly into a thick fluffy nappy and protected by a large pair of translucent plastic baby pants that had been pulled up and all stray pieces of nappy tucked carefully in. He was put into his high chair, a large bib tied round his neck and a little plastic bowl of chocolate button put on his tray.
Julia had quickly removed his mittens and replaced them with a new pair, because she knew exactly why they were wet and had that unique smell of Sarah! Tom struggled to pick up the button with his mitten and it dropped on to the plastic tray of his high chair. He pushed it to the far edge of the tray and then bent over, straining against the straps that held him secure, and sticking out his tongue managed to get it into his mouth. A stream of chocolate brown dribble ran from his lips and onto his bib. He hardly ever noticed when they put him in a bib any more as it was now a regular part of his life. Originally the bibs had been gleaming white with bright embroidery or little animal patches, but now they were quite faded and, in some cases, showed stains that despite being boil-washed would no longer come clean. In some bibs there were signs that the ties were becoming a little frayed from being used so regularly.
Sarah was also changed and as her dress was so creased and covered in dribble and slobber, that it was replaced with a little pink bubble suit and a delicate white vest. “How on earth did you get your pretty dress into such a state?” asked Mary shaking her head and pulling the protective sheath from the needle of a hypodermic she had in her hand.
Sarah saw the needle and immediately panicked, but it was too late and the sedative was already in her veins causing her to slump. Mary and Susan took her to her cot in the room next door and secured the room. In no time at all Sarah was in a deep hypnotic state, an act that had been increasingly simple after her ECT and diminished brain function.
“Sarah, you like having Tommy suc-king at your breast don’t you? You wish Tommy was your little baby for real don’t you Sarah? You want him to call you Mama and be your little baby don’t you Sarah? You want to wash him and care for him. You want to put him in a clean nappy when he has wet or soiled himself, don’t you? Would you like to feed Tommy his baby bottle and cuddle him?”
The suggestions with Susan went on for an hour and then she fitted ear pieces to allow the indoctrination to continue under the pink sleep bonnet that had been fitted to keep the pods in place. Sarah’s dummy bobbed rhythmically in and out as she deeply absorbed the new ideas. Her desire to be a maternal figure for her baby Tommy grew and grew as the light in the nursery slowly faded and night fell. Her injection was topped up as Susan changed her into a clean nappy before going to bed herself.
Tom had spent the day playing by himself and was worried when Sarah had disappeared for the rest of the day. He sat in his high chair chasing his chocolate buttons until lunch time when he was fed some chicken dinner ground up in the blender and then given two large bottles of milk to drink before being put down for a nap in his play pen. Two nappy changes later and he was back in his cot having spent all day playing with his bricks and watching and endless stream of episodes of the Teletubbies that had been recorded for him.
He looked across at Sarah but her cot was surrounded by a hospital screen and he could see nothing. He lay back in his cot suc-king on his do-di without a second thought as it was a necessary part of him now and he knew that it would be harder for him to give it up than it had to quit smoking. He reviewed his life as he lay in his cot and the light in the nursery started to fade and the fairy nightlight threw a pale-yellow glow across the room.
A man? Certainly; although his need to wear and use his nappies was not supporting his argument. He thought about the dummy that he was suc-king very nervously and bobbed in and out rapidly, causing him to dribble quite profusely, so succulent was the teat of his soother. This he agreed to himself, was a very babyish habit, but there must be many secret dummy suc-kers who lived their secret lives suc-king discretely whenever they had the opportunity, otherwise why make them big enough for grown-ups? He resolved in his own mind that this was a bit out of the normal but not a crime. He looked down and felt the wet bib tied around his neck to protect his sleepwear. This was very babyish he agreed but why then did he not take it off? He couldn’t take it off because he was wearing woolly mittens, but in truth if he made a real effort, he could have taken off his bib because they were not the restraining garment he originally wore. So, he wore the bib because he did not want to spoil his ‘BabyGro’ that held his nappies in place while he slept. Slowly Tom began to realise that he was far from being a man and the soft booties on his feet further confirmed his suspicions. He could have taken these off surely, and he could have easily climbed out of his cot, but he agreed not to try; if they removed the heavy leather baby reins that were so uncomfortable.
The more he argued with himself, the more he agreed that he had meekly and calmly submitted to behaving as a baby, slowly giving up a little discomfort in return for baby softness and security. He started off drinking out of a sippy cup, yet now he drank everything out of plastic baby bottles and this just happened one day and he had not bothered to complain. Why was he so weak? He was in despair, how could he come back from the situation in which he found himself? A surging warmth spread across the front of him and down between his legs and into the seat of his bottom. He realised that he was wetting himself without any prior warning and that far from being a man, they had reduced him with his permission to a nappy-pissing baby. Worse than that, he had now discovered that to soil his nappy was to experience not disgust or revulsion, but experience the heights of sexual excitement.
A tear ran down his face to mingle with his dummy suc-king slobber as he realised that this was his lot now. No more drinking in the pub, no going anywhere on his own, no mixing with other adults, no car, no money, no nothing apart from his baby routine and being dominated by Susan and Mary who now called themselves Nanny and Mummy. He had to escape but how? He would have to escape with nappies and plastic pants, and he could not run away without his dummies.
He slowly drifted off in to a troubled sleep and he wet himself a few hours later and never broke out of his reverie. By the time he awoke, his nappy was wet and heavy about his hips and on the point of leaking. At this stage a nappy is very uncomfortable and a million miles away from the soft fluffy nappy that was applied at the time of his previous evening’ change. Indeed, what started out as soft now feels quite hard, and the skin is increasingly irritated by the eliminations. The beginnings of nappy rash make Tom squirm with discomfort and the hope that somebody will come and change him. He never asks himself why he does not change himself? He could easily do so, but he has been conditioned to do as he was told.
Julia and the other women came into the room and take down the screen around Sarah’s cot, removing her bonnet and air buds from her ears. She points at Tom “That’s my baby” she shouts.
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Fab chapter could you have Tommy try to escape but they have placed hypnotic traps throgh the house to stop him.
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Antonia,
I've been playing catchup on your story and really enjoy it.
I had to change out of my wet, sticky diaper before commenting.
Mary and Susan really seem to be enjoying their revenge on Tom and Sarah, and I like that Sarah is going to be playing breastfeeding mommy to Tom.
I'm looking forward to reading about the exact methods Mary and Susan will use to impose their wills.
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Chapter 20
Mrs Bowling was in the kitchen with Julia folding up the nappies that had been brought in from the garden and given a quick spin in the tumble drier to fluff them up to the height of babyish softness. There were almost two dozen as the big babies were getting through them at a fast rate, now they were completely incontinent – doubly incontinent.
Julia was scrutinising the nappies as they were being folded “These are lovely and white Mrs B.” she said as she added another one to the growing pile.
“It’s all about quality”, replied Mrs Bowling “a good boil wash once in a while, a good long dry in the sun and a first-class quality nappy to begin with!” she explained with authority.
Susan and Mary joined the group and praised Mrs Bowling on the quality of her laundry. Susan put on the kettle and they set about getting out mugs and plates for afternoon tea and cake. The kettle boiled, the tea brewed in a big brown china pot and a Victoria sponge carefully removed from the round tin that was kept in the pantry. Mary cut four generous slices “I hope it tastes alright” she said smiling as she placed a generous slice on each plate.
“We need to make some decisions” said Mary “Sarah and Tom are taking up far too much of our resources at a time when we are getting busier and busier. In addition to our normal work, we are now being asked for a huge number of other products, like tailor-made hypnosis tapes, advice on regression therapy and troublesome children and errant husbands requiring hands on treatment to bring them back into line. This is all excellent business for our turnover, but we are spending far too much time pandering to Tom and Sarah who could be far more self-sufficient.”
“So, what are you suggesting?” asked Julia who spent a large part of her day looking after the two adult babies.
“Well I have a number of options” said Susan “firstly, I think that Sarah should start taking care of Tom in terms of changing him, feeding him and keeping him amused. To this end I have planted a suggestion in Sarah’s mind that she would rather like to have Tom as her own baby”.
She took a bite of cake and continued “Tom is a perfectly sound human being apart from being totally nappy dependant. He completely accepts that he has lost all control of his toilet training and seems to be quite comfortable with the fact. He knows that this condition ties him to us, how could he leave without his nappying supplies and baby clothes, let alone his dummy on which he has been completely reliant?”
“So, what are you thinking about Tom?” asked Mary
“I think we could use him in the business. I had thought about reducing him to the same status as a vegetable and let Sarah have him as her plaything, but that would be a waste. We could use him as an advertisement as to the success of our business of our incontinence process, but then our clients are more than happy to spread the word of our successful treatment. I do have a slight worry that he may try and escape, but with no money, no car and no clothes apart from his baby things; I am not sure how he might achieve such a thing. However, I do think it might be prudent to reinforce his love of his surroundings and make him feel nauseous any time that leaves the boundaries of the house and to give him a deep feeling of insecurity anytime he nears the boundaries. I will have a session with him before he goes to bed tonight and put that part of the plan into progress. I will also make him desire to be closer to Sarah, although the sexual side of things is becoming a little tumultuous, I regret that Tom is going to find his dirty nappy more of a turn on than having a sexual relationship with Sarah.” Susan took another sip of her tea and continued “Tom should be put to work. We could send him to the creche and have him washing nappies with some of our other client’s charges! I am not sure that is relevant for him, because I have chosen not to turn him into a sissy, I just want him to be trapped as a baby and to accept and even enjoy his predicament. I think this is working quite well, don’t you?”
The people around the table agreed.
“I think he should become a part of our growing regression business. The client comes in to our surgery and sees us, a psychiatric medical team, going about our business. They do not see the finished product. I propose that Tom be made to meet and greet the clients and their charges when they come for their initial meeting. Sometimes the person getting the treatment has no idea why they are coming whether they be son, husband or even daughter. Tom would be there to show what a “blank” looks like after the basic preliminary treatment. A total incontinent that fully accepts their position and is bound to their carer and their location by their condition. You know what they say – a picture tells a thousand words – and Tom is that picture. We can then explain that once you have produced a blank like Tom, you can then turn them in to a sissy, a baby, a toddler, even a toothless vegetable. They can take power of attorney, run their charge’s life and basically have total control. They can be made in to servants or slaves, they could be sold in to sexual slavery. I am not sure I like that idea, but it just shows that the number of possibilities is limitless.”
“Would we allow the client to interrogate Tom?” asked Julia
“Why not? We already have a reward system in place, a packet of chocolate buttons and he is happy to do anything. He knows that sitting around in a dirty nappy is not a very nice punishment! I bet he finds the whole idea of having something productive to do will be a welcome change.”
“How do you think Sarah will take to Tom going back to work?” asked Mrs Bowling
“Maybe we use Sarah as an example of what can happen to a blank? I mean she is very much a baby girl that has or will be imprinted with a ‘mummy need’, the perfect live-in nappy dependant nanny that will never leave and will always look after baby.”
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So gooood
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I hope one of them personally hypnotizes him into being a brainless baby and his true self prisoner in his mind with no way of escaping.
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Antonia, another great segment of this story. I can't wait for the next one so I can see what happens in the continuing saga of Tom and Sarah. :D :D :D :D
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Chapter 21
That evening Tom had a very long ‘chat’ with Susan when under deep hypnosis he was made to feel very comfortable living in the big house but ‘learned’ that it was very dangerous and scary if he were to go outside of the large gate or the other side of the fences and hedges that bordered the estate. He was also told that it was perfectly alright to be seen in his current wardrobe which as he knew he had to wear because it made changing his nappies a lot easier and looked perfectly appropriate for him. Beside he looked really cute when he was in his best clothes and everybody loved him for it.
The next day Tom was very cooperative as he was changed out of his wet nappy and put into another thick night time nappy with a muslin liner, having been given a good coating of zinc and castor oil cream and dusted heavily with Johnson & Johnson Baby talc. Tom did not raise any concerns at being put into the thicker nappy, that tended to make him waddle when he walked, because it was so thick between his legs. The addition of thick blue plastic pants with almost industrial thickness of vinyl, further made the nappy feel very obvious. He raised his arm as instructed as she pulled a white baby vest with the square neck over his head. Then he threaded his feet into a bubble romper in delicate blue and pulled the bib front up in front of him and pulled the straps over his shoulders, crossing them at the back and securing them with the two large buttons on the waist band. Little pearl buttons at the thigh secured his legs and the whole garment puffed out like a balloon forcing the poppers between his legs to stretch and allow his plastic pants to peak out through the gaps between the shiny steel fasteners.
Susan took a safety pin and threaded it through a pale blue silk ribbon that was tied to his large blue dummy with the silicone teat and affixed it to the bib of his romper. Tom licked his lips with anticipation and was rewarded by having the dummy teat pushed between his lips. He began to suc-k immediately as this was now an automatic reflex.
On his feet she placed to large blue woolly booties that had suede leather soles so that he could safely toddle in them without slipping. They were bunny soft and secured to his feet with more silky blue ribbon. Around the rim of the little booties were little tinny bells that looked like dummies and tinkled every time Tom took a step.
“Aren’t they soo cute?” she cooed at Tom “now we will never lose you, will we? Mummy can hear you wherever you go darling”. Tom smiled behind the shield of his dummy. “Now, because you are such a big boy today, Mummy is not going to make you wear your mittens.”
She fluffed out a large terry bib trimmed in blue gingham ribbon that formed the ties that went around his neck. She tied the bib securely making sure it was not too tight. “There now, that will keep your beautiful new romper all clean from your dummy dribbles won’t it sweetheart?”
She brushed his hair and kissed him on his forehead. “Ready for breakfast!” she announced.
Sarah was already in her high chair by the time Tom joined her in the nursery kitchen. She was dressed in a baby pink dress that flared out from just beneath her breasts and barely came to the top of the pink plastic pants that covered her clean nappies. She was wearing a bib identical to Tom’s except that it was trimmed in pink. She was eating Shreddies with her fingers from a pink bowl and already her bib was starting to look useful. As Tom came into the room and was being fitted into his high chair, Sarah clapped her hands and shouted “Here’s my baby!”
Tom looked a bit surprised. Mary said “We are going to try an experiment today Tom, Sarah is going to look after you today and change your nappies and feed you your bottle because we have a lot of visitors to the surgery today and might not have time to look after you properly. Is that alright sweetheart?”
Tom thought back to the previous day and the fun he had – this arrangement was not going to be a problem at all.
“Now you two, when you have finished your breakfasts and had nappy changes you are going to help us upstairs. Tom you are going to be the meet and greeter to make sure people are checked in, Sarah you are going to look after Tom and be in charge of showing the visitors to the waiting room and then to the meeting rooms when they are summoned.
Do you think you can do that?”
Tom looked very nervous and quite clearly was wetting his nappy, a similar event was happening in Sarah’s high chair.
Tom ended up in the arms of Sarah, his head level with her breasts as she coaxed him though his bottle. “Come on Tommy, drink up your baba like a good baby” she instructed “I will let you suc-k on my titties when you have finished and then you can get excited in your nappy if you want? Would you like that, because Mummy Sarah wants you to play with her inside her nappy doesn’t she? Tom suc-ked the last of the milk out of the bottle and it hissed and gurgled as the last of the milk was consumed.
Sarah changed his nappy and was disappointed that nothing she did with Tom seemed to make his little winkie grow big and strong, it stayed as small and limp as some of the baby boys she had baby sat for. It was only when she talked about him soiling his nappy that she noticed any signs of stirring and it was at this point that she realised that he had been well and truly nobbled in the sex department. Once again Tom was dressed in his thick nappies with a muslin liner, another pair of thick blue plastic panties fitted and the romper refitted.
Tom did as he was instructed and took Sarah to the heights of excitement with his tongue and unfettered hands. She in return let him suc-k on her breasts until he had had enough, frustrated and disappointed that he had received no reward for his endeavours.
Julia came in to change Sarah and inspected Tom “Good job Sarah! You have really done a great job on Tom” she praised. “It seems Tom has done a great job on you!” she smirked as Sarah’s face gradually lost some of its bright red flush.
“Come on guys, time to go to work” she said lining the two of them up and fitting each of them with their walking reins. Tom in blue and Sarah in pink, both with little bunnies and little bells on their breast plates. The two walked off to the stairs tinkling as they moved up the stairs.
Tom was strapped, using his reins, into his high chair that had been placed behind a high reception desk. A large plastic phone with a tinkling bell sat in front of him. A large colouring book with big wax crayons lay open in front of him – on one side was the list of appointments and on the other side was a picture of little animals in the forest that needed to be coloured in. A little toy fridge in multi-coloured plastics had a little door open to show four baby bottles full of different juices ready for him to drink should he be thirsty. A small plastic dish had some chocolate buttons in case he wanted a snack. A large rattle was lying next to the ‘appointment diary’ so that he could summon Sarah to take people to the waiting room or appointment room. Sarah was sat on a play mat surrounded by blocks and large Duplo Lego to play with and was instructed to answer the door and act as escort to the visitors.
The girls took their stations, the door bell rang.
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Antonia, you did it again. Just as it started to get suspenseful, you went to a commercial break. Hee, Hee, Hee. This IS a great story. Keep going kid, you have us on the edge of our highchairs. :D :D :D :D :D
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Chapter 22
The bell had hardly stopped ringing and Sarah was toddling to the door with her pink dress swirling in rhythm to her waddling gait flashing peaks of her pink plastic pants and the large fluffy nappy contained within.
All the women were glued to one screen or another. Mrs Bowling in the kitchen had set the television to the security channel where six web cams were displayed in a checkerboard grid. She laughed as Sarah almost fell on to her fat nappied bottom as she was eager to open the front door. In another screen, there was a woman clutching the wrist strap of a young teenage boy aged about 15 years wearing a Mickey Mouse t-shirt, a pair of terry towelling shorts and a pair of classic Clarks Start Right sandals. Their faces were a delight as they were greeted by the sight of Sarah in all her finery asking them to come in.
The boy looked in horror at the large toddler stood before him, then a lusty grin as he could see her breasts barely concealed by the thin fabric of her thin wispy baby dress. Then his eyes fell to her plastic pants and the huge nappy she was wearing. Finally, his eyes went back to her pretty face and the big dummy that was firmly planted in her mouth and was bobbing in and out with nervous excitement. His mother just grinned from ear to ear and was clearly delighted at what she saw and almost threw her son through the door.
Sarah took the woman’s hand and led her to Tom who was sitting in his high chair with his plastic crayon at the ready.
“Miffeth Hamilton and Mathter Teddy?” he asked as a little bit of dribble trickled on to his bib “You’re our firtht appointment thith morning” he managed to lisp past his dummy as he put a big tick against their name in his colouring book with his fat crayon.
“Yes” replied Joyce Hamilton as she clutched her retiring son’s reins tightly “Master Teddy has come for some treatment to make him better”. Teddy looked as scared as scared could be.
He scrutinised Tom and read his name badge, his eyes darted all over the place as he took in the high chair, the dummy, the little plastic dish with the chocolate buttons, the legs spread wide and the blue plastic pants poking through the little gaps in his babyish romper.
“You are wearing nappies” he managed to squeak out. He looked a bit weedy, definitely slightly short for his age and his mother had cut his hair in a classic pudding bowl cut. His clothes were definitely the start of his juvenile journey thought Tom.
“I haff to wear nappies” responded Tom “because I thtarted to wet the bed and then it got worthe and now I wet all the time. My fwend Sarah hath to wear nappies too”. Teddy looked astounded.
“Do you like wearing nappies? You look like a dork, why are you wearing baby clothes?” he asked. His mother looked cross and gave her son a small slap on his legs.
“Behave yourself Teddy” she commanded “I am sure Tommy has to wear the appropriate clothes so that he can be changed without spoiling his stuff? Isn’t that right Tommy? You seem a very nice and well-behaved young man and if I was your Mummy, I would be very proud of you” she gushed.
Tom nodded his head and felt his nappy become warm with his wetting. Joyce who had had three daughters and finally produced Teddy some years later recognised the signs of a baby in release.
“Tharah, pleath can you take Mitheth Hamilton and Mathter Teddy to the waiting room”. Sarah was quickly grabbed Teddy by the hand after she had patted his bottom to see if he was wearing any protection. He was not, but maybe that would change today.
Sarah later delivered Teddy and his mother to Susan and Mary. The meeting lasted over an hour. Sarah returned Mrs Hamilton to the waiting room as Teddy had a session on the ECT machine and some deep suggestive treatment. It was a very different young boy that came out of the treatment room. The boy that emerged was wearing an all-in-one pink body suit made of a soft fleecy material. His hands and feet were enclosed by the built-in mittens and little booties at the feet. In his mouth a large pink dummy was firmly installed and a large pink bib tied around his neck. However, the greatest change was the bulge of a huge fat nappy and plastic pants that were concealed within the garment. Teddy waddled in to the waiting room escorted by Sarah, he was dazed and barely coherent; anybody who saw him might have thought that he had been on drugs or taken alcohol, but in reality his brain had been damaged.
His mother was overjoyed at seeing him “Oh Teddy” she exclaimed “look at you! you are such a lovely boy now, look at you!” she enthused. Teddy looked a bit dim and was clearly not fully aware of his situation. He looked down at his heavily padded crotch and a small tear escaped the corner of his eye as he felt himself wet his nappies.
“You made me into a baby” he sobbed “you turned me in to a baby”. He suc-ked on his dummy for comfort. Sarah waited so that she could take Teddy to wait with Tom and take Joyce back to meet with Susan for a de-briefing.
Teddy sat on the playmat by the side of Tom’s high chair and cuddled up with a baby blanket left there for his comfort. He looked at Tom and realised that his life as an arrogant teenager was finished before it had really started. They looked at each other over the tops of their dummies and a feeling of mutual sadness passed between them. Teddy had been through a lot and was beyond tired. He wet himself again and did not understand why he was doing it – little did he know that he had been fed with drugs and suggestions that would have made his wetting inevitable. His nappy started to pull against his hips as the weight of his wettings took effect and the onesie providing some support to his condition.
Joyce was listening to Susan as she explained that Teddy would make a partial recovery, but that she should strongly enforce his condition by the use of tapes and rewards. If he was shown to be fighting the condition and looked like recovering, then she should bring him back immediately. In the meantime, she had put together a package that contained four onesies, two dozen nappies and six pairs of plastic pants and a spare dummy to keep him going. Joyce had already put in to motion the delivery of a cot, high chair and changing table as well as purchasing a selection of little baby dresses and other clothes. She knew that Teddy was going to join an increasing network of similar overgrown infants.
A substantial cheque was handed over and Mrs Hamilton and new baby Teddy made their way to the front door guided by Sarah who had recently just soiled her nappy and was a bit stinky. Teddy smelt it as he walked beside her “You have messed your nappy; you are nothing but a big baby” he snarled.
Sarah looked him square in the eye “and you will poo in your nappy as well, and there is absolutely nothing that you can do about it” she countered with a little chuckle. You could call it poetic justice, but at that moment Teddy experienced a griping pain and was stopped in his tracks by a desperate need to soil himself. His mother looked at him clearly not knowing what was happening, but as he dropped into a squatting position, she realised with joy that he was about to dirty his nappy. She recognised all the signs from the time when he had been a toddler, the wide eyes, the classic pose, the red face, the strain of going in a tight well-fitted terry nappy with a substantial liner and the pushing and grunting. She photographed the moment on her iPhone intending to send the video to her estranged husband who had run off with some little bimbo and encouraged her precious son to become a precocious little turd. A turd seemed a very appropriate name for him now!
“Oops!” said Sarah “you were saying?”
Teddy tried to minimise his infantile act as his eliminations slowly sank deeper in his nappy and slowly pulled his protection down from around his hips. As his situation finally hit him and he realised what he had become a babyish wail escaped him as he blubbered through his dummy.
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I hope Top tries to escape.
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Antonia, You are great. Sarah and Tom are very obedient toddlers now. Mrs. Hamilton and Teddy are on the slippery slope where Teddy is about to become an obedient toddler, too. This is one GREAT story. :D :D :D :D :D
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Chapter 23
Tom did his duty well and Sarah also was a huge help in running the business. Far from being a drain the two of them had worked really hard and been a brilliant advert if not living proof that the treatments on sale really worked.
Joyce telephoned a month later to say that Teddy was adjusting really well to his new status and despite a few occasions, when he needed his legs slapping, he had settled down really well. It was early days but for the last three mornings he had woken up in soaking wet nappies that he had clearly wet while he had been asleep. His mother was clearly delighted and now Teddy was far more attentive and well-behaved, as he knew that any bad behaviour would mean sitting in a wet or smelly nappy until he learned the error of his ways. On the subject of soiling himself, this had met with considerable resistance initially, but the night-time tapes had slowly eroded his will and although he was unhappy, the praise and reward system was beginning to show positive effect and he had filled his nappy after breakfast and not made a squeak of complaint but sat in his mess like a good baby until he was rewarded with a whole packet of chocolate buttons and a brand new bright red dummy.
Susan thought it might be a nice idea to get in touch with Tom’s mother. She felt guilty that she had not come to their wedding and now that she and Tom were in a perfect relationship, it seemed right that she should come and see how her son had progressed. Nothing like the arrogant bully that her husband had become, and if Tom had been responsible for him running off and leaving her, then her treatment of Tom might be quite satisfying.
Susan and Mary had spent a pleasant night drinking wine and having sex. They discussed Tom who had spent a perfect night sleeping in his cot with Sarah who demanded he satisfy her needs. All he wanted was to sleep on his own and to have a nice clean nappy put on because he had wet the one he was wearing quite a lot. He couldn’t remember when he had wet it but it felt heavy and uncomfortable and was starting to go cold. All Sarah wanted was for him to suc-kle on her and fiddle about with her lady bits. He wondered why he no longer wanted any sexual encounter but increasingly enjoyed the pleasure of his nappies, especially when he had soiled them. He thought of the times he had sex with Susan and realised that this was history to him now and that Susan was a rampant lesbian who wanted nothing more than to romp with Mary.
Mary agreed with Susan that they should invite Tom’s mother down for a visit. After breakfast when the two babies had been fed and sent to their nursery, Susan picked up the phone and dialled the number. The phone rang for about five rings before it was eventually picked up.
“Hello Mrs Bigley, you don’t know me but you certainly know of me, I was Dr Susan Handley before I married your son Tom. I did invite you to the wedding but you never replied”.
“Dr Handley, I don’t talk about Tom and I have no interest in pursuing this conversation further. He was the biggest mistake I ever made and he ruined my life”.
“Mrs Bigley, stop! Tom is a nappy dependant baby now” Susan blurted out fearful of being cut off. The ploy worked.
“What?” replied a somewhat startled Mrs Bigley “did you say nappy dependant baby? This is a joke right?”
“No Mrs Bigley, I caught him having an affair with one the office juniors in the office. The partners were far from happy and his career subsequently took a sharp nosedive to the point that his education was being totally wasted on a silly little girl.”
“He sounds like his bloody father” responded Mrs Bigley “he could never keep his dic-k in his trousers and when he knew I was pregnant with Tom he thought it was open season on philandering. So how on earth have you achieved his new status in life?”.
“I am a clinical psychiatrist, psychologist and hypnotherapy specialist with special skills in Electro Convulsive therapy. Tom stood little chance and with careful nurturing and techniques, that I will not bore you with, I have turned his girlfriend into a nappy wearing nanny who likes nothing more than to have Tommy suc-king her tits like an overgrown baby. Sadly, Tommy receives no sexual excitement for this as I have flooded his body with female hormones and destroyed his libido, indeed the most excitement he gets these days is when he soils his nappy.”
The phone was quiet as Mrs Bigley was stunned into silence. “So he cannot function without his nappies and needs them for everything because he is totally incontinent?”
“Yes, and he has to wear baby clothes so that he can be changed easily without making a mess. Baby clothes are designed that way for a reason, namely quick and ready access.” Susan laughed.
“So, he wanders about wearing a nappy, plastic pants and is dressed in baby clothes?” confirmed Mrs Bigley hardly believing what she was being told.
“Yes, and he suc-ks on his dummy all day, wears a bib to protect his clothes from his dribbles and only drinks out of a baby’s bottle with a teat”
“No!” exclaimed Mrs Bigley
“He sleeps in a cot, eats in his high chair and has a large playpen so that he does not wander about and I know where he is at all times.
“No!”
“Yes Mrs Bigley, he is a perfect husband now, he plays with his nanny, he works as my receptionist and I pay him with chocolate buttons.”
“I don’t wish to pry dear, but what about the S E X” she spelt out the word letter by letter.
“I have a lover who is also my partner, Mary. She came to me as a fully trained psychiatric nurse but also had trained as a Norland Nanny. It was with her that we have branched into a very specialised business. You would not appreciate how many errant sons, unfaithful husbands and cases of revenge are festering in the world around us.
“I want to come and see you dear, I must come at once. Please stop calling me Mrs Bigley and call me Magda.” She said in an animated and excited voice “I just have to see what a wonderful job you have done for myself – I can hardly believe what you have told me is true.”
“It is true; trust me Magda. It is totally true and you MUST come at once!”
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I just wanted to post a quick thank you for the kind comments and suggestions that you have been making, it is really helpful. I try to work your ideas into the plot but it cannot always be so. Just two chapters left until the conclusion ....... unless there is an idea that sparks my imagination!
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This story has been so wonderful to read! I would love to see a series following Teddy, perhaps with having him less accepting through hypnosis of his new life. Does he still have to go to school? Does his mother care for him alone?
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That is a plan! Plenty of food for thought there! Thank you
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Antonia, Antonia, Antonia, You can't end this wonderful story in 2 more episodes. Once it is finished, we won't know what has happened to Sarah and Tom. OH the horror, I can't stand it. YOU HAVE TO KEEP GOING!!!!! Hee, Hee, Hee. :D :D :D :D :D
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It is sad we are coming to the end but if we are i hope the mother takes Tom home to live with her as a brainless baby till the end of his days.
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Antonia,
I'm catching up and really enjoying your story.
Tom and Sarah are doing a great job of being receptionist and greeter, along with being excellent exhibits of how effective treatments can be.
You can certainly write followup stories of their client Teddy and mother Joyce, along with stories of new clinic clients.
The visit of Tom's mother Magda should definitely provide stimulating reading.
I'm looking forward to you final chapters to this story and will be on the lookout in the future for new stories from you.
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Chapter 24
Magda arrived the next day at breakfast time. She was clearly a well-dressed no-nonsense woman who had made her way in the world by being in control and expecting those around her to do as she commanded. The years had been kind to her and she had clearly looked after her body, her make-up was faultless, her skin dewy fresh despite her age which was in the late 40’s. Her dark raven hair showed not a strand of grey and her dark red lipstick was applied with a laser precision. All her make-up was immaculate as were her clothes that were smart but not extravagant. The black skirt was from Marks & Spencer, the blouse from Beal’s in Bournemouth and her shoes from a shop found in most city high streets.
Tom and Sarah were in their high chairs eating their eggy bread fingers with bibs already messy from a rather messy chocolate cereal that they had eaten with their fingers. Julia and the team had been warned that an extra visitor was coming and had said nothing to the babies. A spare place had been laid at the table but nothing had been said. Julia answered the door and brought down the visitor.
Tommy looked up from his plastic plate and was just about to put some eggy bread in his mouth when he spotted his mother. His jaw dropped in total surprise; his clean nappy that had been put on before breakfast warmed as he wet himself. He struggled in his high chair but the tough blue webbing straps held him firm. There was no love between him and his mother and the one thing he wanted was to escape and put distance between him and her.
“Mama!” was the only word that would escape his lips. He had not called her that since he had been a toddler. His head was flooded with historical images and memories. He remembered things that he though he had managed to forget by denying they ever happened. He remembered the cruelty, the humiliation he was put through and the barbaric acts she performed on him. It had started with the rows with his father and when he had left, the direction of her angst was focussed squarely on him.
Any small deviation to her will was met with retribution. He would cry but she would belittle him, call him a cry baby and put him back in nappies and plastic pants, then stuff him under the stairs in a small cupboard under the stairs for hours at a time. It was inevitable that he would have to use his nappies, and when he was eventually released, he would be berated for not having any control. Life was about as miserable as it could be. Many times, she would go out and leave him alone, turning off the electricity so that he could not hurt himself; locking him in his old cot with leather walking reins that were bashed and battered from their long history of use.
Magda looked at Tom with an expression that was best described as evil, it was a smirk that harboured pure malevolence. Tom shrank into his high chair almost trying to hide beneath the tray (which of course was impossible). He was in total fear and Sarah who had a huge empathy for Tom started to cry. Susan and Mary at the same time wondered if this had been a dreadful mistake. Julia and Mrs Bowling had gone to Tom and were releasing him from his high chair. They hugged and reassured him, while Magda appeared to change persona and came over as a gushing mother.
“Oh look at you Tom! Aren’t you the sweetest thing?” she said coming to Tom and ruffling his hair. The tray was swung back and Tom lowered to the floor, his wet nappy sagging, the stained towelling showing through his transparent plastic pants. Julia and Mrs Bowling edged away as Magda moved in to hug Tom to her. Tom was shaking with fear and with all the stress felt himself soiling his nappy as his mother’s hand wandered to the back of his pants to pat his bottom. “You haven’t changed at all darling” she said patting and rubbing at the seat of his dirty nappy “do you remember when you were being punished for being naughty and making mummy a messy nappy?” She did not seem at all phased by what Tom was doing but Sarah was now wailing feeling the distress being suffered by Tom.
Susan stepped in and let Sarah out of her high chair having given her a big reassuring hug. “You take Tom and give him his bottle Sarah, then make him nice and clean”. Mary parted Tom from his mother.
“Let us get him cleaned up Mrs Bigley, and after that we can all sit down and have a nice chat and get to know each other” said Mary.
Magda did not seem at all willing to part with her son. “I can do it” she said fixing each of them with a steely glare. “I will do it” she said determinedly.
“You’ve just arrived Magda!” said Susan “you are my mum-in-law and I have never met you. Let us sit down, have some breakfast and let me introduce everybody to you and let’s get to know each other”. The murmur of assent from the women put paid to holding back Tom and he was prised away and put in the hands of Sarah who rushed him back to the nursery.
Mrs Bowling put on the kettle and started cooking toast. Julia washed her hands and took out pastries and a selection of jams and preserves. A small breakfast feast was prepared with fruit salad and the offer to cook a full English if Mrs Bigley preferred. She refused and the tensions evaporated as breakfast preparations took over.
Magda and Susan chatted while the big babies were being cleaned up and it was agreed that a guided tour of the facility would be one way of spending the day. As it was the weekend there were no clients and there was plenty of time to linger at the various stops as they went round. Magda was particularly interested in the ECT Treatment Room and Susan should have realised that her interest was a little too intense to be healthy. Mary was flashing signals to her, in an attempt to shut her up and was more than upset when Magda was invited to see the process in process on Monday morning when they had a naughty boy regression session booked in. Magda was fawning all over Susan like she was the long-lost daughter she had never had. She went on and on about the wonderful job she had done with her little Tommy and how he was just the way he should always have been.
By the time they sat down for lunch Mary was really cross with Susan, because all her instincts said that this was a really bad situation. Magda was all over Tom like a rash, petting him and molly-coddling him as if he were a real toddler. Sarah was incandescent and never more so when Magda said “Sarah sweetheart, you may think you are Tommy’s mummy, but that is not true is it? You are Tommy’s caught-out lover, who has been reduced to a nappy-dependant nanny, there is only one mummy here and that is me darling! You are no longer his lover, because Tommy can’t do loving anymore can he? No he only gets sexy when he is filling his nappy, and on top of that his little man is only good for wetting like a baby”.
Sarah started to cry and Julia tried to comfort her. Tommy had never felt so close to his mother as she drew him ever deeper into her malicious web. “Mummy’s here darling” she whispered in his ear “you go in your nappy like a good baby and I will change you, would you like that?! We should have done this years ago shouldn’t we sweetheart?”
Susan and Mary looked at Julia as she calmed Sarah, Mrs Bowling was looking uncomfortable. Magda took Tom for a clean nappy. The atmosphere improved somewhat.
“What?” asked Susan as they all looked at her “she is starting to warm to us. Okay, she had a bad start but she has made a real effort to be nice to Tommy and she is certainly trying to bond with me.”
“I don’t trust her” said Mary
“Me neither” agreed Julia
“Hate her” whimpered Sarah
Mrs Bowling said nothing but started to clear the table.
“She is going home on Wednesday, so let’s give her the benefit of doubt, shall we?” asked Susan. Nobody wanted a row and decided to let the issue drop. Tommy came back hand in hand with his mother. He was suc-king on a pink dummy and Magda had tied a clean bib around his neck. He was wearing a simple baby vest and she had put a clear pair of plastic pants over his nappy that showed the pink tipped nappy pins holding the sides of his nappy together. On his feet were pink booties that belonged to Sarah and she had fitted him in Sarah’s walking reins.
“I am going to take Tommy for a walk” she explained. This news made Tom very nervous for some reason he could not understand.
“My do-do” said Sarah
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so wow Tom was abused by his mother and she is going to take him back and continue that abuse unless he doesn't break out of his hypnotic condition. Such a great story i wished it did not have to end.
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What a cliffhanger!! I want to see Tom's mother punished now!
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Antonia, Holy Bat Crap, Ratman. Tommy's mommy is back into his life and she has decided that she likes Tommy like he is now. I don't trust her as far as I can throw her. She is devious and wants nothing more than to heap more ridicule and hate towards Tommy. Maybe the ladies can give her a session in the ECT chair and make her a baby, too. That chapter elicited all kinds of emotions inside me. The biggest emotion was the fight or flight feeling. I don't know why. All I can say is "WOW!!!"
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Antonia,
I'm just catching up now and it looks like you are really ending this story with a very loud bang!
I certainly don't trust Magda very far at all with Tom.
Are you going to be writing a follow up story about Magda's fate?
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Antonia, I hope this isn't the end of your story. Tom and Sarah have had quite an adventure and it would be nice for it to continue so we can see what Magda has in store for Tom. 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)
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I hope you continue the story soon i am on the edge of my seat.
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Antonia, come on, give us some more of your story. We all want to know what happens to Tom and Sarah. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
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Chapter 25
Tom was filled with dread at going out of the house and Magda had to tug and jerk on his leading reins in order to get him over the threshold.
“I don’t want to go out!” he screamed
“Don’t be a stupid sissy” Magda responded “you have been stuck inside far too long and it is about time that you got out and in the fresh air.”
Tom became more and more distressed the further they went down the drive, to the point that he fell to the ground and literally tried to dig his feet in. On and on went Magda, dragging Tom like a heavy sack of potatoes with the pink leather straps bighting in to his shoulders and she stomped forwards. Suddenly she had had enough and looping the end of the strap in her hand went back to Tom who was lying prostate on the ground, his knees scuffed and bloodied from scraping along the tarmac of the drive.
“You will come out with me” she screamed at him, emphasising each word with a vicious swing of the end of the strap of his reins against the top of his bare thighs. On and on she went, until the top of his legs was striped and reddened by the thrashing that she was giving him. “Now stand up” she commanded
“I can’t” sobbed Tom “I am too scared; I don’t know why but I’m frightened Mummy”.
Magda swung the strap again and this time caught Tom across his cheek and hit him with such force that his dummy flew out of his mouth and swung on the end of the ribbon that connected it to his bib with a baby safety pin.
Tom looked terrified and flooded his nappy letting out a huge wail.
Susan and Mary who had seen this from inside the house now came rushing out with Julia holding Sarah’s hand close behind. “Stop, stop, stop it right now Magda” shouted Susan, wrestling the leather strap from her hand.
Magda went berserk and it took all three women to grab hold of the evil woman and attempt to calm her down. Mrs Bowling who was the last to come out wound up an almighty punch and hit her with such force that Magda went down like a stone.
An hour later and Tommy had been lovingly cared for and his wounds soothed with a cooling gel of aloe and chamomile. He had been changed, put in a clean onesie and put in his cot as Sarah fed him with a bottle of milk that contained as sedative to settle him down.
Meanwhile Susan and Mary had knocked out Magda with a chemical cosh made of sedatives and sleeping medications that had been administered by injection. Leather straps held her firmly in the treatment chair, and they took the clippers to her hair and cut it all off. She was dimly aware of what was happening but was so full of drugs that she could only stare vacantly with her mouth open as they set about their preparations.
The electrodes were placed on her temples on top of the conductive gel, before a rubber cap was fitted that help everything in place. The ECT equipment started to hum as the machinery powered up. The rubber bite with a breathing tube was fitted in her mouth and a strap fitted over her jaw to keep her mouth firmly shut. The first of a four-minute jolt was applied and Magda’s body arched out of the chair as far as the thick strapping would allow. She tremored and shook for quite a long time after the treatment had stopped. She had soiled and wet herself, but the plastic padded chair pad coped with all her eliminations. The women checked her pulse and blood pressure, fortunately she was fit and healthy, well capable of withstanding another session. On and on they went, delivering dose after dose of the treatment until all that was left of Magda was a wide-eyed, open-mouthed being that sat listlessly in the chair staring into space. They had removed the straps and paraphernalia associated with the treatment and the greatest danger she presented now was falling out of the chair and crushing their feet.
It took all four of the women to get her into a chair, clean her up and get her dressed.
They put her in a plain grey shapeless shift, and institutional underwear. On her head they placed a pink woollen sleep bonnet. It was purely functional and not at all glamorous. A pair of pink slippers with pompoms on the toes finished the outfit. She sat non-responsive, no longer a threat to anybody. Sarah put a teddy in her lap and moved her arms so that Magda cuddled it.
“Naughty teddy” she exclaimed as a wet dark circle spread out from under teddy’s bottom “you have done a wee wee on Magda” she giggled.
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antonia, That was a fantastic chapter. I was waiting for Magda to get her comeuppance. It looks like she is on her way to becoming a baby. I can't wait for the next chapter. 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)
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It's nice to see mommy get hers. I hope they give her a taste of her on medicine.
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Chapter 26
The days turned into weeks and the weeks into months.
As the time had passed it showed that Magda had taken a catastrophic hit with her treatment and although she was physically in perfect condition, the same could not be said of her mental state. Sadly, she had lost total control of her continence and following a full review of her mental status and intelligence quota, the results of her psychological review showed Magda to be about the same stage as a six-month-old infant.
They deliberated what to do with her. It was decided that apart from wearing nappies and appropriate plastic pants as protection that she would continue to wear her drab institutional clothes. At one stage they thought about locking her away in one of the upstairs rooms but decided that this was more than brutal. This was a business and everybody had to play their part; to that end Magda had already proved a very generous benefactor as they had managed to gain power of attorney over her affairs due to a massive stroke. It turned out that she was worth a vast fortune and had easily purchased a lifetime membership to their exclusive organisation.
Unlike a normal six-month-old baby, Magda was lacking animation. She sat in her chair, suc-king her dummy and for the most part just drooled while staring into space. She was strapped in; not to stop her from escaping but to make sure that she did not fall out, which was why the high chair was the most suitable piece of furniture. She did not know where she was or what day of the week it was, so they decided that she could sit in her chair with a sign that declared “Maggie is an example of the ultimate solution”.
Most of the clients who came to the clinic were either seeking babification, sissification or un-potty training. Most of the clients were mothers with unruly teenagers or wives with unfaithful or disrespectful husbands. Reliance on nappies very quickly tamed the wildest of spirits, not many teenagers would want to hang out with gangs of bad influences, nor would a girl want a lover that needed changing into a fresh nappy before, after or even during sexual coitus.
Tom and Sarah continued to meet and greet dressed as sweet toddlers and took great delight in parading in their delightful clothes that exposed nappies that were more often than not wet or in some cases soiled. They were both totally incontinent and Tom doted on Sarah who looked after him as if he were her baby. He knew he was married, but he also accepted the duality of his life and although his mind was still very acute, the framework on which his life was based had a bizarre twist!
Teddy came back to visit them with his mother Mrs Hamilton and he waddled in with a ridiculous bow-legged gait caused by the largest and thickest nappies that Susan and Mary had ever seen. His mother had been to Turkey and found a supplier of the best terry towelling fabric she had ever seen. It was soft, had a much longer loop length and the highest gsm (grams per square meter) of any fabric she had ever seen. She was so impressed that she had three dozen made by a seamstress while she was staying at the hotel. Teddy walked with difficulty, especially if he had wet himself more than a few times, because his nappy appeared to be able to hold a gallon of his wee wees. Mary set up a production of these nappies as soon as she had seen them and taken the details. Needless to say, he was suc-king on a huge pink dummy and was wearing a bib from Umberto in Barcelona.
He thought he was wearing a pink t-shirt (but in reality, it was a short plain dress) that just came to the waist band of his transparent plastic pants that ballooned out over his huge nappy. He had been changed at 8 o’clock that morning and it was now 11, so he had wet himself quite a few times, although these days he did not really take much notice any more and hardly recognised when he had wet himself. The babies had become playmates and Tom and Sarah were waving to him as he toddled across the lawn to sit on the blankets laid out.
Teddy tripped over a clump of grass and fell on to his nappied bottom and decided it would be easier to crawl the rest of the way to his baby friends. His big bottom wiggled from side to side as he made his way to the blankets. The women all laughed. He wet himself again and the weight of his nappy started to pull at his hip and the nappy was in danger of slipping down.
The large levels of healthy vitamin C made his urine quite a vivid yellow and seeing through the transparent plastic pants it was very clear to everybody that this nappy was extremely wet and in need of a change. Mrs Hamilton made her way to the rug carrying her substantial bright pink nappy bag emblazoned with the name “Teddy” in glitter, bling and other jewels.
She undid a section of the bag that provided a pink plastic changing mat. She pulled off the nappy and plastic pants in one piece and stuffed the whole assembly into a plastic carrier bag. Teddy was totally devoid of hair in his nappy region. His ‘little man’ was totally hidden by a small stainless-steel dome connected to a ring that surrounded his scrotum. This device allowed no growth at all and a plastic tube ran down from the front of the dome into his urethra. This nailed the device to him and also ensured that it was impossible for him to stop a urine flow, indeed if anything it had speeded his demise into being incontinent. Had the tube been any longer it would have acted as a catheter, but that was not what was wanted.
She folded a new nappy which seemed to be almost as large as the rug he was lying on. The thickness was so thick that she had to have extra large nappy pins to secure the cloth on him. She found these on eBay, they even had pink locking covers to stop the pins from accidentally coming open. She had tried kilt pins but these were not sharp enough and did not look the part.
In no time at all Teddy was sitting in his clean nappy and the three of the big babies played with their dollies and teddies, dummies bobbing in and out, dribble wetting their bibs and terry nappies getting wet in the warmth of the summer sun.
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antonia, Magda got her comeuppance. Now, she is the equivalent of a 6 month old. Tom and Sarah are happy babies and Teddy is coming for another treatment.
This was a fantastic chapter. Can't wait for the next chapter. 8)
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I am not sure there is another chapter! What do you want to hear? I might link it up to one of my first ever stories - give me a day or two! Thank you for the kind remark, comments and suggestions.
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Ide like to hear more about Magda being brainwashed to become a baby and she tries to resist the hypnosis.
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Magda is cooked already! There is no going back for that lady!
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antonia, maybe you can give us one more chapter about Teddy. We all know that he is coming in for another treatment. I'd like to know what happens to him. PLEASE. :P
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I would like to see Tom try and escape and fight against the brainwashing more it will give it more tension.
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Please write more Antonia.
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Chapter 27
In an earlier story called the New Job there was a company called Baby Dreams where Anne the Managing Director and her cohorts Mary and Jane had ensnared Charles to become part of their organisation. Baby Dreams sold baby wear and Charles was the driver delivering their goods around the country. As part of his livery, he was required to wear baby clothes, not only to advertise the business, but also to avoid intimidating the women to whom he might make a home delivery.
The company made everything from bibs to nappies and also carried a line of hardware like, potties, dummies and sippy cups in all sizes.
Charlie had slowly been turned into Charlotte and through subliminal suggestions and carefully controlled diet of diuretics and laxatives had been turned into an incontinent little girl. It was in those early days that Susan had developed her brain washing techniques, reducing Charlotte to a baby with a lisp and very limited vocabulary. Today Charlotte was still modelling baby clothes that were made in all sizes from baby to adult.
Business was booming and Anne was in need of another model. Charlotte was a wonderful model, but had been so damaged with the earliest forms of the brainwashing technique that she was unable to understand instructions for the required poses to the photographer. Anne knew all about Tom because she and Susan had stayed in touch.
Baby Dreams had grown and grown over the years and had its own plastic factory and a huge textile business making its own luxurious nappies and baby clothes. The workforce was now measured in the hundreds and composed of unwanted males and females who had been sold or donated into baby slavery. However, Tommy was quite unique because he still had all his mental faculties and was now an accepting incontinent who lived a babyish life. It was the hidden triggers that kept him compliant and bent his take on reality.
Susan was happy to help out her old client, although part of her felt sad to let Tommy go for the few weeks that had been requested. She offered to work with a new recruit, but Anne was intent on seeing Tommy for herself.
Sarah was incandescent that her baby Tommy was going to be taken from her and that she was not invited to go with him. Terrible twos went no way to describing the tantrum that she threw. It was decided that she should be given some sedation through her medication dummy.
So it was, that Tommy was back in the therapy chair having his fear of the outside world removed, indeed so deeply ingrained within him was the irrational fear that it took many hours and experimental excursions to the outside gate before he eventually realised that he would be safe to go outside.
Tommy was dressed in double nappies by Susan who was particularly kind and sensitive. Even she had not realised how attached she had become to her sissy babified husband. She smiled sweetly at him as she worked the pink plastic pants over his gleaming white fluffy nappies that had been supplied by Baby Dreams. She gave a playful rub to the front of his infantile panties and there was not so much as a twitch in response to her stimulation from his baby-sized winkie. He raised his bottom instinctively as she worked the pink woolly stretchy tights over his bulky protection, pulling the ribbed waistband high up his tummy and almost level to his armpits. Finally, a pair of pure pink rhumba pants with not four but six deep layers of lacy frilly lace across the bottom. Lace around the elasticated leg holes and the waistband made these the most luxurious of his nappy covers (at almost £50 a pair they should have looked spectacular thought Susan).
As a special treat Susan had asked her seamstress friend to recreate a beautiful baby dress that she had found in her Mother’s collection of patterns – this one being from Simplicity. The pink cotton dress had beautiful puffy sleeves that just covered the shoulder. The dress billowed out from the arms, with the central bodice being beautifully smocked and gathered with pink and white embroidery thread. A wispy lacy apron was incorporated into the design. The beautiful creation just falling low enough to cover the waistband of her rhumba panties. Susan was almost in tears because her creation was so perfect.
She reached into the pocket of her apron and brought out a plastic package which she opened before Tommy with relish “and for Mummy’s perfect baby girl” she announced “a brand-new dummy!”. Tommy opened his mouth, almost too eagerly she thought, as she let the pink binkie get suc-ked and almost immediately began to bob in and out with enthusiastic suc-king. “This is a brand-new model” she told him “and it has a perfectly scaled face guard. It is just like a real baby’s dummy only bigger for the bigger baby” she laughed.
Tommy tried to say thank you but the dummy was so perfect in every way that it completely garbled his words so restrictive was the new pacifier. Susan clapped her hands in delight then reached down to pick up a new pink bib she had ordered from Creacions Umbert in Barcelona (https://www.barnacentre.com/en/shop/creacions-umbert) [Author: yes it really exists and sells adult sized bibs] and had “Baby Tommy” embroidered across the centre. In a way it was a shame that the bib was so big that it covered up most of his dress!
Next, she put on his matinee jacket – in reality a woollen bed jacket to which had been added big silver buttons
Finally, she put a woollen bonnet on his head that she had found on Ebay made in baby soft wool and embellished with bows and ribbons. A little tear escaped the corner of her eye as she fastened it gently beneath his chin.
In the final touch, she put on his pink woollen booties with the satin ribbon ties and then stepped back to look at her emasculated husband – were it not for his size he was the perfect picture of a drooling toddler all dressed up and ready to go out.
In no time at all he was buckled into his reins with the bells across the breast plated which had a picture of a little rabbit wearing a nappy and he was waddling bow-legged through the nursery and into the kitchen to make his goodbyes. The sound of his jingling bells announced his arrival. He had hardly been in his clean nappy for five minutes when he felt the familiar warmth spreading down the front of him and into the seat of pants.
These days it was not a problem. He always seemed to be wet these days and had grown perfectly used to being in a wet nappy to the extent it barely registered. Disturbingly, he was hardly bothered when he had a dirty nappy either and was quite content to sit in his mess.
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Wonderful it is certainly great to see more and good luck Tommy.
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antonia, Great to see another chapter in the saga of Tommy and Sarah. Can't wait for another one. :P
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Chapter 28
They arrived at the large mansion that was not only the headquarters of Baby Dreams but also the home of Anne and her big baby Charlotte. She came to greet them with Charlotte firmly strapped into her leading reins and her delightful pale-yellow baby dress barely covering a transparent pair of baby pants covering her fluffy white nappies held together with two pink tipped pins clearly visible. A large yellow dummy filled her mouth and a matching yellow bib with a bright yellow appliqued duck protected her pretty dress from her dribbles.
The two women hugged each other as the two babies just looked on with dummies bobbing in and out with a nervous rapidity. Charlotte’s nappy was turning yellow with a torrent of nervous pee that had flooded out of her. Tommy, who up until a day ago had been completely housebound, was suddenly overcome with a deep seated feeling of apprehension that made its effect apparent by coming out in the back of his nappy.
“Anne! How are you?” asked Susan pleased to see her earliest client and newly formed friend.
“Susan! You are looking great!” replied Anne “How lovely of you to help me out like this. I must thank you for all the extra business you are sending me. Teddy’s mother put in a really good order and I have a feeling that if he does not shape up, that he may be coming to stay with me for quite a long time” she laughed. “Oh, look at that! Isn’t it typical, you have just changed them into a lovely clean nappy and they just have to christen it straight away!” she said patting the soggy bottom of Charlotte. “And I think Timmy has a very dirty nappy judging by his red face” she informed Susan.
“Tommy!” exclaimed Susan “what a good boy! Two dirty nappies in one morning”. She praised him as part of his on-going conditioning to confirm that it was perfectly normal for him to be going in his nappies like a little baby. Tommy did nothing but stare at Charlotte and wonder who was in the worse position. Was it better to know that you were in a strange situation or not?
The women moved inside. The house was magnificent with a huge double winding staircase that spiralled up to the second floor, with the centrepiece of a huge chandelier glittering with crystal and a thousand lights catching the eye.
“I have two nurseries now” explained Anne “I got fed up with dragging up and down to change nappies and new outfits, so I now have his nappies, bibs, plastic pants and all his other needs on both floors. It has saved me so much time. I know I have a nanny but I wanted her to learn more about the business and she helps me out in the creche and in the newbie dormitory”,
“What’s that?” asked Susan
“I have started to get the hopeless cases, where mothers get fed up or cannot cope with having a new baby, or wives who have turned their husbands into drooling infants get bored with the life of humiliation and want to move on. We have a legal section that now has the husbands give over the power of attorney, so the wives can get hold of the bank accounts and savings. We also have a psychiatric evaluation team that can have them sectioned. All roads seem to lead my way and I get a steady stream of teenage boys and young men who are perfectly workable and capable of creating a very useful revenue.”
She took a breath and continued “most get shipped off after a month of adjustment and reinforcement to our facility in Wales where we have that huge underground facility we set up a few years ago. They earn enough money to pay for their carers and nappying supplies. We feed them, change them and gradually institutionalise them so that they are happy to work eight hours a day making plastic bottles, dummies, teats, nappy pins, potties and even furniture. Our range of high chairs, cots and play pens is our largest growth area. Others go into the nappy sewing section once we have fully trained them, so that we can now produce flat nappies, fitted nappies, nappy pockets and booster pads. After work, we feed them, sedate them, put them in their cots and make sure that they have a dirty nappy in the morning (so time consuming when they are in a shift and so disruptive too if they need a change)”.
“However, it isn’t just about the basics! We have wives and mother who have far from tired of their new dependant babies and want nothing more than to dress them up and play with them like frustrated mothers and their ‘newborns’. We have gone back to the 40s and 50s when babies looked like babies and wore rompers and dresses. We have scoured the planet for old pictures and patterns of fashion from those times and now recreate those baby clothes in all sizes. I hate these mothers who try and make their babies look grown up with their denim jeans and designer shirts with slimline disposables that hardly show. We go for designs that accentuate the nappied toddler with great fat puffy bottoms wearing thick terry nappies, plastic pants trimmed in lace and lovely frilly pantaloons and knickers!”
“We need Tommy to be our photographic model and doesn’t he look angelic?” enthused Anne; giving Tommy a kiss on the lips and them hugging him close to her, squeezing and pulling his bottom in to her. Charlotte looked jealous. Susan looked apprehensive. “I am going to spoil Tommy to pieces” she announced stroking his cheek and then suddenly diving in for a lingering kiss that was almost inappropriate for a baby.
“Anne?” warned Susan “that might be a bit confusing for Tommy” she explained.
“He’ll be fine” retorted Anne starting to change not Charlotte but Tommy and perhaps spending a little too long cleaning his little boy bits (that remained unresponsive).
“I’ll do that” said Susan
“No bother, I’ve started now, you do Charlotte.” In no time the two babies were sweet and fresh in clean dazzling white fluffy nappies. “Tell you what! Why don’t you have Charlotte while I have Tommy?”
“I don’t want Charlotte” said Susan. Charlotte’s face started to crease up and her bottom lip began to quiver. All of a sudden Susan felt that something sinister was going on – was Anne trying to kidnap her Tommy?
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I Am really fascinated by Tommys past and how he's made into a baby from his upbringing by his mother. could you please write about childhood and the cruelty of from her. Maybe he's given hypnosis therapy to face his demon by reliving it.
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Chapter 29
It was after a long afternoon with Tommy and Charlotte modelling dresses in front of the photographer that Susan agreed to leave Tommy with Anne for a few days in order to finish an extensive modelling assignment. She did not know why, but she felt extremely apprehensive as she got into her car and started the engine for the journey home.
Ten minutes after Susan had made her leave, Charlotte was in the capable hands of her nanny and Tommy was lying on soft comfy mattress in his cot as Anne softly stroked his hair and gently took him down into a deep hypnotic state. He was easy meat and took no time at all regressed back to his childhood, where he was describing his worst event of his childhood.
“Where are you now Tommy?” she asked
“I am in my bedroom” he replied
“Why are you in your bedroom Tommy?”
“Because my Mummy and Daddy are arguing and shouting” he said beginning to tear up.
“How old are you Tommy?” she continued with her questioning
“It’s my birthday and I am thirteen” he sobbed
“So why are you crying?” she asked
“Because my school report came this morning and it was not very good”
“It can’t have been that bad was it?” encouraged Anne
“My teacher, Mr Burns said I was lazy and needed to stand up for myself. I am no good at sports and my PE master said I needed to put on some muscle and stop being a wimp. He suggested that they sign me up for boxing lessons”.
“so why were your parent arguing?”
“because my Dad called me a sissy who was wasting all the money that he was paying on the school fees. He said all the other parent he had met had sons who were in the school teams for cricket and rugby but all I could do was be in the consolation race on sports day.”
“well, not everybody is the same, are they?” Anne asked
“Daddy said I was a little pansy who moped around when he came home and wasted his time and his money. He said he was being made redundant and could not afford for me to stay at the school anymore. Mummy asked why he was being ‘let go’ and he said the boss’s son had left university and was coming into the business. Mummy called him useless and asked how she could explain to their friends that her son was going to a state school. Then the door banged, Daddy’s car made a screech and he left.”
“I see” said Anne
“The next thing was that Mummy went out in her car and I was left alone. She came back a long time later and it was dark. I stayed in my bedroom because I didn’t know what to do. The next thing that happened was that Mummy came into my room and told me to take a bath and when I was finished that I should shout out to let her know. I did as I was told and when I went back in to my room she was waiting for me.”
“Well that’s is nothing to cry about is it?”
“She pulled off the towel and made me lie on my bed on top of a big plastic mat thing. She opened up a large plastic bundle full of towels, then she shook one and folded it in a special way. Next, she grabbed my ankles and made me lift up as she slipped it under my bottom. She said that big babies have to wear nappies and it was all my fault that Daddy had left because I was nothing more than a big sissy. She then opened another plastic bag, removed one of the contents which was a big pair of baby pants that she pulled over the nappy and told me that from now on I was going to be dressed as a baby. In future I would not use the toilet any more but go in my nappy. I started crying and she stuffed a big pink dummy in my mouth and told me that it must never be taken out unless Mummy said so. Then she put me in a big onesie that looked like a bunny rabbit and zipped it up.”
“I was crying lots and lots and she strapped me into my old leather baby reins with the little bells on. I was crying badly and she told me to shut up. Suddenly she got very very cross and dragged me downstairs pulling on my reins. I nearly fell over because the bunny suit had slippery feet. We got downstairs and she opened up the cupboard where she kept the vacuum cleaner. She pulled that out of the cupboard, pushed me in and shut the door. It was dark and nasty under there. The space was full of cleaning things, dusters, old towels and miscellaneous tools. It smelt funny and I knew it had spiders and cobwebs in there as well.”
“What happened next?” asked Anne
“I got frightened and shouted for my Mummy but she never came. I tried to open the door but she had bolted it from the outside. Mummy shouted out ‘bye bye baby’ and I heard the front door slam. I was so scared that I wet myself, it was horrible. I tried really hard to break open the door but there was no room to stand up. I knocked against the shelf and lots of cans and bottles fell on the floor, there was a lot of mess. I screamed to be let out but there was nobody to hear me.”
“How long do you think you were in there?” asked Anne concerned
“I don’t know” replied Tommy who was as white as a sheet “I wet my nappy at least three times and did a poo which was horrible, but I couldn’t help it.” He started sobbing deeply
“I couldn’t help it; I was locked in the cupboard and couldn’t get out. I tried not to go in my nappy but I was really stuck. Then there was a lot of banging on the door and the door bell was ringing but I could not shout anymore because I had screamed so much that I had lost my voice. I banged on the cupboard door with a tin, but nobody seemed to hear it. Later on, the telephone rang, but it rang and rang for ages before they gave up. I fell asleep then, there was an old blanket that I found at the back, it was covered in spider’s webs.”
“Poor baby” consoled Anne “then what happened?”
“I don’t know how long I had been there but my nappy was leaking and I had wet it again and again. I was starting to feel very sore and beginning to feel the need to go again. I think I had been in there for at least a day, maybe nearly two. Mummy eventually came back, but I don’t know where she had been. She opened the door and I could not see for quite a while because the light was so bright. The smell was horrible and just as she was leaning in to pull me out by my reins I felt another poo come out.”
“I was covered in black filth and dust, my hair was matted and full of cobwebs, one of the tins that had fallen was half full when the lid had popped and my new bunny suit was covered in terracotta coloured tile paint. My sodden nappy had leaked and the situation was not helped by me being caught in the middle of a new poo coming out. My Mummy looked so cross and wrapped me in the filthy old towel that I had made my bed. She smacked me and smacked me, until I was sore all over. I was finally bathed and cleaned and put into not one but three new nappies and another pair of plastic pants. It was so thick that I could hardly bring my legs together. She had found a babyish looking pink smock type dress in my size with puffy sleeves that just came down to the middle of my baby pants. She tied a large white bib round my neck, pushed in my dummy and put back on the baby reins that she fixed to the headboard of my bed.”
Anne listened.
“Mummy went downstairs and I heard a lot of banging under the stairs. After about an hour she came back and told me that I was going back under the stairs until I learnt how to be a big boy and not a sissy little baby. I screamed and screamed, I begged her not to put me back but she dragged me down the stairs to the cupboard where she had fitted a large ring to fix my reins on. On the floor was a bowl full of mush, two baby bottles full of water and a little torch sat on a plastic backed picnic rug. She threw me in and shut the door. The bolt slammed home as she explained that I was going to be living here for a very long time. I took out my bib and ate my porridge with my fingers, I could just about sit up but it was difficult to eat and a lot of it went over my mouth and down my bib. I picked up the bottle and suc-ked on the nipple to quench my thirst. I don’t know why but I put my dummy back in and curled up on the rug. I realised that I only had a limited amount of time in the light and despite being really scared, I had to turn out the torch and return to the pitch darkness. I was so frightened.”
Anne listened without interrupting
“The doorbell rang and I wanted to shout out, but before I could do anything I heard my Mummy shout to me to shut up or else. There were two voices on the doorstep, but I could hardly hear anything, people came in, my Mummy was crying and very upset, there was movement, somebody went upstairs and then I heard the front door shut with a bang. I tried to get to my prison door but was hampered by my reins. I shouted out, but the silence was dreadful. I was alone again. I tried to undo my reins but Mummy had used a padlock to fix me to the eyebolt in the wood. I struggled in the dark and felt my bottle and dish crash together. I tried to find my torch but it was out of reach. I was terrified. I wet my nappy and was grateful she had triple nappied me. I was so scared, so alone, so frightened, I don’t remember anything else. I curled up into a little ball and suc-k on my dummy. I am a very good boy Mummy, I am such a big boy now. Look at me Mummy, I am nice and clean and I have done all my wee wee in my nappy just like you told me. I like my dummy Mummy and I like my baba too. Me going poo poo.” Tommy slumped in the chair and passed out.
Anne carefully brought him back out of shock and planted some new instructions. Tommy was going to be a very good boy for her and her little cupboard under the stairs was going to make sure of it. Tommy was not going back to Susan because she had plans, lots of lovely plans.”
[Author comment: Please note that this is FICTION, it is not real life, if you don't like it don't read it. If you do, then there is more to come when I have the time. Your comments are welcome, I am interested in what you like and what you don't like, but it is impossible to write and cater for everybody and all their likes - we are a very diverse group!]
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This is amazing work so engaging it looks like Anne is bringing mommy back to Tommy. Could you make it the cupboard has been fitted with mean surprises like she can change the temperature in there to a to a sweltering heat and with audio speakers that is ear splitting playing nursery rhymes including more hypnosis Tommy thinks annes his mommy and is still her prisoner. thank you lots of love.
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Oh please Antonia continue your story i am on the edge of my seat i must know what's gonna happen to Tommy.
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poor tommy
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Hi Antonia it has been so long since you updated this story are you planning on continuing it because i am so gripped after all these months. Please go on.
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Chapter 30
Tommy slept badly in his cot as the recently trawled up memories played themselves back in his subconscious. He was undoubtedly a chronic bedwetter now, and would normally wet his nappy at least twice during the night without waking up or even stirring from his sleep. The use of a double nappy and a booster pad in addition was a standard procedure and he slept with his legs bowed wide apart by the thickness of the terry towelling. Initially his heavy protection had been uncomfortable but now he was used to it and would fall asleep suc-king on his dummy in a matter of minutes, either sleeping on his back or on his front.
It was morning when he awoke and the sun was streaming in through the window of his guest room nursery. The sun shone on the large pile of terry nappies stacked by the changing table at the side of his cot. The cot was a little bigger than the one he had at home and was a creamy white with huge transfers of bunny rabbits wearing nappies on each of the ends. A mobile of different coloured fluffy bunnies hung over his head and another large white bunny was next to him in the cot for him to cuddle.
As his brain began to wake up, he looked up at the mobile, looked at the foot of his cot, looked at the secure clasps keeping up the side bars, then at the frilly dresses hanging on the wardrobe door. His dummy, which had been bobbing back and forth in his mouth all night, had caused him to dribble throughout the night and his white terry dribble bib with the appliqued pink bunny and pink gingham edging was quite wet.
As he struggled to sit up, he realised (with shock) that he had more than just a wet nappy. For the first time since he had been a baby, he had soiled his nappy in his sleep and he could feel a large lump lodged between his legs. He felt himself tearing up. It was bad enough to be incontinent and to be a chronic bed wetter, but this was a severe regression in his life that had not even awoken him from his slumbers. He managed to get to his knees and clung to his cot rails as the infantile soiling sagged into the seat of his nappy. He started crying.
Anne heard the sobs on the baby monitor and went into the nursery. Tommy was kneeling in his cot; his pink sleep suit was clearly supporting fully used nappies that sagged between his bowed legs. His pink dummy was being suc-ked relentlessly and his tears and dribbles pouring down his face onto his much-needed bib.
“What have we here?” she asked kindly
“I did a poo in my nappy” sobbed Tom
“Well, that is why you wear nappies. It’s alright baby you know you need to wear nappies, so why are you so upset?” she asked.
“I went poo poo in my sleep” he wailed “I never poo my nappy in my sleep” he told her.
“Didn’t it wake you up darling?” she asked
“No, I woke up in a dirty nappy” he said lisping round his dummy and spluttering more dribble onto his bib. “I went poo in my sleep like a baby”.
“Well, that’s a very good boy isn’t it?” she praised him “it is wonderful that you can soil your nappy and not spoil your sleep. You are such a good baby and it’s a good thing I used a nappy liner last night isn’t it?”
“But I don’t want to be a baby” Tom said “it’s bad enough needing to be in nappies all the time, but I don’t want to lose all control”.
“Babies wear nappies and use them when they need to. You wear nappies, your brain knows you wear nappies, and I am afraid that you will have less and less control the longer you are still in nappies. Sooner or later, you were going to have a dirty night time nappy and there was no reason why you should wake up. It will not be too long before you will mess yourself during the day and not realise it until you feel the poo dropping into your nappy.”
“Can you potty train me Auntie Anne?” he asked “I would love to be out of nappies and not need them”
“No, I can’t” replied Anne brusquely, “I want you totally nappy dependent, more babyish than you were when you came here. I want you completely out of control using your nappies and just like a little baby, not knowing when you need to go; wetting and soiling at all times of the day and night without a second thought. I also think that you are having erections in your soft fluffy nappies and babies should only use their winkies for wetting not for anything else.”
Tom looked a little guilty, he had not worn his chastity device for ages and some of the old urges had come back to him in recent weeks.
She helped him out of his cot and onto the changing table, the clean up process was thorough and after a bath in baby bubbles he found himself back on the mat ready for a clean set of nappies. He lay back looking at the ceiling with his arms up behind him (“the position”) his dummy firmly replaced as he stared at the ceiling which had a complex picture of fairies and goblins in a mystical world with dragons and furry animals running around.
A sharp pain in his pen-is and scrotum brought him out of his reverie and he raised his head to see Anne repeatedly injecting him around his genital area and into his scrotum. He struggled to move but the straps holding him were effective and a numbness spread throughout his pen-is and he could no longer feel any control of his bladder, in fact he could not feel anything. The feeling of iciness slowly spread between his legs deep into his bottom until he was unable to feel that area either.
“There! Now you will be a proper baby with no feelings at all. It is a curare/botulinum derivative that has completely deadened the senses in your nappy area and taken away any control that you might have developed.” She placed the muslin liner on top of the stack of nappies and he lifted his bottom to allow them to be placed beneath him. As she pulled the fluffy soft nappies between his legs, he felt a warmness flow across the front of him as his bladder emptied helplessly. “I might have known” she laughed as she held the nappy against his flaccid pen-is while he emptied his bladder. She rubbed the soft cloth against him as the fibres absorbed his wetting but nothing stirred. Tom felt the pressure, sensed the warmness but that was as far as it went.
The bundle of terry cloth was replaced and Tom was soon having the nursery print plastic pants pulled over his snowy white nappies. The warmth and softness of his protection he could feel, but any stimulation was completely missing.
“That’s a good boy! Now we have work to do”. She carefully worked a pair of woollen tights up over his nappies and then took a pale pink dress covered in lace and little embroidered hearts and pulled it over his head. She tied a terry bib round his neck that was trimmed in pale pink trim that matched his dress. She put pink woolly mitts on his hands and bootees on his feet that were fastened with pink sating ribbon. Finally, she fitted a soft pink bonnet that encased his head with soft pink baby wool trimmed in faux fur and pink ribbon.
She sat him up and he looked aghast at the six-month-old baby girl staring back at him, a big baby wearing thick babyish tights clearly struggling to enclose a thick nappy that made him sit bow-legged as he suc-ked his dummy. His baby dress barely covering the top of his tights and the plastic pants that peeped out from the waist band.
He stood up with Anne’s help and she fitted a set of pink leather walking reins over his dress. The plate at his chest was decorated with bunnies and tinkling bells that rattled with his every movement.
“Let’s go” she prompted tugging on the straps. Tom slid to the floor and heard the little bells tinkling in delight. He had to stand with his legs akimbo, very much bow-legged by the thickness of his nappies. He took a first step then another and waddled like a little baby just learning to take its first steps, so restrictive were his nappies.
They eventually made it to Anne’s studio, where Charlotte was sitting in her playpen playing with her rattle and building blocks. Anne barely paid her any attention and Charlotte realised that her rival was getting all of the attention.
There followed a long session with Anne taking photographs of her new creation being worn by her new model. “I am going to keep you forever” she told Tom “you are going to stay with me always” she told him.
“I want to go home to my Mummy” said Tom who was tired after spending nearly two hours in front of the camera. “I want my Mummy” he started crying as his bladder released, with him barely noticing, into his nappy. The first he knew of his wetting was a pleasant warmness that he let pass with little notice.
“Now don’t be naughty you are saying with me and Charlotte is going to stay with your Mummy!” she snarled. Tom was scared.
“No, I want to go home Auntie Anne” he pleaded. Anne relaced the reins that she had removed for the photoshoot and dragged him towards the hall where he had first arrived. The big staircase that divided into two and went left and right to the upper floor had corridors on either side. She dragged Tom to the right and opened a door that led under the staircase. Inside there was a dim light and a large dog basket with a baby blanket. On the floor were tow baby bottles full of milk. A big hook hung from the ceiling with a locking carabiner. She pushed Tom into the small space and clipped his reins to the hook. Tom was petrified and fell into the dog basket, as Anne covered him in the baby blanket.
Tom screamed to be let out as Anne wagged her finger at him.
“You will behave” she told Tom “if you don’t shut up, I will turn out the light and let loose the spiders I have in this jar”. She held up the Kilner jar full of huge corn spiders for him to see. Tom screamed and became almost catatonic. Anne removed the container and slowly closed the door. She showed mercy and left the light on. Tom soiled his nappy and was completely unaware of his babyish act. He never noticed it when a minute later when he wet his nappy for the second time.
It was an hour later when Anne returned. Tom was one very quiet mewling baby when she returned.
“Mama” he said weakly as she unhooked his reins and stumbled out of his prison.
“That’s a good baby” she said kindly giving him a big hug “do you need a clean nappy?” she asked.
Tom looked vacant as he could not remember whether he had been in his nappy. It felt nice and warm and comfy so he shook his head. Anne looked down the back of his pants and put a finger in the front. “Baby! You are not only soaking wet but you have a dirty nappy as well”
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So glad to see you back such a continuation deserves to be read. Anne is so devious i love her.
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Are you going to continue the story soon?
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Chapter 31
Tom was broken in spirit. Anne had reduced him from a confident a baby into a nervous compliant wimp. Another two sessions under the stairs had finished him off and he modelled all the fashion items with a downcast, misery that dominant mothers seemed to love. Always in a wet or dirty nappy during the photoshoot would show what a wonderful way this was to dominate your partner and make them totally dependent with no hope of an escape.
“Today you are going to see the dentist” announced Anne
Tom shook his head as he suc-ked on his bottle, not knowing that his compliance was already guaranteed by the sedatives he was swallowing. He was lolling in his high chair when the dentist arrived, firmly secured by the leather straps designed to stop him falling out. He was suc-king on the teat of his empty bottle that dangled from his lips.
Dr Malcom was a Harley Street orthodontal specialist and not adverse to making a little extra from ‘special’ work like this. Anne removed his bottle as the dental surgeon laid out his tools.
“Open wide” he commanded as he took a mass of dental impression clay and fitted it in Tom’s mouth. “This will set in no time” he explained as Tom tried to fight off the urge to gag and pull himself out of his drug induced stupor. After ten minutes the mould was removed and the doctor gave him an injection that completely knocked him out.
How much time passed by was not known by Tom (it was two days actually) but he groaned as he started to come round. His mouth was dry as he suc-ked on his dummy. Something was seriously wrong was his first drugged thought, he could not feel his teeth. He tried to sit up, but a nurse gave him another injection.
The next time he started to come round he could not move his jaw, he was suc-king his dummy but his mouth felt like it had a box in it, with his tongue free to move but no movement was possible at all. He tried to talk but all he could manage was like blowing through a huge straw.
“You sound like a little owl sweetheart” said Anne “what a hoot!” she giggled.
“Hooo” said Tom “Mooo” he said. Anne was hysterical with laughter as she injected Tom once again.
“I am now going to make you into a little dolly” she announced. A team of technicians moved round Tom’s bed “First we are going to put your winky in a plastic tube” she told him as hands were manipulating what looked like a funnel over his parts. The air smelt of acrylic glue and resin, and in no time at all he had a spout protruding from his groin. “Now we are going to put a big tube in your bottom” she said as they turned him and fitted another plastic spout. His dummy fell out as they manipulated him
Tom felt very dopey but as they pulled him to his feet he caught sight of himself in the nursery mirror. His mouth had an elliptical hole with a short protruding tube, where his dummy had been plugged in; and now, he had two spouts back and front that stuck out from his body.
He was dressed in a onesie that had a hood. A pair of swimming goggles were fitted over his eyes and then a mask fitted over his face that went round his mouth tube. As he started to panic the gave him another injection.
The technicians started to cover the whole of the onesie with fibre glass resin. Special joints had been fitted where his arms and legs joined his body, so that his limbs had rudimentary movement. They fitted him into a special stand that supported his weight as they applied the resin all over him.
Tom came round when the resin had fully set. He was suc-king on his dummy and realised that he was completely encased. He could just about see out through his goggles that had been painted to look like dolly eyes and he could see through the hole left for the iris. He was held in a stand and he could see that there was a hole in the front with about half an inch of tube protruding that was linked to a plastic tube than ran off into a bucket on the floor. His arms and legs were curved like those of a baby doll and had moulded hands and feet. He managed to move his right arm up in front of his face. It was useless, and he moved his left arm up and the two hands almost met in the middle. He could not move his head at all.
“Hooo” he cried “Hooo”
Anne rushed in with a bottle “It’s alright darling, we are almost finished. We need to sand you off and give you a nice coat of paint and you will be finished.” She pulled out his dummy and plugged in the feeding bottle. A stream of urine splashed into the bucket and a plop fell out the back into another.
By the end of the day, he was beautifully shiny and painted all over in a flesh-coloured paint. His lips were a vivid red. They had dressed him in a nappy which he could not feel. The stand was motorised and they took him into the photographic studio where they slowly lowered him to the floor and bent his legs into a classic seated dolly position.
“There! Our first Betsy Wetsy dolly. Well done team. They fussed around Tom fitting him with a camisole, pink gingham baby dress and frilly pink nappy cover. Tom suc-ked on his dummy totally helpless, unable to talk, unable to move. Ann filmed her on-line blog describing her new product. She patted the top of his head that had been painted with hair as she explained that it could be provided with a set of wigs that could be changed at will and would be secured with Velcro. She stood behind him and announced that the dolly could also talk and had some preset messages. She pressed a button somewhere on his back and out of his mouth came the sound “Mama”.
The studio went wild. Anne pressed the button again “Me go wee wee in my nappy” said a squeaky little voice. Once again she pressed the button “Goo goo!” went the tinny voice.
Tom in total despair went “gooo!” through his feeding nozzle. “Oh darling!” exclaimed Anne “you can make that sound all by yourself!”. The front of the nappy became wet, the back of the nappy filled up, the dummy bobbed in and out. The new dolly worked perfectly
THE END
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Truly a dark ending to an excellent story well done for completing it. It was worth the wait poor Tom i blame his mother.
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You certainly have some imagination, antonia! That was perhaps the most disturbing ending to a story I've ever read. I can't imagine how poor Tom will ever be able to escape.....
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Agree, the ending is horrific. He could theoretically escape but can't according to the scenario, he's effectively buried alive but in plain sight. Preposterous though. What would happen if he becomes ill, needs to vomit, has basic diarrhea, has a fever, etc. Imagine confined in what is effectively a full body cast with the flu, he'd be gone in a day. No one goes a lifetime without being ill.
Also, the ending seems a little out of context with the story before he is sent to live with the sociopath Anne. His "mummy" seemed to be softening on his punishment. Nevertheless, it is fiction and thanks for writing.
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Chapter 32
Tom woke up screaming the next morning. He heard the reassuring voice of Susan.
"What on earth is the matter darling?" she said trying to calm the writhing Tom
"I don't want to be a Betsy Wetsy dolly" he sobbed and as his eyes opened he realised that he was safe at home in his own little pink cot with the pink bunny bumpers and little plastic beads strung across his cot to play with as he lay on his back. He relished the warmth of his wet nappy and the smell of his mummy.
"Did you have a bad dream baby?" she asked with concern
Tom relived the horror of his dream catching the last threads as it dissolved from his memory and felt his nappy rewarming as he slowly soiled his nappy as Susan held him close patting his bottom softly to comfort him.
"It's all over now darling - just a nasty wasty dweam" she cooed.
[Author note: as if I would let it end like that - you softies!]
This story will continue but not for a while as I have other work on at the moment.
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Man you pulled out of a twisted bold conclusion. Pity but on the bright side we get more chapters if hes waking up could this before his mother got zapped out of it because i would love to read more about of her and Tommy's relationship.
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Love it (chortle)! So it was, "Who shot J.R.?". Excellent!!!!
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So much fun to be a tease! The story will continue and I am happy to revisit things that need greater depth. Keep safe one and all.
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Will you update soon?
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Please continue your story its too good.
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It took me a while to find this story. I am not sure there is very much more to do with this story apart from seeing a few scenarios from Tommy’s point of view, allowing him to describe life from his perspective.
Let me think on it
Antonia
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Thank you you could do a prequel to this story with Tommy and Mommy just saying.
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It Never Rains but it Pours will continue as Tommy's Story - coming in a few days
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Thank you
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This is another great success. I can’t wait to read more. I really appreciate the time and talent you devote to your stories.