Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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The Babification Programme
It was a hot day and Julia was more than fed up. It was one of those days when nothing was going right. Her estranged husband was making impossible demands on her finances in order to reach a settlement on the divorce. Her son Archie was being a wretched, selfish, boorish pain in the backside and trying to set her and her husband against each other in order to promote his own selfish gains. He wanted a new iPhone, a new iPad, a laptop, new designer trainers at £350 and anything else he could dream up.
Julia was not poor, indeed she was immensely wealthy, an heiress to a business that ran itself because she had highly motivated, highly paid people running it on her behalf. She did not interfere, she made sure the top heads of departments had a share in their business and they put everything into the work that they did.
Her assets were numerous and her property holdings were all over the world, most of which were totally off the radar as far as her husband was concerned. She had legitimate off-shore holdings that kept these treasure hidden from prying eyes.
One property in particular was a castle complete with its own dungeons that extended deep into the hill on which the foundations of the building were founded. The cost of renovation had run into the millions with all the below ground rooms being tanked and insulated from their outer surroundings. These were not the dank, dripping wet, mouldy deep spaces of medieval times, but light carefully lit, fully heated and air-purified luxury.
This was the building (in addition to others) where she had her unique and specialist covert business. The team working in the castle consisted of over one hundred employees, most of whom lived in the castle and were specialists in their fields. The guests who stayed in the castle paid £600 per day, more if they had a window or above ground accommodation. There were fifty full time guests, many of whom who had been staying there since the operation was started three years ago.
Covid had stopped the influx of new clients but now business was coming back to normal. Ten new occupants had joined within the last few months and another four were being delivered net week. They were reaching full occupancy because the recruitment of staff had been halted by the pandemic. However, the new ‘tunnel wing’ of old smuggling tunnels and storage vaults had recently been completed and would be opened in a month or so depending on how quickly they could recruit the necessary staff.
Archie came into the lounge and Julia closed up her laptop showing the projection for her business enterprise. He did not bother to say hello or indulge in rudimentary politeness but demanded an increase in his allowance.
“How much do you want?” she asked without any sign of irritation
“£300 a week” he said without flinching
It was a ludicrous amount of money but Julia was happy to accept his proposal.
“£400 a week” she said “but I want you to chaperone a friend of mine who has just joined me to look after my
new enterprise. It will only take an hour or so, you will go in the Rolls, take her inside to meet Mrs Kershaw, then you can come straight back in the Rolls or go wherever you like on the way home. Her name is Jenny, she is nineteen, a trainee nurse and no I am not setting you up with a date! Is that a deal?”
Archie looked amazed, it was an amazing offer. “OK” he said without emotion or with much sense of gratitude.
As if on cue there was a knock on the lounge door as their maid Gertie came in to announce a visitor. “A visitor Ma’am, a Miss Jennifer Allen”.
“Bring her in Gertie please” she said
A tall blond haired beauty came in and presented herself. Archie stared long and hard at her generous breasts that seemed to strain inside a blouse that seemed to be slightly on the small size. She gave him a withering stare as his eyes moved to the bottom of her short skirt in search of further hidden delights. Her brilliant blue eyes shone and sparkled as she took in the room and finally settled on Julia having quickly dismissed her son as a non-runner.
“Hello Jenny. Come in and sit down for a moment. Gerald is getting your cases put in the car and will drive you to the B&F Institute. I thought it would be nice for you to have some company and so my son Archie will be keeping you company. I am going to give him all the paperwork for you to sign, your badge, your keys and your uniform. The castle is also very complicated, so I thought it might be useful to give you a plan of the layout. I don’t want you getting lost on your first day!”
“You’re so kind Mrs. Roberts. I am only too delighted to be given charge of my own section. This is a dream come true for me. A newly qualified nurse landing a job as lovely as this is almost unheard of.”
“You are welcome dear. You received my letter detailing your first patient didn’t you?“
“Yes I did. I will make sure the patient is well looked after.”
Gertrude returned to the lounge to tell them that the car was ready and Gerald was bringing it round to the front door. Julia gave Archie a briefcase containing all the things he had to cover with Jenny plus a suit bag that contained her uniform.
Archie looked surprised at the speed of these developments and was about to say something when his mother put a wad of notes into his had. “Next week’s allowance dear” she said kindly.
There was hardly any time to make their farewells and Archie and Jenny were in the back of the Rolls on their way to the Institute. Archie opened the case and started to work his way through the paperwork, following a list of tasks written down on a list his mother had prepared. He tried accidentally touching her knee and work his hand up her thigh. It was doomed to failure and she politely took his hand and placed it firmly on his own knee without saying a word.
Gerald said they would be ten minutes and they should make sure all their things were sorted out and not to leave anything in the car. Jenny opened her handbag and applied some lipstick using a small vanity mirror. As she put it back in her bag she pulled out a hypodermic syringe, pulled the protective needle cover off with her teeth and jammed it into Archie’s leg.
He barely had time to look surprised as he slumped over and fell off the seat.
They arrived at the castle and two porters and a matronly woman met them at the colonnaded porch. She looked matronly because she was the matron! She wore a deep blue uniform and lace hat that befitted her status as head of the nursing staff. “Hi Jenny! Welcome back. I see you have picked up our latest client. The other three have all arrived and are being readied for bed.
Jenny went down in the lift, her bracelet supplying the security codes to descend the two levels into the old dungeons. She smiled to herself as she thought how simple a deception had been taken in by Archie - nineteen indeed! She was 24, a fully qualified nurse and a fully qualified nanny from Morelands finest training.
She pushed on a barely visible panel on the corridor and the wall opened into a new passageway that was invisible unless you knew where it was. She went into her new room which had a comfortable bed and fitted wardrobes. There was a dressing table with a mirror and useful lighting on one side of the room. On the other side of the room was a full size cot, a substantial counter beneath which were shelves and drawers full of plastic baby pants, nappy rash cream and toiletries including Johnson & Johnson baby powder. Next to the changing counter was a large stack of two dozen or more brand new terry nappies for a larger toddler. There was a sink in the corner with toothbrushes and dental care products. Teddies and other childish toys were in a crate under the cot. Across the cot was a line of pretty plastic bauble ready for baby to play with on an elastic string.
The cot was a delicate pink, the end boards were decorated with fairies and little bunny rabbits. A large pink leather baby harness was connected to two large d-rings that were on either side of the cot. A tough mesh hung along the back railings that could be used to seal the top of the cot completely if need be.
Inside the cot was a couple of baby blankets resting on top of a flannel sheet that was atop the plastic mattress. A small flat pillow was propped up against the headboard of the cot, it did not look very comfortable. A few colourful dummies were placed in the corner of the cot, and a large terry bib edged in pink binding was draped over the bottom of the cot.
A mobile was hanging over the top of the cot but strangely it was devoid of any of the usual things for baby to look at. It was a mobile of empty hooks.
There was a small table which had a baby bottle warmer and night light. Jenny looked round the room and decided that all was in perfect order. A nursing chair was draped with a beautiful hand knitted wool shawl or receiving blanket as it was sometimes called.
The two porters brought in her first patient - it was Archie and he was in a very bad way. The injection had weakened him to such an extent that he had lost control and wet himself. He could barely walk but there was a huge amount of space in the room and plenty of room to manipulate him into the cot. He looked dazed.
Jenny spoke to him. “Listen Archie, listen very carefully. Your Mummy is very worried about you and does not want you to grow up as a gangster or drug addict, but your profile shows that this will be the path you will follow unless something is done to break that trend. I expect you want to know where you are? This is a special facility that sorts out potential character defects, provided a first class education and teaches life skills. There are three other boys who have joined us today and will be on a similar programme to yours.”
“This castle is impenetrable and has a substantial dungeon area that has been completely renovated and is state of the art in terms of climate control and security. The tunnels and smuggler caves have also been renovated, so this is a massive facility with huge capacity. We hope you will make some close friends here. You will be in this room with me for about six months, after that you will hopefully move upstairs where you can complete your education.”
“This room connects with a huge hall, that has a dining table, desks and educational facilities. There are ten rooms that can open into this space and we are in one of them. This is the place where you will eat, learn and play. It also has comfy couches, television, computer games and even things like table football, billiards and table tennis. It is not a prison!” She allowed herself to laugh.
“The one thing it does not have is toilets” she explained
“What?” exclaimed Archie
“No toilets, we couldn’t connect to the drains what with the granite and the depth of the cellars relative to the sewers.”
“So how do we go to the toilet?” he asked
“We use potties. There are two dumb waiters in the hall; one for food deliveries and one for nappy buckets, potties and other transports”
“Nappies? (the expletives have been edited out)” he ranted “Why cannot we go upstairs?”
“It’s forbidden, only staff are allowed to leave this floor. There are some guests on this very secure floor who are crown princes, nobility and relatives of rich and powerful people. We have the cream of retired army personnel defending this floor as their sole priority.”
“Now I have explained the rules, it is time to get you ready for bed. I apologise for it being a bit babyish but the last occupant was a lot younger than you. You will sleep in this room with me. You will wear a nappy tonight because I don’t know whether I can trust you not to wet the bed. You have already had one accident today haven’t you?”
Archie looked down at his wet trousers and had to nod his agreement “You drugged me” he moaned “it wasn’t my fault.”
“Come on don’t be silly let’s get this over with. Take off you clothes and lay down on the changing pad for me, there’s a love. That’s good, now the trousers, and the pants silly. Put them in the black bag and I will get them laundered. This will tickle a bit but I have to wash your bits and make sure you are clean down there. I am also going to have to shave you to remove that fuzz because it is one of the rules. Now don’t spoil it, you have been so good for Nanny haven’t you? Yes, you can have a bath or shower tomorrow. I don’t know why they can get rid of bath water but not from the toilet, what am I a plumber? We pump the water to a recycler and it is cleaned up and released into an underground stream, so I am pretty sure that a lot of ground up poo is not going to be very environmentally friendly is it? Yes, I do use the toilet upstairs. Why? Because I am staff silly.”
Jenny unfurled a brand new freshly laundered fluffy nappy and folded it into a kite shape. She took a jar of cream from the shelf and rubbed a large dollop around his bottom and newly shaved little bits.
“I see Archie is enjoying Nanny getting him ready for bed isn’t he? It is a bit too small to go in Nanny so I will have to give it a quick rub in my hand. Would you like that? There, that didn’t take long did it. Hopefully it will grow a bit bigger as you get older because at the moment it is about the same size as my last visitor who was six years old. Come on don’t be sad. I will rub you off every time you are good about having on your nappy. Would you like that? Good boy.”
She slid the nappy under the freshly shaved bottom of Archie and pulled the flap of the towelling up between his legs and fastened one side with a giant nappy pin with a pink safety cover which she pushed into place. She removed the second pin from her lips and fastened the other side pulling the side of the nappy with a determined tug to ensure it was at the best tension. Archie looked bewildered, the injection was still in his system making him docile and compliant. He lifted first one leg and then the other as Jenny threaded first one foot and then the other through the holes in a pair of pink plastic baby pants.
“I’m sorry you don’t like pink but that is all I could find. Don’t be a grumpy knickers Archie. It is only for one night. If you can wake up dry in the morning then you won’t have to wear night time nappies. Can you use the potty at night time? No sorry you can’t because I need to get my sleep too you know. Arms up! That’s good, over your head. Lift up your bottom, that’s good, let’s put you leggie in here. Good. Now the other leggie. Excellent. Now we can do up these little snaps and good lad, you’re all done! That wasn’t difficult was it, and I think you enjoyed me putting you in a nappy really, didn’t you? Look at you in your sleep suit, don’t you look comfy? What do you mean it isn’t comfortable? The nappies we use here are made of the finest Turkish terry towelling and there isn’t a softer nappy on the market. It forces your legs apart? Well if you lie on your back or your front then you will feel very comfortable.”
“Oh, so you don’t care what I say? You will get up and get the potty will you? Where from? There isn’t a potty in this room and to get out you need a security chip and registered retinal scan. You’re getting grumpy. This isn’t a good idea Archie. What am I doing? I am putting your baby harness on you. It’s no good struggling, the porters will easily restrain you. Do you want a straight jacket to sleep in? No I thought not. It is your bed time now. You think 7 o’clock is too early? No it is your new bed time. You’re hungry now? Okay, I have some food for you in this cupboard. Get into your cot please. A nice sandwich look. Hold back there! I need to protect your clothes with your bib. You’re not a baby? Just eat your food darling without talking. Now look, the pickle has fallen out and dirtied your bib. See Nanny is always right. You are messy, look - another lot of pickle has fallen onto your bib. Never mind you made it all gone! Do you want some yoghurt? I have raspberry or strawberry. You want the raspberry one? Okay! Do you want me to feed you? You seem a bit floppy. I drugged your sandwich? Really Archie! Dear me, there goes some yogurt onto that poor bib of yours.”
“Here is a drink for you. You aren’t drinking out of a baby bottle? You’re not a baby? Well you look a bit like a baby wearing a nappy and plastic pants under your baby gro. Never mind you don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to. Oh, you decided to have it after all. You like chocolate milk don’t you? Slowly, slowly sweetheart is is dribbling on to your bib again!”
“Somebody is a sleepy baby aren’t they? Here let me take away your baba, you nearly made it all gone, well done! Now I know you are going to be confused and probably missing your own bed, so you might like to have a do-di to suc-k on tonight. I know a lot of boys like to have their binkies back when they are stressed. Look at you! You love suc-king on your dum dum don’t you? You are a real professional with that. I’m just going to attach your harness and pull up your cot rails to keep you safe. Your Mummy told me you used to sleep with your old shawl until you were seven, so here is one for you to cuddle tonight. I hope you like it.”
“Night night”
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Chapter 2
Archie went out like a light, everything he ate was doctored with one drug or another. Sleeping sedatives to ensure a good night of sleep, a diuretic to ensure a nice wet nappy, a muscle relaxant to help him lose control. His previously dry fluffy nappy was already wet by the time Jenny went to bed, how he would have enjoyed seeing her taking off all her clothes and slipping into her nightie, but sadly he was dead to the world. His dummy seemed to be a huge success and it pulsed in his mouth as he suc-kled it in his sleep. His bib which was already grubby from his tea, now was getting wet from the continual dribbling caused by his do-di. His harness creaked and the line of little bells on the breast plate tinkled as he tried to turn on his side, but it held him secure on his back.
The two of them slept like babies, one of them more of a baby than the other. Morning came, a wall mounted TV had the picture of a window that showed the view from an upper floor. As the sun rose it filled their room with light. Jenny went to her personal bathroom in the secret room behind the corridor where she could shower, use the toilet and get dressed. Archie was slow to come round, his head felt fuzzy and he had a nasty taste in his mouth. The dummy had made his lips a little sore, but he was not inclined to spit it out for reasons he couldn’t understand. It was amazing how the mind could remember the simple pleasures from childhood and even recall the pain of having that pleasure confiscated forever without a reasonable explanation.
Jenny came into the room wearing the blue uniform of a staff nurse with a white starched pinafore on which four nappy pins were pinned to the bib next to her watch. Archie was sat up in his cot, his blankets all awry, his shawl wrapped about him, his dummy firmly plugged in and wearing a bib that looked well used. His harness tinkled as he tried to stand up.
“Stay still while I undo your harness” she said leaning across him to undo the clip on the d-rings. “Look at that bibby of yours, let’s take it off and give you a clean one. There that looks a lot better doesn’t it. Yes, you do have to wear a bib while you suc-k your dummy, because those are the rules. Now let’s go and get breakfast and then we can get you dressed. No, we will change your wet nappy after breakfast. You told Nanny that you didn’t wet the bed and to be fair you haven’t wet your bed, but you have certainly wet your nappy. So, for not telling the truth you have to wear your nappy until after breakfast. Stop behaving like a baby, you have been a big boy to go in your nappy and not wet your bed, so don’t spoil it.
She looked at his sleep suit and decided it had better come off because it was grubby from what had missed his bib and landed on his jammies. “Let’s have that off” she said undoing the snaps and getting his legs and arms out. “Put on this t-shirt”
The new shirt came just below the waistband of his plastic pants. She replaced his harness and pulled the bib over the top. “Stand up, that’s right, well done. Please stop moaning or else you will have to be punished. How? You really do not want to know. Now let’s go and see the others.
Archie stood up and Jenny clipped a leading rein to his harness to led him out of their room. She looked into the retinal scanner and put her wrist up to the wall plate and the door slid open silently. Archie’s nappy was sagging badly and the dull yellow cloth inside showed that it had suffered a thorough drenching overnight. Luckily the quality of this night time nappy meant that it still had some capacity left in it. He suc-ked nervously on his dummy as he walked into the room. Three other boys were standing by their open doors with their respective nannies. All of them were suc-king dummies, all of them were wearing bibs and all of them were wearing wet nappies inside their plastic pants. There was a tinkling of bells as they were taken to their chairs by the dining table. They sat down and were fastened in by their harnesses. Trays were fixed in front of them and they all began to protest that they had been put in a baby’s high chair.
“These are Mrs. Agnes Grimshaw’s learning chairs” explained Susan who was one of the nannies. [Author note: one of those threads I mentioned!]. Simultaneously, the four chairs began to rise so their charges could no longer touch the floor with their feet.
Jenny stood in front of the four teenage boys. “Welcome to the alphabet team boys” she chuckled “welcome Archie, Billy, Charlie and Danny. You have been sent here by your parents because they are sick of you and your poor behaviour in some cases. One of you is here because you are cramping your mother’s style and getting in the way of her love life. It happens and you will have to accept it.”
“Nappies! You are all wearing nappies, actually you are all wearing very wet nappies. Now after breakfast you can have those nappies removed and you can wear pants. It has been explained to you that there are no toilets on this floor, so you will need to put up your hand and ask loudly and clearly for your potty. This will be your own personal potty and no other boy will use it. You have to sit on it to wee or poo - there will be no standing please.”
“You will notice a big red spot on the floor. This is the potty spot where you potty will be placed. You will pull down your shorts and pants to your ankles and sit on the potty. There is no private way of doing this, so everybody will be able to see you. Nanny will clean your bottom with tissue for you. Your potty then has to go in the little dumb waiter here and then your nanny will have to go upstairs, empty, clean and sterilise it ready for the next time. Nannies hate this potty duty because it is horrible and because it takes so much time.
“Now, when you take the option to wear pants you will no longer be allowed your dummy to suc-k.”
“There is an option to not to use the potty for doing your wee wees but have a lovely clean nappy instead. This is nanny’s favourite option because she just changes a nappy and puts in in your nappy bucket. It is much quicker to change a nappy than clean a dirty filthy potty.”
“If you wear a nappy, then you can have your dummy all the time”.
“We know that soiling a nappy is not pleasant and that from your point of view going in a potty is less onerous. However, if you decide that you want to do all your toilet in a nappy, then nanny will be extremely kind and understanding in ways you cannot imagine!”
“Lastly. We know the nappies are extremely soft and comfy. They are so lovely to wear that most boys cannot help themselves and use them to masturbate. This is not socially acceptable and so we will put all boys in chastity devices to keep them under control.”
“I think that is enough for now. All boys will wear night time nappies until they can go dry for three nights in a row. Changes will always be after breakfast from night time nappies. Anytime you are wearing a nappy you can wet or dirty it, because that is what nappies are used for!”
“What was that Susan? Oh yes, thank you. Now I appreciate that most of you boys are feeling a bit distressed which is why we let you suc-k on your dummies for comfort. However, we do know that many of you had comforters when you were little. Archie had his baby shawl and we gave him one to keep last night. Billy, you had a terry nappy that you used to carry around every where. Charlie, your favourite comfort was a little dolly wearing a nappy - well it took months to find but we managed to get you one. Danny, you had your pram blanket as a comforter and we have found an exact copy. Anytime you are in nappies, you can have these items by your side.”
“Sorry darling? When can you go home? A very good question. You are all about 15 years old right now, so you can go home in two or three years time when you are eighteen. Some people become so dependent on us that they never want to leave! Susan, Billy looks a little bit tearful can you give him a hug? You will keep the same nanny for the whole time you are here and you will not share your nanny with anybody else.”
“Let’s have breakfast now”
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Chapter 3
Breakfast was served - cereal, followed by boiled eggs with bread soldiers. Sippy cups full of orange juice were suc-ked up with a chorus of hissing valves. The nannies packed all the dirty plates into the dumb waiter and disappeared leaving the four boys to their own devices.
“This all a bit weird isn’t it?” asked Billy who was trying to undo his harness from the high chair, but was doomed to failure because he didn’t have the release bracelet worn by his nanny.
“This nappy business is certainly odd, why do we need to be in nappies?” asked Archie
Charlie shook his head “It’s ludicrous. I think these dummies are coated in some sort of drug because I cannot get enough of it. I’m dying for a pee, should I put my hand up and ask for my potty?”
“Didn’t that nanny say that while you’ve got a nappy on that you can go in it?” Danny said.
Charlie had a strange look on his face and was clearly wetting his nappy. The other three boys jeered at him.
“You’ll all have to go sooner or later” he said as his flow reduced to a trickle and then finally stopped.
The nannies came back and released each of their charges from their chairs and took them back to their rooms to be changed. They took it in turns to be showered under supervision and completely dried with fluffy towels. Dummies were taken away and put in sterilising solution jars by their cots. Infantile t-shirts were fitted, thick terry towelling pants were fitted and stretchy towelling shorts without a fly went over those. They all looked like toddlers in training when they emerged in their tinkling harnesses.
Billy was the first to request his potty to do his big business. The nanny went off to find his request. Time slowly passed and Billy started to do a potty dance. Not only was he desperate to do a poo but his bladder had also reached a critical stage. Archie, Danny and Charlie looked on helpless to do anything to assist their new colleague.
Archie decided to ask for his potty ahead of time and the other two boys decided to follow suit. In the meantime, Billy was in agony and he felt his bladder start to release little squirts of urine into his training pants while round the back things were starting to come whether he was ready or not. He tried to clutch both back and front. Nanny Susan arrived with his potty which she put on the red spot on the floor. She pulled down his terry shorts and training pants in one go. Billy squatted on his potty and his elimination flooded out of his body. Susan pulled his shorts and pants off over his sandals.
“Billy, are you sure you don’t want to wear nappies because your training pants are wet at the front and dirty at the back. You only have two pairs allocated per day and if you run out then I’m going to have to put you back in nappies anyway.”
Billy was so embarrassed that he was almost comatose as he had his bottom wiped by his goddess of a nanny with toilet paper. He was almost in tears by the time she had finished. Susan washed her hands and while he was still sat on his potty clutched him to her chest in a heart-felt hug. The other boys looked embarrassed at having to witness his performance. The smell was appalling. Susan took Billy back to his room and put him in clean training pants that had a plastic outer cover and some new shorts. His nanny made sure he knew how much she hated having to clean up his filthy potty and called him very selfish. Billy felt awful about it.
One by one the other boys took turns using their own potties. It was hateful that everybody had nothing else do but watch the performances. Danny made the greatest spectacle because he fell off his potty and spilled the content all over himself and his clean clothes. His nanny Denise was furious and for a moment everybody thought that she might lose her temper, but she didn’t.
School was intense, the boys were collectively rather dim and far behind on their learning skills. Tuition in small numbers was very effective and they learned more in one day than they had in weeks in their old respective schools.
They had free time after lunch and huddled together to make a plan.
“We need to escape” said Archie “this place is awful and we are going to be kept here until we are at least eighteen.”
“But how?” asked Billy “the hall has no doors apart to the ones into our bedrooms”
“Not true” pointed out Danny “they disappear! One minute they are watching us eat dinner and the next moment they are gone and they don’t go out through any of our bedrooms.”
“There must be a secret door” suggested Charlie “there is a blind spot next to the two dumb waiters where there is that partition maybe?”
The four of them looked behind the wall and sure enough, embedded in the wall was a discrete retinal scanner and and sensor. The opening was so finely engineered that it was hard to spot the opening unless you were looking for one.
Archie opened the shutter to the larger of the dumb waiters and before anybody could stop him had jumped in and squeezed himself onto the shelf. “Push the button” he shouted in a loud whisper. Danny did as requested and pressed one of three green buttons. There was the sound of an electric motor struggling with a heavy load and slowly the lift moved upwards.
It went dark and finally ground to a halt. He pushed against the doors which opened to reveal a dimly lit room that contained ten large cots similar to his own. He had found a dormitory that was filled with overgrown babies. They were all sat in their cots suc-king on dummies and clearly heavily nappied. They were all strapped into harnesses that kept them secured in position. A few looked at him as he eased himself out of the dumb waiter, but what really spooked him was the vacant look that they were all wearing. He went over to the nearest cot which contained a boy about his age who was drooling badly as he nursed his dummy. Judging by the smell he had soiled his nappy and it certainly looked very wet.
“What’s your name?” he asked urgently
“Me Baba” came the reply “Miggy, piggy, sappy, goo” he continued in baby babble not helped by the large teat of his do-di. Then the boy picked up his hand and shook a large baby’s rattle, before beginning to bounce up and down.
The noise started to rouse the other babies and to his horror one let out a huge wail that was soon followed by another. Archie made a dive for the dumb waited and pushed the bottom of the three buttons pulling the shutter close behind him. The lift descended more quickly than it had ascended and he fell out of his transport as it returned to his floor.
“What did you see?” the others asked in unison
“Big babies, they were about a dozen big babies”
“What like a nursery or creche?” asked Danny “proper babies?”
“No, they were big babies that looked just like us, but these were acting just like real babies who could not talk. They had rattles and baby toys in their cots. The one I tried to talk to, had not only wet his nappy but had done a big poo as well. He seemed to have had his brain emptied. He was a baby in a teenager’s body. It was really creepy because his eyes were empty - do you know what I mean?”
Suddenly, the secret panel opened and the four nannies came storming back in. It did not look good. “So who went on an adventure then? Archie, we know it was you because we have looked at the security camera. Come with me” ordered Jenny
She opened the panel and Archie disappeared from view being dragged off by his nanny.
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Chapter 4
Archie was terrified, Jenny was as mad as a nest of hornets. She opened a door and pushed him into what looked like an operating theatre. He was so terrified that he wet himself and overwhelmed his terry training pants.
Two orderlies appeared and he was strapped down on to the operating table. Jenny pulled off his wet trainers and shorts. He lay there naked from the waist down feeling very vulnerable and scared.
A man in a green gown and mask came into the room with a theatre nurse who proceeded to help him put on a pair of surgical gloves. Another person came in behind his head but he could not see him, but he heard equipment being adjusted and set up, a slight hissing sound and then a rubber mask was clamped over his nose and mouth. He went very floppy, he could not move a muscle but he could still hear every word being spoken.
“Right then” said the surgeon “you want this one fully incontinent?”
Jenny explained that it was the only way to gain back control of the errant boy.
“A good spanking might be easier” suggested the surgeon
“We don’t believe in corporal punishment” said Jenny “I also want you to fit this proximity sensor so that we not only know where he is, but can also give him a neurological jolt as a reminder for if he strays.”
The gas mixture was changed and that was the last that Archie could remember. The surgeon modified and surgically weakened muscles and compromised neural pathways with powerful lasers to take controls away from his brain. His bladder started to leak almost instantly and he fitted a foley catheter to prevent infection by draining away his urine. A tube inserted in his rear assured that he would be unable to hold back anything that needed to be passed once the lacerated muscles had developed comprehensive scar tissue.
Archie was kept in a recovery room for almost a month on pain killers and strong sedatives. Jenny and her team kept him scrupulously clean, changing his nappies and making sure he received his bottle feeds at regular intervals. Cruelty was never part of the creed followed by the Institute, and during the entire month he was visited by a psychologist and hypnotist. At the end of the four weeks throughout the drug enforced haze, he was completely at ease with his situation, indeed he felt happiness and joy every time he wet or soiled his nappy like a baby. The scars had healed, the wounds had vitrified and he leaked like a sieve from both ends.
He was returned to be with his three chums. They were delighted to see him and made no comment about his nappied condition because they had elected weeks ago to wear theirs full time because it was easier for everybody. They no longer needed to be drugged in order to wet during the night because they had reverted to being natural bedwetters. Danny, was the weakest of the three and it was suspected that he had started wetting himself during the day without knowing it was happening. He increasingly showed surprise when his nanny Denise told him off for not telling her he was wet.
Archie told them about his operations and how he would now have to be in nappies for the rest of his life because he used his nappies just like any little baby. Being back in nappies wasn’t so bad he told them. It was something else that he didn’t have to worry about because nanny always looked after him.
Charlie looked at him nervously “You do know that you are dressed as a baby girl don’t you?” he stuttered.
Archie looked at himself in the big mirror. A beautiful baby girl dressed in a pink fluffy part dress adorned with a hundred red hearts and layers of white lace stared back at him. He was wearing pink tights that accentuated the huge bulge of his night time nappies. On top of the tights a frilly pair of pink rhumba panties with four layers of broiderie anglaise lacework. The dress came to the middle of his bottom ensuring that all his nappied finery was on display. His dummy bobbed in and out more quickly, as the realisation of his situation began to sink in. The harder he suc-ked the more he dribbled, the wetter the large white terry bib edged in pink lace about his neck became. He took a wobbly step and saw that his nappy was so thick that it made him stand bow-legged. He faltered and then seemed to lose his footing and fell with a plonk onto his massively padded behind. He felt nothing of the impact.
He had been brain-washed to accept his new look, in the same way he had been made to be content with his incontinence.
Chapter 5
Life went on and after six months the four boys were equally dependent on their nappies and no longer had any control. They were as they were at age six months quite happy to walk around in wet or dirty nappies until they were changed. None of them had enjoyed any sexual relief after the conspiracy to escape and had been kept permanently in their CB3000S chastity devices. These were worn 24/7 and they no longer realised they were there. Their minds had decided that the pain of erections was not worth the effort and so ceased to react to any sexual stimulus.
The result of this inactivity and the administration of female hormones had meant that instead of growing as they grew older, their little sissy sticks had shrunk. Indeed, so small had they become that their current chastity device was barely functional and they were always slipping out of them. It was decided that they would be switched over to the stainless steel device that in place of the restrictive pen-is sheath cylinder had a small cup with an urethral tube insert that was slipped into their sissy stick. The next morning the nannies unlocked the padlocks, removed the tubes, took off the spacers, removed the two links that completed the collars behind their scrotum and wiggled off the rest of the collars. Four little stubby crayons no bigger than a toddler’s were revealed.
A stainless steel ring was worked behind their scrotums, pulling their plums through the hoop. The cup with the urethral tube was lined up and with lots of lubricant the tube was threaded into their pee holes. All the sissies cried as the tubes went deeper and deeper inside them. Finally the lugs on the little cup was lined up with those on the ring and a locking pin fitted to seal the two pieces together.
Jenny stood back to look at Archie and was pleased at how neat it looked compared to his old pen-is tube. Now it was like a little silver button and there was no sign of his useless piddle rod, just a domed stainless steel thimble to keep him chaste. Almost immediately wee wee started to flow from the central hole in the cup.
Everything was working perfectly!
Archie sobbed softly. It was the first time he had seen his old friend in half a year and it was obvious that it had shrunk considerably and had one use and one use only - to wet in his nappies like a baby.
The four of them met in the hall and they were all clutching their crutches trying to get comfortable. They had little or no control anyway, but the urethral insert seemed to completely remove what little they may have had.
The next week had them sitting exams and they sat in their high chairs doing a full range of “O” levels in eight subjects. They were never going to realise just how well they all performed because month seven was the second stage of their journey in the castle and they were all going to move up one floor.
The nannies knew exactly what was in store for the four of them.
Archie had already started his journey. Julia Roberts wanted him to be a sissy baby girl totally dependent on his nappies, totally dummy dependent and indistinguishable from a real baby girl apart from his physical size. She had decided to spare him from the radical surgery that would remove his gender, but it had been shrunk away to almost nothing anyway.
His hair was permed and put into tight ringlets and a beautiful woollen bonnet put on. He was always dressed in pink and delicate lacy baby fashions with the largest size of fluffy night time terry nappies covered by pink or babyish nursery print plastic pants. He was well on course to make his one year target position already.
Jenny made sure he had the leading rein attached to his harness as two orderlies packed his things into a big plastic transit crate. Archie suc-ked on his dummy and as usual his shawl (now looking a bit grubby) was clutched to his cheek. Jenny made a note that somehow she was going to wrestle it away from him in order to give it a much needed wash.
“We’re going to our new place now Archie, but don’t worry because Billy, Charlie and Danny will be joining you as well in a week or so.”
“Will the other babies be there nanny?” he asked looking worried as he recalled the vacant looking zombies that he had discovered up there six months ago.
“No darling, because they all went up a floor, and those that didn’t go up have gone home.”
“Am I going to be like them?” asked Archie beginning to cry. The drugs had made him very weak and he cried a lot these days with the large dose of testosterone suppressant and female hormones he was receiving each day. He had to admit that he was turning into a weak little sissy who had lost all his forcefulness and spirit. At the first sign of trouble he cried like a little girl and inevitably wet his nappy and if he was really frightened he would soil his nappy as well. He had barely any control these days, a large meal was enough to push a stool out into his nappy. The only time he had a little control of his back passage was when he was a bit constipated and even that was lost with a bout of coughing when he choked on his baba.
They settled in upstairs and he had his own spacious room again, if anything it was a lot bigger than his old room. In addition to all the other things that had been present in his previous abode there was now a comfy lazy boy in front of a home cinema screen.
Jenny changed him and put him into a comfortable onesie. “You can watch the television” she said “but I want you to drink this special drink for me because you seem to be dehydrated. She gave him his dummy, but it wasn’t like his normal dummy because she could plug a plastic tube into it. A stand was wheeled up to the side of the chair which had a quart bag of a red liquid in it. “Relax silly boy!” she ordered as she pulled a strap across his forehead and fixed his arms and ankles in comfy restraints. “You have to watch this programme really carefully for nanny, okay?”
Archie could not move his head at all and his eyes were pointed squarely at the screen. Jenny carefully fixed another strap to keep his feeding dummy in place and made sure his bib was flat and smooth against his chest. She opened up the small valve on the feeding line and Archie started suc-king. Slowly the bag began to empty as the film began.
The film showed a baby girl being fed by his nanny. “This is your baba baby” said the nanny. “What is it Archie?” Archie nearly choked, the film was talking to him! He was too shocked to respond. “What is it Archie” repeated the nanny.
“Ba ba” spluttered Archie
“Good boy” said the film
It wasn’t really a film, in fact it was a video link to the studio next door, but Archie was too enthralled to think, his brain addled by the psychotropic drugs in his feed. It was desperately boring thought Archie and he really wanted to sleep but he couldn’t because of the stimulants he was drinking. His brain entered a nether world where he was twixt reality and fantasy, neither fully awake nor asleep, a living sleep. The film was teaching him baby talk with words like quack quack, moo cow, doggie woggy, dum dum, baba, and a whole library of babyish words. On and on it went. Another baby came in with another nanny. “Me go poo poo”, “no want bockie Mama”, “me go sleepies”, “num nums, me want num nums”. It went on for hours and hours relentless in its messages.
Archie was encouraged to participate with little quizzes at the end of each segment before the next act came on. Adult words and phrases were rewarded with a bitter taste being introduced into his feeding dummy. All babyish replies were given chocolate treats through his dum dum. After eight hours Archie had had enough, his brain was overloaded, his stomach bloated and his nappies completely filled and saturated. The show ended.
The next day he was back in lessons being blasted with babyish replies to babyish questions. The six months of dummy suc-king had already reduced his conversational skills to almost nothing and he more often grunted or used sign language to make his replies. More often than not, Jenny would answer his questions for him in babyish stanzas. Now it was his turn to learn.
The baby language classes ended and the hypnosis session started. Talking like a grown up would make him feel nauseous but talking in short infantile simple construction would make him feel accomplished and clever. He would be praised and rewarded for his baby talk. The more he forgot the better he would feel.
There was only one sure way to dull his memory and that was to burn out a few circuits in his brain. A lobotomy was a considered option but they decided it was being too cruel, so the compromise was taken to give him ECT or Electro Convulsive Therapy. Late that night they prepped him with sedatives and took him down to the unit. The details are too grim to share in detail, he was shocked for periods considered reckless and in a series of sessions that should have taken days rather than hours. It was late into the night when he was wheeled back in a wheelchair, his eyes were lifeless, his dummy motionless in his mouth as he drooled and slobbered onto his bib. He smelt of vomit and he had soiled himself several times.
Jenny was so upset that she could hardly bear to look at him. They had grown close over the last six months and she had begun to love him as if he were her own baby. As soon as they got back to his room she stripped him, washed him and dressed him.
“Me good” he said eventually “baby wov nanny”. Jenny almost broke down with sadness.
“I love you too baby girl” she said hugging him and kissing his cheeks. He was now smelling of baby powder and in a double layer of night time nappies with new baggy baby pants in a pretty nursery print to protect him. She gave him his dummy and she was relieved to see that he had taken to suc-king on it properly.
Archie seemed anxious and was looking around in an agitated state. “Woo woo!” he shouted “woo woo nanny”. Jenny looked puzzled, what the hell was a woo woo? It suddenly dawned on her; this was his name for his shawl from when he had been a baby. He was remembering his old baby language. She picked up the soft shawl that she had had laundered and gently tumble dried and was in a sterile plastic bag from the laundry. She took it out the bag and the look on Archie’s face was of pure bliss. “Go bye byes nanny”, again this was not taught, he had been encouraged to go night nights.
He lay down in his cot and Jenny decided to dispense with his harness but simply raised the bars to keep him safe. Archie was exhausted and with a large part of his brain scrambled this was not surprising.
The next day Jenny was woken up to the sound of babbling “bub bub bab bab goo ga goo bab mum mum”. It was a baby that was practicing the phonetics of language. His coordination was poor but he managed to pick up his supersized rattle and with jerky movements was managing to shake it. He had managed to work his way down to the coloured plastic balls strung across his cot and was trying to bat them with his rattle. If it were not for his size you would have been forgiven for thinking that you were looking at a beautiful baby girl playing in her cot.
Archie was not that interested in eating but wanted to drink and kept shouting out for his baba. Jenny heated up his bottle and for the first time sat in his cot and held him to her breast in the crook of her arm. She touched the nipple to his cheek and he turned his head to take the teat in his mouth. He looked at her with pure love as his cheeks worked on his bottle. She hugged him close wrapping him in his shawl and snuggling up to him. A small tear formed in the corner of his eye as a small part of him realised that in some way he was broken. A tear fell from the wet eyes of Jenny and fell on his face.
Jenny changed Archie who had thoroughly used his nappies and took him to the bathroom to give him a lovely long bath. There were toilets on this floor but he would have no use for them. Archie, who previously was perfectly capable of walking or more precisely waddling, now found this almost impossible and instead sunk to his knees and decided to crawl. There was no plausible reason for this, unless of course he had suffered some sort of breakdown.
Mrs Roberts was originally coming to see Archie on month twelve, but on hearing about Archie’s progress she had decided to come on the start of month eight. The other boys were really shocked to see how Archie had slid back into babyhood but pleased that he was going to see his mother. Archie had not a clue as to what was going on, he was too busy chewing on the paw of a plastic cat.
The other boys were kept in their rooms as Mrs Roberts came to visit. Archie was dressed in a pale lemon dress with matching pantaloons dripping in lace that showed off his plump nappied condition to perfection. He was wearing a brand new terry bib edged in a yellow binding and had a cartoon canary Tweetie Pie at its centre and the words “Aren’t I Tweet” across its width in bright letters. As a special treat Jenny had managed to find a bright yellow dummy to complete his ensemble. On his feet were pale lemon booties, since he no longer walked anywhere which had lemon ribbon to tie them on. A soft woollen bonnet in pale lemon decorated with little lemon rabbits, lemon ribbons and even a trimming of faux white fur along the edges kept his head warm. His blond newly bleached and permed hair peeked out from beneath.
Jenny tried to explain what was happening but nothing seemed to get through to him anymore. “Your mummy is coming today Archie, yes your mummy” she said with as much excitement as she could muster, although inside she felt nothing but distress.
Archie looked a bit vacant and went “mum mum mum mmmm mum” and it was far from certain he had a clue or cared a fig about what was going on. His dummy fell out his mouth and dangled on the yellow ribbon pinned onto his bib, as he picked up a plastic rabbit and nibbled on its ear.
His mother arrived! Archie looked up with little or no interest. He moved onto suc-king the other ear on the rabbit, drool falling from the rabbit as he did so. “Hello darling, Mummy’s here” she gushed sweeping into the room and going to Archie who was sat on a large mat in the centre of the room.
Archie’s lips began to quiver and it was clearly obvious that he was going to cry. He looked beseechingly at Jenny “Nanny, me want nanny” he wailed holding up his arms in her direction and looking past his mother.
Julia put her arms round Archie who went from crying to screaming in a high pitched wail, desperately trying to escape and wriggling every which way to evade her grip. He wet his nappy in terror and followed through with a thorough soiling. “Nanny” he cried “me want nanny”. His flailing arms caught Julia a glancing blow to her head, she retaliated and dragging him over her lap started to slap the top of his thigh with rapid slaps, soon making his leg a sea of red marks.
“Mrs Roberts stop” shouted Jenny, “we do not allow any violence or corporal punishment here”. She tried to disengage Archie from his mother and sit him straight. The two were parted. “He doesn’t recognise you Julia. You have been away for over six months and at your instruction he has been reconditioned to have the mind of a young baby, less than a toddler in intellect.”
“I’m sorry Jenny, but I just wanted to hug and cuddle him again just like I did when he was little. I guess I need to get to know him again and he needs to learn about me again? My word! What is that awful smell? Is that you Archie? Don’t tell me you actually use your nappies? No you just had an accident didn’t you? It must have been a shock seeing me!”
“Julia, he gets through eight or more nappy changes a day and at least two of those changes are not just wet but stinky as well. Babies wear nappies and Archie is a beautiful fully functioning baby sissy girl who wets, poops and dribbles just as you would expect. Archie has made full use of his nappies.”
“Why doesn’t he ask to be changed?”
“He doesn’t know he has wet and soiled himself, young babies don’t. He will happily sit in his own poo, play with his toys and wet his nappy until it leaks. Our job is to make sure he doesn’t sit in it for any longer than he needs. So let’s change him.”
Julia looked worried as Jenny took her into the bedroom leading Archie with a rein attached to her wrist. She put Archie on his changing mat and handed Julia a clean fluffy nappy and a clean pair of plastic pants. She showed her where his nappy bucket was and gave her wipes and new nappy pins. Deliberately, she left the room. Julia had wanted her son to be like this, now she should enjoy the fruits of her expensive and destructive plan.
“Make sure he has his do-di plugged in or there will be hell to pay” she helpfully suggested as she left the room.
“Jenny, I say Jenny…..” shouted Julia but Jenny had gone to the loo. She wanted to have a quiet cry on her own. She felt so desperately sorry for Archie and the part she had played in his downfall.
Julia was almost gagging by the time she had unwrapped her son and removed his plastic pants. The nappy was saturated in his wee and it was fortunate that his poo was not a runny one and well contained by his linen liner. In fairness to Julia she did a thorough and careful job making sure that he was thoroughly cleaned and protected. She marvelled at the quality and softness of his nappy as she folded it. She was impressed at how Archie moved in all the right direction without command as she fitted and pinned him into his new nappy. She used a ton of powder and covered everybody and everything in huge quantities of the fragrant talc-um. She powdered his new pants as well to reduce any chafing. The greatest joy was that Archie allowed her to do her work without causing her any grief and she could feel a bond beginning between them. She tweaked the ring on his binky and he responded with a chortle. She encouraged him to sit up and wrapped her arms around him to get him into a sitting position, her heart almost burst when he hugged her back and said “Mama”
[Concluded for the time being]
Not sure anybody is enjoying this story, so going to take a break.
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Not sure anybody is enjoying this story, so going to take a break.
Don't be so quick to berate your story (in progress) !
You introduced this story at a time of Thanksgiving and a Black Friday holiday.
Give it time to gel while you take that break.
One note - the story is hard to read if there are no paragraph or line breaks -
just like in the days of old using a typewriter - failing to carriage return/line feed
separating one activity in the story with a double line space !
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Thank you for your kind comments - I forgot it was Thanksgiving - may the Pilgrims forgive me!
Normally I write using Word, but this time I have been using Pages and I am not familiar with it. Apple and Microsoft do not allow an easy transfer or conversion. I was lazy, I could have put a hard return at the end of each paragraph. My apologies.
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I hate imperfection, so went back and put in all the line breaks as requested! Any further recommendations are always welcome. "To err is human"
Antonia
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Ah - ha - the squeaky jammed print gets a lube job and voila a much better read.
Thank You!
You may help yourself to seconds on the turkey platter !
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I will have to wait until 25th December for my turkey! There is always enough for an extra slice because I can carve slices as thin as a skin graft!
Thank you for you input. So few bother to communicate be it good or bad, so it is nice to have something to read back! Now back to the old dilemma should it be diapers or nappies? Maybe put one in brackets. Pacifiers or dummies? Cots or cribs?
Would anybody like to have a UK and a separate USA version?
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Interesting how rapidly the story moves on from Chapters 4-5.
In Chapter 2 the reins having neat little bells -
Chapter 3 - the reins needing a release device to undo -
And then the dumb waiter adventure -
4-5 the regression proceeds rapidly to the point of no control at all
Some application of baby girl frills and ruffles - padded puffy diapers
Chastity in play reduced to just a nubbin -
And then what appears to be the transition to going home in a total baby state.
Conclusion or next part of this regression reduction story ?
Will Archie be ambulatory (at all?) back at home ?
What sort of infant state clothing girl boy ?
Continued wearing of the reins with bells requiring a discrete key to remove ?
Restrained to certain quarters ?
Be taken out for a walk or stroller rides in the park ?
When out and about subject to public diaper changes ?
And concluding - "These are some of my favorite things"
Especially in bright vivid (PINK or LAVENDER) colors !
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I love the dark stories you write and great job writing so much If Archie tries to wake from his mind control he would go more insane.
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More coming - I lied!
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Thank you for you input. So few bother to communicate be it good or bad, so it is nice to have something to read back! Now back to the old dilemma should it be diapers or nappies? Maybe put one in brackets. Pacifiers or dummies? Cots or cribs?
Would anybody like to have a UK and a separate USA version?
I am perfectly alright with either -
Just remember when the plot thickens I would like a change please
and please be gentle about it - my numbins is packaged in bulk differently !
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Chapter 6
Julia spent the night in a luxurious room that overlooked the river from its high vantage point. It was a part of a suite that contained a lounge, kitchenette and dining room. On the desk in the room stood a large screen computer that showed a mosaic of little screens each with a number in the corner. She tapped in ‘211’ and immediately could see Archie in his cot lying on his back with his legs spread wide by his huge night time nappy. He suc-ked peacefully on his dummy dressed in a simple pale lavender bunny suit that had white lacy ruffles around the neck and waist. His head framed by the built-in hood that had little ears that poked up so sweetly. The original harness was no longer being used because his muscles were now so weak that he could barely stand any longer and needed to grab onto the bars in order to pull himself up to his knees these days.
She looked at the screen delighted that she had her new baby girl. Gone was the horrible male lout that flounced and strutted his superiority over her, who used his father as a weapon to drive a wedge between them. She brushed her long brown hair until it shone with its healthy lustre. She applied a small amount of lipstick and waited for the knock on her door.
Matron arrived on the dot of 8.00am, punctual, professional and polished in her dark blue uniform of top rank nursing. She was a matron, she was called Matron and she was feared and respected as a matron. The whole facility ran like clockwork, everybody from porter to consultant surgeon followed her instructions and knew their place in the complex facility.
“Good morning Matron” welcomed Julia “how lovely to see you”
“Mrs Roberts” she said nodding in respect. “Today I would like to show you our latest facility which has been added since your last visit. It is the new laundry and cleansing department that we needed to install and was the first phase of the tunnel restoration project. We have been up and running for nearly nine months now and we are really thrilled with the work they do there. As you know we needed to be on the same level as the drains and sewerage outlets. We also needed to be able to easily connect with the two lower floors and luckily everything worked out perfectly. I would like to take you down to see it if I may?”
“By all means Matron, please lead on” said Julia
They dropped four floors down to the top level of the old dungeons. Almost immediately there was a large glass window showing the inside of a large and very well equipped room. Next to the window was a door labelled Napkin Sanitation Department. Inside a very large breasted woman sat at a long stainless-steel bench that had a conveyor running along its length. She seemed to sitting in a wheelchair that had a large bucket beneath it. On the back of the chair was a pole from which was suspended a huge bag of fluid that ran to a feeding dummy that she was continually nursing.
Nappies came along the conveyor. The wet ones were allowed to continue down the line and fell into a huge white collection bin at the far end of the table. The soiled ones she pulled off the belt and put in a sink where she sluiced them off. In the space next to that she had a high pressure hose that she used by laying the stained part of the cloth over a mesh in the table. The spray was forced through the fabric and vacuumed from the other side. The stain was almost taken out by this method.
Julia looked at the woman who must have weighed almost three hundred pounds or more. She looked vaguely familiar.
Matron spoke “We call her Nappy Nora” explained Matron and she is remarkably good at what she does. You may recognize her – she is your estranged husband’s ‘little bit of stuff’.
“But she was thin, 34B at best in the breast department and best described as petite".
"We had to build her up a bit so the breast pump would stick properly to her."
“Breast pump?” Julia asked
“Yes, we gave her medication to start her lactating and she supplies all of Archie’s breast milk. She makes about six full bottles a day and the rate seems to be increasing. We feed her a constant diet of nutrients, vitamins, hormones and of course roughage in a liquid paste. She loves it a bit too much and all the weight seems to have settled on her bottom and bust. The breast pumps come on every two hours and milk her, with the milk being collected in the bottles ready to feed Archie. You can see then by the side of her chair.”
“The downside is that she needs to use the toilet at very regular intervals, so we designed her chair so that she can go while she is working. It just drops through the potty hole cut into the seat and falls straight into the bucket.”
“Are we going in?” asked Julia
“No dear, the smell is a bit overpowering, so the room is sealed up most of the time. The two of them have a couple of beds on the other side of the washing machines, spin dryers and tumble driers. They have a shower unit and toilet at the back. Food is delivered to them every day. There is another door out in to the service area that is out of view from here where the clean nappies are taken out and put back into the system. Each nappy is numbered so the patient only uses their own linen. We have another person who does the sorting.”
A man came from behind the machines, he seemed long faced and Julia recognized him immediately.
“Robert Roberts, your husband” announced matron “but we know him as Bob-a-Job. He was so abusive and verbal that we had to sort him out. The dentist took out eight of his teeth and built a stainless steel ring that would fit into his mouth and could be secured by the vacant sockets. Into this appliance fits a large rubber ‘O’ ring. He looks like a Betsy Wetsy dolly now and we just plug in bottles of juice or paste when he needs refreshment. He cannot chew of course, because his mouth is held open all the time. He tends to drool a bit but his pelican bib with the catcher pocket does a good job on that.
“Why is he called Bob-a-Job?” queried Julia
“Well you might notice that the hole is the right size to feed him bananas (which he loves by the way), unfortunately some of the men saw it as an opportunity to ‘get in and come off’ (if you get my meaning) and would throw some coins into the pocket of his plastic bib as a thank you. They are so cruel.” She laughed.
“Can they see us?” asked Julia
“No dear, for them this is a mirror. We don’t want them to feel bad, nor do we want to spoil the excellent work that they do. They wear very little clothing as you can see, because the heat from the appliances is enough to keep them warm, plus they are next to the most eco friendly part of the castle which is the geothermal heat exchangers room. Nappy Nora is a bit embarrassed about her huge tits with the permanently attached breast pumps. Plus, don’t forget she is naked from the waist down which is not nice for her. Oh bless him! Robert is changing her soiling bucket for her.”
They watched as Robert took bucket after bucket of nappies from the dumb waiter and loaded them on the conveyor for his mistress. He put one large trolley full of nappies into a huge machine that was going to give the cloths a thorough rinse. The rinsed nappies he took out of that machine, then went into a washing machine where they would be washed gently. From that machine he took out the freshly washed nappies that had been spun at 1500 rpm into another spinner that would spin them at 2500 rpm to almost dryness. Finally, all these nappies would go into the largest tumble drier every produced and be gently tumbled at no more than 40°C so as not to destroy the delicate fibres.
“We are looking at hemp and bamboo nappies” explained Matron “we have found some bamboo nappies that are unbelievable soft and hugely absorbent. The nannies tend not to like them because they are not as puffy as the terry toweling ones! Our problem is that they are far more sensitive to temperature. The biggest problem we have right now is staining. We keep staining to a minimum, but sun drying is by far and away the best way to keep nappies brilliant white. We are almost finished with our new wind tunnel, where we pump in air from outside and have ultraviolet lights running the entire length of the line which is on a carousel. We plan to pin the nappies on one end and by the time it has done the loop (about 2 hours we think) they will be dry and sanitized by the UV.”
"An excellent piece of work Matron" said Julia "My husband seems very happy in his work and it is so nice that we could keep him and his girlfriend together. They don't receive any mind numbing drug?"
"No Mrs Roberts, they are fully aware of their situation and also fully aware that an inplant in their most sensitive parts will be triggered the moment they cross the threshold into areas that are forbidden to them. They wouldn't have anywhere to go anyway because they have sold up and moved to warmer climbs. Robert sold his property and auctioned off his possessions and we use it to pay for their treatment and also help out with Archie. They don't know about Archie by the way. They have access to nothing, no phone, no media, no writing materials. The only thing they have in plenty is nappies by the hundreds. They can have sex, but for some reason Robert doesn't seem to be in the mood much these days. Besides, they are usually too tired to do much once they have finished their duties. Let's move on and go and see our latest innovation."
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Chapter 7
Matron took Julia into an upper level of the castle that was very high security. Guards were present at all critical points around the floor. A desk with a staff nurse and male guard was directly in front of the lift entrance. Nobody was allowed past without showing their credentials, regardless of who they were or how well they were recognised. They each received a bracelet that locked solidly onto the wrist. It was a heavy and close fitting stainless steel bangle that seemed almost seamless once it had been closed. Only a specific pulse of sequenced radio waves could open it. It was explained that without this protection they would not be able to pass by any of the security features without being hit by high intensity lasers and other sophisticated tools.
“This is our R&D wing Mrs Roberts. We are working on some pioneering babification and sissification techniques. We are fully aware that the current process can take months, sometimes we have to resort to ECT which tends to be very unpredictable. This is all changing and we have started to map specific areas of the brain responsible for the control of continence, speech, memory centres, personality and a multitude of other factors. You will have to gown up for this next part please.”
The area they went into was ultra clean and they changed twice and went through two airlocks until they arrived in a room that was packed from wall to ceiling with computers and dozens of screens. In the chair sat a young man of about 16 years old. His head was fully shaved and had a thousand spikes sticking out of his scalp that were transmitting brain activity to an extremely powerful mainframe.
Outside of this was a complicated three dimensional transmitter that could project microwaves to a finite space within that dimension. Total immobility was essential and so it was that his head was clamped tightly.
“How old are you?”asked the doctor
“Seventeen” said the boy. A three dimensional projection showed his brain activity showing the speech centres and the area in his brain responsible for age memory. There was a brief beep and microwaves were focussed.
“How old are you?” asked the doctor
“Six” said the boy. The age centre memory sparked again but with less intensity.
“Do you need to go to the toilet?” enquired the doctor
“No” he replied. New centres flashed
“Do you need to poo?” asked the doctor
“No” said the boy as some new centres flashed and some centres flashed as before. Continence was in two centres for the two functions, then other areas related to previous training and skills.
The microwave was focussed again and fired a bolt into one of the centres.
“How old are you?” asked the doctor again
“Six” said the boy looking worried
“Do you need the toilet?” asked the doctor once again
“I think I wet myself” said the boy starting to tear up. One of the many nurses monitoring some of the motor functions reported that she was seeing activity in the urine continence sector but the training centre was hardly firing up at all.
Another nurse reported “He is wetting his nappy doctor.”
“OK that will be enough for today. Jimmy you have been a very good boy for sitting so still. Would you like a present?”
“Yes please”
“What would you like?” asked the nurse
“Can I have some sweeties?” he replied. The surgical team looked one to the other. He didn’t ask for cash or other teenage delights, he asked for a childish gift. It was very promising.
It took ages to extract Jimmy from the equipment which was sensitive to the most minute of distances. The correlation of his brain mapping was taking shape and the team were getting better and better at lining up the rig and picking up from previous sessions. This had not always been the case as Archie could testify from the ten cots full of the programme’s rejects.
Eventually, Jimmy was released from the chair. He was given extra fees for wearing a nappy and plastic pants (just in case), but this was the first time he had needed to use it. The theatre nurses took off their scrubs and cleaned up Jimmy who was intensely embarrassed. They explained that it was not his fault but that his help in this brain mapping experiment could help medicine understand more about how the brain worked, maybe cure a number of mental diseases.
He was dressed in his regular clothes and underwear befitting a teenager. Jimmy felt uneasy and kept looking at his clothes as if they were somehow odd. One of the nurses noticed this.
“What’s the matter Jimmy?” she asked
Jimmy looked puzzled and then said “My clothes aren’t very colourful anymore” he eventually said after thinking for quite some time. “I normally have Superman or Big Ted, these are booooring!” he said dragging out the long vowel.
“How old are you now Jimmy? You are very grown up aren’t you. Are you seventeen?”
“I’m six silly” he said giggling
The team wanted to applaud, normally the effect of the session would wear off, but this time the result seemed to be holding. The modification to the strength and focus of the microwave was clearly having an effect.
Julia looked impressed, Jimmy’s whole demeanour seemed to have changed but it seemed to be a gradual cascade of events. His stature was changing, he seemed to be fidgeting a lot more, less able to concentrate. They brought him out of the theatre and took him back to his comfortable room. Instead of making a bee-line for his GameBoy he turned on the television and looked for some cartoons to watch.
Asked what he would like to have for tea he did not ask for a steak or chilli, but asked for chicken nuggets and fries. When offered a creme brûlée he declined and asked for jelly and ice cream. After his tea at 6.00 o’clock he started to get a bit cranky and fussy. It was at this time that his nurse noticed that he had drenched his jeans. Jimmy seemed oblivious to this fact and was carrying on as if nothing had happened.
His nurse phoned the central clinicians desk for advice while Jenny and Matron continued to observe at a distance. It was decided that a nanny would be assigned to him and that he should be put back in night time nappies for the time being until he regained his control.
Jimmy was not too upset by this new regime, and research into his background had found out that he had wet his bed until he was more than seven years old. His memories of this time seemed so fresh and as nanny was pinning him into his nappies he remarked that these were far too soft to be his nappies which were much more scratchy.
He was not at all phased when having been pinned into his soft fluffy protection that he was now going to wear a pair of plastic pants over the top. Nanny chose some plain white ones to spare his feelings but she need not have bothered as he was completely happy with his situation.
“How old are you Jimmy?” asked his nanny to check if there was any improvement in his condition
“I’m five nanny. I think I’m five but I’m nearly six” he said in a little voice.
He jumped off the changing table and tried to run to the kitchen to get his drink. His thick nappy gave him a wide-legged gait that made his progress to the kitchen very wobbly and at one point Matron and Jenny thought he might take a tumble.
“Where’s my bockie?” he demanded “I want my bockie.”
Matron was on her walkie talkie to get a full baby suite delivered with all the equipment. She gestured for Jenny to follow her back to the desk.
“That seems to be very promising” Matron said “we have had so many problems with this programme, but this is hugely encouraging and could save us a fortune in time and money. We might be able to treat a patient in days rather than months.”
Jenny agreed as her bracelet was removed. “What happened to the trials that failed?” she asked “I would like to see them please”.
“Of course Mrs. Roberts, I will organise it straight away. Just give me a moment to organise it.”
Matron was justifiably nervous, because with the failure of these ten candidates there was no funding for their treatment. The clients had wanted babified children returned to them and these vegetables were very embarrassing and the clients would no longer pay. In a neglected unfinished part of the facility she had moved the ten cots with their unresponsive charges. She knew they would have to be kept chemically coshed into quiet submission. They needed changing, feeding, clean clothes and linen. This required two full time carers who would take profit off the bottom line.
Since Archie had seen them a few moths ago they had recovered some of their perambulatory skills and all ten were now able to toddle. This made them of some potential use and Matron had mused over a solution to her ten small problems.
The uv lighting system had been installed in part of the tunnel system that was going to be used for the washing line and the fresh air was being pumped in from outside the castle. The only part that was not finished was the motorisation of the carousel that circulated the nappies.
In the space of a day a huge capstan had been constructed complete with ten large spokes and ten baby harnesses that would power the drive into the drying room. Clearly it would be unsafe to have the children in the same space as ultraviolet light as it would burn them to little crisps. So it was enclosed in its own little room, insulated to keep any noise to a minimum.
The ten defective boys were strapped into their harnesses and given a push to get them going. It was far from being a smooth operation, a few fell and stumbled and were then hauled around on their spokes with their feet dragging like brakes. A quick restart and they slowly got the hang of things but all had different rhythms and were trying to go at different speeds. Matron decided to pipe through nursery rhymes with a good beat. It was a huge success and the wheel began to move smoothly. A couple of other patients were recruited to pin nappies on the line as it went round, with two more drafted later to take them off when the line completed its circuit. The worries that 200 nappies might be too heavy to move were unfounded and the system worked well.
They worked in two hours shifts. It was tough luck if they wet or messed their nappies while at the wheel, they just had to keep going regardless. All were changed and fed at the breaks and had thirty minutes off.
Now Matron had to decide whether Mrs Roberts should be shown the ten boys or not - how would she react? It was tantamount to enforced slavery. The only saving grace was the nappies that had undergone this treatment seemed lot fresher and cleaner with absolutely no signs of staining.
It turned out that Julia thought the idea was brilliant and told her to complete the project and make it permanent.
Chapter 8
Archie seemed very happy with his life, totally content as a little girl with his beautiful baby dresses and matching nappy covers. He spent the whole day gurgling and cooing through his dummy making contented baby noises as he went from one toy to another in his giant play pen. Soiling his nappy was one of his favourite experiences and he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of a poo forcing itself into the restricted spaces of his protection. He made two or three dirty nappies a day and recently he had regressed to not only wetting his nappy at night but now, more often as not, was also soiling himself in his sleep and not waking up while he did it. The first couple of times he was truly surprised, but in no time at all it was all normal.
Nanny Jenny had decided to enforce his feeling of utter babyishness by not changing him immediately but letting him wallow for an hour or so in his wet or dirty nappies to feel all the emotions of a real baby. He seemed to love the feeling of kneeling at the bars of his cot as his nappies sagged lower and lower on his hip as he filled them with his waste.
Archie had never felt so loved, so utterly taken care of. He did not have to worry about anything, he no longer had to think, he no longer had to plan or schedule. All he had to do was be a baby, crawl like a baby, talk like a baby, use his nappies like a baby, and forget all about ever being a big boy.
Billy was his best friend and his mummy had also wanted him to be a sissy girl. They often used to be put down in the cot together for their naps. Billy couldn’t remember how to speak either but they babbled away together sharing dummies, switching bottles and sharing their toys. They would fall asleep bundled together, Archie’s woo woo tangled up in Billy’s terry nappy comforter which he called nap nap. They would be changed side by side by their nannies, their stainless steel buttons, their little nubs, dribbling almost non-stop.
Charlie wasn’t seen around very much. He was now called Charlotte and was a little girl in nappies. He wore a red gingham school dress with his bulging nappies underneath covered by regulation school panties.On his feet white ruffled socks with black Mary Jane shoes with the strap across the top. His hair was tied into two pigtails with big bows of red ribbon. Although he was supposed to be six years old, he still went to bed with his dummy.
Charlie had been taken down to the theatre for his treatment. He was carefully anaesthetised and the tip of his tongue injected with a mixture of botox and collagen. He would always have a dreadful lisp following this procedure. It would not be reversible. His voice box had the vocal chords reduced in length and tightened so that he would have his treble voice returned to him. His nose was substantially reduced to leave it the cheeky little pert nose of a young girl.
After a few weeks when the bandages were removed, he was deemed the prettiest success the Institute had ever achieved. His mother took him home a few weeks later, but not to his old home but a new one, where his father would never find them. He was introduced to the new neighbours as Charlotte, the beautiful little girl who had suffered a few developmental problems and had some special needs. She tried so hard to toilet train her, but she was so unreliable that it was safer to keep her in nappies. She did put her on the potty every morning in the hope she could avoid dirtying her nappy later in the day, but it was a bit hit and miss. Other parents expressed sympathy that she had to lug a heavy nappy bag around all day. Some had spotted a feeding bottle and a couple of dummies in the side pockets and expressed behind her back that she should stop the child from using them.
Danny was never seen again by any of the others. He had been taken to theatre and was never seen again. The surgeons had performed plastic surgery on his face reducing his nose to a baby’s nub. His voice had been increased in pitch to that of a baby. Nerves to his limbs were compromised so that he lost coordination and could only lay on his back and wave his arms and legs in an uncontrolled manner.
In another session they removed all of his teeth and plugged all the cavities with a plate that raised the apparent level of his gums. He had the oral cavity of a baby only capable of suc-king and no chance of ever being able to chew again.
By the time the team had finished with her she was equivalent to a three month old baby. All she could do was cry as her means of communication. She suc-ked tirelessly on her dummy. She slept for most of the day and night, waking every four hours for a change and a feed from her bottles. She was dressed in a white wincyette night gown that had beautiful smocking across the breast. On her feet, she had the softest white booties tied with white satin ribbon. On her hands, she had little white matching mittens. A beautiful white soft woolly bonnet protected her almost bald head from getting cold.
Her baby frock slipped up her legs as she played with her feet to reveal her white translucent plastic panties covering a thick white fluffy terry nappy. The six foot square nappy dwarfed her and her little legs were almost completely enveloped in the mass of terry towelling and baby pants.
Danielle, as she was now known, had her mother weeping tears of pure joy as she bottle fed her baby.
[The End]
Truthfully I have run out of ideas!
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Well done that's what this site needs but now really hope you please continue with your pours story. I am still up for an update on poor Tommy. If you do please write more about the hypnosis regression that makes him relive his past with his cruel mother its so interesting and tense X.
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What a lovely story! Thank you very much.
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How very kind to say thank you! It doesn’t happen very often.
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I'm as guilty as the next for not providing encouragement after reading a good story. So, I'll try to compensate for my past tardiness by saying I enjoyed this story and will seek out others by you. Thanks.
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I will have to wait until 25th December for my turkey! There is always enough for an extra slice because I can carve slices as thin as a skin graft!
Thank you for you input. So few bother to communicate be it good or bad, so it is nice to have something to read back! Now back to the old dilemma should it be diapers or nappies? Maybe put one in brackets. Pacifiers or dummies? Cots or cribs?
Would anybody like to have a UK and a separate USA version?
Nappies, Dummies and Cots
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"He jumped off the changing table and tried to run to the kitchen to get his drink. His thick nappy gave him a wide-legged gait that made his progress to the kitchen very wobbly and at one point Matron and Jenny thought he might take a tumble.
“Where’s my bockie?” he demanded “I want my bockie.”
Matron was on her walkie talkie to get a full baby suite delivered with all the equipment. She gestured for Jenny to follow her back to the desk."
"His nurse phoned the central clinicians desk for advice while Jenny and Matron continued to observe at a distance. It was decided that a nanny would be assigned to him and that he should be put back in night time nappies for the time being until he regained his control."
"Jenny agreed as her bracelet was removed. “What happened to the trials that failed?” she asked “I would like to see them please”.
Julia has transitioned to Jenny in Chapter 7.
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So it did! How strange that I never spotted it. Thank you for letting me know.
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Dearest Antonia,
I write to let you know that “Simple Simon” and “Back in Time” are two of my all-time favorite stories. Your work is always top notch. I always await your next stories with anticipation.
Thank you very much.
Huggies and kissies,
Shelly
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Sorry moving to right story!
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Hi Antonia.
Just wanted to say love your stories. Only just had time to start reading this one and currently upto chapter 6.
One of my fav stories is Simple Simon.
I will try to read more of this soon.
Thanks for taking the time to write this and sharing.
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Looks like you posted Tommy's story here by accident. Still a good chapter looks like Nanny's to mean for mommy. Hope to know the identity's of the two new people in the house. Mommy could maybe have a young collage girl babysit him the ditzy airhead bimbo type who will get tommy hooked on Disney/pop Princesses.
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I will have to wait until 25th December for my turkey! There is always enough for an extra slice because I can carve slices as thin as a skin graft!
Thank you for you input. So few bother to communicate be it good or bad, so it is nice to have something to read back! Now back to the old dilemma should it be diapers or nappies? Maybe put one in brackets. Pacifiers or dummies? Cots or cribs?
Would anybody like to have a UK and a separate USA version?
The story is excellent loved it. As for separate versions not needed as most if not all know the meaning of each
Nappies, Dummies and Cots
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Antonia,
I was away from the story site for a while and just got back last night. I had the privilege of reading your story all the way through after you have edited it.
It is very well written and at the end my diaper got so full that I had to immediately go and change. I changed into my night time diaper and went to bed before I responded this morning.
All of your stories are very good and I always look forward to your writing.
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Hi Antonia
Just finished reading your story. Really enjoyed it. A few more naughty boys now enjoying? their new baby lives. Look forward to reading your other stories. Please keep up the good work.