Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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When Phillip turned 16, he was too told to go to the pediatrician he had seen all his life. When it was time for Phillip to have his annual check-up, his mother made an appointment for him with Dr. Davenport, her doctor. His mother raved about what a wonderful doctor she was. Phillip had a habit of biting his lower lip when he felt nervous or anxious, or when something took him by surprise. Unconsciously he did so.
"I'm sure Dr. Davenport can cure you of that terrible habit!"
"Please Mother!" She had brought it to the attention of Phillip's pediatrician several times, but he had always said it wasn't a problem.
When it came time for Phillip's examination, he had forgotten all about it.
Phillip was taken to an examination room by a nurse and told to remove his clothing and put on one of the gowns in the closet.
"Even my underwear?"
The nurse laughed. "Of course, how else is Dr. Davenport going to exam you silly!" Phillip bit down on his lower lip.
After removing his clothing, Phillip opened the closet door. Inside was a row of examination gowns, all made of translucent pink plastic. Was he supposed to put one of those on?
As he stood there in consternation, the door opened and a woman wearing a white lab coat breezed in.
"What's the matter dear, do you need help?" Without waiting for a reply she went to the closet and selected a gown. "Here, this one is looks about right."
Phillip was mortified, bringing both hands down to cover his privates.
The doctor laughed. She reached down and pulled his hands away, slipping them into the sleeves of the gown. She then tied it at the back of his neck and down his back. "There, some nice pretty bows!!" She laughed again. Peter bit his lip.
Just then his mother came into the room. "There Doctor Davenport, that's what I've been telling you about!"
"MOTHER!" Phillip was truly mortified now. "Why are you in here?" Phillip had thought that going to an adult doctor meant that his mother would no longer accompany him into the examination room.
"Now Phillip dear, you Mother is just concerned. Hmmmmm." The Doctor was gazing intently at his lower lip. Phillip had an urge to bite it again, but stopped himself. This had the effect of causing his lip to tremble, which Doctor Davenport seemed to take note of, peering intently into Phillip's eyes.
Phillip looked down at the floor. He saw that the white lab coat ended a few inches above the doctor's thighs. Her legs were encased in nylons, she had a pair of stylish black pumps on. Phillip began to feel a surge in his loins. He looked down in horror at the see through plastic gown. The plastic was making his sweat.
Doctor Davenport seemed to be reading his thoughts. She looked down in amusement at the tent forming in front of Phillip.
"Do you like my shoes dear?" she asked in an innocent voice.
"What?! er no, I mean, ... " Phillip bit his lower lip without thinking.
Dr. Davenport stared at it intently before Phillip realized what he was doing.
"I think I have something that can help Phillip's problem," she said, turning to his mother. Dr. Davenport opened a drawer and extracted something.
"Open wide Phillip." Expecting a tongue depressor, Phillip obliged. Instead a smooth rubber shaft was slid between his lips.
"Phillip must train his lips to remain in a round, almost pouting position" said Dr. Davenport, speaking to his mother and ignoring Phillip. "Once he has done this, he will lose the urge to bring the lower lip into his mouth. I would recommend using this tool for an hour after meals and just before bedtime. Also, if Phillip forgets and bites his lower lip, it can be immediately inserted for a period of time to remind him to keep his lips in a circular fashion."
His mother looked starry eyed with joy. She had always suspected that Phillip's habit was curable, and she now felt vindicated.
"Oh thank you Dr. Davenport!!!!"
Dr Davenport looked down with a pleased smile. Phillp felt foolish. He had been suc-king on the "tool" and this had prevented him from speaking up. He reached up and found that it had a ring on the end. He pulled it out of his mouth and looked at it. It looked like a over-sized baby's pacifier, except instead of a bulb it had a longer rubber shaft with a bulb on the end.
"What?! I'm supposed to suc-k on this?" Phillip was incredulous.
His mother looked down at him furiously. "You'll do what Dr. Davenport recommends!! "
Dr. Davenport had a pleased smile on her face. "Just call me if you have any problems or questions Rita."
Phillip didn't like the sound of that. But he knew one thing, they weren't going to make him suc-k on an oversized pacifier.
Just as he had these thoughts, Dr. Davenport slid it back between his lips.
"Now Phillip dear, let's just keep it in for the remainder of the examination." Phillip was beside himself. But Dr. Davenport was an imposing figure, and his mother was watching him like a hawk for any sign of disobedience. Reluctantly he kept the pacifier in his mouth. He tried not to suc-k it but the saliva would pool in his mouth, until he finally had to swallow with a loud suc-king sound. This illicited giggles from the two women.
"If you just suc-k it slowly and swallow regularly you won't make that silly sound Phillip." said Dr. Davenport in a condescending voice, shaking her head slightly as if he was daft.
Chagrined, Phillip tried suc-king as quietly as he could. In the meantime Dr. Davenport had led him by the hand to the scales to be weighed and measured. She was reaching under the pink gown with her stethoscope. He had to breathe in and out with the pacifier in his mouth.
Suddenly she grabbed hold of one of his testicles.
He jumped, and felt his pen-is engorge further.
Dr. Davenport laughed and gave the testicle a playful squeeze. "It's just a hernia test silly!!! Uh-oh looks like someone is getting excited!"
"Phillip!!!!" His mother peered down intently where the pink plastic gown was tenting.
Phillip couldn't believe what was happening. Without realizing it he started suc-king furiously on the pacificer. His mother's proximity would normally had made him instantly soft, but Dr. Davenport kept lightly squeezing and kneading his ball, releasing it only to grab hold of the other, causing his erection to remain stiff.
"What is the matter with you!!" His mother was livid.
Dr. Davenport finally released him. "Don't be upset Rita. I believe this is connected to Phillip's lip biting problem. I'm going to write a prescription."
She scribbled something on a pad.
"Now remember, an hour after every meal and before bed. And whenever little Phillip has a slip-up. Feel free to call me anytime." Dr. Davenport reached down and gave a playful tug on the ring of Phillip's pacifier. "Now don't forget Phillip dear, always do what Mother tells you, keep those pretty lips in a nice round pout!" She then gave him a private wink.
What had he gotten himself into?
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Phillip was trying to make his dessert last as long as possible. They had eaten late, and Phillip had dragged out the entire meal. He knew what was coming after his meal. His Mother was sitting expectantly beside him, with a pleased smile glued to her lips. He could see her hand twitching toward the plastic case that held his "device." Without thinking he bit his lower lip.
"There you go again! We'll have to tack on some extra time to your session!"
"No Mother, please!!"
"Tut tut. You heard Dr. Davenport. No fussing now." She opened the case and extracted the oversized pacifier. "Open up for Mommy darling."
Grudgingly Phillip parted his lips just enough for his Mother to slip in the pacifier. He glumly started to su-k. His mother flipped on the TV for him to a cartoon channel. He tried to watch and not think about the smooth rubber shaft with the bulbous tip that fit snugly into his mouth, but it was hard, with every swallow and unintended slurp reminding him, causing him to become acutely aware of his su-king. After about 45 minutes his lips and mouth began to grow tired, further focusing his attention on his su-king mouth. The time dragged by. Finally, Phillip knew by the fact that he was on his third cartoon that more than an hour had gone by. He turned to his Mother and pointed at the pacifier. She responded with a quizzical look. He pointed again.
"What is it angel?"
Phillip looked at his Mother with exasperation. He pointed to the pacifier more emphatically.
"Can Mommy help you with something darling?"
He finally lost his temper. He yanked the pacifier out from between his sore cheeks. "This damn thing Mother!!!
"Phillip!!! How dare you use such foul language in my presence!"
"I'm sorry Mother, but I thought it was obvious that I wanted to know if I could take this infernal device out, it's been more than an hour!!"
"You know Mommy had to tack on additional time for your slip-up pet. As a matter of a fact I was just getting ready to tell you when you began fussing like a pre-schooler. You know that Dr. Davenport made it clear that you're not to remove your corrective device until you've had it in for the alloted time. If you keep this up I'll have to call her."
"Mother, that's not fair! . . ." She cut off his futher protests.
"Very well, now run along and play until bedtime." He wanted to say something protesting such juvenile instructions but thought the better of it. He was just glad to be free of the pacifier.
Phillip had just settled into a chair with a music magazine when he felt a tapping on his shoulder. He looked up to find his Mother standing over him, with her pleased smile. In her hand was the pacifier. Before Phillip could react she reached out and cupped the back of his head with one hand, pulled it closer and with her other hand firmly inserted the pacifier until the plastic guard was snugly pressing against his lips.
Phillip was beside himself. He was sure it was literally minutes since he had removed the pacifier. He whipped it out of his mouth.
"Mother, what is going on!! I just took it out!"
"She eyed the pacifier in his hand. So, you've broken the rules already."
"What!" He remembered what Mother had said about the rules. The last thing he wanted was for her to make a call to Dr. Davenport. "But Mother, I just wanted to ask you . . . " Again his Mother cut him off.
"Don't pretend you can't speak with your corrective device in your mouth!"
"But why should I . . ."
"Honestly Phillip, you are acting fussier than that spoiled little girl that lives across the street!! And you're still disobeying Mommy!"
What was she talking about? Then he realized that she wanted him to re-insert the pacifier before he said another word. Determined to prevent another call to the doctor, Phillip sighed and placed the pacifier into his mouth.
"That's a good boy!" His Mother curled her manicured finger into the ring of the pacifier so that her polished nail was pressing against the tip of his nose, and pushed it more firmly into his mouth. She then patted his cheek with approval, causing it to flush. "Now what did my angel want to tell Mommy?"
"Mother, I only just took it out!" The words were muffled as his lips smacked wetly around the shaft of the pacifier. A drop of drool escaped from his mouth and dribbled down his chin.
His Mother opened her large pocketbook and removed a perfumed lace hankerchief. She again cupped one hand around his head, pulled him close and rubbed his chin vigorously with the fragrant lace. "Now darling, you know Dr. Davenport said you must also use your device before bedtime. We had supper very late tonight and it's already an hour until your bedtime."
"But Dr. Davenport didn't say an hour before bedtime, she said just before bedtime!!! He wanted to say more but was embarrassed by the muffled slurping sound of his voice and his intense desire to avoid drooling and being subjected to the perfumed hankerchief again.
"She said for a period of time before bed, and I think an hour is appropriate."
"No, I won't!!" Phillip's mother didn't answer. Instead she opened her large shiny black pocketbook and extracted a card. She took it to the telephone and began dialing.
"Mother, no!!! Pleassssse. . .!" His lips made loud smacking sounds and a a large dribble ran down his chin, forming a perfect drop that hung there.
His Mother ignored him. "Hello Dr. this is Rita. I'm so sorry to be calling you this late. Oh, I appreciate you saying that. Phillip is being impossible. He's already bitten his lip again, and when I told him he had to use his device for an hour before bed he absolutely refused. What's that, 90 minutes? I see. You can? Excellent. We'll see you tommorow then." His Mother replaced the receiver on the cradle. She began to grin at him like the Cheshire Cat.
Phillip was speechless. He was once again conscious of the soreness of his jaw and mouth from the day's su-king sessions.
"Dr. Davenport was very disappointed by your behavior Phillip. She is going to see us tomorrow so that some corrective action can be taken. And she said that my choice of one hour before bedtime was entirely appropriate, but that given the fact that you still forgot and bit your lip, that 90 minutes will the alloted time from now on." Phillip felt his stomach churn when the implications of his actions began to sink in. "Oh, and she reminded me to give you your medicine." Phillip's Mother returned to her purse for the bottle of pills. She soon returned with a pink pill and a large glass of water. She curled her finger into the ring of the pacifer and pulled it out. She handed him the pill and the glass.
"What is . . . " He saw his Mother's eyebrow arch and her eyes dart to the telephone. He sighed, placed the pill in his mouth and swallowed with a gulp of water.
"Drink it all down like a good boy." He hesitated for a moment, and then finished the tall glass. As soon as he had placed it on the table his Mother was sliding the pacifier back between his lips. "There darling. Everything is going so splendidly."
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Phillip slurped noisily. He had been eating the most delicious ice cream cone at a fair while holding fast to someone's hand. He felt very small. When he followed the arm of the hand that held his fast he seemed to be seeing Dr. Davenport from a great height, smiling down at him serenely. Then suddenly her face was right next to his, and she had a much wider smile on her face. She leaned close and planted a big wet sloppy kiss on his cheek. She pulled away, laughed, and then zoomed in and planted an even bigger, wetter, sloppier kiss on the same cheek, so that Phillip could feel the saliva running down his cheek, coating it wetly. His cheek was so wet. It was embarrassing. So thoroughly wet. The world melted away and Phillip found himself in his bed, the quilt tucked around him so tightly that his legs felt like thousands of pins were prickling them when he tried to move them. The side of his face that pressed against his pillow was soaking wet, and as he squinted to try and figure out why this was his lips closed around the shaft of the slick pacifier that had been dangling half in and half out of his mouth, pulling it in so that the plastic guard slapped against his lips. It was obvious that he had been drooling freely for quite some time, because his cheek and chin were wet with saliva and the wet stain on the pillow was enormous. "What?!!!!!!!!!" He peeled his cheek from the wet pillow, and struggled to sit up in bed, straining to pull the quilt free from where it had been so expertly tucked deeply beneath his mattress. Finally he did so, and only then did he realize the pacifier was still in his mouth. He spit it out in disgust. His lips still felt sore, and he knew with a sinking feeling that he'd been suc-king on the pacifier in his sleep. For how long? The room was still pitch black. His mind felt fuzzy. He remembered getting very tired and wanting to lay down, but Mother saying he hadn't finished his hour yet. She finally agreed that he could lay down if he kept "his device" in his mouth, and that she'd tell him when to take it out. That was the last thing he remembered. He clenched his fists with determination. He was going to put a stop to this. He'd speak to Mother about it first thing in the morning.
Phillip sat in the rear of Mother's car staring glumly out of the window. He could see the reflection of the ring and mouth guard of the white plastic pacifier moving rhythmically beneath his nose in the glass. He should have been in school, but Mother had called and told them he had a medical appointment. He was wearing his Sunday suit, with a white shirt and a red tie. Mother had insisted that he look "presentable" for Dr. Davenport. The minute breakfast was over they had gotten in the car, so that Phillip was smack in the middle of his after-meal hour as they made the short drive to Dr. Davenport's office.
He had gotten no where with Mother. She said he was fast asleep when she came to tell him that he could remove the pacifier, and that he was sleeping quite contentedly. She saw no point in disturbing him by removing it, and said that she just tucked him in and turned out the light. Mother had only gotten annoyed by his protestations. "I assumed it would soon fall out of your mouth of its own accord Phillip, I didn't realize that you'd decide to nurse it like a baby's dummy all night long! And on top of that I find it on the floor when it's time for your after-breakfast session! Just wait till Dr. Davenport hears about this!!" Phillip was beside himself but hated to talk with the pacifier in his mouth. As soon as Mother mentioned Doctor Davenport he remembered his dream, and felt himself redden. He remembered the slickness of pink plastic gown and bowing his head in shame when Dr. Davenport had grasped his balls with her fluttering fingers, only to find himself staring at her shiny high heels, and seeing Dr. Davenport shake her head in amusement as his pen-is became engorged under the pink gown. These memories only caused a tent in Phillip's suit pants just as they pulled into Dr. Davenport's parking lot.
The receptionist betrayed the tiniest of smiles when she saw first Mother and then Phillip enter the waiting area. Phillip's head was down but the white guard and ring were plainly visible against his face. Soon they were being ushered into Dr. Davenport's office. Phillip sat uncomfortably against the edge of his chair while his Mother gave her laundry list of complaints to Dr. Davenport, who listened intently, turning to look at Phillip when each transgression was explained. Dr. Davenport pushed her chair out from her desk and swiveled to face Phillip. She crossed her legs, and Phillip could see she was wearing a pair of high heels even pointer than the one she'd had at his examination. They appeared to be made of alligator skin. Phillip fidgeted in his seat.
"Well, I had hoped that Phillip would be cooperative in his treatment, these things so so much easier and quickly when the patient follows the proscribed regimen. The problem is that cutting a session short can set back the whole program. Fortunately we have additional tools to rectify a situation like this."
Dr. Davenport went to a cabinet and removed a box. She opened it and extracted what looked like a pink vinyl ball with a cuff on one end, from which some laces were dangling.
"Give me your hand Phillip." Still seated, Phillip extended his hand. Dr. Davenport took hold of either side of the cuff revealing a slit. She pulled the ball over Phillip's hand. The inside felt like a soft squishy cavity that seemed small but expanded to accept Phillip's entire hand. Dr. Davenport pulled firmly on the laces and Phillip felt the cuff draw tightly against his wrist. Dr. Davenport tied the laces into a large bow knot, and then doubled it, giving a final yank. "Now the other." Phillip hadn't a clue as to what was going on, and before he could really process what was happening Dr. Davenport had already pulled a second mitten over Phillip's other hand, and was tightening the laces in a business like fashion. She stepped back to admire her work. "There we are!"
Phillip looked down at his hands. They weren't really mittens, before they were just big round balls The padding inside was extremely thick, with the pink vinyl covering stretched tightly over it. Phillip's hands were both balled up into fists and there was no give inside the balls that would allow him to extend his fingers or even his thumb.
Phillip's thoughts were interuppted when Dr. Davenport abruptly pulled the pacifier out from between his surprised lips with a loud "pop."
"Phillip showed that he couldn't be trusted to keep his device inserted for the proscribed amount of time. And it's vital that he get the full benefit of his treatment." Dr. Davenport tossed the white pacifier down onto her desk, reached inside the box and removed another pacifier. This one was pink. The plastic mouth guard was even larger, so large that instead of a round circe, it had a V at the top to accomodate the nose, giving the guard almost a heart shape. And instead of laying flat against the lips, on either side the plastic narrowed and flared out, hooking around to the front. Phillip didn't like the look of it. Even the yellow rubber shaft seemed thicker and longer than his original device.
"Open wide Phillip dear." Dr. Davenport stood over him expectantly. Phillip could see his Mother poised in her chair, waiting for any hint of disagreement on his part.
He couldn't contain himself.
"Why does it have to be pink!!" He brought his arms up to emphasize his point, only to be reminded that both of his hands were already imprisoned in similarly hued vinyl spheres that squeaked noisily when he brought them together.
"PHILLIP!!" His mother glared at him with fury.
Phillp had never felt so frustrated. Dr. Davenport held the new pink pacifier inches from his face, with an amused smile on her face. He didn't dare incur the further wrath of Mother. Grudingly Phillip opened his mouth.
Nothing happened. Dr. Davenport looked down at him with a gleam in her eye.
"I said wide Phillip darling."
What was she talking about? He opened his mouth wider.
Dr. Davenport just shook her head and looked at him like he was a simpleton. "Now be a good boy and open nice and wide for Doctor."
"You heard Dr. Davenport!" his mother chimed in. This was crazy! It was obvious his mouth was opened more than wide enough to accomodate the new pink horror in the doctor's hand. Finally with a "that's good boy" Dr. Davenport slid pacifier into Phillips mouth until the guard was flush against his lips. Phillip was aware to the top of the guard flaring up in a semi-circle on either side of his nose.
"The important thing is that Phillip keep his device inserted for the prosribed period of time. . . " As she said this Dr. Davenport removed a thick rubber strap, also pink, with hooks on either end. She hooked one end around the flared hooking end of the pacifier and brought the strap around the back of Phillip's head. Phillip felt in stretch tightly against the back of his head for a moment, and then Dr. Davenport had hooked the other end of the opposite side of the mouth guard and let go. Phillip felt the rubber shaft of the pacifier being forced deeply into his mouth, while the plastic mouth guard pressed tightly against his lips. Involuntarily he reached up with his hand, only to have the fat round pink ball that encased his hand glance akwardly against the ring of the pacifier. He held up both hands and tried to grip the ring between them. It was impossible to grip in this fashion, and just slipped off of the slippery pink vinyl.
Dr. Davenport smiled at Phillip's futile movements. "As you can see Rita, these tools ensure that Phillip will complete his proscribed sessions with his device. The hand restraints, coupled with the elastic band, makes it impossible for Phillip to either remove or spit out his device. It can only be removed by you Rita, when the session has been completed satisfactorily."
Phillip thought Mother looked far too pleased at this news.
"And as for your question Phillip dear," Dr. Davenport now glanced down at Phillip, "only the pink model has the necessary hooks on the sides of the mouth guard to accomodate the rubber strap. Unfortuantely it's a slightly larger size as well, but I didn't anticipate that you would be so uncooperative with your Mother. Otherwise you could have kept your original device for the duration of your treatment." Dr. Davenport gave Phillip a final satisfied smile before turning back to his Mother.
"Now Rita, I'll leave it up to you as to when Phillip may return to his original equipment and be trusted to complete his treatments voluntarily. If I were you I would base it on how obediently he behaves in all other areas." She reached down and chucked Phillip under the chin, tilting his head back so he was forced to stare into her eyes, which twinkled merrily. "You'll be a good boy for Mommy from now on, won't you Phillip dearest?"
Unable to avert her gaze, and with the new pacifier pressed tightly inside his mouth, Phillip silently nodded his head.
"Splendid!" Dr. Davenport sat back down and pulled the telephone close. "I suppose I better ring up the nurse at Phillip's school and explain that he will be undergoing treatments after lunch for the next couple of weeks. She's a good friend of mine and I know she'll do an excellent job at helping Phillip into his equipment."
Phillip sprang out of his seat. "What?!!!!!!!!!!!!" The word was barely intelligible as saliva sprayed in all directions, coating the front of his shirt. He felt the blood rush to his head. This could not be happening!!
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"Do you see what I mean Dr. Davenport?!!" Phillip's mother wasted no time in furiously pushing Phillip back into his chair. She stood behind him and kept both hands firmly on his shoulders, pinning him into the chair. "He promises to be a good boy for Mommy and then seconds later acts out like a fussy spoiled little girl!!" Phillip's mother pointed to the flecks of drool that dotted Phillip's suit jacket. "And he's been ruining his clothes with his constant drooling!!"
Dr Davenport frowned and shook her head. "Yes I can see that. Most disappointing." Phillip's chest was heaving. What was going to happen now! He started panting wetly, his lips fluttering about the smooth rubber shaft of the pacifier. He flailed his arms helplessly in front of himself, the pink balls encasing his hands reflecting the overhead light, but his Mother kept him sitting firmly in the char.
"The drooling problem can be rectified." Dr. Davenport opened a drawer and took out a stack of folded pink cloth items. She shook out the top one. It was a large rectangular bib, pink terrycloth on one side and pink plastic on the back, which was stitched to form a border around the edge of the bib with darker pink thread. Long pink satin ribbons were attached to either side of the curved top. Dr. Davenport leaned over in front of Phillip and placed the large bib under his chin. Digging her nails more firmly into one shoulder, Mother pushed on the back of his head with her other hand so that Dr. Davenport could tie the bib snugly around Phillip's neck. "There we are, a nice big pretty bow!!!" Dr. Davenport stepped back to admire her handiwork.
Phillip's agitation only increased. First a pacifier and now a bib!!! And again in pastel pink!! He was afraid to know what he looked like now, especially with these pink hand restraints. He was panting like he had just run up a flight of steps. A line of drool had already dripped onto the bib and made a small wet stain.
Dr. Davenport just looked at the bib and nodded. "Yes, I can see that you better keep little Phillip in bibs from now on Rita. Here are half a dozen more that you can take home with you." She handed the remaining stack to Phillip's mother, who took them gratefully and assured Dr. Davenport that they would be put to good use. Although Phillip could not see his mother's face, he could feel the anger in her hands that kept him pinned in his chair, and hear the steely determination in her voice as she thanked Dr. Davenport for the bibs.
"Now as for Phillip's inability to control his behavior, I believe another dose of medicine after his lunch will help calm his nerves. Take one of the pills I gave you, crush it in a large glass of juice, and let Phillip drink it down after his meal. It can be administered in the same way at bedtime. The liquid and glucose will increase its effectiveness." Again Phillip's mother thanked the doctor, and assured her that her instructions would be carried out to the letter.
Dr. Davenport again stood in front of Phillip, and chucked him under the chin. He tried to look away but could not avert her gaze. She smiled down at him, and used her other hand to wipe a bit of moisture from his eyes. "Phillip, Phillip, Phillip." She shook her head in a condescending way, making tsking sounds with her tongue. "What are Mommy and I going to do with you? Didn't you promise to be a good boy from now on?"
She patted his cheek and gave the pink ring of the pacifier a playful tug, as it to confirm that it was being held firmly in Phillip’s mouth by the taut pink rubber strap.
Phillip was acutely aware of Dr. Davenport's fingers tilting his chin upwards and Her face looming over him, her eyes twinkling as she continued to shake her head and click her tongue. He desperately tried to calm himself and stop panting, and could only blink his eyes stupidly in response.
"Now why did you get so fussy when I mentioned calling your school nurse? Are you embarrassed about using your device at school?" Phillip nodded his head vigorously up and down, his cheeks blowing out as he suc-ked the pacifier harder in his haste to answer in the affirmative.
Dr. Davenport smiled and shook her head, looking at Phillip like he was mentally deficient. "Why are you such a silly boy!! Of course we can make other arrangements!!! Dr. Davenport gave his cheek a final pat before get back behind her desk and picking up the phone. "Now who was a silly billy, or should I say a Silly Philly? Hmmmm?" Dr. Davenport looked at him with amused expectancy. Phillip was so relieved that he tried to point to himself, forgetting about his hand restraints, and poked himself in the center of his bib with a pink ball.
Dr. Davenport laughed. "That's right, you are a Silly Philly!!" She laughed again and then dialed the phone. She began speaking in a low voice for a few minutes. Phillip's mother finally released his shoulders and sat back down next to him. Her glare was withering.
"Just wait until I get you home Master Phillip!! Acting out like a spoiled baby!!" Phillip was beside himself. He looked at his mother with pleading eyes, and tried to form words, but nothing but sputtering sounds came out from behind the pink heart-shaped guard of the pacifier that pressed against his lips.
"Not another word!! You just sit there in your bib and suc-k on your binky like the baby you are!!!" Phillip was cut to the quick. Binky?!!! How could she!! His thoughts were broken by Dr. Davenport hanging up the phone.
"It's all been settled. I spoke to the school nurse and the principal. I'll be faxing over some doc-uments this afternoon. Phillip's school has agreed that he can he home-schooled while his treatments are on going to avoid any unnecessary embarrassment to Phillip. The school will be sending over a packet of materials tomorrow Rita."
Phillip’s mother's frown was instantly replaced by a happy grin. "That's wonderful Dr. Davenport." Phillip felt dizzy by this turn of events. Home schooling? What did that mean?
"Yes, Rita it's really ideal. This way you can supervise little Phillip's treatments on a 24 hour basis and report any problems to me."
"I couldn't agree more Doctor!! And after the way Phillip behaved today, I can see I must start taking a much firmer hand with him!!"
Phillip's relief at avoiding his schoolmates with his "device" was quickly replaced by intense trepidation. What had he gotten himself into now? He had never seen Mother so angry or determined.
"Yes Rita, I do believe that closer supervision will help little Phillip enormously. Hmmmm, I'll tell you what. Just to be on the safe side, why don't you bring him by tomorrow afternoon for a follow-up."
Phillip frowned. Another trip to the doctor's? Why?!! Was he going to be spending his whole life here? Phillip's mother was again thanking the doctor and assuring her they would be happy to come. Dr Davenport came around and took Phillip’s arm and gestured for his mother to take his other arm. They lifted him out of his chair and, each of them holding his arm firmly took him out to the reception area Why were they leading him around like this? He could walk perfectly fine!! He looked down in embarrassment as they entered the reception area, and was rewarded with the sight of Dr. Davenport's pointy alligator-skin high heels clicking besides his own feet. Again Phillip's pen-is engorged, to his embarrassment.
The receptionist didn't try to hide her smile this time as the two women escorted Phillip into the reception area. They deposited Phillip in a chair directly in front of her desk.
"Now then little Phillip, I have some things to discuss with your mother. Be a good boy and stayed glued to your seat!!!" Dr. Davenport laughed and escorted Phillip's mother back into her office, closing the door. Phillip stared into his lap in intense embarrassment, acutely aware of the sweaty pink balls restraining his hands, the oversized bib tied itchily around his neck by the satin ribbon and the heart-shaped guard and ring of the pink plastic pacifier, strapped firmly into his mouth.
The receptionist called out to him. "My my look at you!!" Phillip lifted his head slightly and saw the amused look on the young woman's face. "Looks like you traded in you white binky for a pink one!!! And what a pretty bib and mittens!!" She laughed. Phillip felt hot anger rising inside him. He began to rise out of his seat but then remembered Dr. Davenport's last words to him. He sat back down.
"Tsk tsk tsk, somebody was supposed to keep his bottom glued to his seat!!!" The receptionist looked at him with unrestrained glee.
What was she talking about, he hadn't gotten out of the seat? He had barely lifted his bottom an inch!!
The receptionist could see the waves of fear moving across Phillip's face.
"I'd hate to have to tell Dr. Davenport that you were a naughty little boy."
She then ran her eyes over the pink accessories. "Or should I say naughty little girl?" She laughed as Phillip's face flushed crimson.
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Phillip squirmed in his chair, sweat beading on his forehead. Inside the pink balls his hands sweated uncomfortably. His cheeks worked rhythmically on the new pacifier. He could feel that it was thicker and a bit longer than his first one, and his mouth was getting used to it all over again, resulting in unintentional slurping and suc-king sounds, much to the laughing amusement of Dr. Davenport's receptionist. She was on the phone now, and was talking about him!!!!!! "Yes, 16 years old and suc-king on a baby's dummy. In pink mittens and a bib no less!!! Oh his treatments are just starting. He'll be back tomorrow!!!" She laughed, staring directly into Phillip's eyes. He cast his eyes downward once again, feeling the hot flush course through his cheeks and ears.
Phillip heard the sound of the door opening behind him. Oh no!!!!! He had been dreading the idea that more patients might arrive while he was sitting in the waiting area.
Phillip froze. It was worse than he possibly could have imagined. As the woman approached the desk he could see it was the mother of Brenda Swenson, one of the girls in his class, who happened to be a notorious loudmouth and gossip. Phillip prayed that she wouldn't recognize him.
Mrs. Swenson stopped when she saw Phillip. Her eyes took in the large pink dummy strapped in place, the pink bib and the bizarre hand restraints. Phillip's head was tilted straight downwards, his eyes locked on the pink ball mittens that rested in his lap.
"Hello Mrs. Swenson!!! Oh I see you've noticed Phillip!!! That's Mrs. Lockhart’s boy. I think he's a classmate of your daughter Brenda!" The receptionist couldn't disguise the glee in her voice as she quickly volunteered this information.
Without meaning to Phillip let out a snorting squeak of frustration that sprayed saliva onto the front of his bib. Brenda's mother looked down at him with an incredulous smile.
"Yes, the poor thing was so embarrassed when Doctor prescribed his new equipment that his Mother is going to start home schooling him."
Phillip wanted to crawl into a hole. Brenda's mother leaned down and patted his cheek where it bulged out from the pacifier. "There there dear. Don't be ashamed!! I'm sure Dr. Davenport and your Mummy know what's best for you!! I'll be sure to tell Brenda that I saw you in case you need any help getting your schoolwork."
Phillip began violently shaking his head from side to side just as Dr. Davenport's door opened and his Mother and the doctor walked in.
Phillip looked up. His Mother seemed to have calmed down considerably. In fact, he didn't like the satisfied smile on her lips and the steely determination in her eyes. In her hand was a paper shopping bag, in addition to her pocketbook.
The two women joined Mrs. Swenson standing over Phillip.
"How do you do, I'm Phillip's Mother, Rita Lockhart." The two women shook hands.
"So nice to meet you!! I'm Roberta Swenson. I've just been talking to your son, he's a classmate of my daughter Brenda."
Phillip's Mother's face lit up. "How nice. You and your daughter should come to our house for tea sometime! Little Phillip is going to begin his home schooling tomorrow so I'm afraid he'll be seeing less of his schoolmates for the time being."
Phillip started to feel dizzy. He tried to clutch the sides of his chair but the slick pink balls just slid off ineffectually. He couldn't let Brenda Swenson see him like this!!! She was a notorious gossip. It would be all over school within an hour's time!!!
"Oh that sounds wonderful, I'll be sure to give you a call."
Dr. Davenport reached down and gave the ring of Phillip’s pacifier a playful wag, then pinched the end of his nose and patted his cheek. "Now then, we will see you both tomorrow!! And try not to be such a Silly Philly!!" The three other women in the room quickly joined her laughter.
Phillip's Mother took him firmly by the elbow and lifted him from his chair. Her nails dug into his upper arm painfully, and She pulled him close to her side. "Now then Phillip, thank Dr. Davenport for helping you with your problem."
Phillip's face burned under the watchful eye of all four women. "Thffpkank You Dftr. Davvvffnpport” The words spluttered against the wet rubber of the pacifier.
"You're welcome Little Phillip!!" Her eyes sparkled and once again Phillip saw her wink. "We'll see you tomorrow. I just know your Mommy is going to give me a glowing report on how cooperative you were!!"
With that Phillip's mother steered him to the door and out to the car. She didn't say a word, but Phillip could feel the tension in her vice-like grip. She put him into the back seat and strapped on his seat belt. She got into the driver's seat and started up the car. Phillip sat with his bicep throbbing where his Mother had been gripping it, unable to do anything but rub the shiny pink ball encasing his hand against it.
Once his Mother had pulled into traffic she finally began to speak.
"Your behavior today was appalling Phillip. Acting like a great big fussy baby." She didn't even look at him. "If little Phillip is going to act like a baby than you're going to be treated like a baby? Do you understand what Mommy is saying?"
Phillip wanted to argue but hadn't seen his Mother this angry in a long time. He just shook his head yes. He could see his Mother glare at him in the rearview mirror.
"Mommy is not so sure that you do. Well actions speak louder than words. You have 24 hours. If you do EXACTLY as you are told, with no hemming or hawing or argument or fussing or hesitation of ANY kind, then
Dr. Davenport will get a good report! If not, Mommy will tell Doctor that you've been naughty and uncooperative!" His Mother's face softened and he could see her smile in the rearview. "Dr. Davenport gave Mommy lots of advice concerning your treatment!! And she told me that if the strap and mittens don't cure your problem behavior, there's lots of additional measure that can be taken!!" Her smile seemed to become smugger as she thought about these undisclosed "measures." Phillip looked down at the bib and mittens. How could things get worse than this?
Finally they were home. Phillip's mother took him to his room and started undressing him. Phillip wanted to protest but his Mother's speech was fresh in his mind. Okay. All he had to do was be completely cooperative for one day. Just make it to tomorrow and get a good report from Mother so that Dr. Davenport would ease up on his treatment and stop scheduling follow up appointments. Get a few days alone with Mother. Convince her that things were getting out of hand. Phillip stood silently as his Mother, with a pointed look at him, removed first one and then the other hand restraint. His hands felt cool in the air and he wiggled his fingers gratefully.
Phillip's mother removed the bib, and then his suit, putting it back on the hanger. Phillip made sure to stand quietly. She removed a pair of pajamas from his drawer. Again Phillip wanted to say something. It was barely lunchtime! His newly freed hands clenched into fists, but he quickly unclenched them.
Be cooperative.
Phillip's mother helped him into the pajamas. She then picked up one of the pink balls and held it in front of him. She was watching him intently for any sign of resistance. Phillip slid his hand into the pink ball. The squishy inner lining was still damp, as it gripped his clenched fingers snugly. Mother pulled the laces tight and tied a double bow with a flourish. She repeated the process on his right hand. Then came a fresh bib, tied smartly around his neck in a large bow. She smoothed the front of the bib against his pajama top with obvious satisfaction. All the while Phillip had continued to suc-k his pacifier. It had been in continuously since after breakfast, and Phillip's jaw was again sore. But he didn't dare ask when it might be removed.
Phillip's Mother pulled down his sheet and comforter and fluffed up his pillows. She pointed to the bed. Phillip got in, sitting up against the pillows. His Mother tucked the blankets in smartly, pinning him in at the waist. She then left the room for a few minutes. Phillip sat in the bed suc-king the pacifier. When she returned she had a large glass filled to the brim with fruit juice. Mother placed it on the nightstand. She then took hold of Phillip's strap and eased it off the hook of the pacifier. The pressure pushing it into his mouth finally ceased. Mother took the ring and slowly pulled it out of Phillip's mouth, and it gleamed wetly as she placed it on the nightstand. Phillip wiggled his jaw back and forth. The feeling of relief was exquisite.
His Mother placing the rim of the glass against his lips broke Phillip’s reverie. He took the rim between his lips just as Mother started to tip the glass. The cold sweet liquid flowed into this mouth. It was refreshing at first, but was a bit more than he would have wanted. Mother held the back of his neck as she continued to tilt the glass until Phillip had drained it of every drop. Phillip licked his lips as she placed the empty glass back on the nightstand.
But then she picked up the pacifier again. Phillip's eyes darted to hers with a brief pleading glance. No, it couldn't be time! Phillip could see Mother's eyebrow begin to rise. He quickly opened his mouth wide.
Mother slid the pacifier back into his mouth until the "V" of the heart-shaped guard was once again nestled against the bottom of his nose. She pulled the strap into place and hooked it securely, and once again the rubber shaft was pressing deeply into Phillip's mouth.
Mother smiled. She sat on the bed and smoothed the comforter over Phillip's chest and tummy. "Now then. Mommy is pleased with your behavior so far Phillip dearest. But you must be punished for your earlier behavior. So you'll stay in bed and suc-k your binky until lunchtime.
With that, his Mother got up and left, closing the door behind her.
Phillp lay in bed with his hands encased in their pink spherical prisons. There was nothing to do but suc-k.
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Phillip felt like he was in a fog. There was a strange throbbing feeling, but it felt far away. A large shiny high-heeled shoe loomed into Phillip's field of vision. It seemed too large, but Phillip recognized it immediately -- Dr. Davenport's. Suddenly she had him by the hands and was placing over her shoe like she was going to give him a "horsey ride." That was impossible, he was too big for that!!! But the shoe seemed enormous, his crotch was nestled in the instep of Dr. Davenport's foot and the pointy toe of the shoe seemed to curl up between his legs until it was nestled in his bum crack. He tried to pull his hands away but she had him in an unyielding grip. The throbbing began to grow more intense, and was coming from between his legs where he was so firmly settled on Dr. Davenport' shoe. She looked down and started to laugh at him. "What a Silly Philly!!!" The throbbing between Phillip's legs became more acute, like a magnifying glass was focusing it into a tiny concentrated spot.
"Oooooo Mommy, the big baby is waking up!!!!" a shrill voice pierced Phillip's fuzzy mind. Dr. Davenport and her shoe melted away. A strange woman's face was looming over Phillip. He realized he was still in his bed, with his blankets tucked in tightly up to his chin. His arms were pinned under the blankets, and now that his hands were rendered useless in the pink mittens, he couldn't work up the leverage to free himself. The saliva was running straight down the back of his throat as his lips tightly gripped the shaft of his pacifier. Phillip looked to the side and the ring of his pacifier bumped against a pink plushy toy that was under the covers up to its next right next to him.
The woman leaned forward, and placed her palm on the quilts directly over Phillip's crotch. Suddenly Phillip realized what the throbbing was. He desperately needed to relieve himself, and now the woman was pressing on his bladder!!!
"Mpppppppfffffffff!!!!!!!!" Phillip's voice croaked unintelligibly when he tried to speak. He had forgotten about the pacifier and his words made no sense.
"What is it dear?" The woman leaned closer and pressed even harder. To Phillip's horror, he began to wet himself. Once it started he couldn't stop. His bladder was bursting, and Phillip was beside himself as he felt like he was having possibly the longest pee of his life.
"The big baby is wetting the bed!!!!!!" The shrill shriek pierced Phillip's skull. He finally realized who it was -- the neighbor Mrs. Hastings and her bratty daughter Prunella!! What in blazes were they doing here!!!!!!! Where was his Mother? What was going on!!! Prunella was dressed, as always, in a fancy frock, stockings, and dress shoes. She was a "pageant princess" and insisted on wearing her fancy frocks everywhere. Her Mother doted on her. "Oh Mummy look, it really is a baby it needs diapers!!!" The little girl laughed with glee. Then she looked right at Phillip.
"Give Pinky Bear a nice kiss with your binky baby!!!!!!" Phillip looked at her with loathing, but the huge wet stain that was soaking into his sheets made him forget about Prunella. He had to get out of this bed!!! He writhed and wriggled feebly, the exertion causing him to make loud involuntary suc-king sounds as he panted around his pacifier.
Just then the door of the room opened. His Mother walked in carrying a load of packages.
"Oh Rita, he's wet himself I'm afraid? Slept like a baby the whole time you were gone, just suc-king on his dummy with a smile on his face. But then he starts thrashing about under the covers and when I went to check on him, out came the waterworks!"
Phillip's Mother came and stood directly over him. With one hand she grabbed the blankets and pulled them down with one hard yank. Phillip was completely exposed; the large wet stain on the front of his pajamas had spread to his chest and knees. He lay in an even bigger wet spot that was centered under his wet pajama clad bum.
Phillip looked at his Mother with pleading eyes!!!!!! No, this wasn't his fault!!! He tried to say something and managed to spray saliva onto the front of his bib. His frustration became so great that he could feel tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He banged the pink balls of his fist against the mattress. No!!! He was not going to start bawling!!
His Mother put a warning finger to her own lips. Phillip forced himself to calm down. He had to make her see that this was not his fault!
His Mother turned and thanked Mrs. Hastings for "babysitting." The word made Phillip's ears burn as he lay there forlornly in his sopping pajamas and bed, suc-king his pacifier.
"No trouble at all Rita, anytime!! Prunella loved it, she even gave her teddy bear to dear Phillip!"
"Yes, baby must kiss Pinky Bear hello!!" Phillip looked next to him where a large pink teddy bear lay, with plush fur and pink satin belly.
"You heard Prunella darling." His Mother was looking at him pointedly. Phillip, still breathing heavily, turned and looked at the bear. He quickly touched the ring of his pacifier to the bear's side and pulled away.
"Baby loves Pinky Bear!!" Prunella shrieked with delight and clapped her hands. "Can we watch baby's nappies get change Mummy?" Phillip couldn't believe what was coming out of the obnoxious little girl's mouth.
"Don't be silly Prunella. Phillip's Mommy is here now and we are gong home." She gathered Prunella's remaining toys and handed the little girl a pink patent pocketbook. "Please call anytime Rita, I mean that."
Phillip's mother assured Mrs. Hastings that she would and the pair finally left, Prunella's yammering away about the "big baby" as the door closed.
Phillip's mother came back over. She looked at Phillip and pointed at the floor in front of her. Phillip finally got out of the sopping wet bed and stood where his Mother indicated. His pajama pants drooped from the heavy wetness of the material. Inside his underpants were soaked and falling off his waist.
Phillip's Mother didn't say a word to him. She removed the hand restraints and bib, and peeled off the wet pajamas until he was naked. He put his hands in front of himself ashamed. His Mother slapped the hands away. He kept them at his sides, his fingers prickly, as he was able to move them again for the first time in so long. Suddenly Phillip's mother hooked her finger into the ring of the pacifier and started to march Phillip toward the bathroom. He almost tripped as he struggled to keep up with her. He had never felt so humiliated.
She ran the bath, then took out a box of her bubble bath and poured it in. The perfume blasted into Phillip's nostrils. She added some bath oils with their own strong flowery fragrances. As the steam filled the room, Phillip's Mother started smearing a white cream all over him. As she slathered it all over him, he felt a hot almost burning sensation. Her stern glance told him to stand still and not to complain. He suc-ked furtively on his pacifier. Just when it got almost unbearable, his Mother directed him into the bubble bath. The scented oily water seemed to permeate his skin. His Mother left the room. He soaked for what seemed to be a long time. He could hear activity in the next room.
His Mother returned. Taking a washcloth, she began to scrub him vigorously. He couldn't remember the last time she'd bathed him but she acted as if it had been yesterday. She scrubbed him from head to toe, behind the tears, and just took his pen-is and balls in the soapy washcloth and squeezed and scrubbed them. He became semi-engorged to his intense embarrassment, but his Mother seemed to take no notice. She applied more soap to the washcloth and got a nice lather up. She wound the soapy washcloth around her manicured finger.
"Now I'll have to get my nails done again." It was the first thing she had and it wasn't directed at Phillip. Next thing Phillip knew she was cleaning his bum briskly, pressing deep into his crack. The soapy washcloth covered finger pressed against his rosebud until it poked inside. Phillip's mother turned it like a corkscrew. Phillip let a whimper of protest escape from around the shaft of his pacifier.
"Stop fussing!" His Mother just probed more deeply with the slippery washcloth, as if to emphasize that she was going to do exactly as she pleased from now on and nothing he did or said was going to change a thing.
Finally the bath was over. Mother rinsed him with a pail as he stood there. His skin felt odd. He tingled all over. Could the bath oil have softened his skin this much? Suddenly he realized that he didn't have a single hair on his body anymore. He had never had much hair, but now his privates were smoother than they had been since he was a little boy. As he looked down in disbelief, his Mother toweled him dry roughly. She took him by the hand and led him back to his bedroom. His bed was gone.
"The mattress is ruined. You'll sleep with Mommy tonight." What? He stared up at her with disbelief as she led him by the hand to her own bedroom. There was a towel on the foot of her king sized bed.
"Lie down on the towel. On your back." He did so with trepidation. The shrill voice of Prunella echoed in his ears. Baby. Nappy. Change. No, it couldn't be.
His mother started thickly smearing an ointment over his now smooth hairless bum. It felt cold and slick. She worked it over his pen-is and balls, making him squirm. Then she picked up a can. The strong talc smell of baby powder filled his nostrils as she liberally sprinkled it over his now sticky bum. Baby powder? Oh god, no . . .
"See what happens when you start acting like a big fussy baby?" His Mother shook out a cloth nappy right in his face. No!! He began suc-king frantically on his pacifier.
"A bed wetter!!!!! Well you're not going to ruin any more mattresses, oh no!!! Mommy has better things to do than wash sheets!!! When Dr. Davenport gave me these diapers and plastic panties I assured her that my Phillip was not a bedwetting little baby!!! But she obviously knew something that I didn't." His Mother lifted his legs and thrust the diaper under his bum.
"You're gong to be in diapers from now on until you prove you can be trusted to go to the loo like a big boy, do you understand!" She took out an oversized safety pin with a pink plastic bunny on the head and pinned the clothe diaper in place on one side, then pulled out another and repeated the process on the other side. She went back and forth a couple of times, re-pinning the diaper until it was snug against his skin.
She picked up a translucent pink plastic diaper cover with elastic around the waist and leg openings. It crackled noisily as She pulled his feet through the holes. She pulled then up snugly over the diaper, making sure the cloth was completely inside the elastic openings.
"Luckily one of the things I ran out to by was more pajamas for you, since you're going to be staying at home for the time being. I picked out one as a "punishment pajama" just in case, but I'm taking the rest back and getting you 5 more pairs like this!"
She forced his legs into a woolly pink pajama. His feet were encased with pads underneath them. She pulled his arms through the sleeves, and zipped it up the back. It was a one-piece "footy" pajama!! Before he knew what was happening Mother had pulled on the first hand restraint and was lacing it tight. Soon its twin was in place. Mother took fresh bib and tied it around his neck.
"Now then, time for beddy-byes." She helped him into her bed and pulled the covers up to his chest. Watching him with a satisfied expression, she got ready for bed, coming back in a gauzy teal nightgown with matching robe. Removing the robe, she got into bed besides him.
"There we are, snug as a bug in a rug. Now say nite nite to Mommy."
He looked at triumphant smile on her face, and felt his body encased in the thick diaper, plastic pants, and baby's footy pajama. What else could he do?
"Nfft nfft Mommmeeef” The drool trickled from his pacifier to his fresh bib.
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Phillip couldn't seem to catch his breath. He couldn't remember the last time he taken his binky out of his mouth for more than a few seconds. He realized uncomfortably that he was hardly aware of it anymore. But that wasn't his fault!! There were so many new sensations bombarding his body from every angle that they pushed every thought out of his head. His pen-is had stiffened in the thick coating of cream and babypowder, and was nestled deeply in the thick soft cotton of his diaper. It was hot and moist, as the crackling pink plastic panties trapped all the moisture in with alarming efficiency. His toes wiggled uselessly inside the padded feet of his pink woolen footy pajamas. He felt an itch on his leg, and when he tried to scratch it, the smooth padded pink ball that encased his hand snugly rubbed ineffectually against the pink woolen pajama leg. Suddenly, even though it should have been obvious. the full weight of his predicament fell on Phillip like a massive weight pinning his chest to Mommy's bed. He had lost complete control over his own body. He couldn't scratch his leg. He couldn't touch himself anywhere. He couldn't take off a single article of clothing that he was wearing. Not even the oversized bib, the pink ribbon of which was tickling the back of his neck right where the big bow was knotted tightly. He squirmed uncomfortably, his lips panting for air as they pressed against the smooth plastic guard of his binky. He thrashed his arms. His frustration became so acute that before he could stop himself he began to sob. Tears rolled down his cheeks and onto his bib. No, no!! It was true!!!!!!! He was a big crybaby!!!!! His pajama encased body was wracked with sobs. Mommy took him in her arms and pulled him close. She pulled his head into the perfumed cleavage of her bosom.
"There, there precious!!!!!!!!!!! Mommy loves Her Baby Phillip. There, there sweetums. Mommy is here. Mommy will make everything better. Hush baby, don't cry. Don't worry about wetting your bed, Mommy knows what a good baby you are. There there, Mommy loves her baby . . ."
She was prattling to him in a condescending tone, but the soothing sound of Mommy's voice filled him as she caressed his hair and let the ring of his binky nestle against her breasts. He began to breathe more evenly. She continued to whisper to him, soothing him, until his breathing had finally stilled.
"Now let's see a nice smile for Mommy, hmmmmmm?" Phillip looked up at Mommy's face. She looked uncommonly pleased. But Phillip felt a sharp pang in his stomach. He suddenly couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten. Had it been breakfast? He realized he was starving. The humiliation of waking up completely disoriented and wetting his bed in front of his neighbors, of being scolded in a soaking wet pajama, of being bathed and then diapered and put in pink baby pajamas had crowded out everything else. How could it be night time? How long had he been sleeping? He remembered how Mrs. Hastings had said he had suc-k his binky with a smile on his face and his face flushed.
"No smile for Mommy? Tsk tsk tsk!" Mommy make an exaggerated frown and clicked her tongue.
Phillip's stomach rumbled and he tried to point to it with the pink ball.
"Oh, silly Mommy!!!" His Mother looked at him like she understood exactly what he was thinking, got up from the bed and left the room.
Phillip waited, suc-king furtively on his binky. He hoped Mommy was fixing him a big sandwich. He realized with a start that he had started calling her Mommy in his thoughts. He hadn't done that since he was little.
Just then Mommy breezed back into the room. She held an oversized baby bottle full of red fruit juice in one hand, and the pink teddy bear in the other.
"Baby was so clever to remember that he hadn't had his medicine!" Before he knew what was happening she had tucked Pinky Bear into the crook of his pajamed arm. Before he could react to the bear he looked at her with alarm. Medicine?!!! But the worst thing was that his hunger pangs were suddenly replaced by an enormous thirst. His throat felt so dry from the constant suc-king. The cold juice was forming condensation on the outside of the baby bottle. But why a bottle!!!
Mommy was unhooking the strap from behind his pacifier and he felt the pressure suddenly release. Mommy crooked her polished fingernail into the ring and pulled out the binky with an audible pop. Phillip's mouth, empty for the first time in ages, felt a blast of cold air. But before he could really savor it Mommy had stuffed the rubber teat of the bottle deep into his surprised lips and the juice began to flow down his throat. She tilted it more steeply and the juice was pouring out even faster. Phillip instinctively struggled to swallow the sweet liquid. But long after his thirst had been quenched the juice continued to pour into his slurping and suc-king lips. His bib was stained with an estuary of deep magenta. Mommy had pulled him firmly into the crook of her arm and was obviously determined that he drain the bottle.
Finally the nipple made a spluttering sound as the last few drops of the juice was suc-ked out by Phillip. Mommy removed the bottle and firmly pulled Phillip close, making the plastic panties snap and pop inside his pjs. She firmly patted him on the back of his pajamas. To Phillip's embarrassment, a loud burp belched from between his lips.
"Such a good little baby!!" Mommy pushed him back down against the pillows and reach for the binky and its strap.
"Mommy, please!!! Mommy stopped, the pacifier held in her manicured fingers. She looked pleased by his choice of name. Phillip was desperate to be heard before his mouth was once again tightly plugged.
"I, that is, Mommy, I'm starved to death!! How did I sleep the whole day?! I think Dr. Davenport's medicine . . ."
"Hush, silly goose." Mommy shook her head and smiled at him like he was mentally deficient. "Baby Phillip needs his naps. It's part of your therapy, precious." Now her expression changed. "But a naughty little baby wet himself today, and that means bedtime with no supper!!!" Mommy's face softened. "Mommy knows baby feels all rumbly tumbly in your tummy, but Baby Phillip can snuggle with Mommy tonight, and tommorow, if you're a good little baby, Mommy will fix you a nice big brekkie!"
Phillip was already feeling a little woozy. Perhaps a good night's sleep would make him feel better. His vision felt a little fuzzy. Suddenly something pink loomed into his field of vision.
"Open wide for Mommy!!" Phillip wanted to ask a question, but just as his lips began to part the bulbous tip of the pacifier was spreading them wide, and then it had slid past them to the back of his throat. As his lips instinctively formed their "O" around the shaft, Mommy hooked on the elastic strap and the guard was once again mashed against his suc-king lips. His groin felt hot and sticky despite all baby powder that was wafting its strong scent from underneath Phillip's jammies. Mommy pushed his head down onto the pillows. Before he could protest the covers were being drawn up. Mommy tucked Pinky Bear in the crook of Phillip's arm.
He turned in surprise, and his pacifier ring happened to press directly against the smiling lips of the bear.
"Kiss Pinky Bear goodnight baby!!!!!" He could almost hear Prunella's excited shriek in his head. Pinky Bear, inches from his suc-king face, just stared at him and smiled happily.
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Even as Phillip turned in disgust from the grinning pink bear, his head began to feel woozy. He absentmindedly slurped as his straining lips shifted position around the slick shaft of the omnipresent binky, sending a few new flecks of saliva onto his bib. His vision seemed blurry. Mommy's face loomed over him. Even through the haze, he could see the smugly satisfied smile on Mommy's crimson lips. Her milky hand was suddenly inches from his nose, the overhead light reflecting the lacquer on Mommy's long oval nails. She took the ring of his binky in her fingers and playfully wagged it, causing Phillip's lips to splutter.
"Good night Angel." The blurry lips gathered into a pucker and Phillip could hear a loud kissing sound.
"Now blow a kiss for Mommy." Phillip's lips were mashed against the heart shaped plastic guard of his binky. As his mind sunk further into fog, he remembered how important it was to try to cooperate with Mommy. He puckered his lips as best he could and kissed the smooth plastic while his mouth gripped the rubber shaft.
Mommy's laughter signaled her approval. "Mommy is going to want a binky kiss every night from now on!" This last sentence was the last thing Phillip heard before he drifted into a deep sleep.
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The first thing Phillip was aware of was heat on the backs of his eyelids. First heat, then an inkling of light. The light was red, and it grew brighter as the heat grew stronger. Phillip felt like his brain was floating in a vat of thick soup. Thick hot soup. Phillip became aware that he was bathed in sweat, and then became aware that he couldn't move a muscle. Well. That wasn't exactly true. It seemed his cheek muscles were moving of their own accord. suc-k. suc-k. suc-k. In a perfect lazy rhythm. Phillip felt a fat drop of sweat trickle down his forehead, onto his ear, until it hung from his earlobe. The hot red glare intensified until he realized his eyes were closed in a brightly lit room. He peeled one eye open a filmy crack, and the bright sunlight stabbed through the window of Mommy's room directly into his face. The curtains had been opened wide, and all the lights were on in the room as well. It took Phillip's eyes a long time to adjust to the bright glare. All the while he could feel his jaw muscles drawing the binky deeper into his mouth and then pushing it forward again, over and over. They were still the only muscles that were working in his body and he could only push himself to suc-k harder, in an effort to shake himself out of his torpor. His lips began to make loud smacking and spluttering sounds as he suc-kled his binky more vigorously. He struggled to even find his toes or his fingers. Finally he emerged into consciousness. He was laying face up in Mommy's bed, the satin quilt and sheets pulled up tightly under his chin. He glanced to the side and saw that Pinky Bear was laying face up, also tucked up to his chin, right beside him. He was in the pink woolly footy pajama that Mommy had put him in, and his hands were deep inside their fat pink vinyl spheres. The combination of the mittens, pajama feet and the tightly tucked bedding had caused his arms and legs to fall asleep. He desperately tried to move. And of course he was thickly diapered in waterproof plastic panties. When he remembered this, he felt a heavy soddeness clinging moistly to his hips and groin. No. He couldn't have. Not again.
The bedroom door abruptly opened and Phillip heard the click of heels against the floorboards.
"Well! Did Mommy's sleepyhead finally wake up?" Phillip's Mommy came and sat on the edge of the bed. She waggled the ring of his binky.
"Mommy thought her little Angel couldn't wait for brekky num-nums!" She laughed gaily. Mommy was dressed in an elegant
tailored suit, with a silk blouse, seamed stockings, and sling-back heels. Her hair and make-up were done and she held her hand out to admire her own nails, to which she seemed to have applied a fresh coat of varnish. Phillip got the impression that she had been up for hours. The grumbles began again in earnest from Phillip's tummy. He was more famished than ever.
Phillip tried to violently shake himself, and finally managed to wiggle his extremities a bit.
His mother observed his struggles with amusement, and laughed. She then took hold of the covers and yanked them free. Reaching over, she placed her hand directly on the crotch of Phillip's bulging pajamas. Phillip squealed with embarassment, spraying saliva on his thoroughly drenched bib. Phillip looked down in horror as Mommy's thumb curled around the front of his crotch and her four fingers dug into the diapered crack of his bum. The pink plastic panties crinkled noisily and Phillip could feel the thoroughly soaked diapers press deeper into his bumcrack and press more heavily against his pen-is which was stiffening from the pressure of Mommy's thumb. Phillip's cheeks flushed crimson as he watch the light reflect off of Mommy's gleaming thumbnail.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk!" Mommy was shaking her head with exasperation. "Soaked though!!! It's a good thing Mommy had the sense to diaper you last night! I can't wait to thank Dr. Davenport for supplying me with diapers!! Here I thought she was being overly cautious!"
Phillip felt sweaty and flushed in his pajama prison. He began pounding the mattress with the balls on his hands and kicking his pajamed feet. He was aware that his lips were chapped from a long night and morning to being mashed against the plastic binky guard and his constant suc-king. It dawned on him that Mommy had left his binky in the entire time. Even as these thoughts cleared a bit more of the fuzz from his head, he took no notice of the fact that he continued to nurse the binky like a seasoned infant.
"Now, now!! No temper tantrums!!! You've only yourself to blame. Mommy didn't wet herself, Baby Phillip did!!! Mommy renewed her grip on his crotch and squeezed even harder. "Little Miss Peepants!" Phillip moaned with frustration even as his newly hairless pen-is pushed even more stiffly into the sodden diaper. Phillip watched Mommy's manicured thumb close like sharp pincers on his bulging crotch, and he was horrified that Mommy might feel his shame and it struggled against the thick wet diapers, crinkling plastic, and the heavy pink wool of the pajamas.
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Mommy released Phillip and walked purposefully over to her bathroom. Phillip could hear the water begin to fill the tub. Mommy's heels clicked back to the bed. She had put a full-bibbed white apron on over her dress. She began loosening one of his hand restraints. It came off and Mommy untied and removed its twin. Phillip's fingers felt numb as he began to wiggle them feebly. She removed his soaked bib and began to unfasten the back of the pajamas. Phillip could only suc-k his binky noisily and watch her. She pulled his arms out of the sleeves and peeled it down his sweat-soaked legs. The pink plastic panty crinkled noisily as the pajama passed over it. The air felt cool to Phillip's moist and suddenly bare skin. Mommy took his hand firmly and swung his feet to the floor. It felt like tiny pin pricks were assaulting his legs and she pulled him to his feet and onto his wobbly legs. The uncomfortable tingles in his legs made him wince, causing a series of slobbery slurps on the binky.
Mommy led him by the hand to the bathroom. When he was standing on the cold tlle floor, she hooked her finger into the waistband of his plastic panties and began to tug them down his legs. Once they cleared the soaked diaper they fell to his ankles. The sodden diaper began drooping even further off of Phillip's smooth hairless hips. Mommy unfastened the pink headed safety pins and it fell to the floor with a loud plop. Mommy took his hand and guided him into the tub, which was already frothing with foamy perfumed suds. Phillip eased into the flowery smelling and slightly oily water
Mommy began clicking her tongue with disapproval as she placed the diaper and panties into a hamper.
"Looks like you're going to need a double diaper to get you through the night Phillip. Thank goodness those plastic panties kept their seal! I'll not having you ruin another mattress."
Phillip looked over at her with pleading eyes. She dismissed his silent pleas.
"If you make a peep it will be a triple diaper, do you understand? Mommy expects complete cooperation from you. I'm going to talk to Dr. Davenport about this, you can be sure."
Phillip quailed The mention of Dr. Davenport reminded him that they were to pay her yet another visit!
Mommy clicked between the kitchen and the bathroom. She knelt by the tub and insisted on shampooing his hair and washing him thoroughly with a soapy wsshcloth. He was once again humiliated as Mommy worked the washcloth up his bum crack and wrapped it around his balls and pen-is. He was stiffening as she squeezed it in the soapy washcloth.
"Can't you control anythiing Phillip? You are determined to act like a helpless baby, aren't you?"
What was she talking about!! When Phillip became frustrated or upset, it just made him suc-k harder on his binky.
Mommy toweled him dry and led him back into the bedroom. There was a towel laid on the bed, and everything necessary to diaper Phillip. Phillip spasmed at the sight.
"Come along, no dilly dallying!" Before he knew it Mommy was slathering ointment all over his privates and working it into his bum. This was followed by a very liberal dusting of baby powder, from his nipples down to his knees. Mommy fastened up the thick cloth diaper with the juvenile oversized safety pins. She picked up a second one.
"I should double diaper you during the day, because you made such a fuss." Phillip gave her a pleading look and suc-ked more frantically on his binky. "Well, we'll see if you can control yourself. She put down the second diaper and pulled on a new pair of the pink plastic panties. As he suc-ked, Phillip looked down at the bulging combination. How could he ever wear two diapers?
Mommy was flapping out the pink pajamas.
"There was no peepee on your jammies fortunately, they were just damp with sweat. Mommy freshened it up in the dryer and it dry and toasty warm!" Mommy began to bring his feet into the padded feet of the pajamas.
Why did he have to put his pajamas back on? By the time this thought had been fully digested his arms were in the sleeves and Mommy was fastening it up the back. Mommy pushed his hand into the hot pinky vinyl ball. Should he resist? He quailed at the thought of what Mommy might do. While the debate was still raging in his head Mommy was already tying on the second hand restraint and finishing it off with a double bow knot. Mommy flapped out a fresh pink bib and tied it snugly at the back of his neck in a satin bow. She reached over and was stuffing Pinky Bear into the crook of his arm, after which she grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm so the pink ball was nestling the stuffed animal against himself. Mommy then took him by the other wrist and led him into the kitchen.
A place was set for him at the kitchen table. Mommy sat him down and clicked over to the stove, put on oven mits, and brought over a pot. Soon she was ladling hot cereal into a very large bow until it was filled to the brim. Phillip's tummy began groaning in earnest. His mouth began to water at the smell of the steaming cereal, causing him to suc-k noisily on his binky. As Phillip's hunger pangs caused him to remain fixated on the cereal bowl, Mommy came back to the table with a baby bottle full of warm milk. She placed it next to the bowl. Phillip stared at her with pleading eyes. He kept glancing down at the bowl and the spoon and back at Mommy. His pink hand restraints twitched slightly as he fought the urge to try and pick up the spoon, which he knew was completely hopeless.
After what seemed like an eternity, Mommy reached over and unhooked Phillip's binky. The strap fell till it was dangling from one side. Mommy grasped the ring firmly and slowly sllid it out of Phillip's bulging lips. She placed the wet binky down on the table.
Phillip felt a profound sense of relief over the mere fact of his empty mouth. His lips came together gratefully. He felt that his mouth was finally at rest.
"Open wide Angel" Mother had a heaping spoon of cereal hovering in front of his mouth. Phillip's momentary sense of relief was replaced by his intense hunger. He quickly re-opened his mouth wide and Mommy shoveled in the spoon. The warm sweet creamy cereal filled his mouth. He didn't care that Mommy was feeding him. He slurped it down eagerly and opened wide for more.
Mommy quickly obliged, shoveling spoon after spoon into his eager mouth. But when his hunger finally began to be sated and he wanted to slow down, Mommy kept up the rapid pace. He tried to keep up but it was no use. Cereal began leaking out of his mouth and dribbling off of his chin and onto his bib.
He knew he musn't protest it almost seemed that Mommy was speeding up instead of slowing down. He had just taken in a full mouthful when the next spoonful was being pressed against his lips.
"Open wide like a good baby Phillip dear." Mommy unceremoniously tilted the spoon and deposited most of the contents so that cereal dripped in a wide circle around his mouth.
Phillip could not stand it any longer.
"Stop it Mommy!"
His mother became furious at his insolence.
"So Baby Phillip thinks he's in charge, does he?" She scooped up an even large heaping spoonful of cereal and mashed it against his nose, cheeks and mouth.
"Baby Phillip is going to learn to do what he's told, do you understand?" She grabbed the hair at the back of his head and pushed his face into the bowl, coating it from forehead to chin. Phillip came up spluttering and coughing. The cereal was in his eyes. He brought his hands to his face, and the pink vinyl balls only succeeded in smearing the cereal around and becoming coated in cereal themselves.
"Now tell Mommy who is in charge."
Phillip sobbed and began crying in earnest.
"M-m-mommy is in charge!" he sobbed as his quivering voice broke.
His Mother took a clean cloth and wiped the cereal from his eyes. He looked at her and sobbed.
"Now then. Open wide for Mommy." Mommy had only cleaned the cereal from his eyes. The rest of his face was still coated.
He opened wide and she shoveled in a spoonful. She went at a slower pace now. Phillip felt very full by now but didn't dare say anything until he had finally forced down the last spoonful.
Mommy got a wet wash cloth and cleaned him thoroughly, including his hand restraints. The bib had caught all of the cereal, and Mommy replaced it with a fresh one, which she seemed to tie on even tighter.
Mommy then picked up the baby bottle and placed it against Phillip's still quivering lips.
He accepted the rubber teat and the milk began to flow. He felt so full, but had to drain the bottle dry until he felt like his stomach was going to explode.
Phillip was still breathing heavy from his meal when Mommy's heels clicked back over to the table. She had the binky, which she had washed, in her hand, along with the pink rubber strap. She reached over and took his chin between her thumb and forefinger, examining his lips.
"Your lips are chapped. We must show Dr. Davenport." Mommy then brought the device to his mouth.
Phillip didn't make a peepl. His lips just quivered plaintively as the thick rubber shaft drew his lips into the perfect "O" that Dr. Davenport so loved. Mommy hooked the strap until it was settled firmly against the back of his head. She picked up Pinky Bear where Phillip had dropped it next to his chair and replaced it in the crook of his arm. Then she got her wallet and keys.
"Time for your appointment with Dr. Davenport."
Mommy took him firmly by the wrist and began walking toward the front door. What?!! Phillip reeled. Did she expect him to leave the house in this getup?!!
"Come along Phillip. No dilly dallying. Mommy already has a long list to go over with Dr. Daveport. Don't be a sillly goose and add to it."
She pulled on his wrist of his hand restraint. Phillip hung his head and meekly followed her. The rhythm of Phillip's suc-king matched that of Mommy's high heels as she clicked him to the front door and opened it.
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Phillip tried to scrunch himself down in the car seat as far as he could. His mother had buckled him into the back seat as usual, but now he had the pink teddy bear tucked under his arm. Every time the car slowed down, Phillip lowered his head so the cars near them could not see him suc-king his binky and holding the smiling Pinky Bear. As they got closer to Dr. Davenport's office, Phillip became increasingly frantic. How could he waddle into that office dressed in a pink footy pajama with a huge diaper bulging underneath! Mommy was humming happily as she steered the car into Dr. Davenport's parking lot. She checked her own reflection in the rear view mirror and reapplied her lipstick, and then glanced back at Phillip in the mirror with a smile of satisfaction. But when Mommy unbuckled Phillip, he shook his head violently and gripped the seat tightly.
"Nooooooooo Mommmy!!" He spluttered the words around his fat binky, drooling onto the bib that protected the top of his jammies.
His Mommy's smile quickly turned to a frown. "You just don't learn, do you Phillip!! You are intent on becoming a fussy spoiled infant!!" His mother took his nearest ear with a steel like grip in her fingers and dug in with the tips of her lacquered talons.
Phillip squealed like stuck pig, losing his grip on the upholstery of the car. His mother pulled firmly on his ear, intensifying the pain, and Phillip continued to squeal he nearly fell, stumbling awkwardly out of the vehicle, almost running in his attempt to lessen the vice-like pincers of Mommy's fingernails on his throbbing red ear. When Phillip dropped Pinky Bear, Mommy quickly stopped, and while maintaining her painful grip on his ear, she reached down and picked up the stuffed animal.
"Don't you dare drop your toy again, do you understand BABY Phillip?" As she emphasized the word "baby", she dug her nails more deeply into his burning ear, taking an even more painful grip on the throbbing flesh. Mommy thrust the bear back into the crook of his arm and he gripped tightly, terrified that it might fall from his arms again. Mommy continued to walk purposefully across the parking lot, and Phillip galloped awkwardly at her side, the pads of his footy pajamas flapping on the asphalt. That was how they entered the waiting room, Mommy leading a humiliated and crying Phillip by his ear.
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Mommy frogmarched Phillip briskly through the waiting room until they were stand directly in front of the receptionist's desk. Dr. Davenport's receptionist look of astonishment as she first took in Phillip's ensemble and predicament was quickly replaced by a look of unrestrained glee. Mommy's thumb and fingers maintained their painful grip on Phillip's throbbing red ear as she announced "Phillip Lockhart here to see Dr. Davenport."
Phillip tried to look straight down at his pink footy pajama clad feet but Mommy twisted his ear sharply, causing him to squeal as his head jerked up. Tears stained his flushed cheeks and his nose was running onto the pink plastic heart-shaped guard of the binky. Drool dribbled down his chin onto his damp bib. He breathed heavily, causing his lips to make a regular loud involuntary suc-king sound as his cheeks bulged around the thick shaft of the binky. He clutched Pinky Bear to the front of his pink woolen jammies, the bright pink ball of his hand restraint pressed against his chest to keep it from falling. He was forced to look at the receptionist as she stifled giggles and told his mother to have a seat and that she would announce their arrival to Dr. Davenport.
Mommy sat Phillip directly in front of the receptionist, pulling him down into the seat by his ear. The pain had become so excruciating he couldn't stop sobbing. Mommy sat next to him and crossed her legs. With a final sharp warning pinch of her manicured nails, Mommy finally released Phillip's tortured ear from her grip. His ear felt like it was on fire as it throbbed hotly. Phillip wanted to touch it but the fat pink balls buckled over his useless hands prevented him from even trying. Nor could Phillip wipe away the tears, mucous, and drool that stained his flushed face. Phillip finally willed himself to stop crying, but he continued to make loud wet suc-king sounds with his binky as his breathing slowly settled down.
The receptionist spoke into the telephone for a few minutes, and then replaced it on its cradle. "Dr. Davenport will see you now." She gave Phillip a clearly amused look and quickly put her hand to her mouth to try and maintain her composure.
Phillip scrambled to his feet, half afraid that Mommy would once again take hold of his ear, which was just starting to calm down from its ordeal. But Mommy hardly glanced at him as she led the way into Dr. Davenport's office. Phillip could only follow meekly, clutching his pink teddy bear and suc-king dutifully on his binky.
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Dr. Davenport stood in her office waiting for Phillip and his mother. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and she was wearing expensive looking glasses that only magnified her penetrating eyes. Her crimson lips matched her manicured nails. Her white lab coat was spotless, and she had her name embroidered over her jutting breasts. She had on shiny white patent leather pumps with at least a 4 inch heel.
Dr. Davenport raised her eyebrow as she took in the spectacle of Phillip cringing in his pink footy pajama. One of his ears was was clearly red and swollen as he stared straight down at the floor, clutching his pink teddy bear. The bulge of his diaper and plastic panty was obvious under the juvenile pajamas.
Dr. Davenport walked over and took Phillip's chin in her hand, forcing his head up and revealing his tear stained face and runny nose.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Dr. Davenport clicked her tongue and gently shook her head. Phillip quailed as she forced him to look into her eyes. "What's the matter with our Little Phillip, hmmmmmmmm? Her voice was even more condescending that his last visit. Phillip's face flushed crimson as Dr. Davenport gripped his chin.
"Oh doctor! I'm at my wit's end!!" Phillip's mother was eager to tell her story, and Dr. Davenport led her to a comfortable chair. She then seated Phillip on the sofa next to the chair and sat right next to him, crossing her stockinged legs so that one of her high heels was almost touching his knee. Phillip's mother reached into her pocketbook and removed her perfumed hankerchief, and began to vigorously wipe Phillip's face clean while Dr. Davenport watched with an amused smile.
"I wanted you to see what I'm dealing with Dr. Davenport before I cleaned Phillip up. He's become nothing short of impossible!" Phillip's mother brought the hankerchief to her lips and moistened it a bit before continuing to clean Phillip's face and binky guard like he was 2 years old.
Dr. Davenport leaned closer, and the heel of her shoe press into Phillip's pajamaed leg. He was forced to sit quietly between the two women as his mother gave her version of the events of the past 24 hours.
Phillip cringed as his Mother described the wetting of his bed.
"His mattress is ruined! And even after I diapered him he wet himself in his sleep!!" She continued on. Phillip thought she was giving a very one-sided description of the events, making it sound like he had acted like a petulant child the entire time. At the same time he was acutely aware of Dr. Davenport sitting so close to him on the sofa. Her perfume was filling his nostrils, and the pressure of her heel caused him to stare at her shiny white shoes. His cheeks flushed as his pen-is stiffened inside its confining diaper. When he glanced up at Dr. Davenport she was staring right at him with a serenly smiling expression that seemed to be reading his thoughts. He quickly looked away.
His mother continued her indictment of his actions. "He even refused to get out of the car when we arrived here! I had to lead him in by the ear!"
"Now now Rita, don't be alarmed. Little Phillip's therapy has caused some behavior adjustments, and that's to be expected. That's why I wanted you to take those diapers, remember? It was just a precaution but it seems like Phillip is going to have stay in diapers for time being."
Dr. Davenport patted Phillip's cheek. "We're going to solve all these problems, don't worry! I have a medical furniture supplier that can replace Phillip's bed immediately. And we can institute some new therapies that will clear up all these problems in a jiffy!"
Dr. Davenport hooked her red fingernail into the ring of Phillip's binky and turned his face towards hers.
"Let's get Little Phillip to the examination room. I want to give him a thorough once over. I'm sure he's not going to be a Silly Philly anymore, is he!" She waggled the ring of the binky back and forth so it looked like Phillip was shaking his head "no." She laughed as he blushed, and Phillip's mother joined her. She felt much better after having told her story, and was sure Dr. Davenport was going to rectify the situation.
Dr. Davenport got up and pressed an intercom.
"Nurse, set up Examination Room #1 for Little Phillip Lockhart. I'll need the irrigation equipment prepared. And you'll have to help him undress."
The doctor wheeled around on her heel.
"Don't worry sweetheart, you can hold Your teddy bear during the examination! Now then, let's get started, shall we?"
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Both Phillip's chin and the edge of his binky ring were pressed down into the cushion of the examination table propping his face inches from the vinyl covering. He could see little else except the shoes of the three women in the room -- his mother, Dr. Davenport, and the nurse. This arms were in front of him, attached to the sides of the table with velcro restraints. His knees were tucked under his chest, causing his bum to stick up in the air. He was wearing nothing but one of the pink translucent examination gowns, which was open wide in the back, leaving his smooth hairless bum totally exposed. His bum cheeks clenched a rectal thermometer that had been thoroughly lubricated with Vaseline. Phillip could only suc-k his dummy noisily as Dr. Davenport waited for the thermometer to be ready and continued to talk to his mother.
"Are you saying that he has not moved his bowels since I first saw him?" Dr. Davenport's shoes clicked closer to the side of the examination table. The white patent leather reflected the overhead lighting into Phillip's eyes. He felt the thermometer being pulled from this bum, and the doctor's rubber gloved fingers spreading his bum cheeks wider.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Dr. Davenport was clicking her tongue with a tone of disapproval. Phillip thought about her gleaming red fingernails encased in the latex examination gloves as he felt her spreading his bum cheeks further apart. This caused his pen-is to stiffen, so that it was pointing down at the examination table. Phillip suc-ked more frantically, feeling complelely exposed as the flimsy pink plastic gown bunched around his neck and lay uselessly at either side of him.
"I had a feeling this was going to be necessary. Just a side effect from the mediciation I'm afraid, but Little Phillip is going to need regular enemas from now on." Phillip blanched, his lips spluttering around the shaft of his binky, as the nurse's white heels clicked by. The sound of the nurse's shoes was joined by the squeak of metal wheels as she wheeled something close to Phillip's exposed bum. Phillip tried to pull his arms away from the table, but they were helplessly bound in the velcro restraints.
"Hmmmmpffff!" Phillip squirmed as he felt the nurse's glove clad fingers press a dollop of Vaseline into his bum, the fingers pushing inside him as his muscles clenched involuntarily around them. Dr. Daveport's shoes clicked closer, standing directly in front of his downcast eyes. Suddenly her lowered face loomed into view.
"Doctor knows Little Phillip is going to be a perfect angel for Mommy and Nurse, aren't you sweetiepie!!! That's a good little boy!" Condescension dripped from her sing-song words. Phillip gasped as the fingers were withdrawn with a suc-king sound and replaced with a smooth hard nozzle.
"Now then sweetums, some nice warm sudsy-wudsy water is going to be poured into Little Phillip, and will make him feel all full. But Doctor knows Mommy's angel will hold it until Doctor says so, won't you precious?"
Not waiting for a answer, a humming sound filled the air and Phillip felt the first jet of warm liquid shoot up inside him, the nozzle preventing him from clenching his muscles to stop the flow.
Phillip felt tears in his eyes and she suc-ked helplessly on his binky. His mother's high heels clicked closer to his bum, and he could feel that she was watching intently, which only added to his discomfort.
"I'm going to send you a home version of the irrigation equipment along with Little Phillip's new cot, Rita. You'l find it easy to use. In fact, given Little Phillip's new medical requirements, I believe your insurance will cover a home health aide. I'm going to look into it for you."
"Oh Doctor Davenport, I can't thank you enough!! You've been a lifesaver for my son!!" Phillip couldn't believe what he was hearing, but his attention was quickly diverted by the uncomfortable fullness of his bowels.
Finally, when he thought he was going to burst, the humming stopped.
Phillip was frantic to use the toilet. Dr. Davenport stood over Phillip and peeled the latex gloves off her hands with a loud series of squeaks.
"Now let's see what a good babyboy Little Phillip can be for his Mommy!! You hold that enema until Nurse brings you to the potty, is that understood precious?" The treacly tone of Dr. Davenport's instructions cause his cheeks to redden, and his lips smacked loudly against the slick rubber shaft and seemed to fill every crevice of his mouth.
Just when Phillip thought he was literally going to explode, the nurse unfasten the velcro restraints and guided him off of the table. It was only a few steps to the small bathroom but Phillip barely made it. His bum exploded like a cannon as soon as his hairless cheeks touched the seat of the toilet, ejecting a fould smelling mixture. His bowels continued to explode until he felt that it would never stop. He was panting loudly when the expulsion finally subsided. Phillip started to bawl uncontrollably as he sat on the toilet. How had things reached this state?
Phillip was barely aware of being cleaned up by the nurse, and being laid back down on the examination table, this time on his back. The diapering ritual was already getting familiar, and before he knew it he was back in his pajamas and hand restraints, a fresh bib around his neck. His Mother looked particularly pleased as she tucked Pinky Bear into the crook of his arm.
Dr. Davenport had an amused expression on her face as she curled her finger into the ring of Phillip's binky. "Now I've got something that sure to help keep Little Phillip from being distracted so that he can be a perfect angel for his Mommy fron now on. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"
She opened a drawer and pulled out yet another pink article. Phillip's lips fluttered in involuntary noisyness around the shaft of his binky as a line of drool ran down his chin onto the new bib. His bum, thickly coated with ointment and baby powder, still throbbed inside the prison of his diaper and plastic pants. What did Dr. Davenport have in store for him now!!
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Phillip looked at the bulky mass of shiny pink material in Dr. Davenport's gleaming crimson manicured fingers. The next thing he knew she was pulling over his head!
"This device is going to be a lifesaver for you Rita! There is a built in MP3 player and headphones inside the lining of the bonnet."
Bonnet!!! Phillip's lips began to tremble violently around the rubber shaft of his binky, resulting in a long string of wet sputtering squeaks. He could feel his fists inside their fat pink ball prisons, already clutched tight, involuntarily make an even tighter fist. He wanted to lash out, but he was too cowed by the closeness of Dr. Davenport as she tied two wide pink ribbons in a large bow that rested to one side of his chin.
If Little Phillip gets a little cranky or uncooperative, there are lovely melodies that will play to put him in the right frame of mind. Let me demonstrate."
Dr. Davenport pulled at a ruffled flap on the side of the bonnet, and the velcro gaveway to reveal some small controls. Her fingers fiddled with a dail. Suddenly a loud nursery rhyme began to play in Phillip's ears.
"Here we go round the mulberry bush!!!!" rang out an enthusiastic female voice, whose voice was dripping with maternal sweetness. Dr. Davenport's smooth red lips kept moving, but Phillip could only hear the juvenile music. Unconciously, he began to suc-kle his binky in rythym with the repetitive melody. The music made it impossible to even think. Phillip's hands came up and the soft vinyl covered balls bounced against the sides of the pink satin bonnet covering Phillip's ears. Phillip then held them there, as if he was trying to put his hands over his ears. Dr. Davenport, his mother, and the nurse all began laughing simultaneously. The truth was he had never looked sillier in his life.
Phillip couldn't hear the laughing as the nursery rhyme played over and over again, but he could see the full throated mirth of all three women. Dr. Davenport caught Phillip's eye, and this time she winked slowly so there could be no doubt of it. Her shiny red lips curled into an even more satisfied smile.
Phillip quickly averted his eyes, but he could feel the hot blood rising in his cheeks. He kept his eyes down, forcing him to stare at the pink stuffed bear that Mother insisted he clutch like a toddler. He wouldn't give Dr. Davenport the satisfaction of locking his eyes with his cheeks ablaze. It was as if she was taunting him. Why didn't Mother see those conspiratorial winks, why didn't she see that this mad doctor was playing some incomprehensible game with him?!! With resigned defeat, Phillip lowered his arms and rested the pink balls his lap. Dr. Davenport finally reached under the flap and switched off the blaring music. All three women were looking down at him with satisfied smiles.
"Now then Rita, let's take a looke at those chapped lips." Dr. Davenport had to remove his bonnet to so that the thick pink strap could be unhooked from his binky, but she quickly put it back on, seeming to tie and even bigger pink bow under the side of is chin, so that Phillip felt like he were growing a second head. His thoughts were broken when Dr. Davenport curled her forefinger into the pink plastic ring at the end of Phillip's binky and slowly pulled it out until the bulbous head slid out and broke the seal of Phillip's lips with a wet popping sound.
Phillip wiggled his jaw back and forth, and gratefully brought his lips together for the first time in ages.
"Yes, I see the problem. We can do two things for this condition." She turned to the nurse and spouted off a strings of instructions. The nurse went to the cabinets and began pulling down different items. Dr. Davenport had Phillip lay back on the padded examination table. She then pulled up a wide leather strap and pinned his arms and chest snugly to the table. She then pulled up a second strap, which came right over his hips so that it pressed down directly on the pajama material, plastic panties and thick diapers that covered his privates, which were still swollen from his prior examination. Dr. Daveport pulled the belt even tighter, until the he felt an extreme pressure on his bladder. She then cinched a third belt around his ankles. He was completely immobilizied. Dr. Davenport casually rested one hand on the belt over his crotch, and it pressed down evern more firmly. The need to urinate began to increase, and Phillip unconciously made a suc-king sound with his lips, forgetting that for the first time in ages his mouth was mercifully empty.
"Don't worry Little Phillip, you'll get your binky back in a jiffy!!" Dr. Davenport took his face between her thumb and forefinger and wiggled it back and forth and then "beeped" him on the nose. Phillip was about to explain that he was NOT trying to regain his binky when Dr. Davenport was once again working her hands into a pair of latex gloves. She coated Phillip's lips with a cotton ball soaked in an icy liquid. Phillip's lips instantly became numb. Then Dr. Davenport picked up a hypodermic. Phillip's eyes jerked open like saucers. As the nurse took hold of either side of his bonneted head, immobilizing it, Dr. Davenport leaned over him until her face was inches from his. Her perfume washed over him. Her hand seemed to press down more firmly on the leather belt, causing his pen-is to stiffen but his need to urinate even more urgent.
"Now den Little Phillip doesn't have to worry his pretty head about anything!!! You won't feel a thing sweetheart!" With that she injected his upper lip. He felt nothing but a numbness. As the nurse's hands kept his face immobile, Dr. Davenport finished the injections.
"These collagen injections will help Little Phillip's lips retain more moisture and prevent chapping. His lips will appear "bee stung" but the fullness will keep them moist and supple. Also the pouting effect caused by the injections will aid Little Phillip in achieving that perfect "O"! Phillip opened and closed his mouth. He felt something flapping but his lips were still anesthisized.
"Now in addition, this cream will aid in moisturizing." Dr. Davenport picked up a plastic tube, removed the top, and turned the bottom. Out popped a head like a chapstick or a tube of lipstick.
"I want you to apply a coating of this to Little Phillip's lips at least twice a day, more if needed. You'll notice it will stain his lips a faint pink color but don't be alarmed, that is part of its protective features. With that Dr. Davenport reached down and coated Phillip's lips with the balm. His mother looked on like the Cheshire Cat, a smile of satisfied approval in everything she had been shown. Dr. Davenport picked up Phillip's binky, the pink rubber strap hanging from one end.
"Fortunately these collagen injections don't require any post-op period, Phillip can resume his therapy immediately. In fact now that his lips have been coated with the moisturizing balm, with the increased soft fullness of his lips, Little Phillip will probably suc-kler more comfortably than ever." She turned to look down at her charge. "Won't you little Silly Philly!!!" With a laugh, she "chucked" him under the chin and used her thumb to signify that he should part his lips.
"Open up like a good baby for Doctor D!" Phillip parted his numb lips.
But Dr. Davenport hesitated. "Almost forgot!"
Phillip sat there dumbly with his mouth opened. Dr. Davenport had poured some yellow oil over the shaft of the binky. Before Phillip could react, the castor oil saturated shaft was tickling the back of his throat, the pink heart-shaped plastic guard firmly covering his creamy fat inflated lips. Phillip began to blanch against the shaft of the binkly, causing the oil to trickle down his throat. It was horrble!!!! Finally it seemed like the more he suc-ked the slightly better the binky began to taste as the oil was licked off, that he began to suc-k quickly and frantically. The women all laughed at the site.
"Now Rita, do to Little Phillip's constipation, I want all his meals pureed until further notice."
"Oh yes Dr. Davenport!!! I'll be sure to blend everything till its smooth as tapioca!!" his Mother enthused.
"Exellent Rita. Make sure that Little Phillip gets lots of greens, spinach, peas, broccoli, and don't forget the nutritious yellows like squash and carrot! That should get him regular!! But I want you to administer the enemas for the time being."
Philllip felt like he was in a daze. He was lead between Dr. Davenport and his Mother by both wrists where the pink balls were buckled. The nurse ceremoniously carried Pinky Bear at the rear. They marched back to the reception area. Oh no!!!!!! Phillip's eyes were glued to the floor as they led him to a chair. He was acutely aware of the ruffled border of the bonnet framing his face and the huge bow wedged under his chin. Now the strap of his binky was over the back of the bonnet, securing it more tightly to his head. When they sat him down, he could see the bottom of the receptionist's desk just in front of him. They had seated him in the center of the first row again, directly in front of her.
"Now then Little Phillip, Doctor and Mummy have important things to discuss. You be an extra good baby boy, and keept that diapered fanny glued to that seat!!!! Come along Rita." The nurse tucked Pinky Bear under Phillip's arm with a smirk. Dr. Davenport patted him on the top of his bonnet, and then pinched his hot cheek. He sputtered some drool onto the front of his bib in response.
Laughing, she reached to his ear and pulled back the flap. Oh no!!! The nursery rhymes blared to life, drowning out all sound. He could only watch as the three women's heels marched away and out of sight.
Without thinking, Phillip finally looked up. Suddenly he heard a click and his eyes squinched shut.
The receptionist mouthed something that seemed to amuse her to no end, and then she snapped a few more pictures. Phillip wanted to scream, but the binky kept his fat bee-stung lips smacking noisily around its slick rubber shaft. Then he felt a suddent heat in his groin. What??!!!!! Tears began to run down his cheeks as the nursery rhyme began again for the umteenth time. He was peeing uncontrollably.
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Phillip tried to regulate his breathing and stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks. They were running over the heart- shaped guard of his binky, down his chin and plopping onto the front of his bib. He had finally stopped peeing but he could feel that the cloth diaper was soaked heavily with his hot urine. Why?!!! How could he have just lost contol like that?!!!! Phillip could see the receptionist speaking to him with a withering look in her eye and a smirking gleeful expression, but the nursery music was blaring in his ears. He didn't care what she was saying. The only thought that would stay in his head is that he had to get out of here without Dr. Davenport discovering that he had wet himself. Phillip glanced nervously to his right where the door to Dr. Davenport's office lay, but his face got stopped short by the big pink bow that Dr. Davenport had tied under the right side of his chin. He could see the door through a gap in two loops of the pink bow. It was still closed. He just had to collect himself so that his Mother would just take him by the hand and leave. Phillip was sitting as calmly as he could when the door finally opened. He purposely concentrated on the suc-king of his binky, trying to suc-k as calmly and rhythmically as he could. He gripped his lips evenly around the shaft of the binky, trying to press with the same amount of pressure in each part of his upper and lower lip. He thought about Dr. Davenport's "perfect O" and could help but blush when he realized that's exactly what he had been doing -- trying to form a perfet "O" with his swollen lips. He clutched Pinky bear in his lap, pressed betweeen the round pink shiny pillows that encased his fists. His groin and thighs felt wet and clammy.
Dr. Davenport and his Mother strode across the room toward Phillip. He had to keep his face turned into the massive bow to see Dr. Davenport's gleaming white patent leather stiletto pumps clicking across the floor. Suddenly his pen-is sprang to life in the sodden confines of the wet diaper, poking up into the soaking wet material and tenting his pink plastic panties and causing a lump in the lap of his heavy pink pajamas, right under the place he clutched Pinky Bear.
Dr. Davenport leaned over him and spoke with a wide smile on her glossy red lips, but Phillip couldn't hear a thing over the braying din of "Pop Goes The Weasel." Phillip looked up at her blankly, his cheeks still stinging red. Suddenly Dr. Davenport stoped speaking and laughed heartily. She shook her head with a bemused expression and reached over with her red talons to "beep" him on the end of his nose. Phillip's blush rejeuvenated itself. The doctor's hand continued over to the side of his pink bonnet and turned off the music.
"Silly me, I forgot that Little Phillip was listening to his darling songs with his friend the pink bear!!" Her voice gay and condescending in the extreme.
"Now den, Doctor knows that Little Phillip is going to be the sweetest and most obedient baby boy that any mother could ever hope to have!!" She curled her finger into the ring of Phillip's binky and waggled it back and forth. Turing to his Mother, she continued "That will be very important on how Little Phillip's therapy progresses Rita. If he is cheerful and cooperative, it will be a sign that he can regain some independence. But," and here Dr. Davenport raised her perfectly shaped and arched eyebrows in an ominous manner, "then stronger measures may be called for."
Phillip's head began to spin. What kind of stronger measures? His mother interrupted his thoughts.
"Oh yes Dr. Davenport, I can promise you that I will make note of each and every transgresion and give you a full report!" His mother's eyes seemed to gleam with determination.
"But remember Rita, it's not just obedience, but cheerfulness too. Only if Little Phillip is enthusiastic and pleased, will we know that he is being as cooperative as possible.
Sh turned back to Phillip and waggled the binky up and down. His bulging cheeks bobbed foolishly. "Little Phillip is going to show Mommy what a sweet and adorable little one he is, aren't you sillykins?" Her voice dripped with a tone reserved for the most juvenile children, and she continued to waggle the binky, making it appear that Phillip had been enthusiastically agreeing with her throughout the entire speech.
Dr. Davenport stepped back, and Phillip's mother stood directly over him. He looked up with a cowed expression, his lips suc-king wetly on the binky.
She held out her hand, and he raised his arm. She took it firmly and raised him to his feet. He could feel the heavy diaper sag down onto his hips inside the pajama, pressing down on material in his crotch. He felt it sag a bit. He began to pad away from the chair but before they proceeded more than a few steps, Dr. Davenport called out.
"Wait a minute Rita, I want to check something." Her shoes clicked closer behind him, and he began to breathe heavily. No. she couldn't!! But he could feel the heavy diaper sagging even more loosely on his hips.
Dr. Davenport came around Phillip and pivoted on her heel so that she was facing him. Without saying a word or giving him any warning whatsoever, she reached down and thrust her hand deeply into his crotch, her thumb pressing down on his pen-is through the multiple layers, and her four fingers digging deeply into his bum crack. She squeezed her hand like a pincer, and the soggy diaper parted fatly from the pressure. He looked down at the glossy, perfectly manicured oval nail of her thumb, the deep red color contrasting starkly with the pink wool of the juvenile pajama, and he felt the the ball of the thumb pressing the hot sodden thickness of the diaper firmly against his stiff pen-is, causing him to whimper around the shaft of the binky, spraying spittle onto his increasingly messy bib. He squirmed at the thought that Dr. Davenport would feel his stiff pen-is, and when he glanced up she returned his gaze with a wink and a knowing smile, the corners of her lips curving even further, as she simultaneously gave two quick squeezes with her thumb.
Oh my god, she knew!!!!! He started to pant as he suc-ked the binky.
"Oh my, Baby Phillip has made wetties in his diaper!!!! Tsk tsk tsk. You naughty little boy!!!" She squeezed more firmly with her thumb. She turned to Rita. "I'm afraid Baby Phillip is going to need double diapers for the time being. It looks like he might be may be losing all control over his bodily functions." As she said this she continued to grip his crotch like a steely pincer, the ends of her nails digging into the pajama on both sides.
Phillip felt an intense tingling in his pen-is. He began to squirm uncontrollably.
"Yes, who's a naughty little Betsy Westy then, hmmmmmm." She reached over with her other hands and chucked him under the chin, holding it firmly, all the while her other hand was squeezing his crotch, sometimes fast, sometimes stopping, sometimes excruciatingly slowly. Phillip's Mother was glued to the reaction on his face, and she didn't seem to be noticing what the doctor was doing.
"Somebody just want his Mommy to baby him, that's that I think!!!!!!" She leaned close, her lips inches away, her finger teasing his chin and the bottom of his binky guard while her other hand gave a final hard squeeze.
His mind reeled. No!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Yes someone is telling his Mommy he wants to treated just like a little baby, that's what I think!!!!" Phillip was spasming uncontrollablly as these words washed over him, shooting hot jets of cream into the thick wet steamy diaper that clung to his thighs. With a last playful squeeze, Dr. Davenport released Phillip's crotch and his chin. He slumped down, his Mother catching him under the arms. His pen-is was still dripping and he felt as weak as a kitten.
"Now then Rita, shall we change Baby Phillip here or do you want to wait until you get home?" Dr. Davenport had never sounded more pleased or cheerful.
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Phillip sat at the dining room table, a waist restraint tethering him to the chair. There was nothing he could do but rest the pink balls that encased his sweaty hands on the table in front of him and suc-k methodically on his binky. Mother was wearing an apron and stirring a pot of pureed vegetables at the stove. She was humming contentedly, but Phillip couldn't hear her because of the nursery songs that repeated over and over again from the headphones sewn into his pink bonnet. The ear that Mother had yanked him by was starting to throb again, it's heat trapped under the headphone and layers of satin that were snugly tied to his head. The big rose-like bow of the chin ribbons that Dr. Davenport had tied so tightly was itching his neck unmercifully, but there was no way for Phillip to get any relief.
Phillip had been so relieved when Mother had pulled him bodily toward the door, after telling Dr. Davenport that it would do him good to "stew in his mess for awhile" much to the visible mirth of both Dr. Davenport and the receptionist. Phillip still felt weak and light-headed. He could feel the hot cream soaking into the already sodden mass of his heavy diaper. He prayed that it would not be detectable when Mother changed him. Mother had belted him into the back seat of the car and then unceremoniously reached over and turned on his nursery music at full volume. He could see her looking at him in the rearview mirror of the car, her lips moving as if she was talking to him, but he could't hear a word she was saying. All he knew is that he didn't like the steely determined look in her unflinching gaze. He was forced to look down at Pinky Bear and suc-k his binky for the rest of the ride.
When they got home Mother had removed the restraints from the bag she had gotten from Dr. Davenport and strapped him to the seat. She reached over to his ear and flicked off the music.
"Mommy will change your wet diaper later. Dr. Davenport is right. You want Mommy to treat you like a helpless little baby. Well that's exactly what you're going to get BABY Phillip. Now you just sit there and suc-k Your binky, and don't you dare squirm or fuss!" Phillip was beside himself. He desperately wanted to tell his mother that he had no interest in being treated like a baby, but he knew that if he tried to splutter the words out around the slick shaft of his binky, Mother would just think he was being fussy and complaining. He became agitated, which resulted in a series of loud suc-king sounds that sprayed saliva over his increasingly messier bib.
He could smell a somewhat unpleasant odor wafting from the pot on the stove, and when Mother lifted the spoon a green goo dripped off of it. Phillip tried his best to sit quietly and suc-k rythmically on the binky.
"Ding ding!" chimed the front doorbell. Phillip's heart began pounding in his chest. He involuntarily brought his hands together, which resulted in a noisy squeak when the two pink vinyl balls rubbed against each other. Oh my god, no!!!! Who could it be?!! Phillip began to perspire freely inside his footy pajama, warming the sodden mess of his diaper. Meanwhile Mother had wiped her hands calmly and her heels began to click on the hardwood floor leading to front door.
Phillip tried to raist himself from the chair, but the waist restraint held him fast. Phillip heard two young female voices greeting his Mother. Oh no, who could it be?
"Look who's here Baby Phillip, two of your girlfriends from school!" Mother's voice dripped with sugary gayness. Phillip stopped suc-king and froze. There stood Brenda Swenson and Patsy Carson!!! Both girls squealed when they saw Phillip and began talking a mile a minute. They had unbelieving grins on their faces as they drank in the sight of Phillip in his pink footy pajama, pink bonnet, large pink heart shaped binky strapped firmly in his mouth, his hands encased in fat shiny pink balls that were buckled onto his hands, and a pink teddy bear sitting in his lap.
"Baby Phillip is going to be staying home with his Mommy for an indefinite period of time I'm afraid," his mother explained to the awestruck girls. "He's had several accidents and must be diapered round the clock now I'm afraid."
"Diapered!!!" both girls sang it out in unison, squealing. Patsy began pointing down at his waist.
"I can see the bulge under his babygirl jammies!!!" she chortled.
Brenda Swenson had pulled her mobile device out of her purse.
"You don't mind if I take a few pictures of Phillip to show the class, do you Mrs. Lockhart?" Brenda asked in a sweet polite voice, practically batting her eyelashes at Phillip's mother.
"Of course not dear!! I was just about to serve Baby Phillip his lunch."
Phillip began to tremble in his chair. No, no, no, this couldn't be happening!!!! Not Brenda Swenson!!! Not that horrible Patsy Carson!!!! Phillip began to scream for this mother, but he was so agitated it came out as a cacaphonous series of sputtering smacks and squeaking gibber. Phillip's eyes were round as saucers and his expression around the binky was one of pure panic. Just then the flash went off, blinding him. Before his eyes could adjust the camera flashed several more times.
"I'm going to download these photos right to my facebook page!!!" crowed Brenda. Patsy began to laugh, her head craning to look at the images displayed on Brenda's mobile. Phillip felt wave after wave of humiliating dread wash over him like a tidal wave. No, this was all her fault!!!! All her fault!!! The smug smiling face of Dr. Davenport filled his brain as the girls continued their excited laughter, Brenda's fingers sending Phillip's photos on their merry way.
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The girls were still huddled over Brenda's mobile device laughing with delight when Phillip's mother placed a big steaming bowl of the green goo on the table in front of him, with a baby bottle full of milk next to it. The strong smell caused both girls to look up and stare with interest. Brenda then remembered why they had come, and removed a thick manila envelope from her school satchel.
"Our teacher sent this packet of material's for Phillip's home schooling," said Brenda placing it on the table next to Phillip's mother. "She said that Dr. Davenport helped her choose an appropriate lesson plan for Phillip." Phillip had been staring at the bowl with distaste, the smell causing his lips to flutter in a frown around the shaft of his binky, resulting in a series of slurping sounds. Now the face of Dr. Davenport loomed into his mind again, and he looked down with flushed embarassment at the soaked diapers that padded him around the middle under his pink pajamas. As he looked down at his crotch, he remembered Dr. Davenport's glossy red thumbnail pressing sharply against the taut pink material of his pajama, and he involuntarily squirmed when he remembered what had resulted. The voice of Phillip's mother broke his reverie.
"Thank you girls, but I'm afraid we'll have to look at it later. It's time for Baby Phillip to have his lunch." His mother reached over to unhook his binky. Phillip began to panic again, causing him to suc-k more frantically on the binky. When were those girls going to leave?!
"May we stay and watch Baby Phillip have his lunch Mrs. Lockhart?" It was Brenda, using her syrupy polite voice again. Patsy chimed in "Oh yes. please!"
"Of course you may stay girls, I'm sure Baby Phillip will be happy to have your company." Phillip's mother curled her finger into the ring of the binky and slid it out of Phillip's lips. A line of saliva stuck to the tip of the bulb has it pushed passed the surprised "O" of his lips with a wet popping sound. When Phillip's mother pulled it far enough away to place it on the table, the line of saliva fell and draped itself down the front of Phillip's bib.
"Oh my goodness, look at his lips!!!" Patsy was beside herself. Phillip felt the unfamiliar fullness of his lips, which had been mashed against the binky guard. They seemed to expand like two innertubes until he became acutely aware of their size.
"Yes, Baby Phillp had some treatments for his chapped lips. I think they look just lovely!!" His Mother pinched his cheek sharply between her manciured fingers.
"Ooooooooo they're so pretty!!!" Brenda gushed in her syrupy voice.
Phillip's cheek burned from his Mother's pinch, but he felt the cool unfamiliar sensation of his mouth being empty. He realized his lips were still frozen in a taut round shape, and he gratefully brought them together, the fat lips seeming to meet much sooner than Phillip had anticipated. But wait, he could speak now!!! He had to tell his Mother that he didn't want these gossipy girls to stay another second.
Phillip opened his mouth to speak. To his surprise, a heaping tablespoon of the warm green pureed vegetables was shoveled inside by his Mother. Phillip blanched, but his mother had pressed the flat of the spoon against his lips, preventing him from spitting anything out.
"Naughty baby, musn't spit up your food!!! Remember what Dr. Davenport said!!! If you don't behave yourself and eat every drop I'll ring her up right now!!" Phillip closed his mouth around the large mouthful of slop and tried to force it down. What had Mother put into this goo?!!! He kept fighting the urge to gag, causing his cheeks to bulge redly. Before he could gather his thoughts further Mother was pressing an even larger spoonful against his messy lips. He struggled to bring it into his mouth. Phillip's mother began to hum merrily, quickly digging the spoon back into the big bowl. Phillip tried valiantly to keep up with his Mother's fast pace but he couldn't quite make it. More and more green slop coated his mouth and cheeks, and dripped from his chin onto the messy bib. Soon it was stuck to the end of his nose. Suddenly the flash of Brenda's mobile device blinded him once again. The girls exploded in laughter. No!!!!!!!!!!!
Phillip wanted to scream. Instead another heaping spoon of vegetable was shoveled inside, causing him to snort. Brenda took photo after photo. His Mother didn't even seem to notice as she hummed and kept bringing the spoon back to his panting lips. Mother had her other hand on the back of his head now, forcing him to swallow spoon after spoon of the horrible mixture. When, or when would they reach the bottom of that seemingly bottomless bowl? Just when Phillip thought he was going to vomit, he heard the spoon scraping against the bottom of the bowl.
"Last spoon for baby!!" He forced his mouth open and accepted the last portion, forcing it down his throat. He felt like he'd just run a marathon. His stomach was uncomfortably full. Phillip's mother began rubbing his face forefully with a wet wash cloth, cleaning off the dried layers of green goo. She continued to hum while removing the filthy bib and immediately replacing it with a clean one. Phillip was finally starting to catch his breath. Again he opened his mouth to speak.
This time the rubber nipple of the baby bottle was pressed deep into this mouth and the warm milk began to flow quickly into his mouth. His mother once again took him firmly by the back of the head and tilted the bottle at at steeper angle so the milk would flow even faster. Phillip gulped franctically to keep up but the milk began to run down his chin onto the fresh bib. As Phillip's cheeks bulged in and out, Brenda's flash again began to go off in his eyes, blinding them once again. The girls were chattering gayly and laughing uncontrollably. Phillip felt like he was going to explode, but Mother would not relent until the bottle was completely empty. When she pulled out the nipple, Phillip was once again panting.
"As you can see girls, Baby Phillip is not capable of doing anything for himself anymore. I have to feed him, bathe him, change his diapers, and watch him constantly. Be sure to tell your classmates that they are always welcome to stop by for a visit."
The girls thanked Mother excitedly. Brenda was staring at him with a bemused smile, and he could see the wheels turning in her head. She looked like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. Phillip cringed, and without thinking of it bit down on his lower lip. Phillip's mother pounced on this.
"Oh my, I can see that even a few minutes without his binky is causing Baby Phillip problems. I'll have to inform Dr. Davenport. Don't worry sweetums, Mommy has your nice binky right here!" The girls moved closer as his Mother picked up the large pink binky and the rubber strap.
Phillip's felt dizzy. This was insane!!!!! He tried to move off the chair but the restraints held him fast.
"Open up like a good little baby!" Phillip hesitated. He thought Mother would get mad, but instead she smiled brightly.
"Oh, baby is reminding Mommy to put on his chapped lips medicine!!" Mother reached into her purse and pulled out the tube. Before Phillip knew what has happening she was coating his lips.
"It looks like pink lipstick!" exclaimed Patsy. Brenda didn't respond, too busy snapping another photo. Pink lipstick? Phillip realized he hadn't seem himself since Dr. Davenport had given him his first treatment. How pink did that stuff make his newly plump lips?
While his mind raced, his Mother pressed the bulbous rubber tip of the binky against his pouty lips. Once again the flash blinded him, and in his surprise Mother was able to slide the thick shaft all the way in until the large pink heart shaped guard once again pressed against lips, mashing them down. In a deft movement she pulled the rubber strap tight and rehooked it. Phillip immediately began to suc-k and swallow. What other choice did he have?
"Now let's look at what you girls have brought for Baby Phillip" His mother non-chalantly reached over and switched on his nursery music. The voices of his mother and the girls were drowned out. Phillip's mother opened the envelope and pulled out a thick sheaf of papers. The top sheet had a brightly colored drawing of Barney the purple dinosaur. What was that?!!!! Phillip tried to reach toward the papers, but the the chair restraints prevented him from bringing his pink ball shaped mittens close enough. Meanwhile his mother and the girls were all going through the papers excitedly talking, completely ignoring him, while the music blared in his bonneted ears.
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Sweat was beading on Phillip's forehead as he tried to keep the oversized red crayon pressed between the soft pink balls that encased his hands. He carefully pressed it to the paper, which was nothing more than a page from a children's coloring book showing a little girl holding 3 balloons. This was included in the packet that Brenda and Patsy had brought, including the extra large crayons. It had taken Phillip forever to color the first two blue and green, and the last one was about half finished. Phillip didn't realize it but he was suc-king on his binky with such determination that his Mother could hear the sound clearly from the sofa, much to her satisfaction. All Phillip could hear was the loud babyish nursery music that rang in his ears under the hot confines of his bonnet. Mother had made it clear that he had to complete this "assignment." Assignment!! Phillip wanted to throw the crayons across the room. Then his cheeks grew hot when he realized how long it had been taking him. For the umpteenth time he pressed too hard on the paper, and the crayon squirted out from between the slick shiny spherical mittens. Unfortunately this time it rolled across the table and fell to the floor. Phillip involuntarily tried to go after it and the chair restraints pulled him back. He pounded the fat balls down on the table and kicked his legs in their pink woolly footy pajama in frustration. No!!!! He was so close.
Phillip's mother heard his agitated movement and walked back to the dining room table. Phillip was straining at his chair restraints, his damp hair lank where it peeked out from beneath the pink bonnet and his face hot and flushed as he suc-ked his binky with increased agitation. He pointed frantically with his pink ball covered hand toward the crayon. Pinky Bear sat on the table next to him beaming at him.
Rita Lockhart could not help but smile as she stood over Phillip, her manicured hands on her hips. He was looking more and more like a helpless baby, and she realized that this pleased her to no end. His silly attempts at independence had been nipped nicely in the bud thanks to Dr. Davenport. Now that Phillip was dependent oh her for everything again, she realized how much she had missed it. She reached to the side of his bonnet and turned off the nursery music. The muffled silence rang in Phillip's bonnet covered ears.
"Wassa matter, did Baby Phillip drop his crayon? Hmmmmmmmm?" the pleasure she was feeling resonated in her amused condescending tone.
Phillip nodded vigirously as he suc-ked away on his dummy. There was a permanent line of drool down his chin that created a large wet spot on his bib. But Phillip's mother just stood there, smiling down at him expectantly. What did she want? "Pwease can you get my cwayon?" the words sputtered around the fat rubber shaft of the binky. He strained, pointing with the pink ball.
"Did Baby Phillip mean 'please Mommy'"? His Mother raised an eyebrow.
"Pwease Mommy!!!" Phillip spluttered out the words. He wanted to scream, but he was desperate to stay in his mother's good graces and avoid a bad report to Dr. Davenport.
"Perhaps if Baby Phillip calls me Mommykins from now one it will remind you to be a well mannered little baby." She reached down and chucked him under the chin, forcing him to look up in her twinkling eyes. "Don't you think that's a good idea precious?"
Phillip wanted to rip his chin out of his Mother's grip but he steadied himself by suc-king even more rapidly on the binky.
"Yeth Mommykinth." He mumbled the words.
"What's that bunny, Mommykins can't hear her baby."
"Yeth Mommykinth!" he sprayed drool over his bib and his Mother gave his chin an approving squeeze before releasing it.
"That's much better!" She leaned down and picked up the big red crayon, and held it out. He tried to take it between the two pink ball mittens but she easily maintained her grip on it, looking at him expectantly.
"Pweathe may I have the cwayon Mommykinth!" He fluttered his lips around the binky, just wanting this exchange to be over.
"May who have the crayon?" His mother was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
No!!! He knew what she wanted him to say, but he desperately wanted to avoid it. He didn't think this day could get any worse after Brenda and Patsy's surprise visit, but somehow he felt like he was standing at the edge of an abyss.
"May who have the crayon?" Mother's voice took on an edge of insistence.
Although Phillip continued to sit there in his thick diapers and pink pajamas, his spirit began to fall down the endless hole that lay before him.
"May Baba Phillip have the cwayon Mommykinth!!" Phillip felt a trickle of pee escape from his imprisoned pen-is into thick folds of the diaper as he dropped his head in defeat.
"Of course you may precious poppet!" His Mother put the crayon down near the paper and looked at the crudely colored balloons. Hmmmm, looks like Baby Phillip is going to need lots of practice!!!! She laughed gayly as Phillip once again tried to pick up the crayon between his round pink mittens.
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This is so exciting. Does anyone know if this author wrote any other stories?
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Under Aunty's Control
http://buffalobetties.net/fantasy/index.php?topic=611
The Landlady's New Niece (the original)
http://buffalobetties.net/fantasy/index.php?topic=116
The Landlady's Niece - One Year Later
http://buffalobetties.net/fantasy/index.php?topic=108
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Many thanks Betty!
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I remember this story from way back,,, and for some reason vicky left a long time before continuing it,,and someone wrote an unofficial continuation,,which I did have on a zipdisk (it was that long ago!!). I wonder if someone still has it?
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Unfortunately, I no longer have it either, but I do remember reading the unofficial continuation of "Lip Service" that was written by "Wincy.” I also remember that Vicky, somewhat understandably, had expressed displeasure over someone else taking it upon themselves to finish her story. Seeing that fourteen years have since passed, however, I somehow have serious doubts that Vicky is ever going to get around to finishing it on her own or continuing her other stories for that matter, which is a pity. Though this author's output was relatively minuscule, "The Landlady's Niece" and "Under Aunty's Control" had kind of a profound influence on me and are still probably the two most memorable pieces of fiction that I happened to read on this site.