It Never Rains but it Pours

[antonia]

It Never Rains but it Pours
Chapter 1
It was a beautiful sunny day and in the garden a line of more than a dozen nappies fluttered in the warm wind slowly bleaching to a dazzling white in the solar rays. Plastic pants filled with air puffed out and swung majestically in the breeze. Further along the line a row of large bibs from Umberto in Barcelona all trimmed in different colours but all embroidered in multicoloured threads with the name “baby” announced to the world that they belonged to no ordinary infant as their size was far to large. [Author’s note: turn right off Las Ramblas by the Chinese house with the umbrella, take the left fork and opposite the church is a shop festooned with bibs of all sizes and colours].
The garden belonged to an enormous mansion of a house that boasted 12 bedrooms, many of which had en-suite bathrooms and lay in a rural part of Wiltshire. In the large and modern kitchen, a woman with long dark raven hair was preparing food. She wore a dark blue tunic over which was a white starched bibbed apron tied tightly at the back. In times past she would have easily been recognised as a staff nurse or matron. Her bright blue eyes had a piercing quality that looked as if they would tolerate no nonsense or argument. At almost six feet in height, she would easily tower over many a person.
On the kitchen surface of finest granite, stood a large plastic steriliser that was full of infant feeding bottles, latex teats and dummies. A quick glance, and it could easily be missed, that these were far larger than those used by toddlers and young children. A large pine kitchen table with six matching chairs stood in the middle of the room and at one end stood an old-fashioned high chair with a wooden tray that surrounded the vinyl seat with pink straps that would securely hold the occupant. A large baby’s rattle lay on the table along with a clean folded bib and a pink dummy, no doubt laid out in preparation for the occupant to arrive.
An old wooden slatted drier hung from the ceiling with a cord that could raise it above the warming heat of the stove, it was festooned with onesies and footed sleepers that were airing along with a few large terry nappies and a couple of pairs of plastic pants that would be warm and comfy for the intended recipient.
All around the room, affixed to the wall with ‘blue tack’ were infantile drawings of strange figures and animals, all gloriously coloured but clumsily crafted. They were childish but at the same time they had a subtlety that denied the age of the artist. Some of the picture reflected a mind, that was tortured, or in some way distorted by events of the past – some critics might describe the artworks as disturbed.
The large clock on the wall announced to the world that it was almost noon, somewhere in the house, from one of the upstairs rooms there came a muffled sound, it might better be described as a moan or terrible groan. The dark-haired woman wiped her hands on a linen cloth and placed the food she had prepared on to the tray of the high chair, it was a plastic plate on which was placed beautifully crafted sandwich fingers with the crusts neatly removed. “Nanny’s coming” she shouted out. She pulled some of the warm clothes from the drier and folded them on the kitchen table and made a neat pile that she gathered up in her arms. She buried her face in the soft terry nappies that were on the top of the pile and breathed in their fragrance. She prided herself on their whiteness, softness and fragrance. left the kitchen and headed up the stairs.

[Baby Mac]

This is going good so far please continue.

[antonia]

Chapter 2

It was one year ago when Dr Susan Handley discovered that her husband was having an affair with his secretary. It was the usual symptoms, meetings that suddenly took him away from home, phone calls that had to be taken out of her ear shot. Her husband Tom was crazy to try and hoodwink her, after all she was a psychiatrist, a fully capable psychologist and she was perfectly capable of noticing the smallest changes in his mental attitudes and behaviour. It did not take a genius to know that something was not quite right.

Susan was described by most who saw her, as a striking beauty. Tall, slim and elegantly dressed, she was a good catch for any man. She had inherited the house that they lived in from her father, who was an eminent specialist in orthodontics and facial reconstruction. A great deal of the dental work was performed in one of the two surgeries that he shared with a dragon-like woman who was his dental hygienist. The complex surgical procedures were performed at the private hospital where he was one of the consultants. It was on his way to one of his hospital surgeries when he had the crash that took his life.

She was devastated, her father had been her rock and been there to support and care for her after the death of her mother from cancer, when she was a young teenager. It was during this period that she had been drawn to Tom.

Tom was a junior solicitor acting in the practice that had been assigned as executors of her father’s estate. He was 28 years old and she was 35, he was just over five feet tall and she was nearly six. She was assertive and he tended to be a bit of a wimp and easily compliant. Although she had dated a number of suitors and enjoyed their company, most of her men found her too assertive and she was unwilling to let her career take a back seat in her relationships. Tom was a bit like a teddy, who she could hug to her breast like the child she had never had. Increasingly she found herself talking to him as a child and picking him up for any misdemeanour, a mark on his tie, a stain in his underwear, or a misplaced comment to her.

In a matter of months, they had fallen in to a relationship that seemed to suit them both, where Susan was most certainly in charge and Tom was the one who did as he was told. She dictated when they had sex and in what manner that would be performed. Tom’s sex drive was more driven than hers and, on those occasions, she would lead him to satisfaction by hand manipulating him or making him masturbate while she talked to him like a baby (which seemed to turn him on).

The mansion house was quickly adapted to her needs. The two surgeries were separated by an office that used to be shared between her father and his hygienist. Susan had the two walls removed and replaced with glass that could be electrically frosted by the push of a button. In the normal unfrosted state, it was possible to see across from one surgery into the other. Anybody seated in the office was able to keep any eye on either surgery.

ECT (Electro Convulsive Therapy) was a treatment for a number of mental conditions, and though still employed, was in decline compared to the old days. It was a lucrative business for Susan who took on private patients and also did work for the NHS under contract. Susan was far from finished in terms of her accomplishments and added the useful skill of hypnotherapist to her extensive portfolio.

[antonia]

Author: Sorry I lost the rest of the last paragraph!

ECT (Electro Convulsive Therapy) was a treatment for a number of mental conditions, and though still employed, was in decline compared to the old days. It was a lucrative business for Susan who took on private patients and also did work for the NHS under contract. Susan was far from finished in terms of her accomplishments and added the useful skill of hypnotherapist to her extensive portfolio.

Chapter 3

Once Susan had set up one surgery for her ECT machine and had the relevant anaesthesia equipment and restraints installed, she set up the other surgery as an observation room for post-surgical patients. Once patients had stabilised, they were taken upstairs to the floor where six bedrooms had been furnished as private rooms where they could convalesce and be restored to normality. One room was different from the rest and had been made very secure. The walls were papered in a pale pink nursery print that was purported to be more restful, the windows were barred and the door looked more in keeping with a prison cell than a hospital and came complete with an inspection portal. The bed was like a cot and had restraints fitted to the frame to restrict unruly patients.

Once the building works had been completed, Susan set about recruiting an experienced psychiatric nurse to join her in the new practice. The dark-haired girl she immediately took to, was called Mary, who not only came with the highest credentials, but had in her earlier years completed a course of training as a Norland College nanny in Bath. Her earliest charges had been amongst the aristocrats of English nobility.

The top floor was where Susan and Tom had their room and five other rooms (all with their own bathrooms) where Mary also had her own room. The attic had been converted into three storage rooms and a large room that was turned into a lounge/den for Mary’s use.

The conversions and renovations took six months and, in that time, Tom looked after the contractual work with the various trades and builders to ensure that projects were finished on time in order to save them from costly penalties. Half way through the works, Tom moved in with Susan and she became progressively bored with his immaturity and lack of physical skills. He was hopeless at decorating; he could not even hang a picture on the wall without it being crooked and apart from the legal paperwork he was quite useless.

Three months after Tom had moved in with Susan, he had started making out with Sarah who was a junior legal secretary in the office. They called each other by silly baby names like “coochie coo”, “my little honey bunny” and other infantile terms. Notes were slipped in to the manila files that they passed between them, prior to, and post, typing. The office staff and more particularly the senior partners were beginning to take notice of their immature behaviour. It did not help that one of the files containing a silly little love note from Tom ended up on the desk of Mr. Jonathan Willard-Sythe QC, the boss of Rounders Solicitors.

He was far from amused and summoned Tom and Sarah to his office where they were given a severe warning and both threatened with being dismissed if their stupidity continued. They left the office looking pale and decided to slip outside for a cigarette where they giggled and chattered like naughty children. It was that night that Tom went to Sarah’s small flat and they made out for the first time. They drank too much wine and the evening was literally a flop as Tom was unable to perform. Sarah was too drunk to notice his clumsy fumbling anyway.

Tom drove home in an unsuitable state for driving, being well over the alcoholic limit. Susan was livid that he should take such stupid risks and not at all convinced by his talk of an office party, nor impressed by the smell of perfume on him that was clearly from another woman. Tom was dispatched to one of the spare rooms after Susan had finished berating him and Mary came to Susan afterwards to give her boss some words of comfort.

[Baby Mac]

I hope she's going to brainwash Tom and implant remote hypnotic suggestions into a baby and he's got fight against it.

[antonia]

Chapter 4

The new medical practice opened and Susan and Mary looked after a succession of patients who had been booked in with psychiatric conditions like schizophrenia, severe depression, dipolar syndrome and dementia. They took on a housekeeper called Mrs Bowling who provided meals for them all and also another nurse called Julia, who looked after the day to day care of the patients, changing their bedding and in some severe cases their incontinence protection in the dementia cases particularly.

Tom had been very attentive to Susan over the coming weeks and they decided that they would marry at the register office, when Mary and Mrs Bowling came as witnesses. They did not want a grand wedding and Tom’s mother was quite estranged from her son anyway and declined to attend the ceremony. His father had run off with another woman years ago and his mother blamed Tom for driving him away with his brattish behaviour.

They stayed in London at the Ritz Hotel and went to Langan’s Brasserie for dinner. It was all reassuringly expensive but Tom drank too much and was unable to consummate his marriage that night. Susan was disappointed but for some reason she could not quite explain had a vision of Mary flash in to her mind, and most disturbingly she felt a surge of sexual passion. The next morning Tom fulfilled his function as a husband and with total lack of finesse or any semblance of care or passion had sex with his wife. Susan did not bother to feign any sort of fulfilment but let Tom hump away like a dog. The weekend was fun apart from the sex, they went to Hamley’s in Regent Street and Susan bought Tom a large fluffy teddy with a huge pink bow around its neck. They went to Dirty Bones in Carnaby Street and ate spare ribs, went to Mappin and Webb where Tom bought Susan a belated engagement ring to add to her wedding band. Finally, they settled in Chinatown and had a meal of Peking Duck with pancakes, sliced cuc-umber, spring onion and Hoi Sin sauce. They returned to the hotel and once again Tom’s performance in bed was at best rated mediocre.

Susan and Mary continued to improve the business and the team started to function really well. Mrs. Bowling was a gem and a treasure, who cooked beautiful meals for them all. Julia moved into one of the spare rooms most of the week so that she could be on call if any patients became disturbed or restless. They discovered that a combination of hypnosis and ECT could provide spectacular results in a number of conditions, especially where patients needed to be regressed back to a time when they did not have psychotic episodes in search of fundamental triggers to their conditions.

As the medical practice grew in success and profitability, Tom shrank in importance and his self-esteem dwindled as the law firm gave him less and less important tasks to fulfil. He became the conveyancing man; he was not entrusted with any cases that required him to show a profile in the business. He was the backroom boy doing the searches and handling the deeds to properties, the intermediate to building societies, banks and specialist loan companies. He and Sarah rekindled their clandestine relationship and all would have been well had they not be spied by Julia on her evening off, as Tom was supposed to be working late on an ‘urgent case’, but was sitting in a corner of a wine bar with his hand up Sarah’s skirt fiddling about in her pants as he prattled endlessly to her in baby talk. Julia who was treated well by Susan felt truly enraged and despite her urge to intervene instead took a video of them on her iPhone.

Chapter 5

The conversation between Julia and Susan was very difficult and it was not too long before Mary and Mrs Bowling were sharing the news. They formed a plan between them and decided that it would serve no purpose to delay putting it into action. They moved the cot from the secure room to the ECT room and put a series of harnesses onto the bed in the observation room. In the office Susan prepared a syringe with a powerful sedative, and another that would relax his muscles.

Tom came in at about midnight and no sooner had he switched on the hall light when the three women set about him to strip off his clothes and strap him into the bed in the observation room. Susan injected him with the pre-prepared syringes and Tom began to slump almost at once as the powerful sedative took hold of his body.

Mrs Bowling who was an expert with a sharp knife from years of cooking and preparing food, had his clothes cut off in minutes. They all sighed at the appearance of his underpants that were not only badly stained at the back but were really wet at the front caused by his incontinence caused by drinking too much alcohol and losing control. Once again it was Mrs Bowling who brandished the razor and began to shave off the hair around his groin. It took the four of them to man-handle his dead weight and turn him over to complete the shaving process. His shredded clothes were gathered up and stuffed in to a black bin bag ready for disposal.

Julia and Mary folded a large white terry nappy in to the traditional kite shape and lay it on the bed. Tom was rolled back over and laid on the nappy as the girls started the process of applying zinc and castor oil cream and baby powder over the rather pathetic and useless instrument of his manhood. A baby’s Harrington terry nappy was folded in half and laid over his front and the other large nappy pulled up between his legs and Mary with her nanny training took one of the open pins from her mouth and firmly pinned the two sides together, before tugging the other edge of the nappy and pinning it tightly with the second pin. Julia flapped open a large pair of translucent plastic pants and worked his feet through the leg openings. Between them they managed to work the pants up his legs and over the huge bulk of his fluffy soft nappies. They fussed about making sure that there was no towelling left uncovered by the plastic protection.

“What’s happening?” murmured Tom fighting the drugs that were rendering him incapable of making any physical interaction. “I cannot move my legs” he said, beginning to panic as his strength drained away.

“You are a louse Tom” retorted Susan “and you are going to pay the price for your infidelity”. She reached in to the pocket of her white coat and pulled out an adult sized pink dummy that she had found on sale in Ebay. It was a perfect replica of a baby’s dummy and the large teat was quickly slipped in to his mouth bringing a subdued silence, the face plate completely covered his mouth and made intelligible speech impossible.

“Nnnnnng” spluttered Tom trying to spit out the invading soother, but Susan had her hand firmly on the binky’s ring and made sure it remained firmly in place. Mary found some surgical bandage and tied it through the dummy and wrapped it around his head.

“It is one of the secret techniques I used with troublesome toddlers” she said with a grin “it worked far more efficiently than the naughty step!”

Tom was dragged up in to a sitting position and a t-shirt fitted over his head that was bright pink in colour and simply said “BABY” on the front. Julia shook open a bib that was made of white terry towelling, edged in pink gingham binding and extended from his neck to the plastic pants that protected his nappy. The colourful embroidery proclaimed “BABY” in multicolour silk thread.

“He is well-coordinated” she giggled “his bib matches his top beautifully”.

Susan had some pink woollen mittens which on the outside might have appeared all soft and fluffy, but on the inside had a stainless-steel pocket that prevented his fingers from bending and at the same time trapped his thumbs. His hands were effectively turned in to useless paddles that could at best wave to his captors.

Mary, in the meantime, was unwrapping a set of baby reins made of pink leather and had a breast plate that had four tinkling bells and a picture of a teddy wearing a nappy on the front. She slipped the straps over his shoulders and secured them tightly at his back. The previously fitted harness straps from the frame of the bed were clipped to the two d-rings on his baby harness making sure that Tom was completely restricted to his new bed.

Mrs Bowling had the honour of fitting a pair of soft knitted pink booties and secured them with pink ribbons to his feet. “These will keep him really cosy and snug” she reported.

The four of them laid him back on to the mattress which had been fitted with a flannelette sheet under which was a good old-fashioned sheet of red rubber to protect the mattress against any spillages or leaks. They looked at each other and then looked at Tom who was flat out and dead to the world all in pink apart from his fluffy white nappy showing through his translucent plastic pants. As they began to gather up the packaging and clear away the debris of their operation, they noticed that his dummy was slowly beginning to pulsate in Tom’s mouth as he used the instrument of pacification for its intended purpose. As the intensity of his nursing increased, so a thin line of drool ran from beneath his do-di and made its way to the absorbent bib around his neck.

Susan turned out the main light, leaving a small dimmed reading light beside the bed to provide a warm glow to the otherwise clinical room. “Now we have to complete the second part of the operation” she said “this may not be quite so easy”. The four of them high fived, and as they left Tom to his evening slumbers, Mary slipped her arm around Susan’s waist.

Susan thought to herself “that damned feeling again” as she felt a surge of sexuality tingle her sensuality.

The four of them decided to have a quick meeting in the office and went next door. Susan activated the electric switch to turn off the frosted effect in the glass and they could see Tom fast asleep. They made plans to meet up first thing in the morning to follow up on the strategy they had decided. They had no residents at the weekend, so there was nothing to get in the way or complicate what was going to be a difficult morning.

It never rains but it pours!

[antonia]

Chapter 6

Thanks to Julia, who had taken the original video on her iPhone, they knew about Tom’s infidelity, but she was a bright girl and having left the wine bar subsequently had second thoughts and decided to follow them home. She took a booth next to theirs and had to endure the sickening dialogue that drifted over the partition. “Mummy Wummy wants a kissy wissy from her Tommikins”. “Tommikins wants to play with his little kitten’s pussy wussy”. It was so nauseating that it was almost enough to curdle the fine Merlot that she was sipping. She sat there for an hour as the endless prattling went on and on and on. Her iPhone captured most of the conversation up until Sarah started to have an orgasm from whatever ministrations that Tom had been performing in her underwear. Enough was enough, and just as Julia was about to leave or face the prospect of throwing up, the adjoining booth sounded as if they were on the move. She buried her head in the local newspaper, as they passed by, oblivious of her presence.

She had calculated that Sarah must live fairly close by, otherwise why risk drink driving to a bar out of town. Her assumption was well-founded, because the bar was not only within walking distance of Rounders Solicitors but it was also close to Sarah’s flat. They were so engrossed in each other as they drivelled away in childish dialogue and clearly besotted, that a pack of bloodhounds behind them would not have been noticed. They turned in to a large house with a path leading to a door that had a long line of calling bell pushes. As Sarah fumbled for her key, Tom had his hand in her blouse and was trying to suc-k one of her breasts. She pretended to be cross but giggled coquettishly “Naughty baby trying to suc-k Mummy’s titties”.

They stumbled across the threshold and the door closed, a few minutes later a light appeared on the third floor and a silhouette of two people cavorting in the window was easily spotted by Julia. She went to the illuminated bell ladder and there were two flats on that floor, Mr and Mrs G. Findlay and the other a Miss S. Fenwick. Her work was done.

The morning after the securement of Tom, it was decided that Mrs Bowling would look after Tom, which was not going to be that difficult because he was hooked up to a drip and being fed intravenously. A second line in the canula was keeping him sedated and completely knocked out.

Mary, Julia and Susan took the mini van with the dark tinted windows that they used for transporting patients and went in to Bournemouth bought a bunch of flowers from the florist and then went on to the flat where Julia lived. The plan was to phone her number found on Tom’s mobile on the pretext of delivering a bunch of flowers supposedly sent by him. They also used his phone to send the text “Something special coming your way tomorrow, so don’t go out. Kissy Kissy and lots of Cuddles Tommikins XXX”.

It was as easy as taking candy from a baby! Julia rang the doorbell hiding behind a generous bunch of daffodils. The door was opened by Sarah in her flimsy dressing gown who was clearly disappointed at the sight of a £2 bunch of flowers, but her reaction was nothing to the one she received when Susan bounced out from behind Julia and rendered an injection to her arm. Mary took off her coat and they covered it around Sarah before bundling her in to the van.
Susan drove while the other two women worked on Sarah making sure she was properly restrained and unable to come to any harm.

An hour later Sarah was sitting in the cot naked and completely shaved apart from her hair which had been braided in to two pigtails and tied with pink ribbons. A couple of Little Pony barrettes were also placed in her hair to keep it in place.

The top of the cot had a lid that came across and locked. Sarah was like a caged animal when the effects of the injection had worn off.

The women decided it was time.

Tom was allowed to wake up, he had wet his nappy while under the influence of the powerful sedative and Susan had removed the drip feed and the canula when they returned. He slowly sat up and realised that he was not only tethered to his bed but that he was dressed as a baby. A baby with a very wet nappy and a big dummy that he had no way of removing.

From the central office they removed the frosted barrier so that Tom could see them and they could see Tom. The rooms were connected via a speaker system so that they could communicate clearly between the three rooms.

“Hello Tommikins!” said Susan “I hope you are feeling better”. She smiled as the full realisation of his situation hit him. “I want you to see Hunny Bunnikins” she said clearing the adjoining wall and revealing Sarah to him.

Sarah had just come out of her drug induced sleep and looked across the office in to Tom’s room. “What have you done to him?” she screamed her breasts jiggling as she tried to stand up in the confined space of her cot but was forced to kneel as that was the only height she had.

Tom looked at Sarah in her naked state, vulnerable and small.
Sarah looked at Tom in total astonishment, a giant toddler wearing a wet nappy, suc-king a dummy and protected by a large baby’s bib that appeared to be wet with his dribbling. His mittens and booties just made him look completely ridiculous.

“They made me in to a baby” he dried to say past his dummy but it came out as “Dey may me babba”. The effort caused him to splutter more drooling and it dripped on to his bib from the end of his chin. Whether it was the remnants of the drug or his weak disposition wasn’t clear, but in a few seconds, he was sobbing and blubbering like an over-grown toddler.

“Look at you back in nappies” she said scornfully

The look of contempt on Sarah’s face was pure joy to Susan. The joy was to increase because Sarah was suddenly gripped with the need to use the toilet. The damnation of Tommikin’s nappies came back to haunt her as she realised that she would be very grateful to be wearing a nappy herself at that moment.

“I need to use the toilet” she shouted to the women in the office “Now”. Nobody moved in the office.