Chapter 10
Tom had progressed over the last four months and had come along really well. He was now using his nappies very happily as a result of his regression therapy and the reinforcement that it was perfectly normal for a baby to wet and soil their nappies. He nursed on his dummy almost continuously and became very upset if he misplaced or dropped it. He now had a pink ribbon attached to his bib with a nappy pin that connected to the ring on his dummy. In addition, Susan had hung dummies of different colours from the bars on his cot with Velcro, so that he would never be without one.
It was impossible for him to use normal cups and glasses and even a sippy cup was difficult with his mittens on, so he had taken to his ba-ba very successfully and always had his drinks in a large baby’s feeding bottle fitted with a NUK 5 teat that she had managed to purchase from Germany.
The main problem was that he looked like an adult, thought like an adult and talked like an adult. Changing him was not going to be easy (and we are not talking nappies here because they were easy!). It was true, that the months spent sitting in his cot had meant that his leg muscles were very much weakened. The bulk of his nappies meant that he tended to walk a little bow-legged and these two factors of bad stance coupled with a general weakness made him toddle very convincingly and he often collapsed on to his well-padded bottom after a few short wobbly steps.
Extensive electrolysis eliminated much of his unwanted hair and the giant course of feminine hormones was certainly having a beneficial effect on him. His stubby crayon of a pen-is no longer seemed to function and erections were becoming a thing of the past. The CB-6000 chastity device that they had purchased was still wrapped up in its box and had never been put to use. If there was a negative, it was in the developing breasts that were becoming increasingly noticeable through his onesie.
All the women were very fond of him and although a smelly nappy twice a day was somewhat unpleasant, they did enjoy him when he was a sweet smelling baby in his sweet baby dresses and playing with his many toys and fluffy animals. He was very restricted my his mittens and they severely restricted what he could play with, but they knew they had to stay on until he was “fixed”.
That day arrived and Tom was secured to the ECT treatment couch, his reins tightly secured, his wrists secured with Velcro to the arms of the chair and a gag fitted between his teeth to prevent him from biting his tongue, or worse, swallowing it. Tom looked terrified, his eyes wide and staring, darting from Mary to Susan in the hopes of finding an explanation to his situation. The mask was fitted to his mouth and the anaesthetic turned on. The electrodes were applied to his forehead with a conductive gel and his vital signs monitored on a screen next to Susan. She tested the circuits and all was well. She nodded to Mary, who help his hand, and began the shock therapy. Tom arched in the chair and shook violently; the vital signs went off scale but she continued with the treatment long beyond her normal protocol period. Oxygen was administered, Tom’s lips were looking dangerously blue and it was a huge relief when he started to turn pink again.
They removed all the straps, took off the mask, unhooked the gag and re-fitted his dummy as Tom slowly opened his eyes. He looked quite vacant, he seemed totally unaware that he had soiled and wet his nappy, only the slow deliberate suc-king of his dummy showed that anybody was in.
They put him in a wheel chair and wheeled him to chair lift that went to his room. He said not a word until they started cleaning him up. “Baba” he spluttered through his dummy, “me baba” he repeated.
They changed his nappy and fitted new plastic pants
“What is your name?” asked Susan
“Me baba” came the reply from Tom and that seemed to be the end of the conversation as he slipped in to a deep sleep.
Over the next three days the process was repeated and Tom was rendered totally listless.
They took off his reinforced mitts and replaced them with pure wool mittens. Tom barely flexed his fingers, but suc-ked on his dummy and drooled far more than normal. He started to make strange noises “ma ma, goo goo, dum dum” it was a primitive baby talk. There seemed no end to it, and his experimentation with vowels and syllables had no bounds as he began to babble incessantly. He flapped his arms up and down with animated excitement as Mrs Bowling brought in his bottle.
Susan and Mary wondered whether they had over-done his treatment as the old Tom has appeared to have been completely burnt out. The hundreds of shock-induced mini strokes had left him almost a vegetable.
“They do recover and bounce back a lot after a few days” said Susan uncertainly, but Mary did not look convinced. Mrs Bowling shook her head not knowing what to think and returned to the kitchen. Mary undid her apron and dropped it on the floor, she then undid the buttons on her tunic and put that on the floor. She then took off her lacy bra and slipped down her pants. She stood naked in front of Tom who looked unresponsive and stared straight through her. Susan was unable to resist her and they began kissing and fondling in front of Tom who continued to suc-k his dummy totally unmoved.
“That is not good” said Susan once they had both orgasmed several times and Tom has transferred his gaze to the mobile above his cot as it glinted in the sun’s rays. “I think I might have damaged him”
“Really?” said Mary “what the hell are we going to do now…….?”
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Four months earlier Susan was talking to Mary in bed
"Of course there is always the other scenario" she said "if we don't give the treatment to Tom we can always........."
The two of them started giggling like school children and went back to their frantic love-making.
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