It Never Rains but it Pours

[antonia]

Chapter 13

The two captives looked at each other in despair and held each other close for comfort. Tom could feel Sarah’s wet nappy radiating its heat against his leg and felt strangely aroused. She gyrated against him and he felt himself becoming erect. They kissed passionately.

“We have to go” she said

“How?” asked Tom “that window is solid, we will never get it open”. Sarah grabbed the poker and smashed it through the window and poked out the glass from around the edges. The sound was horrendous and the sounds of the owners was angry.

The key was in the lock and the old man threw open the door “What the …?” he began, but never finished his sentence as Tom and Sarah tore past him and opened the front door. They turned off and continued their run down the lane – the old man and his wife shouting abuse at them as they disappeared into the distance. A minute later, the van containing Susan, Mary and Julia arrived outside the house.

“You’re too late” shouted the man “they have escaped.”

Susan told him to send them the bill for his window and jumped back in the van and then sped off in pursuit.

Tom and Sarah dived down the side of one of the cottages right at the end of the row just in time to see the van go speeding past. They had a piece of very fortunate luck because running down the garden was a line full of clothes. Sarah picked out a bra, some knickers, a pair of socks, a t-shirt that was a bit on the large size and a pair of joggers. She shed her nappy and plastic pants pulling them off in one go. She quickly dressed in the shade of the garden shed. How she wished she had some shoes. Tom had been scouting around and outside the door were a pair of wellington boots left on the back doorstep. They were a little on the large size for Sarah but were far better than the surgical overshoes that she had been wearing.

Tom put two twenty pound notes from his wallet into the breast pocket of the white coat and pegged it on the line. It would just about cover the theft. They decided to keep off the lane, in case the van decided to come back looking for them. There was a footpath that led to the centre of the village and although the way would be a little perilous they decided that this would be their safest way to escape.

After an hour and thanking their luck that it was not raining and quite a mild night, they made it to the village. The pub had rooms to rent and explaining that their car had broken down, they just needed a room for the night to pull themselves together. Tom went to the one stop shop that was still open and bought personal care items as the owner was just about to put up the closed sign. The time was now just before ten and they had the whole night to plan a way for their escape. They hoped and prayed that the old man in the first cottage and the second family from whom they had stolen the clothes would not be calling the police.

They took their late-night dinner in their room – a solid round of cheese and ham sandwiches for them both rounded off with a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. They both showered and cleaned up before throwing themselves into bed where they had the best sex that either of them could ever remember. They slept well that night as Susan and Mary returned to the cottages to knock on the doors and make enquiries while Julia drove the area in the van looking to locate them.

The second cottage had discovered the loss of their laundry and pocketed the ÂŁ40 left by Tom. They pocketed another ÂŁ100 given to them by Susan in return for her white coat and the promise of silence over the theft which as she explained would be embarrassing if it was discovered that two of their patients had managed to escape. She also collected a rather large soggy nappy and pair of plastic pants that had been unceremoniously dumped in the garden.
Sarah took Tom again first thing in the morning and they got dressed, and went down to breakfast in the lounge of the bar. They ate heartily and asked the landlord if he could call them a taxi. Tom paid their bill.

They arrived back at Sarah’s flat and she rang the bell of a neighbour to borrow back her spare key. The two of them were hugging themselves as they climbed the stairs to celebrate their escape and for Sarah to be able to have access to her own clothes and some make up.
Tom closed the door behind him and they went in to the lounge. Two figures appeared out of the bedroom, one of them locked the front door. “Have a nice holiday you two?” asked Susan as Mary jabbed a needle into Tom’s neck and watched him gracefully pass out in a heap on the floor. Sarah was about to scream but Susan already had her stabbed with a needle of her own. The look of utter surprise on Sarah’s face was almost comical.

The last thing they both heard was “This is never ever going to happen again”.

[krystalasbaby2017]

At least the had fun the one night of freedom but i guess punishment will be really harsh on them now

[antonia]

Chapter 14

The two women hauled Sarah up on the double bed in the bedroom and systematically removed the clothing she had stolen. “We will get this laundered and have it returned to its owner” said Mary. Susan was opening the large holdall and as Mary creamed and powdered the girl with baby powder, the nappy was being folded into the kite shape so favoured by most mothers. In no time at all the nappy, a muslin liner and an additional soaker at the front was under her bottom and being pulled tightly between her legs and pinned with two large safety pins. A new pair of plastic pants smelling of that delicious vinyl that only new baby pants can have, were eased over her feet and up her legs until they were safely fitted over the fluffy white diapers. Sarah was in a deep sleep and was a dead weight as they sat her up and pulled a garment over her head and fitted her arms into its sleeves. They pulled the garment under her and fitted her legs into the rest of the garment, closing the snaps that ran up from one leg across her crutch and down the other leg. So puffy was her nappy that the padded plastic peeked out between the poppers tempting them to spring open.

Nanny Mary stuffed a large pink dummy in to her mouth and tied a large plastic backed terry towelling trimmed in pink gingham and embroidered with the name “BABY”. In no time at all the dummy started to bob in and out rhythmically as Sarah began to suc-kle. Although the sleeper had fitted feet, they tied on a pink pair of booties with large sating bows. They fitted the restraining mitts to disable her hands completely which had the soft woollen mittens tied with ribbons to disguise their true function. Finally, to complete her transformation a pink woollen sleep bonnet made of the softest angora wool and bedecked with lace and pink satin ribbon was tied on her head. A set of pink reins were attached and secured to the headboard of the bed

In the original capture Tom had been left in his own clothes, but he had annoyed the two of them so much that he was now going to be dressed up in his own new clothes. They had both noticed the sexual activity that had taken place with Sarah and so Tom was fitted with a chastity device that was fitted with a urethral tube that was inserted in to his pen-is and then fitted to the ring that had been placed around his testicles. The stainless-steel device left him with a thimble shaped cage that was locked with a key that completely sealed the two halves together with a brass lug.

Tom was also put back in nappies but in his case, he was clothed in a beautiful blue satin romper suit with a bib that went over his cute little pale blue blouse. A line of snaps at the bottom gave access to his nappies and plastic pants for easy changes. The whole confection was covered in satin blue ribbons and the seat had row upon row of lacy ruffles. He had his own pale blue sleep bonnet, mittens and booties. Mary also had a lovely big pale blue dummy for him to nurse and a bib in matching blue to Sarah’s. Tom was suc-king and dribbling from his dummy like a natural in a matter of minutes, making little slurping sounds as the do-di went in and out like a little piston. They fitted the blue leather reins with the jingling bells to Tom and secured his straps as well.

The two of them lay side by side like a pair of overgrown baby twins, both suc-king on their dummies and both looking so sweet in their baby clothes.

“Now all we have to do is get our little treasures home” said Mary “and that is not going to be easy at all”.

“We just have to wait half an hour, then their sedation will wear off and I think I might be able to plant the suggestion that they cooperate with us and have a lovely baby reward when they get to their new home”. Said Susan “it is critical that I can hit the twilight zone in their consciousness because they will be extremely susceptible and open to instructions”. She looked in the holdall and pulled out two uniforms “we should put these on now”

An hour later the four of them were on their feet, the two babies in their sweet baby clothes and Susan and Mary in their nurse’s uniforms complete with lacy hats and white aprons adorned with pendant watch and a few nappy pins ready for use. The short-term treatment had been a total success and both Tom and Sarah had taken to the hypnotism really quickly. Each nurse led a baby, Susan had Tom and Mary had Sarah, both being controlled by their reins which jingled at every step.

As they walked out the flat they were met by one of Sarah’s neighbours, who stopped and was totally astonished at the sight before her.

Susan anticipated her reaction and laughed “Aren’t they wonderful and such good sports to dress up for the charity event. I am sure they will win the prize for best entrant”.

“Are they wearing nappies?” asked the neighbour

“Would you take a young baby out without putting them in nappies first?” answering her question with another. “Could you imagine the mess?”

“You look amazing Sarah” said the neighbour more than a little uneasy and curious “are you alright? You seem a bit distant dear.”

Sarah was too dozy to answer and replied by a suc-k on her dummy. “A touch too much Dutch courage” explained Mary “come on babies, we have to get a move on”. She said rattling the collection box ‘for GOS Children’s Hospital’. The neighbour reached in her purse and put a pound coin in the slot.

Julia had the van outside and had timed her arrival to perfection, the four of them jumped in the minivan, the two babies being strapped in to special seats to prevent their escape and keep them safe.

[Baby Mac]

Love it could you write this from the victims POV like how they hypnotically confused and fall for there trick and while trying to fight there with will power.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Thank you for another addition to the story. Nice to see Tom now in diapers, however would be nice to see him in a nice sissy baby dress.  From the babies point of view that would be interesting for one chapter.

[antonia]

Chapter 15

Sarah was placed in the ECT couch and her reins affixed to the frame. Tom was secured to the bed in the other room and could see Sarah as they remover her bonnet. Sarah looked at Tom and although feeling quite groggy she felt nervous, no she felt worse than nervous, she was scared.

“What is this chair?” she thought “it smells of disinfectant and has the faintest undernote of urine. I really don’t like it. I want to scratch my nose but my hands are attached to these bloody reins. Thank god, they are taking off that stupid bonnet that was making my head feel hot. Why do I feel so damned lethargic? What now? It is that bitch Susan talking at me again. What is that thing in her hand? It is kind of cute, I wouldn’t mind having one of those as a necklace, it is kind of cool. Twinkle, twinkle little star..”

Susan injected a psychotropic sedative

“She is pricking me again, but it doesn’t hurt, that bitch can’t hurt me, because my feet are feeling heavy, now my legs are feeling heavy, every time I take a breath, I am getting sleepier and I am like Alice going down the bunny rabbit hole. I am so safe and cosy in this burrow like a little cuddly bunny rabbit. That is funny, now I am back in my cot and Mummy has just changed my nappy and put on my plastic panties. I like it when she puts me in a clean nappy because it feels so soft and it smells nice. Yes, of course I like being in nappies, what a silly question to ask a little baby. I can stop worrying about wetting myself or doing a poo poo because mummy will make me nice and clean. Mummy says I have lots and lots of soft fluffy nappies and pretty plastic panties, so I can go wee wee and poo poo any time I like, because babies use their nappies all the time don’t they.”

Susan continued with the suggestions.

“I need to do a wee Mummy. No stop it, I am not a baby, I am a big girl. Not I am a grown up. I go to the toilet. I do not wear nappies, that’s what babies do. No, I can’t be wearing a nappy, I am.., I am a big girl, I am a big baby girl and I am wearing a nappy because I am a baby. I need to go in my nappy because that is what babies do. I like wearing my nappy because I do not have to worry about doing a wee wee or going poo poo. That feels nice, I am all nice and warm, it feels really hot and squidgy coming out my bottom. Me baby, I gone poo poo in my nappy. Me good girl. Me suc-k on my do-di and wiggle in my nappy. Mummy change me soon. I think I done wee wee too. Sleepy now, me go sleepies now and suc-k on my dum dum like a good baby.” Sarah blacked out in a deep sleep.

Susan wrinkled her nose – she had one new baby girl with a filthy nappy to clean up!

Tom looked from his bed to his girl friend being talked to by Susan, he could see the crystal but had no idea what was going on because the intercom was not turned on. He watched with almost disgust as Susan pulled down Sarah’s plastic pants and nappies and started to deal with what seemed to be an awful mess. Mary came into the room carrying a pile of nappies and plastic pants and between them they restored Sarah to being sweet smelling, clean and protected with nappy rash cream. He did not know what to think, nor could he imagine what plans his wife and her new lover had in store for them both.

He realised that whatever problems Sarah had just suffered, he was going to be in a similar position himself in the very near future. That moment was becoming closer ever moment his mind dwelt on it.

“Susan” he yelled out “Susan, can I see you please” he shouted although his dummy made speech very difficult and he sounded quite babyish.

Susan looked back at him through the partition and was cross to be disturbed as she was settling Sarah back in her cot and smoothing down her winceyette baby nightie that they had fitted on her to replace the pink sleeper that had become soiled. She admired the lines of smocking that ran across the chest in different shades of pink in embroidery threads. The feel of the plastic pants and the clean nappy through the soft fabric was electrifying, and the smell of baby powder mixed with that baby warmth was unique. She was watching Sarah nursing her dummy and could not resist a little smile – she looked so sweet. She looked again at Tom and with the moment broken, she went to see what he wanted.

“What?” she demanded with no hint of kindness.

“Please may I use the toilet Susan?” he asked meekly

“What are you wearing Tom?”

“A nappy” he replied sheepishly and spluttering past his dummy

“And why do babies wear nappies?”

“Because they cannot help wetting themselves and you know…”

“Right! So do babies suc-k on a dummy?”

“Some of them do”

“Do babies wear a bib?”

“Some of them do”

“Do babies wear rompers and have little booties?”

“Well yes, I suppose so”

“Are you wearing a nappy and plastic pants, are you suc-king a dummy and dribbling all over your bib? Are you wearing a sweet romper suit, booties and a woollen bonnet?”

“Well yes” began Tom “but I’m not a baby, I am an adult and know how to use the toilet”.

“You look like a baby, if you were wearing grown up clothes then you might be an adult, but you let us dress you up in baby clothes.”

“I was drugged” exclaimed Tom “you and Mary injected us with something”. His bladder sent a signal to his brain to beg for relief. “Come on Susan, let me get up and let me use the toilet and stop all this nonsense”.

Susan folded her arms and looked at him “You definitely look like a baby and I can certainly see that you have a very large nappy on and I can see you have plastic pants on as well, because I can see them peeking out through the snaps on your romper”. She lent towards him and pulled at one of the snaps between his legs – a large section of his baby protection poked out through the gap. “Yes, I thought so, you are most certainly wearing an old-fashioned terry nappy and those are most certainly a pair of waterproof plastic panties that you have on top of your nappies.”

“Please. Please Susan” begged Tom “I am asking you really nicely to please let me use the toilet”. He said, the desperation beginning to creep in to his voice. He tried to clutch himself to quell the pressure building inside of him, but his hands secured to the reins would not allow him to reach. He started to wriggle in order to try and stop himself. The potty dance so well-known to any mother was in progress and Susan could not help but smile as Tom began to attack his dummy with gusto while he jiggled about frantically on his bed.

“Okay! You can go!” she said smiling at him. Tom slurped noisily on his binky and rattled his hands against his reins causing the little row of bells to jingle loudly. “That is so sweet, I think we should call you Tinkerbell!”

“Thank you! Thank you very much” said Tom waiting for Susan to release him.

“Yes baby, you can go anytime you like. Like any baby back in nappies you do not have to ask sweetheart, you just go. Wet your nappy before you damage yourself” she laughed.

Tom felt betrayed as he felt a small spurt escape him in to the thirst cloth. Susan put her hand against the front of his plastic pants as Tom lost his struggle and the full flood flowed out of him. She felt the warmth radiate out across the front of his pants and down between his legs as the thick thirsty nappy suc-ked up his wetting in its soft towelling folds.

“As I said Tom, you look like a baby, you are in nappies like a baby and now you have wet yourself like a baby!”

[Baby Mac]

Keep this style going it is great!!!