Chapter 16
Susan and Mary with the help of Julia and Mrs Bowling slowly but surely reduced Tom and Sarah to the same level of toilet training as little toddlers. It only took a month with daily regression therapies that the two of them accepted that during the night at least; they were totally dependent on the use of thick night time nappies and had returned to being incontinent bed wetters and stood no chance of going the night without suffering nocturnal enuresis.
Tom was dressed in little blue dresses which were long enough to just cover the elastic waist band of his plastic pants. He was never without a dummy and always wore a bib to protect the beautiful delicate dresses that he was forced to wear. The reins were no longer needed and he had grown to accept that it was better to behave and do as he was told or he would end up in the ECT chair and suffer the potentially permanent consequences. He had become so well behaved that the reinforced mittens were replaced with the soft woollen mittens that matched his booties.
If Tom was dressed in blue, then Sarah was always dressed in pink and she too had been placed in a position of trust where she too was allowed the same freedoms as Tom. The constant praise they received for a wet nappy and the promise of a little packet of chocolate buttons every time they had a dirty nappy slowly started to erode their perception of what was normal and what was not.
Tom was in the second month of treatment when Susan came in to see him. He was very happy because he woken up with a very wet nappy after his night time sleep and he knew that Susan and Mary would give him big cuddles and kisses for being a good boy. However, today was going to be even more special, because he had just about woken up feeling a little bit full when without thinking he started to fill his nappy by pushing out a big poo into the back of his nappy. He could feel it pushing against the liner that was inside his nappy and could feel the resistance, so he squeezed a little bit harder knowing that there was only one direction that this was going. It had passed the point of no return and there was no going back on soiling his nappy. Susan had told him that he would feel naughty the first time that this happened, but that he should feel a very big boy for being brave enough to use his nappy for the way it was intended. Now Tom could feel the warmth in the back of his pants and because Susan had told him so, it felt perfectly alright. He almost glowed with the success of his accomplishment and felt he had made a significant milestone.
Susan and Mary came in to his room and he pulled himself on to his knees and felt the big poo sink deeper in to his nappy. He knew he was not allowed to say anything about the state of his nappy whether it be wet or dirty, because a good nanny or loving mummy always knew these things.
“Hello baby boy! Do I think that you have been a very special baby for Nanny?” asked Mary.
Tom was almost bursting with pride at his infantile degradation and suc-ked feverishly on his dum-dum and bounced up and down in his cot. His filthy wet nappy sagged drastically and pulled against the poppers of his onesie. He wanted to tell them how clever he had been but knew that was not allowed.
“I know what is different” beamed Susan “baby has done a poo in his nappy for Nanny hasn’t he? His very first dirty night time nappy, what a clever baby you have been” she cooed
Tom was so proud that he gave up his grip on the bars of his cot and clapped his mittened hands together in delight and in doing so fell back on to his thickly padded bottom and felt the product of his delight squish against his bottom. It felt glorious to him and he revelled in being a complete baby.
Susan and Mary praised and cuddled Tom and fed him chocolate buttons until he felt his heart would burst with happiness. The regression therapy was so deeply ingrained that Tom now believed that all his actions were completely normal, so skilful had Susan’s programme been executed. Up until now, Tom had been allowed to ask for his potty to avoid soiling his nappy, now he realised that going in his nappy was absolutely normal and far more fun than sitting on the cold uncomfortable potty. He was always treated very coldly and often cruelly teased on his potty because Susan and Mary hated cleaning it up after him. He now knew that completely using his nappies like a baby was going to mean that he was going to be treated very lovingly and made to feel very special.
Sarah was most certainly wetting the bed helplessly into her nappies but at this stage was using her potty for her other business and much like Tom had been treated harshly and cruelly for not using her nappies. She was now a full month behind Tom and Susan decided that she need to take matters up another level.
Sarah sat in the ECT chair and was fully secured. Inside she was terrified and wanted to know why they had applied a cold gel to her temples and attached some strange electrodes. Susan was twiddling with the sparkly pendant she had come to know so well and felt herself sinking into the deep hole where everything was soft and warm.
“You have been a very bad baby” said Susan “you told me that you liked your nappies but you still want to use the horrible potty to go poo poo.”
“No like poo poo” muttered Sarah from her deep sleepiness.
“The potty bites” said Susan and turned on the ECT until Sarah was arched in the chair.
Sarah relaxed as the current was turned off. “Nasty potty” she cried
“Going in your nappies is what good babies do” explained Susan “all good babies go in their nappies for wee wee and poo poo”
The ECT was applied again, Sarah went rigid
“The potty is horrid and makes you feel really bad” said Susan “soiling your nappy is what all good babies do”.
Once again, the ECT was applied and as the shock died away Sarah said “I don’t like my potty, Sarah likes her nappies”.
Sarah was brought out of her deep trance and her eyes looked vacant and distant. Susan and Mary watched her carefully as Sarah’s face went deep red.
“What’s happening” whispered Mary to Susan”
“Shhh!” said Susan “watch!”
Sarah went even redder and started to grunt and strain. She felt herself straining against the restraints in the chair and was determined to soil her lovely soft nappy. She did not want the horrid potty that was for sure. It was hard to go in her nappy and she was pushing and pushing but the chair was holding her too tight against her nappy and she could not get it out of her body. She felt herself starting to cry with the frustration.
Mary loosened the straps holding Sarah to the chair.
The forces holding her to the chair were not so tight and Sarah began to gurgle as the big load started to force its way into her nappy. She pushed and pushed with joy, feeling the back of her nappy fill with the logs of her endeavours. Happy with her efforts to make a dirty nappy she released her bladder and completed the task. She never wanted to see the potty ever again. Now she felt relieved, but she also felt a vagueness, who was she? She was a baby, she knew that because Susan had told her. There was something else? She was a baby but not a real baby? No, she had to be a real baby, because she was sitting in a filthy wet nappy and that is what babies do in their nappies. It was very hard to think. Anyway, she was sure she was a baby.
Mary and Susan cleaned her up and fed her chocolate buttons and hugged her and kissed her and stroked her and caressed her until she had no doubt that she was the best baby in the whole world.
They put her in the new play pen with the locking lid and she looked at the other baby in a blue dress. “Who is that baba?” she thought looking directly at Tom who seemed upset that she did not know him. “My rattle” she thought snatching it from Tom’s hand.
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