It Never Rains but it Pours

[antonia]

Chapter 20

Mrs Bowling was in the kitchen with Julia folding up the nappies that had been brought in from the garden and given a quick spin in the tumble drier to fluff them up to the height of babyish softness. There were almost two dozen as the big babies were getting through them at a fast rate, now they were completely incontinent – doubly incontinent.

Julia was scrutinising the nappies as they were being folded “These are lovely and white Mrs B.” she said as she added another one to the growing pile.

“It’s all about quality”, replied Mrs Bowling “a good boil wash once in a while, a good long dry in the sun and a first-class quality nappy to begin with!” she explained with authority.

Susan and Mary joined the group and praised Mrs Bowling on the quality of her laundry. Susan put on the kettle and they set about getting out mugs and plates for afternoon tea and cake. The kettle boiled, the tea brewed in a big brown china pot and a Victoria sponge carefully removed from the round tin that was kept in the pantry. Mary cut four generous slices “I hope it tastes alright” she said smiling as she placed a generous slice on each plate.

“We need to make some decisions” said Mary “Sarah and Tom are taking up far too much of our resources at a time when we are getting busier and busier. In addition to our normal work, we are now being asked for a huge number of other products, like tailor-made hypnosis tapes, advice on regression therapy and troublesome children and errant husbands requiring hands on treatment to bring them back into line. This is all excellent business for our turnover, but we are spending far too much time pandering to Tom and Sarah who could be far more self-sufficient.”

“So, what are you suggesting?” asked Julia who spent a large part of her day looking after the two adult babies.

“Well I have a number of options” said Susan “firstly, I think that Sarah should start taking care of Tom in terms of changing him, feeding him and keeping him amused. To this end I have planted a suggestion in Sarah’s mind that she would rather like to have Tom as her own baby”.

She took a bite of cake and continued “Tom is a perfectly sound human being apart from being totally nappy dependant. He completely accepts that he has lost all control of his toilet training and seems to be quite comfortable with the fact. He knows that this condition ties him to us, how could he leave without his nappying supplies and baby clothes, let alone his dummy on which he has been completely reliant?”

“So, what are you thinking about Tom?” asked Mary

“I think we could use him in the business. I had thought about reducing him to the same status as a vegetable and let Sarah have him as her plaything, but that would be a waste. We could use him as an advertisement as to the success of our business of our incontinence process, but then our clients are more than happy to spread the word of our successful treatment. I do have a slight worry that he may try and escape, but with no money, no car and no clothes apart from his baby things; I am not sure how he might achieve such a thing. However, I do think it might be prudent to reinforce his love of his surroundings and make him feel nauseous any time that leaves the boundaries of the house and to give him a deep feeling of insecurity anytime he nears the boundaries. I will have a session with him before he goes to bed tonight and put that part of the plan into progress. I will also make him desire to be closer to Sarah, although the sexual side of things is becoming a little tumultuous, I regret that Tom is going to find his dirty nappy more of a turn on than having a sexual relationship with Sarah.” Susan took another sip of her tea and continued “Tom should be put to work. We could send him to the creche and have him washing nappies with some of our other client’s charges! I am not sure that is relevant for him, because I have chosen not to turn him into a sissy, I just want him to be trapped as a baby and to accept and even enjoy his predicament. I think this is working quite well, don’t you?”

The people around the table agreed.

“I think he should become a part of our growing regression business. The client comes in to our surgery and sees us, a psychiatric medical team, going about our business. They do not see the finished product. I propose that Tom be made to meet and greet the clients and their charges when they come for their initial meeting. Sometimes the person getting the treatment has no idea why they are coming whether they be son, husband or even daughter. Tom would be there to show what a “blank” looks like after the basic preliminary treatment. A total incontinent that fully accepts their position and is bound to their carer and their location by their condition. You know what they say – a picture tells a thousand words – and Tom is that picture. We can then explain that once you have produced a blank like Tom, you can then turn them in to a sissy, a baby, a toddler, even a toothless vegetable. They can take power of attorney, run their charge’s life and basically have total control. They can be made in to servants or slaves, they could be sold in to sexual slavery. I am not sure I like that idea, but it just shows that the number of possibilities is limitless.”

“Would we allow the client to interrogate Tom?” asked Julia

“Why not? We already have a reward system in place, a packet of chocolate buttons and he is happy to do anything. He knows that sitting around in a dirty nappy is not a very nice punishment! I bet he finds the whole idea of having something productive to do will be a welcome change.”

“How do you think Sarah will take to Tom going back to work?” asked Mrs Bowling

“Maybe we use Sarah as an example of what can happen to a blank? I mean she is very much a baby girl that has or will be imprinted with a ‘mummy need’, the perfect live-in nappy dependant nanny that will never leave and will always look after baby.”

[Baby Mac]

So gooood

[Baby Mac]

I hope one of them personally hypnotizes him into being a brainless baby and his true self prisoner in his mind with no way of escaping.

[Sissy Little Girl]

Antonia, another great segment of this story.  I can't wait for the next one so I can see what happens in the continuing saga of Tom and Sarah. :D :D :D :D

[antonia]

Chapter 21

That evening Tom had a very long ‘chat’ with Susan when under deep hypnosis he was made to feel very comfortable living in the big house but ‘learned’ that it was very dangerous and scary if he were to go outside of the large gate or the other side of the fences and hedges that bordered the estate. He was also told that it was perfectly alright to be seen in his current wardrobe which as he knew he had to wear because it made changing his nappies a lot easier and looked perfectly appropriate for him. Beside he looked really cute when he was in his best clothes and everybody loved him for it.

The next day Tom was very cooperative as he was changed out of his wet nappy and put into another thick night time nappy with a muslin liner, having been given a good coating of zinc and castor oil cream and dusted heavily with Johnson & Johnson Baby talc. Tom did not raise any concerns at being put into the thicker nappy, that tended to make him waddle when he walked, because it was so thick between his legs. The addition of thick blue plastic pants with almost industrial thickness of vinyl, further made the nappy feel very obvious. He raised his arm as instructed as she pulled a white baby vest with the square neck over his head. Then he threaded his feet into a bubble romper in delicate blue and pulled the bib front up in front of him and pulled the straps over his shoulders, crossing them at the back and securing them with the two large buttons on the waist band. Little pearl buttons at the thigh secured his legs and the whole garment puffed out like a balloon forcing the poppers between his legs to stretch and allow his plastic pants to peak out through the gaps between the shiny steel fasteners.

Susan took a safety pin and threaded it through a pale blue silk ribbon that was tied to his large blue dummy with the silicone teat and affixed it to the bib of his romper. Tom licked his lips with anticipation and was rewarded by having the dummy teat pushed between his lips. He began to suc-k immediately as this was now an automatic reflex.

On his feet she placed to large blue woolly booties that had suede leather soles so that he could safely toddle in them without slipping. They were bunny soft and secured to his feet with more silky blue ribbon. Around the rim of the little booties were little tinny bells that looked like dummies and tinkled every time Tom took a step.

“Aren’t they soo cute?” she cooed at Tom “now we will never lose you, will we? Mummy can hear you wherever you go darling”. Tom smiled behind the shield of his dummy. “Now, because you are such a big boy today, Mummy is not going to make you wear your mittens.”

She fluffed out a large terry bib trimmed in blue gingham ribbon that formed the ties that went around his neck. She tied the bib securely making sure it was not too tight. “There now, that will keep your beautiful new romper all clean from your dummy dribbles won’t it sweetheart?”

She brushed his hair and kissed him on his forehead. “Ready for breakfast!” she announced.

Sarah was already in her high chair by the time Tom joined her in the nursery kitchen. She was dressed in a baby pink dress that flared out from just beneath her breasts and barely came to the top of the pink plastic pants that covered her clean nappies. She was wearing a bib identical to Tom’s except that it was trimmed in pink. She was eating Shreddies with her fingers from a pink bowl and already her bib was starting to look useful. As Tom came into the room and was being fitted into his high chair, Sarah clapped her hands and shouted “Here’s my baby!”

Tom looked a bit surprised. Mary said “We are going to try an experiment today Tom, Sarah is going to look after you today and change your nappies and feed you your bottle because we have a lot of visitors to the surgery today and might not have time to look after you properly. Is that alright sweetheart?”

Tom thought back to the previous day and the fun he had – this arrangement was not going to be a problem at all.

“Now you two, when you have finished your breakfasts and had nappy changes you are going to help us upstairs. Tom you are going to be the meet and greeter to make sure people are checked in, Sarah you are going to look after Tom and be in charge of showing the visitors to the waiting room and then to the meeting rooms when they are summoned.

Do you think you can do that?”

Tom looked very nervous and quite clearly was wetting his nappy, a similar event was happening in Sarah’s high chair.

Tom ended up in the arms of Sarah, his head level with her breasts as she coaxed him though his bottle. “Come on Tommy, drink up your baba like a good baby” she instructed “I will let you suc-k on my titties when you have finished and then you can get excited in your nappy if you want? Would you like that, because Mummy Sarah wants you to play with her inside her nappy doesn’t she? Tom suc-ked the last of the milk out of the bottle and it hissed and gurgled as the last of the milk was consumed.

Sarah changed his nappy and was disappointed that nothing she did with Tom seemed to make his little winkie grow big and strong, it stayed as small and limp as some of the baby boys she had baby sat for. It was only when she talked about him soiling his nappy that she noticed any signs of stirring and it was at this point that she realised that he had been well and truly nobbled in the sex department. Once again Tom was dressed in his thick nappies with a muslin liner, another pair of thick blue plastic panties fitted and the romper refitted.

Tom did as he was instructed and took Sarah to the heights of excitement with his tongue and unfettered hands. She in return let him suc-k on her breasts until he had had enough, frustrated and disappointed that he had received no reward for his endeavours.

Julia came in to change Sarah and inspected Tom “Good job Sarah! You have really done a great job on Tom” she praised. “It seems Tom has done a great job on you!” she smirked as Sarah’s face gradually lost some of its bright red flush.

“Come on guys, time to go to work” she said lining the two of them up and fitting each of them with their walking reins. Tom in blue and Sarah in pink, both with little bunnies and little bells on their breast plates. The two walked off to the stairs tinkling as they moved up the stairs.

Tom was strapped, using his reins, into his high chair that had been placed behind a high reception desk. A large plastic phone with a tinkling bell sat in front of him. A large colouring book with big wax crayons lay open in front of him – on one side was the list of appointments and on the other side was a picture of little animals in the forest that needed to be coloured in. A little toy fridge in multi-coloured plastics had a little door open to show four baby bottles full of different juices ready for him to drink should he be thirsty. A small plastic dish had some chocolate buttons in case he wanted a snack. A large rattle was lying next to the ‘appointment diary’ so that he could summon Sarah to take people to the waiting room or appointment room. Sarah was sat on a play mat surrounded by blocks and large Duplo Lego to play with and was instructed to answer the door and act as escort to the visitors.

The girls took their stations, the door bell rang.

[Sissy Little Girl]

Antonia, you did it again.  Just as it started to get suspenseful, you went to a commercial break.  Hee, Hee, Hee.  This IS a great story.  Keep going kid, you have us on the edge of our highchairs.   :D :D :D :D :D

[antonia]

Chapter 22

The bell had hardly stopped ringing and Sarah was toddling to the door with her pink dress swirling in rhythm to her waddling gait flashing peaks of her pink plastic pants and the large fluffy nappy contained within.

All the women were glued to one screen or another. Mrs Bowling in the kitchen had set the television to the security channel where six web cams were displayed in a checkerboard grid. She laughed as Sarah almost fell on to her fat nappied bottom as she was eager to open the front door. In another screen, there was a woman clutching the wrist strap of a young teenage boy aged about 15 years wearing a Mickey Mouse t-shirt, a pair of terry towelling shorts and a pair of classic Clarks Start Right sandals. Their faces were a delight as they were greeted by the sight of Sarah in all her finery asking them to come in.

The boy looked in horror at the large toddler stood before him, then a lusty grin as he could see her breasts barely concealed by the thin fabric of her thin wispy baby dress. Then his eyes fell to her plastic pants and the huge nappy she was wearing. Finally, his eyes went back to her pretty face and the big dummy that was firmly planted in her mouth and was bobbing in and out with nervous excitement. His mother just grinned from ear to ear and was clearly delighted at what she saw and almost threw her son through the door.

Sarah took the woman’s hand and led her to Tom who was sitting in his high chair with his plastic crayon at the ready.

“Miffeth Hamilton and Mathter Teddy?” he asked as a little bit of dribble trickled on to his bib “You’re our firtht appointment thith morning” he managed to lisp past his dummy as he put a big tick against their name in his colouring book with his fat crayon.

“Yes” replied Joyce Hamilton as she clutched her retiring son’s reins tightly “Master Teddy has come for some treatment to make him better”. Teddy looked as scared as scared could be.

He scrutinised Tom and read his name badge, his eyes darted all over the place as he took in the high chair, the dummy, the little plastic dish with the chocolate buttons, the legs spread wide and the blue plastic pants poking through the little gaps in his babyish romper.

“You are wearing nappies” he managed to squeak out. He looked a bit weedy, definitely slightly short for his age and his mother had cut his hair in a classic pudding bowl cut. His clothes were definitely the start of his juvenile journey thought Tom.

“I haff to wear nappies” responded Tom “because I thtarted to wet the bed and then it got worthe and now I wet all the time. My fwend Sarah hath to wear nappies too”. Teddy looked astounded.

“Do you like wearing nappies? You look like a dork, why are you wearing baby clothes?” he asked. His mother looked cross and gave her son a small slap on his legs.

“Behave yourself Teddy” she commanded “I am sure Tommy has to wear the appropriate clothes so that he can be changed without spoiling his stuff? Isn’t that right Tommy? You seem a very nice and well-behaved young man and if I was your Mummy, I would be very proud of you” she gushed.

Tom nodded his head and felt his nappy become warm with his wetting. Joyce who had had three daughters and finally produced Teddy some years later recognised the signs of a baby in release.

“Tharah, pleath can you take Mitheth Hamilton and Mathter Teddy to the waiting room”. Sarah was quickly grabbed Teddy by the hand after she had patted his bottom to see if he was wearing any protection. He was not, but maybe that would change today.

Sarah later delivered Teddy and his mother to Susan and Mary. The meeting lasted over an hour. Sarah returned Mrs Hamilton to the waiting room as Teddy had a session on the ECT machine and some deep suggestive treatment. It was a very different young boy that came out of the treatment room. The boy that emerged was wearing an all-in-one pink body suit made of a soft fleecy material. His hands and feet were enclosed by the built-in mittens and little booties at the feet. In his mouth a large pink dummy was firmly installed and a large pink bib tied around his neck. However, the greatest change was the bulge of a huge fat nappy and plastic pants that were concealed within the garment. Teddy waddled in to the waiting room escorted by Sarah, he was dazed and barely coherent; anybody who saw him might have thought that he had been on drugs or taken alcohol, but in reality his brain had been damaged.

His mother was overjoyed at seeing him “Oh Teddy” she exclaimed “look at you! you are such a lovely boy now, look at you!” she enthused. Teddy looked a bit dim and was clearly not fully aware of his situation. He looked down at his heavily padded crotch and a small tear escaped the corner of his eye as he felt himself wet his nappies.

“You made me into a baby” he sobbed “you turned me in to a baby”. He suc-ked on his dummy for comfort. Sarah waited so that she could take Teddy to wait with Tom and take Joyce back to meet with Susan for a de-briefing.

Teddy sat on the playmat by the side of Tom’s high chair and cuddled up with a baby blanket left there for his comfort. He looked at Tom and realised that his life as an arrogant teenager was finished before it had really started. They looked at each other over the tops of their dummies and a feeling of mutual sadness passed between them. Teddy had been through a lot and was beyond tired. He wet himself again and did not understand why he was doing it – little did he know that he had been fed with drugs and suggestions that would have made his wetting inevitable. His nappy started to pull against his hips as the weight of his wettings took effect and the onesie providing some support to his condition.

Joyce was listening to Susan as she explained that Teddy would make a partial recovery, but that she should strongly enforce his condition by the use of tapes and rewards. If he was shown to be fighting the condition and looked like recovering, then she should bring him back immediately. In the meantime, she had put together a package that contained four onesies, two dozen nappies and six pairs of plastic pants and a spare dummy to keep him going. Joyce had already put in to motion the delivery of a cot, high chair and changing table as well as purchasing a selection of little baby dresses and other clothes. She knew that Teddy was going to join an increasing network of similar overgrown infants.
A substantial cheque was handed over and Mrs Hamilton and new baby Teddy made their way to the front door guided by Sarah who had recently just soiled her nappy and was a bit stinky. Teddy smelt it as he walked beside her “You have messed your nappy; you are nothing but a big baby” he snarled.

Sarah looked him square in the eye “and you will poo in your nappy as well, and there is absolutely nothing that you can do about it” she countered with a little chuckle. You could call it poetic justice, but at that moment Teddy experienced a griping pain and was stopped in his tracks by a desperate need to soil himself. His mother looked at him clearly not knowing what was happening, but as he dropped into a squatting position, she realised with joy that he was about to dirty his nappy. She recognised all the signs from the time when he had been a toddler, the wide eyes, the classic pose, the red face, the strain of going in a tight well-fitted terry nappy with a substantial liner and the pushing and grunting. She photographed the moment on her iPhone intending to send the video to her estranged husband who had run off with some little bimbo and encouraged her precious son to become a precocious little turd. A turd seemed a very appropriate name for him now!

“Oops!” said Sarah “you were saying?”

Teddy tried to minimise his infantile act as his eliminations slowly sank deeper in his nappy and slowly pulled his protection down from around his hips. As his situation finally hit him and he realised what he had become a babyish wail escaped him as he blubbered through his dummy.