Chapter 23
Tom did his duty well and Sarah also was a huge help in running the business. Far from being a drain the two of them had worked really hard and been a brilliant advert if not living proof that the treatments on sale really worked.
Joyce telephoned a month later to say that Teddy was adjusting really well to his new status and despite a few occasions, when he needed his legs slapping, he had settled down really well. It was early days but for the last three mornings he had woken up in soaking wet nappies that he had clearly wet while he had been asleep. His mother was clearly delighted and now Teddy was far more attentive and well-behaved, as he knew that any bad behaviour would mean sitting in a wet or smelly nappy until he learned the error of his ways. On the subject of soiling himself, this had met with considerable resistance initially, but the night-time tapes had slowly eroded his will and although he was unhappy, the praise and reward system was beginning to show positive effect and he had filled his nappy after breakfast and not made a squeak of complaint but sat in his mess like a good baby until he was rewarded with a whole packet of chocolate buttons and a brand new bright red dummy.
Susan thought it might be a nice idea to get in touch with Tom’s mother. She felt guilty that she had not come to their wedding and now that she and Tom were in a perfect relationship, it seemed right that she should come and see how her son had progressed. Nothing like the arrogant bully that her husband had become, and if Tom had been responsible for him running off and leaving her, then her treatment of Tom might be quite satisfying.
Susan and Mary had spent a pleasant night drinking wine and having sex. They discussed Tom who had spent a perfect night sleeping in his cot with Sarah who demanded he satisfy her needs. All he wanted was to sleep on his own and to have a nice clean nappy put on because he had wet the one he was wearing quite a lot. He couldn’t remember when he had wet it but it felt heavy and uncomfortable and was starting to go cold. All Sarah wanted was for him to suc-kle on her and fiddle about with her lady bits. He wondered why he no longer wanted any sexual encounter but increasingly enjoyed the pleasure of his nappies, especially when he had soiled them. He thought of the times he had sex with Susan and realised that this was history to him now and that Susan was a rampant lesbian who wanted nothing more than to romp with Mary.
Mary agreed with Susan that they should invite Tom’s mother down for a visit. After breakfast when the two babies had been fed and sent to their nursery, Susan picked up the phone and dialled the number. The phone rang for about five rings before it was eventually picked up.
“Hello Mrs Bigley, you don’t know me but you certainly know of me, I was Dr Susan Handley before I married your son Tom. I did invite you to the wedding but you never replied”.
“Dr Handley, I don’t talk about Tom and I have no interest in pursuing this conversation further. He was the biggest mistake I ever made and he ruined my life”.
“Mrs Bigley, stop! Tom is a nappy dependant baby now” Susan blurted out fearful of being cut off. The ploy worked.
“What?” replied a somewhat startled Mrs Bigley “did you say nappy dependant baby? This is a joke right?”
“No Mrs Bigley, I caught him having an affair with one the office juniors in the office. The partners were far from happy and his career subsequently took a sharp nosedive to the point that his education was being totally wasted on a silly little girl.”
“He sounds like his bloody father” responded Mrs Bigley “he could never keep his dic-k in his trousers and when he knew I was pregnant with Tom he thought it was open season on philandering. So how on earth have you achieved his new status in life?”.
“I am a clinical psychiatrist, psychologist and hypnotherapy specialist with special skills in Electro Convulsive therapy. Tom stood little chance and with careful nurturing and techniques, that I will not bore you with, I have turned his girlfriend into a nappy wearing nanny who likes nothing more than to have Tommy suc-king her tits like an overgrown baby. Sadly, Tommy receives no sexual excitement for this as I have flooded his body with female hormones and destroyed his libido, indeed the most excitement he gets these days is when he soils his nappy.”
The phone was quiet as Mrs Bigley was stunned into silence. “So he cannot function without his nappies and needs them for everything because he is totally incontinent?”
“Yes, and he has to wear baby clothes so that he can be changed easily without making a mess. Baby clothes are designed that way for a reason, namely quick and ready access.” Susan laughed.
“So, he wanders about wearing a nappy, plastic pants and is dressed in baby clothes?” confirmed Mrs Bigley hardly believing what she was being told.
“Yes, and he suc-ks on his dummy all day, wears a bib to protect his clothes from his dribbles and only drinks out of a baby’s bottle with a teat”
“No!” exclaimed Mrs Bigley
“He sleeps in a cot, eats in his high chair and has a large playpen so that he does not wander about and I know where he is at all times.
“No!”
“Yes Mrs Bigley, he is a perfect husband now, he plays with his nanny, he works as my receptionist and I pay him with chocolate buttons.”
“I don’t wish to pry dear, but what about the S E X” she spelt out the word letter by letter.
“I have a lover who is also my partner, Mary. She came to me as a fully trained psychiatric nurse but also had trained as a Norland Nanny. It was with her that we have branched into a very specialised business. You would not appreciate how many errant sons, unfaithful husbands and cases of revenge are festering in the world around us.
“I want to come and see you dear, I must come at once. Please stop calling me Mrs Bigley and call me Magda.” She said in an animated and excited voice “I just have to see what a wonderful job you have done for myself – I can hardly believe what you have told me is true.”
“It is true; trust me Magda. It is totally true and you MUST come at once!”
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