Chapter 26
The days turned into weeks and the weeks into months.
As the time had passed it showed that Magda had taken a catastrophic hit with her treatment and although she was physically in perfect condition, the same could not be said of her mental state. Sadly, she had lost total control of her continence and following a full review of her mental status and intelligence quota, the results of her psychological review showed Magda to be about the same stage as a six-month-old infant.
They deliberated what to do with her. It was decided that apart from wearing nappies and appropriate plastic pants as protection that she would continue to wear her drab institutional clothes. At one stage they thought about locking her away in one of the upstairs rooms but decided that this was more than brutal. This was a business and everybody had to play their part; to that end Magda had already proved a very generous benefactor as they had managed to gain power of attorney over her affairs due to a massive stroke. It turned out that she was worth a vast fortune and had easily purchased a lifetime membership to their exclusive organisation.
Unlike a normal six-month-old baby, Magda was lacking animation. She sat in her chair, suc-king her dummy and for the most part just drooled while staring into space. She was strapped in; not to stop her from escaping but to make sure that she did not fall out, which was why the high chair was the most suitable piece of furniture. She did not know where she was or what day of the week it was, so they decided that she could sit in her chair with a sign that declared “Maggie is an example of the ultimate solution”.
Most of the clients who came to the clinic were either seeking babification, sissification or un-potty training. Most of the clients were mothers with unruly teenagers or wives with unfaithful or disrespectful husbands. Reliance on nappies very quickly tamed the wildest of spirits, not many teenagers would want to hang out with gangs of bad influences, nor would a girl want a lover that needed changing into a fresh nappy before, after or even during sexual coitus.
Tom and Sarah continued to meet and greet dressed as sweet toddlers and took great delight in parading in their delightful clothes that exposed nappies that were more often than not wet or in some cases soiled. They were both totally incontinent and Tom doted on Sarah who looked after him as if he were her baby. He knew he was married, but he also accepted the duality of his life and although his mind was still very acute, the framework on which his life was based had a bizarre twist!
Teddy came back to visit them with his mother Mrs Hamilton and he waddled in with a ridiculous bow-legged gait caused by the largest and thickest nappies that Susan and Mary had ever seen. His mother had been to Turkey and found a supplier of the best terry towelling fabric she had ever seen. It was soft, had a much longer loop length and the highest gsm (grams per square meter) of any fabric she had ever seen. She was so impressed that she had three dozen made by a seamstress while she was staying at the hotel. Teddy walked with difficulty, especially if he had wet himself more than a few times, because his nappy appeared to be able to hold a gallon of his wee wees. Mary set up a production of these nappies as soon as she had seen them and taken the details. Needless to say, he was suc-king on a huge pink dummy and was wearing a bib from Umberto in Barcelona.
He thought he was wearing a pink t-shirt (but in reality, it was a short plain dress) that just came to the waist band of his transparent plastic pants that ballooned out over his huge nappy. He had been changed at 8 o’clock that morning and it was now 11, so he had wet himself quite a few times, although these days he did not really take much notice any more and hardly recognised when he had wet himself. The babies had become playmates and Tom and Sarah were waving to him as he toddled across the lawn to sit on the blankets laid out.
Teddy tripped over a clump of grass and fell on to his nappied bottom and decided it would be easier to crawl the rest of the way to his baby friends. His big bottom wiggled from side to side as he made his way to the blankets. The women all laughed. He wet himself again and the weight of his nappy started to pull at his hip and the nappy was in danger of slipping down.
The large levels of healthy vitamin C made his urine quite a vivid yellow and seeing through the transparent plastic pants it was very clear to everybody that this nappy was extremely wet and in need of a change. Mrs Hamilton made her way to the rug carrying her substantial bright pink nappy bag emblazoned with the name “Teddy” in glitter, bling and other jewels.
She undid a section of the bag that provided a pink plastic changing mat. She pulled off the nappy and plastic pants in one piece and stuffed the whole assembly into a plastic carrier bag. Teddy was totally devoid of hair in his nappy region. His ‘little man’ was totally hidden by a small stainless-steel dome connected to a ring that surrounded his scrotum. This device allowed no growth at all and a plastic tube ran down from the front of the dome into his urethra. This nailed the device to him and also ensured that it was impossible for him to stop a urine flow, indeed if anything it had speeded his demise into being incontinent. Had the tube been any longer it would have acted as a catheter, but that was not what was wanted.
She folded a new nappy which seemed to be almost as large as the rug he was lying on. The thickness was so thick that she had to have extra large nappy pins to secure the cloth on him. She found these on eBay, they even had pink locking covers to stop the pins from accidentally coming open. She had tried kilt pins but these were not sharp enough and did not look the part.
In no time at all Teddy was sitting in his clean nappy and the three of the big babies played with their dollies and teddies, dummies bobbing in and out, dribble wetting their bibs and terry nappies getting wet in the warmth of the summer sun.
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