Chapter 27
In an earlier story called the New Job there was a company called Baby Dreams where Anne the Managing Director and her cohorts Mary and Jane had ensnared Charles to become part of their organisation. Baby Dreams sold baby wear and Charles was the driver delivering their goods around the country. As part of his livery, he was required to wear baby clothes, not only to advertise the business, but also to avoid intimidating the women to whom he might make a home delivery.
The company made everything from bibs to nappies and also carried a line of hardware like, potties, dummies and sippy cups in all sizes.
Charlie had slowly been turned into Charlotte and through subliminal suggestions and carefully controlled diet of diuretics and laxatives had been turned into an incontinent little girl. It was in those early days that Susan had developed her brain washing techniques, reducing Charlotte to a baby with a lisp and very limited vocabulary. Today Charlotte was still modelling baby clothes that were made in all sizes from baby to adult.
Business was booming and Anne was in need of another model. Charlotte was a wonderful model, but had been so damaged with the earliest forms of the brainwashing technique that she was unable to understand instructions for the required poses to the photographer. Anne knew all about Tom because she and Susan had stayed in touch.
Baby Dreams had grown and grown over the years and had its own plastic factory and a huge textile business making its own luxurious nappies and baby clothes. The workforce was now measured in the hundreds and composed of unwanted males and females who had been sold or donated into baby slavery. However, Tommy was quite unique because he still had all his mental faculties and was now an accepting incontinent who lived a babyish life. It was the hidden triggers that kept him compliant and bent his take on reality.
Susan was happy to help out her old client, although part of her felt sad to let Tommy go for the few weeks that had been requested. She offered to work with a new recruit, but Anne was intent on seeing Tommy for herself.
Sarah was incandescent that her baby Tommy was going to be taken from her and that she was not invited to go with him. Terrible twos went no way to describing the tantrum that she threw. It was decided that she should be given some sedation through her medication dummy.
So it was, that Tommy was back in the therapy chair having his fear of the outside world removed, indeed so deeply ingrained within him was the irrational fear that it took many hours and experimental excursions to the outside gate before he eventually realised that he would be safe to go outside.
Tommy was dressed in double nappies by Susan who was particularly kind and sensitive. Even she had not realised how attached she had become to her sissy babified husband. She smiled sweetly at him as she worked the pink plastic pants over his gleaming white fluffy nappies that had been supplied by Baby Dreams. She gave a playful rub to the front of his infantile panties and there was not so much as a twitch in response to her stimulation from his baby-sized winkie. He raised his bottom instinctively as she worked the pink woolly stretchy tights over his bulky protection, pulling the ribbed waistband high up his tummy and almost level to his armpits. Finally, a pair of pure pink rhumba pants with not four but six deep layers of lacy frilly lace across the bottom. Lace around the elasticated leg holes and the waistband made these the most luxurious of his nappy covers (at almost £50 a pair they should have looked spectacular thought Susan).
As a special treat Susan had asked her seamstress friend to recreate a beautiful baby dress that she had found in her Mother’s collection of patterns – this one being from Simplicity. The pink cotton dress had beautiful puffy sleeves that just covered the shoulder. The dress billowed out from the arms, with the central bodice being beautifully smocked and gathered with pink and white embroidery thread. A wispy lacy apron was incorporated into the design. The beautiful creation just falling low enough to cover the waistband of her rhumba panties. Susan was almost in tears because her creation was so perfect.
She reached into the pocket of her apron and brought out a plastic package which she opened before Tommy with relish “and for Mummy’s perfect baby girl” she announced “a brand-new dummy!”. Tommy opened his mouth, almost too eagerly she thought, as she let the pink binkie get suc-ked and almost immediately began to bob in and out with enthusiastic suc-king. “This is a brand-new model” she told him “and it has a perfectly scaled face guard. It is just like a real baby’s dummy only bigger for the bigger baby” she laughed.
Tommy tried to say thank you but the dummy was so perfect in every way that it completely garbled his words so restrictive was the new pacifier. Susan clapped her hands in delight then reached down to pick up a new pink bib she had ordered from Creacions Umbert in Barcelona (
https://www.barnacentre.com/en/shop/creacions-umbert) [Author: yes it really exists and sells adult sized bibs] and had “Baby Tommy” embroidered across the centre. In a way it was a shame that the bib was so big that it covered up most of his dress!
Next, she put on his matinee jacket – in reality a woollen bed jacket to which had been added big silver buttons
Finally, she put a woollen bonnet on his head that she had found on Ebay made in baby soft wool and embellished with bows and ribbons. A little tear escaped the corner of her eye as she fastened it gently beneath his chin.
In the final touch, she put on his pink woollen booties with the satin ribbon ties and then stepped back to look at her emasculated husband – were it not for his size he was the perfect picture of a drooling toddler all dressed up and ready to go out.
In no time at all he was buckled into his reins with the bells across the breast plated which had a picture of a little rabbit wearing a nappy and he was waddling bow-legged through the nursery and into the kitchen to make his goodbyes. The sound of his jingling bells announced his arrival. He had hardly been in his clean nappy for five minutes when he felt the familiar warmth spreading down the front of him and into the seat of pants.
These days it was not a problem. He always seemed to be wet these days and had grown perfectly used to being in a wet nappy to the extent it barely registered. Disturbingly, he was hardly bothered when he had a dirty nappy either and was quite content to sit in his mess.
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