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Re: It Never Rains but it Pours
« Reply #84 on: August 10, 2020, 04:11:44 AM »
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 ÂŁ50 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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Re: It Never Rains but it Pours
« Reply #85 on: August 10, 2020, 09:30:50 AM »
Wonderful it is certainly great to see more and good luck Tommy.


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Re: It Never Rains but it Pours
« Reply #86 on: August 10, 2020, 09:58:29 AM »
antonia, Great to see another chapter in the saga of Tommy and Sarah.  Can't wait for another one. :P

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Re: It Never Rains but it Pours
« Reply #87 on: August 11, 2020, 11:04:12 AM »
Chapter 28

They arrived at the large mansion that was not only the headquarters of Baby Dreams but also the home of Anne and her big baby Charlotte. She came to greet them with Charlotte firmly strapped into her leading reins and her delightful pale-yellow baby dress barely covering a transparent pair of baby pants covering her fluffy white nappies held together with two pink tipped pins clearly visible. A large yellow dummy filled her mouth and a matching yellow bib with a bright yellow appliqued duck protected her pretty dress from her dribbles.

The two women hugged each other as the two babies just looked on with dummies bobbing in and out with a nervous rapidity. Charlotte’s nappy was turning yellow with a torrent of nervous pee that had flooded out of her. Tommy, who up until a day ago had been completely housebound, was suddenly overcome with a deep seated feeling of apprehension that made its effect apparent by coming out in the back of his nappy.

“Anne! How are you?” asked Susan pleased to see her earliest client and newly formed friend.

“Susan! You are looking great!” replied Anne “How lovely of you to help me out like this. I must thank you for all the extra business you are sending me. Teddy’s mother put in a really good order and I have a feeling that if he does not shape up, that he may be coming to stay with me for quite a long time” she laughed. “Oh, look at that! Isn’t it typical, you have just changed them into a lovely clean nappy and they just have to christen it straight away!” she said patting the soggy bottom of Charlotte. “And I think Timmy has a very dirty nappy judging by his red face” she informed Susan.

“Tommy!” exclaimed Susan “what a good boy! Two dirty nappies in one morning”. She praised him as part of his on-going conditioning to confirm that it was perfectly normal for him to be going in his nappies like a little baby. Tommy did nothing but stare at Charlotte and wonder who was in the worse position. Was it better to know that you were in a strange situation or not?

The women moved inside. The house was magnificent with a huge double winding staircase that spiralled up to the second floor, with the centrepiece of a huge chandelier glittering with crystal and a thousand lights catching the eye.

“I have two nurseries now” explained Anne “I got fed up with dragging up and down to change nappies and new outfits, so I now have his nappies, bibs, plastic pants and all his other needs on both floors. It has saved me so much time. I know I have a nanny but I wanted her to learn more about the business and she helps me out in the creche and in the newbie dormitory”,

“What’s that?” asked Susan

“I have started to get the hopeless cases, where mothers get fed up or cannot cope with having a new baby, or wives who have turned their husbands into drooling infants get bored with the life of humiliation and want to move on. We have a legal section that now has the husbands give over the power of attorney, so the wives can get hold of the bank accounts and savings. We also have a psychiatric evaluation team that can have them sectioned. All roads seem to lead my way and I get a steady stream of teenage boys and young men who are perfectly workable and capable of creating a very useful revenue.”

She took a breath and continued “most get shipped off after a month of adjustment and reinforcement to our facility in Wales where we have that huge underground facility we set up a few years ago. They earn enough money to pay for their carers and nappying supplies. We feed them, change them and gradually institutionalise them so that they are happy to work eight hours a day making plastic bottles, dummies, teats, nappy pins, potties and even furniture. Our range of high chairs, cots and play pens is our largest growth area. Others go into the nappy sewing section once we have fully trained them, so that we can now produce flat nappies, fitted nappies, nappy pockets and booster pads. After work, we feed them, sedate them, put them in their cots and make sure that they have a dirty nappy in the morning (so time consuming when they are in a shift and so disruptive too if they need a change)”.

“However, it isn’t just about the basics! We have wives and mother who have far from tired of their new dependant babies and want nothing more than to dress them up and play with them like frustrated mothers and their ‘newborns’. We have gone back to the 40s and 50s when babies looked like babies and wore rompers and dresses. We have scoured the planet for old pictures and patterns of fashion from those times and now recreate those baby clothes in all sizes. I hate these mothers who try and make their babies look grown up with their denim jeans and designer shirts with slimline disposables that hardly show. We go for designs that accentuate the nappied toddler with great fat puffy bottoms wearing thick terry nappies, plastic pants trimmed in lace and lovely frilly pantaloons and knickers!”

“We need Tommy to be our photographic model and doesn’t he look angelic?” enthused Anne; giving Tommy a kiss on the lips and them hugging him close to her, squeezing and pulling his bottom in to her. Charlotte looked jealous. Susan looked apprehensive. “I am going to spoil Tommy to pieces” she announced stroking his cheek and then suddenly diving in for a lingering kiss that was almost inappropriate for a baby.

“Anne?” warned Susan “that might be a bit confusing for Tommy” she explained.

“He’ll be fine” retorted Anne starting to change not Charlotte but Tommy and perhaps spending a little too long cleaning his little boy bits (that remained unresponsive).

“I’ll do that” said Susan

“No bother, I’ve started now, you do Charlotte.” In no time the two babies were sweet and fresh in clean dazzling white fluffy nappies. “Tell you what! Why don’t you have Charlotte while I have Tommy?”

“I don’t want Charlotte” said Susan. Charlotte’s face started to crease up and her bottom lip began to quiver. All of a sudden Susan felt that something sinister was going on – was Anne trying to kidnap her Tommy?

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Re: It Never Rains but it Pours
« Reply #88 on: August 11, 2020, 11:32:48 AM »
I Am really fascinated by Tommys past and how he's made into a baby from his upbringing by his mother. could you please write about childhood and the cruelty of from her. Maybe he's given hypnosis therapy to face his demon by reliving it.

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Re: It Never Rains but it Pours
« Reply #89 on: August 14, 2020, 11:30:29 AM »
Chapter 29

It was after a long afternoon with Tommy and Charlotte modelling dresses in front of the photographer that Susan agreed to leave Tommy with Anne for a few days in order to finish an extensive modelling assignment. She did not know why, but she felt extremely apprehensive as she got into her car and started the engine for the journey home.

Ten minutes after Susan had made her leave, Charlotte was in the capable hands of her nanny and Tommy was lying on soft comfy mattress in his cot as Anne softly stroked his hair and gently took him down into a deep hypnotic state. He was easy meat and took no time at all regressed back to his childhood, where he was describing his worst event of his childhood.

“Where are you now Tommy?” she asked

“I am in my bedroom” he replied

“Why are you in your bedroom Tommy?”

“Because my Mummy and Daddy are arguing and shouting” he said beginning to tear up.

“How old are you Tommy?” she continued with her questioning

“It’s my birthday and I am thirteen” he sobbed

“So why are you crying?” she asked

“Because my school report came this morning and it was not very good”

“It can’t have been that bad was it?” encouraged Anne

“My teacher, Mr Burns said I was lazy and needed to stand up for myself. I am no good at sports and my PE master said I needed to put on some muscle and stop being a wimp. He suggested that they sign me up for boxing lessons”.

“so why were your parent arguing?”

“because my Dad called me a sissy who was wasting all the money that he was paying on the school fees. He said all the other parent he had met had sons who were in the school teams for cricket and rugby but all I could do was be in the consolation race on sports day.”

“well, not everybody is the same, are they?” Anne asked

“Daddy said I was a little pansy who moped around when he came home and wasted his time and his money. He said he was being made redundant and could not afford for me to stay at the school anymore. Mummy asked why he was being ‘let go’ and he said the boss’s son had left university and was coming into the business. Mummy called him useless and asked how she could explain to their friends that her son was going to a state school. Then the door banged, Daddy’s car made a screech and he left.”

“I see” said Anne

“The next thing was that Mummy went out in her car and I was left alone. She came back a long time later and it was dark. I stayed in my bedroom because I didn’t know what to do. The next thing that happened was that Mummy came into my room and told me to take a bath and when I was finished that I should shout out to let her know. I did as I was told and when I went back in to my room she was waiting for me.”

“Well that’s is nothing to cry about is it?”

“She pulled off the towel and made me lie on my bed on top of a big plastic mat thing. She opened up a large plastic bundle full of towels, then she shook one and folded it in a special way. Next, she grabbed my ankles and made me lift up as she slipped it under my bottom. She said that big babies have to wear nappies and it was all my fault that Daddy had left because I was nothing more than a big sissy. She then opened another plastic bag, removed one of the contents which was a big pair of baby pants that she pulled over the nappy and told me that from now on I was going to be dressed as a baby. In future I would not use the toilet any more but go in my nappy. I started crying and she stuffed a big pink dummy in my mouth and told me that it must never be taken out unless Mummy said so. Then she put me in a big onesie that looked like a bunny rabbit and zipped it up.”

“I was crying lots and lots and she strapped me into my old leather baby reins with the little bells on. I was crying badly and she told me to shut up. Suddenly she got very very cross and dragged me downstairs pulling on my reins. I nearly fell over because the bunny suit had slippery feet. We got downstairs and she opened up the cupboard where she kept the vacuum cleaner. She pulled that out of the cupboard, pushed me in and shut the door. It was dark and nasty under there. The space was full of cleaning things, dusters, old towels and miscellaneous tools. It smelt funny and I knew it had spiders and cobwebs in there as well.”

“What happened next?” asked Anne

“I got frightened and shouted for my Mummy but she never came. I tried to open the door but she had bolted it from the outside. Mummy shouted out ‘bye bye baby’ and I heard the front door slam. I was so scared that I wet myself, it was horrible. I tried really hard to break open the door but there was no room to stand up. I knocked against the shelf and lots of cans and bottles fell on the floor, there was a lot of mess. I screamed to be let out but there was nobody to hear me.”

“How long do you think you were in there?” asked Anne concerned

“I don’t know” replied Tommy who was as white as a sheet “I wet my nappy at least three times and did a poo which was horrible, but I couldn’t help it.” He started sobbing deeply

“I couldn’t help it; I was locked in the cupboard and couldn’t get out. I tried not to go in my nappy but I was really stuck. Then there was a lot of banging on the door and the door bell was ringing but I could not shout anymore because I had screamed so much that I had lost my voice. I banged on the cupboard door with a tin, but nobody seemed to hear it. Later on, the telephone rang, but it rang and rang for ages before they gave up. I fell asleep then, there was an old blanket that I found at the back, it was covered in spider’s webs.”

“Poor baby” consoled Anne “then what happened?”

“I don’t know how long I had been there but my nappy was leaking and I had wet it again and again. I was starting to feel very sore and beginning to feel the need to go again. I think I had been in there for at least a day, maybe nearly two. Mummy eventually came back, but I don’t know where she had been. She opened the door and I could not see for quite a while because the light was so bright. The smell was horrible and just as she was leaning in to pull me out by my reins I felt another poo come out.”

“I was covered in black filth and dust, my hair was matted and full of cobwebs, one of the tins that had fallen was half full when the lid had popped and my new bunny suit was covered in terracotta coloured tile paint. My sodden nappy had leaked and the situation was not helped by me being caught in the middle of a new poo coming out. My Mummy looked so cross and wrapped me in the filthy old towel that I had made my bed. She smacked me and smacked me, until I was sore all over. I was finally bathed and cleaned and put into not one but three new nappies and another pair of plastic pants. It was so thick that I could hardly bring my legs together. She had found a babyish looking pink smock type dress in my size with puffy sleeves that just came down to the middle of my baby pants. She tied a large white bib round my neck, pushed in my dummy and put back on the baby reins that she fixed to the headboard of my bed.”

Anne listened.

“Mummy went downstairs and I heard a lot of banging under the stairs. After about an hour she came back and told me that I was going back under the stairs until I learnt how to be a big boy and not a sissy little baby. I screamed and screamed, I begged her not to put me back but she dragged me down the stairs to the cupboard where she had fitted a large ring to fix my reins on. On the floor was a bowl full of mush, two baby bottles full of water and a little torch sat on a plastic backed picnic rug. She threw me in and shut the door. The bolt slammed home as she explained that I was going to be living here for a very long time. I took out my bib and ate my porridge with my fingers, I could just about sit up but it was difficult to eat and a lot of it went over my mouth and down my bib. I picked up the bottle and suc-ked on the nipple to quench my thirst. I don’t know why but I put my dummy back in and curled up on the rug. I realised that I only had a limited amount of time in the light and despite being really scared, I had to turn out the torch and return to the pitch darkness. I was so frightened.”

Anne listened without interrupting

“The doorbell rang and I wanted to shout out, but before I could do anything I heard my Mummy shout to me to shut up or else. There were two voices on the doorstep, but I could hardly hear anything, people came in, my Mummy was crying and very upset, there was movement, somebody went upstairs and then I heard the front door shut with a bang. I tried to get to my prison door but was hampered by my reins. I shouted out, but the silence was dreadful. I was alone again. I tried to undo my reins but Mummy had used a padlock to fix me to the eyebolt in the wood. I struggled in the dark and felt my bottle and dish crash together. I tried to find my torch but it was out of reach. I was terrified. I wet my nappy and was grateful she had triple nappied me. I was so scared, so alone, so frightened, I don’t remember anything else. I curled up into a little ball and suc-k on my dummy. I am a very good boy Mummy, I am such a big boy now. Look at me Mummy, I am nice and clean and I have done all my wee wee in my nappy just like you told me. I like my dummy Mummy and I like my baba too. Me going poo poo.” Tommy slumped in the chair and passed out.

Anne carefully brought him back out of shock and planted some new instructions. Tommy was going to be a very good boy for her and her little cupboard under the stairs was going to make sure of it. Tommy was not going back to Susan because she had plans, lots of lovely plans.”

[Author comment: Please note that this is FICTION, it is not real life, if you don't like it don't read it. If you do, then there is more to come when I have the time. Your comments are welcome, I am interested in what you like and what you don't like, but it is impossible to write and cater for everybody and all their likes - we are a very diverse group!]

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Re: It Never Rains but it Pours
« Reply #90 on: August 14, 2020, 01:22:09 PM »
This is amazing work so engaging it looks like Anne is bringing mommy back to Tommy. Could you make it the cupboard has been fitted with mean surprises like she can change the temperature in there to a to a sweltering heat and with audio speakers that is ear splitting playing nursery rhymes including more hypnosis Tommy thinks annes his mommy and is still her prisoner. thank you lots of love.

 

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