Chapter 30
Tommy slept badly in his cot as the recently trawled up memories played themselves back in his subconscious. He was undoubtedly a chronic bedwetter now, and would normally wet his nappy at least twice during the night without waking up or even stirring from his sleep. The use of a double nappy and a booster pad in addition was a standard procedure and he slept with his legs bowed wide apart by the thickness of the terry towelling. Initially his heavy protection had been uncomfortable but now he was used to it and would fall asleep suc-king on his dummy in a matter of minutes, either sleeping on his back or on his front.
It was morning when he awoke and the sun was streaming in through the window of his guest room nursery. The sun shone on the large pile of terry nappies stacked by the changing table at the side of his cot. The cot was a little bigger than the one he had at home and was a creamy white with huge transfers of bunny rabbits wearing nappies on each of the ends. A mobile of different coloured fluffy bunnies hung over his head and another large white bunny was next to him in the cot for him to cuddle.
As his brain began to wake up, he looked up at the mobile, looked at the foot of his cot, looked at the secure clasps keeping up the side bars, then at the frilly dresses hanging on the wardrobe door. His dummy, which had been bobbing back and forth in his mouth all night, had caused him to dribble throughout the night and his white terry dribble bib with the appliqued pink bunny and pink gingham edging was quite wet.
As he struggled to sit up, he realised (with shock) that he had more than just a wet nappy. For the first time since he had been a baby, he had soiled his nappy in his sleep and he could feel a large lump lodged between his legs. He felt himself tearing up. It was bad enough to be incontinent and to be a chronic bed wetter, but this was a severe regression in his life that had not even awoken him from his slumbers. He managed to get to his knees and clung to his cot rails as the infantile soiling sagged into the seat of his nappy. He started crying.
Anne heard the sobs on the baby monitor and went into the nursery. Tommy was kneeling in his cot; his pink sleep suit was clearly supporting fully used nappies that sagged between his bowed legs. His pink dummy was being suc-ked relentlessly and his tears and dribbles pouring down his face onto his much-needed bib.
“What have we here?” she asked kindly
“I did a poo in my nappy” sobbed Tom
“Well, that is why you wear nappies. It’s alright baby you know you need to wear nappies, so why are you so upset?” she asked.
“I went poo poo in my sleep” he wailed “I never poo my nappy in my sleep” he told her.
“Didn’t it wake you up darling?” she asked
“No, I woke up in a dirty nappy” he said lisping round his dummy and spluttering more dribble onto his bib. “I went poo in my sleep like a baby”.
“Well, that’s a very good boy isn’t it?” she praised him “it is wonderful that you can soil your nappy and not spoil your sleep. You are such a good baby and it’s a good thing I used a nappy liner last night isn’t it?”
“But I don’t want to be a baby” Tom said “it’s bad enough needing to be in nappies all the time, but I don’t want to lose all control”.
“Babies wear nappies and use them when they need to. You wear nappies, your brain knows you wear nappies, and I am afraid that you will have less and less control the longer you are still in nappies. Sooner or later, you were going to have a dirty night time nappy and there was no reason why you should wake up. It will not be too long before you will mess yourself during the day and not realise it until you feel the poo dropping into your nappy.”
“Can you potty train me Auntie Anne?” he asked “I would love to be out of nappies and not need them”
“No, I can’t” replied Anne brusquely, “I want you totally nappy dependent, more babyish than you were when you came here. I want you completely out of control using your nappies and just like a little baby, not knowing when you need to go; wetting and soiling at all times of the day and night without a second thought. I also think that you are having erections in your soft fluffy nappies and babies should only use their winkies for wetting not for anything else.”
Tom looked a little guilty, he had not worn his chastity device for ages and some of the old urges had come back to him in recent weeks.
She helped him out of his cot and onto the changing table, the clean up process was thorough and after a bath in baby bubbles he found himself back on the mat ready for a clean set of nappies. He lay back looking at the ceiling with his arms up behind him (“the position”) his dummy firmly replaced as he stared at the ceiling which had a complex picture of fairies and goblins in a mystical world with dragons and furry animals running around.
A sharp pain in his pen-is and scrotum brought him out of his reverie and he raised his head to see Anne repeatedly injecting him around his genital area and into his scrotum. He struggled to move but the straps holding him were effective and a numbness spread throughout his pen-is and he could no longer feel any control of his bladder, in fact he could not feel anything. The feeling of iciness slowly spread between his legs deep into his bottom until he was unable to feel that area either.
“There! Now you will be a proper baby with no feelings at all. It is a curare/botulinum derivative that has completely deadened the senses in your nappy area and taken away any control that you might have developed.” She placed the muslin liner on top of the stack of nappies and he lifted his bottom to allow them to be placed beneath him. As she pulled the fluffy soft nappies between his legs, he felt a warmness flow across the front of him as his bladder emptied helplessly. “I might have known” she laughed as she held the nappy against his flaccid pen-is while he emptied his bladder. She rubbed the soft cloth against him as the fibres absorbed his wetting but nothing stirred. Tom felt the pressure, sensed the warmness but that was as far as it went.
The bundle of terry cloth was replaced and Tom was soon having the nursery print plastic pants pulled over his snowy white nappies. The warmth and softness of his protection he could feel, but any stimulation was completely missing.
“That’s a good boy! Now we have work to do”. She carefully worked a pair of woollen tights up over his nappies and then took a pale pink dress covered in lace and little embroidered hearts and pulled it over his head. She tied a terry bib round his neck that was trimmed in pale pink trim that matched his dress. She put pink woolly mitts on his hands and bootees on his feet that were fastened with pink sating ribbon. Finally, she fitted a soft pink bonnet that encased his head with soft pink baby wool trimmed in faux fur and pink ribbon.
She sat him up and he looked aghast at the six-month-old baby girl staring back at him, a big baby wearing thick babyish tights clearly struggling to enclose a thick nappy that made him sit bow-legged as he suc-ked his dummy. His baby dress barely covering the top of his tights and the plastic pants that peeped out from the waist band.
He stood up with Anne’s help and she fitted a set of pink leather walking reins over his dress. The plate at his chest was decorated with bunnies and tinkling bells that rattled with his every movement.
“Let’s go” she prompted tugging on the straps. Tom slid to the floor and heard the little bells tinkling in delight. He had to stand with his legs akimbo, very much bow-legged by the thickness of his nappies. He took a first step then another and waddled like a little baby just learning to take its first steps, so restrictive were his nappies.
They eventually made it to Anne’s studio, where Charlotte was sitting in her playpen playing with her rattle and building blocks. Anne barely paid her any attention and Charlotte realised that her rival was getting all of the attention.
There followed a long session with Anne taking photographs of her new creation being worn by her new model. “I am going to keep you forever” she told Tom “you are going to stay with me always” she told him.
“I want to go home to my Mummy” said Tom who was tired after spending nearly two hours in front of the camera. “I want my Mummy” he started crying as his bladder released, with him barely noticing, into his nappy. The first he knew of his wetting was a pleasant warmness that he let pass with little notice.
“Now don’t be naughty you are saying with me and Charlotte is going to stay with your Mummy!” she snarled. Tom was scared.
“No, I want to go home Auntie Anne” he pleaded. Anne relaced the reins that she had removed for the photoshoot and dragged him towards the hall where he had first arrived. The big staircase that divided into two and went left and right to the upper floor had corridors on either side. She dragged Tom to the right and opened a door that led under the staircase. Inside there was a dim light and a large dog basket with a baby blanket. On the floor were tow baby bottles full of milk. A big hook hung from the ceiling with a locking carabiner. She pushed Tom into the small space and clipped his reins to the hook. Tom was petrified and fell into the dog basket, as Anne covered him in the baby blanket.
Tom screamed to be let out as Anne wagged her finger at him.
“You will behave” she told Tom “if you don’t shut up, I will turn out the light and let loose the spiders I have in this jar”. She held up the Kilner jar full of huge corn spiders for him to see. Tom screamed and became almost catatonic. Anne removed the container and slowly closed the door. She showed mercy and left the light on. Tom soiled his nappy and was completely unaware of his babyish act. He never noticed it when a minute later when he wet his nappy for the second time.
It was an hour later when Anne returned. Tom was one very quiet mewling baby when she returned.
“Mama” he said weakly as she unhooked his reins and stumbled out of his prison.
“That’s a good baby” she said kindly giving him a big hug “do you need a clean nappy?” she asked.
Tom looked vacant as he could not remember whether he had been in his nappy. It felt nice and warm and comfy so he shook his head. Anne looked down the back of his pants and put a finger in the front. “Baby! You are not only soaking wet but you have a dirty nappy as well”
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