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Re: The Settlement
« Reply #189 on: February 09, 2021, 01:00:23 PM »
Waiting for the next chapter which I know will be brilliant as always.🥰


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Re: The Settlement
« Reply #190 on: February 10, 2021, 09:52:45 AM »
Chapter 107.  Feeding Time.

On the drive home, Dana accompanied Jess.  She started laying down some of the ground rules.
“Now boys, we’re going to have to find you somewhere to sleep and take your naps.  I think we’ll clear out the spare room.  It’s not very spacious, but it’s cosy and it’ll be perfect for two big babies.  It used to be Shaniya’s when she was a baby, and it still has its pretty baby wallpaper and its pink carpet, and there’s loads of baby things in the attic, so we can make you feel quite at home.  It’ll be perfect.  There’s two single mattresses in the garage which we can bring in.  It’s a shame we don’t have a couple of big cots or a playpen…”
“I’m sure Mary has,” remarked Jess.  “And lots of baby toys.  You’ll have that to look forward to.”
Philip shifted unhappily in his seat, making his bloomers squelch faintly.  Matthew looked at him, seeking some hope.  But in his friend's face there was none to be had.
“We had a little chat at the park,” Dana continued, “and we were thinking how nice it would be if you two could learn to behave a little more like the babies you’re supposed to be.  For instance, how about a few giggles and gurgles?  How about some cute baby talk?”
“Yes,” added Jess, “get into the spirit of the thing.  You might as well.  If you carry on sulking like that, you’re just going to look stupid, and I can tell you, Mary won’t tolerate it.”
“She won’t, Jess.  In fact, my advice to you guys is to use the next few days to practise your new roles.  What have you got to lose?  Then you’ll get off on the right foot at camp, and it'll make the whole experience much easier on yourselves.  From what Estella tells me, Mary doesn’t tolerate grumpy babies.  In fact, I hear she….”  Jess gave Dana a sideways glace.   She stopped in mid-speech, then resumed, “well, no need to go into that now…  I expect you’ll find out all in good time…”
That didn’t sound good.  Maybe they’re right, thought Philip.  And an instant later, “maybe she’s right,” Matthew whispered in his ear.  He tried to imagine what it would be like – if he could actually go through with it.  It seemed bizarre.  Surely not…  He shook his head, as if trying to physically dispel the images.  Anyway, all he was concerned about at the moment was getting out of his wet pull-up.
“Can we change as soon as we get back?”
“Of course.  You boys go up and shower.  And rinse your bloomers and hang the up to dry in the airing cupboard.  Then I’ll find you something clean to wear.”
“Okay.”

When they arrived back at Dana’s, the boys’ mittens were removed and they went upstairs to shower.  It was a relief to get out of their outfits, and particularly their soaked pull-ups, which they deposited in a rubbish bag.  They showered together, washed and hung up their bloomers.   As they were drying themselves, there was a tap at the bathroom door and Dana called, “I’ve left some clean clothes out here.  The blue ones are Matthew’s.” 
Outside the door they found two little piles, one blue and one pink, and two new pull-ups.  The outfits were identical – each of them had a pair of short, stretchy towelling socks, a pair of rompers, a little vest, and a pair of plastic pants.  Even the pants were colour-coded, but the vests were white, and short-sleeved, with the words ‘Baby Philippa’ and ‘Baby Matthew’ in pink and blue respectively across the chests.  The rompers had short puffy pants, and leg bands which buttoned up around the thigh.  The tops had little braces which buttoned on at the front and crossed over at the back.  Each had a little patch sewn to the left leg: a red puppy on Matthew’s, and a yellow duck on Philip’s.  Philip made a face, and looked questioningly at his friend.
“We might as well,” Matthew said.  “It’s a lot better than what we had to wear before.  In any case, we don’t really have a choice, do we?”
“Let’s play along for the time being,” said Philip.  “If we knew where they had hidden our regular clothes….but I may have a plan to find out.  So we go along with them, get our clothes as soon as we can, and get out.  Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
They pulled on their new outfits, stared at each other, and burst out laughing.
“We look totally stupid,” grinned Matthew.  Especially you, Philippa!”
They pranced around for a bit, making silly baby noises.  Their plastic pants rustled audibly under their puffy rompers.
“You all right, boys?”  It was Toni, outside the door.  “If you’re dressed, come down and have something to eat and drink.”
The boys exchanged a glance of encouragement, and Philip opened the door and headed towards the stairs.  As they passed Kimona’s room there were whoops of delight, and the four girls leapt out and followed them excitedly downstairs.
“Our babies!  Don’t they look nice?” cried Kimona.
“Your mum got them such pretty rompers,” wailed Abigail, tugging at Philip’s cross belts behind his back.  “’Specially Philip’s!  My favourite sort of pink!”
Lucy demurred.  “I like Matthew’s best,” she said, “an’ look – they’ve got a little puppy on them!  Reminds me of my puppy Trixie.”
The women greeted them with equal effusiveness.  The table was set for supper, but as practice for using high chairs they were given dining chairs with arms, to which, in spite of their rather feeble protests, their wrists were firmly strapped, just in case, as Dana said, “you try to feed yourselves”.   Jess produced plastic bibs, which she fastened around their necks, while the girls looked on gleefully.
“Mummy, can we feed them?  Please?” whined Kimona.
“Of course, dear,” replied Dana, with an ill-disguised snigger.  “Just let me mush up some food for them in the blender.”
“Dana…no!” cried Philip, now seriously alarmed, and adopting a slightly threatening tone, as if he actually had some say in the matter.
“It’s your training, guys,” said Jess, casually, “get used to it.”
“Matthew, you’ll let the kids feed you, won’t you?” said Jill, solicitously.  “Jess is right, it will be good practice for next week, and they’d so love to, anyway.”
Matthew looked sideways at Philip.  “I think we should…” he whispered, uncertainly.  “I mean, it won’t do any harm, and…”
“No!  Don’t you see?  If we go along with this, what’s next?”
Toni laughed.  “That’s rich, coming from a baby who’s been cavorting in the park half the afternoon, in her best baby outfit, and soaked her nappy!”
Philip, unable to think of a good reply, frowned darkly at her and lapsed into silence.
“There,” said Dana.  “I’m glad that’s sorted out.  No, how about some pureed pizza first?”


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Re: The Settlement
« Reply #191 on: February 10, 2021, 10:08:06 AM »
Chapter 108.  A Late Arrival.

Philip continued to mutter under his breath.  “Well, I’m not doing it…no way…”
“Philip, please….,” implored Kimona, “baby food is so tasty…just wait an’ see…an’ we’ll only feed you stuff you like…”
Dana was already dropping torn-up pieces of pizza into the blender.  Jess had disappeared into the lounge, and now returned with a small cardboard box.
“We can always do it this way, Philip, if you’d prefer…”  She smiled, and held up, in one hand, a broad pink strap, pierced in the same way as the strap on his bonnet had been, and in the other, a large plastic syringe and a longish length of rubber tubing.  “You see?  We’re ready for any eventuality.”
Philip’s mouth dropped open.  Jess gave a short laugh.  “You should see your face!  So what’s it to be?  Well?”
His head dropped.  What choice did he have?  The blender was whizzing noisily.
“Pity,” remarked Toni, quietly.  “I would like to have seen that…”
“Maybe we should…,” said Jess, thoughtfully.  “Teach him a lesson for being so bolshy.”
Dana stopped the blending for a moment.  “Good idea. Jess.  Girls?  Would you like to feed Matthew, and we’ll attend to Philip.”
“No!  That’s not f***ing fair!” shouted Philip, panicking.  The girls gasped as one.
“Babies shouldn’t say swears!” exclaimed Dorelia, horrified.  “Bad baby!”
Dana finished the pizza and scooped it out into a plastic bowl, which she gave to the girls, along with a couple of plastic spoons.  Forgetting all about Philip, they immediately clustered round Matthew, and began taking it in turns slowly to spoon the mush into his mouth, watching with close attention as he ate.
“Careful, Lucy,” reprimanded Kimona, as her friend accidentally put half her spoonful up Matthew’s nose and smeared the rest on his cheek.  “Let him finished swallowing first.”
Philip looked at his friend open-mouthed.  In the hope of averting the threatened procedure, he was about to apologise for his behaviour, when Jess, who had been standing behind him, having fitted his special pacifier to the strap, suddenly slipped it over his head and pulled it tight, forcing the smooth, bloated teat between his lips.  Before he could react, the strap was buckled tightly behind his neck, and he was mute, gagged once again by the stubby rubber phallus.  He emitted a long, indignant “mmmmff” – but no-one took any notice, not even the girls, who were already scraping out the bowl. 
“Mummy?  Matthew’s nearly finished.  What can we give him for pudding?”
“Well, I was thinking he might like a banana split, with cream and ice-cream and chocolate sauce.”
“Would you Matthew?” asked Abigail.  “Mmm, sounds nice!  Can we have some after?”  And she licked her lips.
“Why don’t you girls finish feeding Matthew, and then we can all sit at the table and have ours,” suggested Jill.  All present (able to speak) agreeing, Dana washed out the blender and filled it with the new ingredients, generating a coffee-coloured sludge which, despite its unprepossessing appearance, Matthew gobbled down greedily, much to the apparent disgust of his friend.

As everyone else ate, Philip was still frowning resentfully.  Feed yourselves, greedy pigs, don’t worry about me, will you? he was thinking.  They were all chattering happily, mouths full of pizza, and seemed to have forgotten about him entirely.  The truth was, Dana and Jess, knowing how easily the girls could be distracted,  were diverting them with talk of holidays and all the nice things they were going to do in the summer, leaving Philip, helpless, plugged and mute, to stew in his own juices.  But his turn for attention was coming.
When everyone had finished their banana splits, Jess finally turned to Philip.
“Well I suppose you want yours now, do you?”
Philip glowered at her.  Possibly he was trying to look irate, but with his mouth completely obscured by the big pink shield of the pacifier, he just looked ridiculous, and everyone burst out laughing – except Jess and Dana, who just smiled quietly at each other.
“Dana?  Shall we…?”
“I’ll get it ready, Jess.”
She got up and went back to the counter.  Philip watched.  First, in went the pizza – buffalo mozzarella, peppers and spinach topping.  Then, just when he expected her to start the blender, she began to add the pudding ingredients too!  In went banana, in went cream, in went chocolate sauce.  Philip stared.
“Sorry, Philip, we’re out of ice-cream.  Don’t know how that happened.  Let’s see what else we have….”
Now Jess had joined her.  “Look, there’s half a tin of baked beans here,” she said, exploring the fridge.
“Perfect.  It may be a bit thick, don’t you think?”
“There’s a cup with a couple of egg whites….”
“That’ll do.  Do you think it’ll be sweet enough, though?”
“Maybe a spoonful of condensed milk?  You know how much babies love that stuff.”
“Good idea.  There we go.”  She started the blender.  It was very full, but not much splashed out.  When all the ingredients were nicely blended – it was a sort of muddy colour – Jess held the big syringe while Dana poured in about half of the glutinous sludge.  When it was full, Jess screwed on the cap, and attached the rubber tube to the nozzle.
“There.  Ready to go.  Now, Philip….hold still while we attach….”
But Philip didn’t want to hold still, for some reason.  He began to shake his head from side to side furiously.  In the end, Dana and Toni had to hold him still, while Jess snapped open the boss of his pacifier and firmly attached the other end of the tube.
“There.  You can fidget about as much as you like, now.  Time for your feed, young man.”
“Girl,” corrected Dana.
“Whatever.  It’s a baby, anyway.  Now…”
Dorelia actually put her hand up, as if she were in class.  “Mummy…?   Could I…feed him?”
“Oh!  Well, I suppose…”
“An’ me!” shouted Kimona.
“And me!”  “And me!”
So once again the girls gathered round the babies.  Dorelia held the syringe, and Jess showed her how to press the plunger.
“Push it gently, darling.  We don’t want to choke him.”
The girls held their breath while Dorelia slowly operated the syringe.  The puree flowed easily down the tube.
“How will we know when it reaches his mouth?” asked Lucy.
“Oh, I think we’ll know,” said Jill.  “Just watch his face.”
The girls expectantly fastened their eyes on Philip’s face.  They didn’t have to wait long.  All at once his eyes widened, then screwed up.  The first mouthful of gloop had arrived!  Dorelia kept up a steady pressure, and they watched with delight as he was forced to swallow it.  Philip tried to block the hole in the end of the teat with his tongue, but the slime continued to ooze steadily into his mouth.  Desperately he clamped his teeth on the base – which simply made a whole wad of the disgusting mess spurt out.
“Stop a bit, Dorelia,” said her mother, “take your time.  Philip wants to taste his food before he swallows it.”
“Sorry, mummy.”
“That’s all right.  Maybe let Abi have a turn next?”

And so it continued.  When the syringe was empty Dana obligingly refilled it, and Philip was able to enjoy the rest of his supper.  Lucy was the last to operate the feeder, and she made sure none was wasted, carefully squeezing the last oozings out of the tube with her fingers, after which Jess disconnected it from the pacifier, wiped the nozzle, and snapped the cap closed.  The women sat back in their chairs, sipping coffee and smiling, satisfied they had made a good start to their training programme.  The girls had left the table and were playing in the lounge.  All was peace and tranquillity, and Dana was just about to suggest freeing the boys, when there was the sound of a key in the lock of the front door, and before anyone could move, in walked Shaniya!  In all the excitement she had been quite forgotten, but now there she was, standing in the kitchen doorway, frozen with astonishment, while Matthew and Philip stared back in pure terror!

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« Reply #192 on: February 11, 2021, 12:15:45 PM »
Chapter 109.  A Deal.

There was an awkward silence, broken by Dana.
“Shaniya…darling…we sort of thought you’d be staying with over your friends…  We didn’t keep you any supper, I’m afraid…” she added, with assumed nonchalance.
Shaniya gave a short laugh.  “Supper, mum?  So what?  What’s going on here…?  Philippa?  And you…you must be…Matthew, is it?”
Matthew attempted a smile, but spoiled it by blushing nervously.
“So mum…  Baby training started early, has it?  Wow!  Good job!”
“Well, you know, dear, we just thought…maybe a little practice.  The boys are feeling a little anxious…”
“Oh, really?  So that why they’re all trussed up like a pair of oven-ready chickens.  And Philippa!”  She walked around the table and gave the ring of his pacifier a tug.  “That’s a serious dummy you’ve got there.  I think I’ll get one of those for my boyfriend.  That’d shut him up a bit.”
“Shaniya, this is Jill, Matthew’s mum.”
“Hello, Jill.”
“Hi Shaniya.  Nice to meet you.”
“So how does Matthew feel about his little holiday, then?”
Jill gave a little laugh.  “Well, he doesn’t say much, but I think he’s looking forward to it.  He’s had quite a hard time at school recently, and I think it’ll be nice for him to be away from all that.”
“Oh.  Which school is he at?”
“Mum, don’t…”  But it was too late.
“Dayton.  It’s okay, but it can be a bit rough.”
“Dayton?” repeated Shaniya, her face lighting up.  “Wait a minute, you must be…that Matthew.  Yes?  Johnny’s told me all about you!  You’ve just got this amazing girlfriend….”  She hesitated, and looked from one to the other, the truth slowly dawning on her.  “It’s not…not…Philippa, is it?”
Matthew face was enough of a confession.
Shaniya whooped in delight.  “Shit!  I don’t believe it.  They’re all so jealous!  Dave ‘specially!  An’ it’s you, Philippa!  It was you all the time!”  She paused, and looked at them questioningly.  “Are you two actually an item, then?  You are, aren’t you?  Oh, my god!”
“Who’s jealous, Shanny?”  Kimona had heard the commotion and come into the kitchen.
“Oh, no-one…just some of my friends…”
“Kimona looked from her sister to the boys.  “Oh…do they want to be babies too?”
Shaniya laughed.  “Yes, Kim, they want to be babies too, just like Philip and Matthew.  But they’re not allowed.”
“Poor them.”
“Yes, darling.  Poor them.  Why don’t we go and play with your friends?”  She took Kimona’s hand.  “See you guys later.  We’ve got a lot to talk about!”

After they had left the room, Jill turned to her son.
“Sorry, Matt.  I didn’t mean to drop you in it.  I didn’t realise…”
“It’s okay, mum.  I’ll ask her not to say anything.”
Dana unbuckled Philip’s pacifier.  He took a deep breath.
“You’ll ask her not to say?  Are you serious?  You don’t know Shaniya, Matty.  But I do, and I can tell you, we are well and truly stuffed.” 
“Do you really think so?”
“I know so.”
“Oh, come on, Philip,” interjected Dana, “she’s not that bad.  I’m sure if you explain things to her…”
“Dana, I don’t want to be rude about your daughter, but she was the worst one when the Caroline Norton Arts and Media club did that biopic on me.  She just loved seeing me being humiliated.”  He paused, and stared at her.  “Yeah.  I didn’t see the connection before, but I’m beginning to get it now.  Like mother, like daughter, right?”
“Would you like your pacifier back in, Baby Philippa?” said Jess, sternly.  “It can be arranged.”
“It’s all right, Jess,” said Dana.  “Maybe he’s got a point.  But Philip, I didn’t arrange your baby training.  All I want is for you to be prepared…”
“You didn’t, but I bet you would have, given the chance.  Anyway, we’ll talk to Shaniya later on.  If we’re going to be outed to that bunch of gorillas I’d really like to know in advance, so we can…I dunno, disappear, maybe.”
“Let me speak to Shan.  I’ll go have a word with her now.”
Dana got up and left the room.  She was away for a good ten minutes.  When she returned Shaniya was following her.  They both sat down at the table.  Shaniya looked at the boys.  Her eyes were sparkling and she could hardly keep a straight face.
“Mum’s told me you’re worried about me telling Johnny and the boys.”  Philip and Matthew looked at her, but said nothing.  “All right, I can’t deny it’s a temptation.  I’d love to see their faces when they found out Matthew’s beautiful girlfriend, who they all fancy so much, is a bloke!  Not only that, but a bloke who used to be a their school!”  She dissolved in giggles.  Philip sighed wearily.
“Yeah.  Hilarious.”
“But listen.  I can see it would be…difficult for you.  I don’t want to hurt you.  So I’m not going to say anything.  Not a thing.”  She paused.  “But…”
“Yes?”
“But there’s one condition.  I’m in on the practice training, and you have to do anything I tell you.  Anything.  Otherwise the deal’s off.”  She sat back, smiling triumphantly.  “Well?”
“You see, boys, she’s not so bad…” remarked Dana, with an encouraging smile.
Philip and Matthew looked at each other.  “Well, we don’t have much of a choice, do we?”
“You do have a choice…  I don’t mind.  I almost hope you refuse.  I’d like to see Dave’s reaction.  I always thought he was a bit gay under all that macho crap.”
“Well, okay, Shaniya.  What do you think?  Matty?  Are we agreed?  Yeah.  There you are.  We’ll do what we’re told.  What you tell us to do.  We’ll crawl for you.  We’ll kiss your arse.  We’ll be good little babies and let you humiliate us in every way you can think of.  We’ll be your pet bitches.  Satisfied?  Anything else you’d like?  Want us to live in a kennel in the garden and eat out of doggy dishes on the floor?”
“Ooh, that’s an idea….”
“So that’s your daughter, Dana.  “She’s not so bad.”  Great.  I told you, Matty.”
“So…the first thing is, no more sarcasm,” said Shaniya, suddenly becoming serious.  “Remember you’re just babies, and respect your elders, please.”
“You’re joking, of course…”
“No, I’m not.  Mum?  Can we have that pacifier back in please?”
“No!”
“Yes, Philippa.  Mum, Jess?  Could you hold him?  I’ll put this thing back…  Goodness, what a rude shape!”  She laughed.  “But appropriate.”  And, holding his nose, she thrust the smooth rubber plug back into his mouth and held it there, while Jess rebuckled the strap.


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« Reply #193 on: February 20, 2021, 09:16:26 AM »
Chapter 110.  The New Regime.

Shaniya wasted no time. 
“Mum?  Where are those mittens you told me about?  Can we have them back on, please?”
“I think they’re upstairs by the bathroom.”
“Right.  The two of you.  Upstairs to my room please.  Now!”
They rose and headed upstairs, Matthew leading the way.  Dana watched them go, and nodded approvingly to Jess. 
“She’ll soon knock them into shape,” she whispered.

Shaniya found the mittens, and herded the boys into her bedroom. 
“Kneel on the floor please – go on.  Next to each other.  Right.  Now hold out your fists.”
She thrust the mittens over their closed fists, and did up the wrist straps, as tight as she could.  Then she threw herself into her armchair, and regarded them disdainfully.
“Listen carefully, boys.  I’m going to lay down some ground rules.  If you abide by these, you have nothing to fear.  If either of you flouts my rules…well, the consequences will be very serious – for both of you.  So obey, if not for yourself, then for your friend.”
Hmm, thought Philip.  She’s been taking lessons from some fascist dictator, by the sound of it.  Clever.  But I believe her.  I know what she’s capable of.
Shaniya continued.  “First, I require absolute obedience.  If I don’t get it, then I reserve the right to punish you however I think fit – or, indeed, to throw you to the wolves.  Second, more than  that, you must enter into the spirit of babyhood.  In fact, the sweeter, the more well-behaved, the more convincing babies you are, the better it will be for you.  You may even get some little rewards if you are very, very good.  And finally, you must be polite and compliant at all times.  Bu the time you leave for baby camp, I want you to be babies to be proud of.”
Matthew put his hand up.
“Matthew.  No questions.  My instructions couldn’t be clearer.”
“But, Shaniya, I just wanted to go to the toilet…”
“You haven’t understood a word I’ve said, have you?  You’re a baby, aren’t you?  You are wearing a nappy?  Right.  Now I need to talk to my mum to get some more information about her plans.  You two stay here, and don’t move.”
She rose and left, closing the door behind her.  Matthew looked at his friend unhappily.  But Philip was unable to communicate, except by putting one mitt consolingly on Matthew’s thigh, and shaking his head apologetically.

As soon as she was out of the room her strict expression was replaced with a delighted grin.  She ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.  The women looked up expectantly.
“Well, dear?”
“Thank you, thank you, thanks you!  My life was getting so boring…  Now show me the outfits you’ve got for them…”

Fifteen minutes later Shaniya returned to the bedroom, carrying two bags. 
“All right, boys?  Oh, Matthew, I see you need changing.  I’ll take care of that first.  Here, this will do as a changing mat.  She took a rolled yoga mat from the wardrobe, and unrolled it on the bed.  She instructed Matthew to lie down, and deftly slipped off his rompers.  Seeing what was coming, he attempted to turn onto his stomach, but Shaniya was having none of it.
“Now don’t be silly, Matthew.  Don’t you think I’ve seen a baby’s willy before?”
And with a deft movement, she tore his pull-up right off.  He whimpered, and Philip, still sitting on the floor, put his head in his hands.  Shaniya carried on unphased.  Out came the wipes.  She lifted his legs to wipe his bum, and then wiped his tummy and his private parts with disinterested efficiency.  On went the baby cream.  It was clear from the stern smile on her face she was enjoying this part of the process immensely.  Matthew sighed with relief when finally a new pale blue pull-up was placed under his bottom and taped up.
“Now,” she said, “…yes, Matthew, you can get up now.  Go and sit back on the floor please.  Good boy.  Now, these rompers are all very well for outdoors, when we want you to look pretty for everyone else.  But they’re not necessary indoors.  You have some plastic panties which are so pretty, it would be a shame to hide them.
Philip emitted an indignant “mmmf!”
“No arguments.  Look at these!”  She produced two pairs of tightly-elasticated plastic pants from one of the bags, one pink and one blue, virtually transparent, and decorated with little pictures.  The pink ones had dolls, alphabet bricks, ponies, and pacifiers, the blue trains, alphabet bricks, robots and pacifiers! 
“Look at that,” smirked Shaniya, “perfectly un-pc panties for you both, just I case you forget what gender you’re supposed to be!  And of course you'll need colour-coded nappies as well.  Philip?  Here’s yours, pretty pink – change in to it, would you?  Oh, I forgot.  You can’t, can you?  Well hop up on the bed then, and I’ll do it for you.”
When they were both neatly re-nappied and re-pantied, Shaniya helped them on with little short vests, one pink, one blue, designed to show off their new panties to best advantage.  When she was satisfied with their appearance, she directed them towards the door.
“You look very sweet.  Right.  Let’s go and show the girls, shall we?  See what they think.  Before Kimona’s friends have to go home.”

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« Reply #194 on: February 21, 2021, 05:25:03 AM »
Chapter 111.  An Outing is Planned.

Shaniya herded them downstairs, through the kitchen, and into the living-room.
“Girls?  Look at Philip and Matthew.  What do you think?”
Four heads turned in their direction.  They took in the boys’ new look.
“Our babies have nice new pants…” began Kimona, slightly uncertain.
Then Dorelia giggled.  “They look really silly,” she ventured.
“They’re too big for baby pants, really,” remarked Lucy, smiling.
“They looked like proper babies before,” said Abigail, “but now….”
Kimona had always thought of their baby clothes as part of a dressing-up game, for their benefit.  But Shaniya’s tactic in stripping away all the cute outfits and revealing them as they really were – two big boys just pretending to be babies – suddenly brought the truth home to her.
“Yes,” she said, excitedly, realisation dawning, “Philip?  Matthew?  Now you just look dumb.  You're much too old to be in such silly pants an’ everything.  Don’t you think so, mummy?”
“I agree, dear.  But they do like making an exhibition of themselves – don’t you, boys?”  She winked.  “Suppose we took them out to the shops.  What would people say, do you think?”
“They would laugh!” shouted Dorelia.
“They would say, “ooh, what big, silly babies, why are they wearing nappies and plastic babies’ panties?” grinned Abigail.
“They would ask them if they wetted their nappies!” cried Lucy, delighted.
Philip closed his eyes.  The charade had suddenly been exploded.  The girls now saw them for exactly what they were.
“Could we, mummy?” asked Kimona, urgently.  “Could we take them out to the shops one day?  It’d be such fun!”
“Well, I don’t know…”  She looked innocently at her friends.  Jess suppressed a laugh.
“Please….?”
“Yes, please   ,” echoed Dorelia.
“Just as they are,” added Abigail.
“Maybe…” said Dana.  “I’d have to discuss it with your mummies, but perhaps, if you’re very good, we could even go…tomorrow.”
“Yay!”
“Yippee!”
Philip and Matthew looked at each other desperately.  Shaniya smiled at them triumphantly.
“Would they have their dummies in?” asked Lucy.
“They ought to,” said Kimona.  “If they want to be babies they should suc-k their dummies all the time, ‘cept when they’re being fed, course…”
“Yes, I think I agree,” said Dana.  “Shaniya’s going to teach them babytalk, but they haven’t learnt it properly yet, so it may be better…”
“Can we help?” Kimona, asked her sister.
“Course, Kim.  All of you can help.”
“This is gonna be fun!” grinned Abigail.

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Re: The Settlement
« Reply #195 on: February 21, 2021, 12:28:29 PM »
OK, as asserted in others' reviews Philip's character has undergone a complete metamorphosis.  When the story began Philip, who had an admirable character, was putting himself into his aunt's and cousin's sinister clutches to save his family.  As the story progressed Philip let himself be compromised again and again for his family's sake.  Now, Philip is a full blown wimp.  When and why did this happen? Prior reviews and the author have touched on the changes in Philip's character but he is now just a trope in an infantilization story.  Blackmail is now a joke with the amount of current and proposed hyper-exposure.  Who doesn't know about their situation?  Philip and Matthew could, when alone with Shaniya or even with one or two of the women, just subdue her/them (it's been implied they're physically capable) and together get out of the mittens (why they let her put them on them in the first place is inexplicable) lose the baby clothes, find something suitable to cover up with and get away from this scene after dark.  Philip's plan is garbage and unless they are both dumb as posts they should realize this and act.

Whew!  That felt good.  Sorry!  Understand that this is fiction and your story Sandra B but the story has always had the draw of Philip's strong character triumphing and that seems lost forever.  Finally, to clarify, this is not a complaint/criticism of Philip's feminity, infantile tendencies (if any), etc.  Rather that Philip is letting go of any control and letting events unfold to his detriment.  Guess he's just your garden variety masochist. 

 

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