The Settlement

[Sandra B]

Chapter 118.  Nurse Jackie Shows her Skills.

Nurse Jackie led her two charges along the corridor and up the stairs, then into a room with a yellow door.  The walls were papered canary yellow, paper smothered with babyish motifs: pacifiers, bottles, childish portrayals of animals, and so on.  On the far wall, either side of the window, were two big playpens, each about six feet long and three high, with steel bars around the sides, a plastic-covered padded floor, and a glass top, presumably so that the occupant could be exhibited like some sort of curiosity.  In the corners were white cots with low sides, neatly fitted out with pink blankets and pillows, and with toys hanging from the headboards and mobiles suspended from the ceiling above.  On the side walls were long, low cabinets with drawers and cupboards topped with changing mats and accompanied by lined bins, and on the corridor wall high chairs and other paraphernalia.
“Right, babies,” said Jackie, “before anything else we need to get you photographed.  The photographer will be here in a moment.”
“W-what for?” ventured Philip.
“What for?  For the books and the posters, of course.  Every intake is photographed and the photos used to illustrate a catalogue, which we use to circulate amongst the schools and colleges and adoptive families.  Each illustration will have your name under it, and any other details that are relevant – your age, your likes and dislikes, your standard of behaviour.  In that way our clients have the chance to choose which babies to visit or to adopt, on a first come first served basis.  We also have the photos made into posters, which are put up around the main hall, and which can also be purchased at cost.  We sell quite a lot…  Oh, here’s Lorraine now.  Lorraine…how are you?  I have two new recruits for you today.”
A brisk woman with dyed red hair, carrying a black backpack, had entered the room. 
“Hi Jackie.  I’m fine.  Two nice big ones, I see.  This one’s very pretty, isn’t he,” she added, looking critically at Philip.  “What’s your name, baby?”
“Philip…” Philip responded sulkily.
“Baby Philip,” corrected Nurse Jackie.  She waited.  “Well?  Go on.”
“Baby Philip,” repeated Philip, frowning.
“Well, Baby Philip,” said Lorraine, unzipping her bag and pulling out a pretty serious looking camera, “stand over against the wall, please.  That’s right.  Now, put your pacifier in – go on, I haven’t got all day – and hold this in your left hand.”  Here she produced from her bag a doll with blonde hair in a very frilly pink dress.  Philip took it reluctantly.
“Good.  Now your right hand on your crotch, please.”  She sighed.  “Goodness, don’t you understand anything?”  She took Philips hand and thrust it between his legs.  “Now, squeeze – like you want to wee very badly.”
Philip looking rebellious, Nurse Jackie stepped forward and gave him one hard slap on his thigh.
“Ow!”
”Well do what you’re told!  Otherwise I’ll have to tell Mary, and you won’t find her so sympathetic.”
Philip was compelled to comply.
“Good…good boy,” grinned Lorraine, snapping away enthusiastically.  “That’s perfect – very sweet.  You’re going to be very popular, I can see.  Right, you’re done.  Now…?”  She turned to Philip’s companion.  “You are…?”
“Baby Robert…, ” he responded, fearfully, obviously terrified of getting in Nurse Jackie’s bad books.
“Baby Robert…”  Lorraine contemplated the nervous dark-haired boy shifting from one leg to the other.  Despite the fact he was about Philip’s age, he seemed utterly cowed by the new regime.  Philip guessed that being treated as a baby was a completely unfamiliar experience for him.
“Hmm…don’t be frightened.  Just go and stand where Philip was, please.”
“But miss…”
“Do what Lorraine tells you, Robert,” said Jackie, irritably.
“But miss…I need to do a wee…badly…”
“Oh, even better!” cried Lorraine.  “Now stand by the wall.  Go on.  Now, Robert, as I photograph you, I want you to wet your nappy.  Okay?”
“Please…”
“No arguments.  I just love it when I can get a proper baby action shot like this!  Take the doll.  Pacifier in.  Good.  Now, hold yourself and let it all out.  You’ll feel so much better.  I’ll take a video and capture a still for the catalogue.  Go on.  Don’t keep us all waiting.”
A threatening glare from Nurse Jackie was enough.  Robert started sobbing quietly, and his face assumed an expression somewhere in between that of a frown of the most excruciating embarrassment and a smile of relief.  When he had done, and his little rompers were nicely taut over the dilated pull-up, Lorraine replaced the lens cap on her camera with obvious satisfaction.
“Oh, that’s sensational.  I’ll entitle it, “Baby Robert, on his first day, flooding his nappy”.  Everyone’s going to love it.”
“No…please, miss…”
“Oh, dear,” said Jackie, testily, “now I’m going to have to change you!”
“Oh!  Would you mind if I…Jackie?”
“Please do.  Baby Robert’s first changing.  That’s worth recording.”
Nurse Jackie took the poor frightened boy by one ear and led him over to the changing cabinet.  She gave him a stool and made him climb onto the mat.  She produced a long white rubber apron from the cupboard, and slipped it on, tying it at the back.  Pulling on a pair of latex gloves, she removed his rompers and his wet pull-up with practised efficiency, dumping the pull-up into the bin next to her.  Aware of the presence of Lorraine and her camera, Robert swiftly turned over and pressed himself face down onto the cool plastic.  But Nurse Jackie had no intention of sparing his blushes.  She produced baby wipes, cream and powder from the cabinet, and lined them up at one end of the mat.  She wiped his bottom thoroughly, and ordered him to turn over.  He resisted until she persuaded him with a sharp slap.  Humiliated, he threw one arm across his face, covering his eyes but not concealing reddening cheeks.  Again she went to work with the wipes, from his thighs to his tummy, holding his little boyhood between finger and thumb as she cleaned his private parts.  When she was done, he swivelled back again, presenting her with his trembling bottom.  Jackie applied the cream with a thorough but sympathetic hand, smoothing it into his buttocks and, much to his consternation, sliding her fingers between the cheeks.  When she was satisfied she had dealt with all accessible areas, she scooped up another wad of cream and stood waiting for him to turn over.
“Come on, baby boy.  I need to do your tummy.”
Robert didn’t move.  Nurse Jackie sighed.
“Now, darling, you can either have a spanking from me or something much worse from the Principal.  What’s it to be?”
Presented with an impossible choice, Robert caved in, and gingerly squirmed over onto his back.
“Good boy.”
Jackie transferred the cold blob of cream from her fingers to the middle of Robert’s belly.  He gasped and stiffened.  She began gently to massage it in with a circular motion, working outwards from the epicentre.  His hands lifted involuntarily, as if he were about to fend her off.  She ignored the gesture, now working cream into his belly button with a faint suc-king sound, now smoothing it into his thighs, allowing her finger tips to delve just below his little balls.  In fact, she attended to every part – except the private ones.  Robert was biting his lip now, and when she smiled, and reached for another blob of cream, he twitched, and emitted a faint squeak of anxiety. 
Standing slightly to one side, to allow Lorraine an uninterrupted view, she again took the tip of his pen-is between finger and thumb, and smeared the baby cream down its length and over his balls.  Then she got to work, cupping and caressing his balls and drawing her closed hand up the shaft.  Robert whimpered and squirmed, and covered his face once again.  Philip watched open-mouthed as Nurse Jackie expertly brought him to full erection, his pen-is standing stiff and straight like a little flagpole.
“There, there.  Does baby like that?”
Robert groaned.  Jackie continued.  She gripped it tighter now, and drew her fist up more slowly, making the boy shudder with pleasure.  It had looked so little to begin with, but now…   Philip was hard himself, with excitement and envy.
“What do you think, Lorraine?  Should I stop now?”
“Oh, Jackie, I think that would be a pity, don’t you?  I mean, my film…  All good stories need to come to a climax…  But it does look so pretty…”
“It does.  Wait a minute.  I can make it even prettier.”
She hunted through the drawers till she found a reel of pink ribbon and some scissors.  Cutting off a length, she wound it tightly around the middle of Robert’s pen-is, knotted it, and tied it off in a bow.  The women began to giggle. 
“Oh, Jackie, that’s so cute!  But really…what a big thing for a little baby boy!  I don’t know how you’re going to keep it under control!”
Robert’s “thing” was indeed big, and the constricting ribbon was making the head dilate, the scarlet tip peeping out of the pink foreskin and emitting a dribble of clear juice.
“Oh, don’t worry, darling – I’ll find a way.  There are such things as chastity devices, you know.  But for now…”
She began to work on the end, working the foreskin up and down, making a faint plopping sound.  It wasn’t easy.  It was oozing juice now, which was trickling down the shaft and spoiling the bow, and the whole thing was very slippery.  But eventually she managed to coax it back behind the glans, now gleaming and purple with arousal.  Robert was emitting inarticulate noises, and trembling all over.
“Time to put baby out of his misery,” winked Jackie.  Gripping the bottom of the shaft with one hand, she began to massage the cleft on the underside of the glans with the tip of one finger.  Robert put up a temporary resistance, but quickly capitulated.  Philip saw what was coming, and took a step back.  With a great sob of  ecstasy, he exploded.  The first spurt actually hit the ceiling.  Then, crying and bucking in the intensity of his pleasure, he shot wad after wad of sperm into the air, showering both himself and the delighted women, and spattering the floor and wall!
At last his orgasm subsided, and he lay there, breathless and twitching.  Lorraine looked disbelievingly at Nurse Jackie, and they both burst out laughing.
“Wow, Jackie, you certainly know your stuff!” laughed Lorraine, taking a tissue and wiping drops of Robert’s sperm off her face.  “You’re two very lucky boys, I’m thinking,” she added, turning to Philip.
“Lorraine, please!  You surely don’t think they’re going to get treated like that every day.  No, that was just a necessity, or I would never have got his clean pull-up back on.  It’s always a problem with our big babies, I’m afraid.  As you know Lorraine, we have to lock their little willies firmly away, especially when they’re breast feeding, or goodness knows what would happen!”  She mopped Roberts ejaculate off her apron.  Philip pricked up his ears.  Breast feeding?  Had he heard right?  Jackie noticed his surprise.  “Oh yes, young man.  You’ll be breast-fed.  Lucky boy.  You’ll need some practice here first, because when you get your placement…well, some of our ladies are producing far too much milk.  You see?  Not only will you get to enjoy yourself, but you’ll be providing a much-needed public service!”
Philip’s rebelliousness was beginning to be eroded by the thought he might not hate it here as much as he had imagined.  He was already justifying his about-turn to himself.  Well, he thought, as I’m here, and there’s no escape, maybe I should just fall in line.  I mean, it would make everything easier, and the time would pass quicker, and really I don’t want to upset Mary….  Yes, I think that would be a clever strategy.  In pursuance of which, he decided it could never be too early to demonstrate his new compliance.
“Nurse Jackie?”
“Yes, Philip?”
“Can I have my bottle soon, please?”
“Oh, of course you can, my little man!  Especially when you ask so nicely!”
“Thank oo, Nurse Jackie.  And Nurse Jackie?”
“Yes, darling?”
What Philip wanted was to be changed, just like Robert, and if he thought he could have got away with it, he would have wet himself on the spot.  But such a request would have been transparently disingenuous, and in any case he had decided to play a long game.
“Could I have a little nap after, do you think?  With that pretty dolly to cuddle?”  He pointed at a brown-haired doll he had noticed lying in one of the cots.  “Baby Philip want go sleepy-bye.”
“Oh, he’s so sweet!” cooed Lorraine.
“Oh, darling, of course!” cried Jackie, surprised and perhaps even a little enchanted.  Was this really the boy Mary had warned her against?  Really, he seemed quite an innocent little thing.  “Just let me clean up here, and I’ll fetch it for you!”

[Paddybaby]

Great chapter and welcome back

[Sandra B]

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[Sandra B]

Chapter 119.  Babies on Parade.

Meanwhile, Nurse Hannah had conducted Matthew and his two new acquaintances to a room on the ground floor, a room all decked out in blue, but otherwise not very different to Philip’s.  One of his companions was small and nervous, the other tall and surly.  He tried to start a conversation, but Nurse Hannah cut him off.
“Did I give you permission to speak?  Did I?”
Matthew thought he’d better not risk even opening his mouth, so he just shook his head.
“Can’t you speak, boy?  Well?”
You couldn’t win with Nurse Hannah.
“No, miss.  I…”
“Well don’t then.  Now, you three will share this room.  No funny business.  Do as you’re told and if you’re lucky I won’t need to spank you too often.  Now, you can start by taking all your clothes off.  Now, please!”
“But miss,” whined the surly one, “we’ve only just got dressed…”
“Yes, well, now you’re going to get undressed.  You’ll be pleased to know you three have been chosen to be the girl babies.”
“G-girl b-babies?” gasped the smaller one, wide-eyed.
“Yes, girl babies.  Aren’t you lucky, Billy?  You look like you’d be much more at home as a girl, anyway.  I’m not so sure about you two.  Matthew, maybe.  Graham?  Definitely not.  But I don’t decide these things, I just handle the arrangements.  So clothes off, quickly, and make a line here.”
While they took off their temporary baby clothes, Hannah took a seat on a chair and fished three little red rubber things out of her pocket.  They looked like thick party balloons, except that the neck was very short with circular opening, and at the other end two little eyelets.
“These will keep you under control,” smiled Nurse Hannah.  “Little girl babies don’t have erections, now do they?  They’re quite soft, but the rubber is nice and heavy, and you’ll find them fully effective.”  She pointed to the small boy.  “Billy?  You first.”
Billy stared at the devices and began to shake his head.  Nurse Hannah sighed, and gave him one good hard smack on the thigh.  That was enough.  He stood still, trembling a little, as she fitted him with the pouch.  Matthew watched with growing unease.  The neck was formed by a narrow ring of plastic, no more than a quarter of an inch broad, contained in a sleeve.  This ring was adjustable a one point where there was a gap in the rubber.  Nurse Hannah carefully packed Billy’s vital parts into the pouch,  then compressed the ring till it fitted snugly in place behind his balls, and tightened it with a tiny silver Allen key.
“There,” she said, surveying with satisfaction the shiny little rubber packet that was now Billy’s private parts.  “This key is unique, so there’s only one way that this is coming off, and that is when I decide it’s time.  Graham?  You’re next.”
All three boys were soon found themselves neatly and securely packaged, after which they were given very big, puffy rustling pink pull-ups to wear, and pretty pink plastic pants, translucent and decorated with little flowers, to go over them.  They were allowed to choose from a range of very girlish very short smock dresses, and their outfits were finished off with pink animal bootees and soft tie-on mitts.
“Now you must wait for the hair stylist, girls,” smiled Hannah.  She’ll be along shortly to give you each a lovely head of pretty curls.  This evening all the babies are going to parade in the hall.  Be on your best behaviour, won’t you?  The cutest baby will get a little prize.  Isn’t that exciting?”
“So miss, will Philip and the other boy be girl babies too?” asked Matthew.
“Oh, no.  They’re going to be boy babies, silly!  Perhaps, if you look really pretty tonight, maybe…maybe you might get a little kiss from one of them!  Wouldn’t that be lovely?  I’ll suggest it to the principal.  Just imagine what a sweet picture that would make to put on the hall wall!”
Matthew was starting to feel sick.  But his fate was no less embarrassing than Philip’s.  Upstairs Nurse Jackie was preparing the boy babies.  Boy babies, she explained, unlike girl babies, were allowed and acknowledged to be in possession of little willies.  Staff and visiting ladies being entitled to derive a certain amount of amusement from their boyish appendages, it was necessary they should not be concealed unnecessarily during changing.  She neglected to add that it was the established custom for those aforesaid females to entertain themselves at such times by a certain amount of familiar touching and playing, often giving rise to a degree of tumescence – or worse.  But there were strict rules governing such practices by the boys themselves, enforced during the daytime by constant supervision and at night by securing the boys’ hands behind their backs.  Philip and Robert were not to find that out until after the evening parade, for which they were now being prepared, by being dressed in big blue pull-ups and blue plastic pants, with little short blue and yellow satin tunics, and appropriate accessories, and given coaching in the conduct that would be expected of them later.  They were then allowed a little nap, and each given a bottle and a dolly.  After Nurse Jackie left the room, Philip lay there for a while with his eyes open, thinking about his lucky roommate’s recent experience on the changing mat.  “It’s not fair!” he murmured to himself.  It seemed like an age since he himself had enjoyed any sexual satisfaction, and he could feel the pressure in his pull-up building slowly.  But the padding was so thick and bulky, he would have had to pull it down to get at himself, and he dared not do that with Nurse Jackie hovering around.  So he contented himself with thinking about the things he could get up to when they were both put down for the night.

The induction parade was scheduled for six.  At a quarter to, the five boys, each clutching a doll, were shepherded in two groups to the corridor outside the main hall, and ordered to wait, and not to speak.  The little group exuded the scent of baby powder.  Matthew and Philip looked each other up and down, and exchanged questioning looks.  Billy stared at Philip, as he had done when they first saw each other.  Philip frowned back, but then Billy gave him such a winning smile that he had to laugh.  But that was as far as their intercourse was allowed to go.  At five to they were ordered to file in and stand in the middle of the room, facing Principal Mary on the stage.  If they had hoped for a small audience, they were disappointed.  It appeared that the rest of the intake had arrived, for around the walls about a dozen new boys were seated, all attired in temporary outfits of nappies and rompers, variously looking angry, worried, or startled.  They were policed by what Philip guessed must be the entire nursing staff – about ten or fifteen unprepossessing characters in full uniform, each with the handle of a riding whip protruding menacingly from her boot.  And that Lorraine woman was hanging about too, taking random photos.  Then Philip noticed a row of new posters on one wall.  They were all there, all five of them, all holding themselves, and Robert with that stupid expression on his face.  He had to smile, especially when he read the title: “Baby Robert Floods his Nappy”.  He looked sideways at Robert.  He had seen it at the same time, and was staring at it horrified, cheeks reddening.  One or two of the spectators were grinning and pointing at him.  You won’t be smiling much longer, thought Philip.
But now the Principal was about to address the hall.
“Babies, welcome!  All of you.  As you can see, a few of the early comers have already been inducted.  Baby Philip and Baby Robert are our new boy babies, Baby Matthew, Baby Graham and Baby Billy our new girl babies.  Soon you will all have been allotted a gender – purely as a formality, for a baby is a baby first and foremost, a little sexless thing.  And boys, I can assure you, you are all going to be quite sexless.  Any sexual stimulation, whether self-induced or – perish the thought – mutual, will be punished with the utmost severity.  The only exception is for staff, and for guests and visitors, to whose orders or whims every one of you will always accede.  Is that understood?”
Murmurs of “yes, miss” from around the hall.
“Good.  Now let us welcome our early birds.  Nurse Millicent, you may proceed.”
Nurse Millicent, ever severe of countenance, propelled the first baby forward.
“Speak to the whole audience, Billy, as you have been instructed.”
Baby Billy, eyes wide with terror, addressed the room.
“M-me B-Baby B-Billy.  Me little girl baby.  Do you like my frock?  I want be Baby Billy for ever.  I going to be good Baby Billy, an’ drink up all my milkies, wee-wee in my nappies, and get changed by my nursie, and be the bestest baby for all the guests!”
And so it went on, each declaration seeming more humiliating than the last.  Matthew had been required to announce he preferred being a tiny girl baby, “cos I get to play with pretty dollies all day long, an’ wear lovely frilly dresses”.  Philip was forced to follow his script with equal compliance.
“Me Baby Philip.  Look at my pwetty blue panties!  I can’t wait show them off to the guests.  I love my dolly.  She called Barbawa.  I like share my milk with her, an’ cuddle her all night!  I fink girl babies very pwetty.  Nurse Millicent?  May I kiss girl babies?”
“Well, you may, Baby Philip, if they agree, and if you kiss them very nicely.”
The girl babies had of course been prepped, and raised no objections.  It may have been a minor embarrassment, had not Nurse Millicent overseen the process.  She made sure every boy kissed every girl on the lips.  She was very fussy about it all, and insisted they all do it with a smile on their faces, and the boys had to bow first, and the girls curtsey.  It was all very unbabylike, really, but clearly all the staff were enjoying the boys’ humiliation.  There were even one or two in the new intake thought it was funny.  Idiots, thought Philip.  Don’t they realise they’re next?  He was frowning with annoyance, and Nurse Millicent must have noticed, because she singled him out for special attention.
“Baby Philip?  You have still to kiss the prettiest girl baby of them all, Billy.  Don’t you think she’s cute?”
Philip made a face.
“Well, don’t you?”
Philip looked at Billy.  He was the smallest of all of them, and actually, yes, he was sort of cute.  He had pretty light brown hair, now converted into a mass of curls by the stylist, freckles, and a little turned-up nose.  He could easily have been a girl.  “Yes, miss.  She’s very cute.”
“I’m glad you think so.  So show us all how you really kiss a pretty baby girl. Go on.  Put your arms round her.  Around her, silly.  Hold her close.  That’s better.  Now, a nice, long sloppy kiss.”
Their puffy plastic pants were pressed together, and their noses an inch apart.  Billy gazed at Philip with his big doe eyes, as if appealing for forgiveness.  Why, thought Philip.  It’s not your fault, after all.  But he was about to discover why.  He hesitated, but in his peripheral vision he saw Nurse Millicent’s hand close around the handle of her riding whip, and so, shutting his eyes, he pressed his lips against Billy’s.  To his utter surprise, Billy responded by rising up on tiptoe, throwing his arms around Philip’s neck, and pushing his tongue into Philip’s mouth.  Philip wanted to draw back, but Nurse Millicent seemed to sense it, because she quickly intervened.
“That’s better!  Remember, Baby Philip, a kiss always lasts as long as the girl wants it to.  So Billy, let’s have a good long one!”
Billy clearly endorsed those sentiments, snogging Baby Philip for all he was worth, all the while emitting very faint, urgent sounds of pleasure, until at last he was out of breath, when he slowly relented, detaching his mouth and resuming his heels.  He stared into Philip’s eyes with something like adoration, blushing to the roots of his hair.  Philip was blushing too, not only because of the stares of his colleagues, but because of the pressure once again building in his pull-up.  How could a boy – albeit one dressed as a girl – how could a boy do that to him?  And why?  He turned to Nurse Millicent.  She had a knowing smirk on her face.  Nurse Millicent had recognised that Billy had some sort of crush on Philip right from that first moment when they met in the hall, and had determined to exploit it as soon as she had the chance.  Nurse Millicent hadn’t got to be head nurse by accident.  She had both imagination and cunning, and enjoyed nothing more than playing pranks on her charges.  After all, she calculated, they hadn’t ended up at Resborough by being little angels, so anything she could do to add to their humiliation was fair game.  On this occasion, things had turned out even better than she could have imagined.  Moreover she hoped and suspected that Philip had not been completely unaffected by the other boy’s amorousness, which would just be more fuel to the flames.  She sighed.  What could be more fun than to have a whole houseful of frustrated teenage boys under her control, knowing her sole function was to increase and whet the sexual tension, until something or someone snapped?  “I love my job – I really do…,” she murmured under her breath.
It was hardly a surprise when Principal Mary adjudged Billy the cutest baby of the lot.  His prize?  A set of pretty pink hair slides and ribbons.  Philip could have sworn he gasped with delight as they were presented to him.

[babycakes]

Welcome back and excellent writing as usual.  Can't wait to see where you take this baby camp experience.  Curious as to Philip's future actions since he has already scanned the grounds ostensibly for an escape route finding only minimal security - the guard dog could be troublesome but a riding crop? Not much of a weapon.  Sure it would sting but to get close enough to use it would expose the wielder to close-in physical retaliation.

Also, will any of the "recruits" try to resist or escape?  Philip and Matt came "willingly" but others, such as Graham based on his initial sulking, must have been coerced? Can't imagine what form the coercion took but unless the recruits were chosen based on their small size any average male teen would generally be capable of physically resisting an adult female,even one with a riding crop, baring the adult having specialized martial arts training.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 120.  Mutual Aid.

As far as Philip was concerned, the authorities of Resborough Infant Training and Education could not have done a better job, or produced a better outcome.  If he had doubts before he arrived, doubts about his gender, doubts about his sexuality, ambiguity about submissive and regressive tendencies and relationships, they were nothing to the confusion he was about to be subjected to.  If any of the intake should have been designated a girl baby, he should.  He was part of the way there already.  But Mary had had other plans, and now the opportunity for further discord had presented itself, in the form of Billy.
The original plan had been to put him alone with Robert, to see if a combination of Robert’s virility and Philip’s femininity and frustration could yield some sort of interesting chemical reaction.  Robert had been placed there by his by his mother at the suggestion of his aunt, a friend of Mary’s – she seemed to know a lot of aunts – on account of his sexual over-activity, both with various girlfriends - and solo.  Of course, like most of the intake’s sponsors, she had something “on” her son – though what, he didn’t care to reveal.  It goes without saying that all the rooms in that noble institution were monitored by hidden cameras, allowing the staff to exercise the entire range of their unhealthy diversions.
However, for the time being, things were allowed to proceed as originally planned.  The boys were allowed to use the toilet, the staff having no interest in actually changing nappies unless required by the attendance of visitors.  Accordingly, Philip and Robert were instructed to use the bathroom and to shower before returning to their room wrapped in big warm towels.  Jackie then helped them into their night clothes - pale blue satiny pull-ups and matching short nighties - settled them down in their cots, gave them their big pacifiers, and read them a story – something about a little puppy that was always late coming home, which they both listened to with rapt attention.  By the time she had finished they were both sleepy.  But Nurse Jackie had one more important function to perform.
“Boys?  Turn on your faces, please.”
“Why?” asked Robert, bluntly.
“Just do it.  Hands behind your backs.  Now these…” she said, as she strapped onto Robert’s wrists a pair of padded blue leather cuffs, and locked them together with a tiny padlock, “…this is to make sure you behave like good babies all night, and aren’t temped to…shall we say, interfere with anything which belongs to you.”
She then went through the same procedure with Philip, much to his annoyance, though he kept his feelings to himself.  Finally she switched on a baby’s lightshow, which projected friendly coloured cartoon animals, which progressed slowly around the walls to the faint accompaniment of nursery rhyme tunes.  She left the room.  The light were dimmable.  The switch was outside the door, and Nurse Jackie turned it down to about sixty percent. 
“There,” she murmured to herself.  “Now let’s see if the babies go to sleep.”

Inside, the boys were still and silent for a minute.  Philip broke the silence.
“fuc-k this, Robert,” said Philip.  I don’t know about you, but…”
“Yeah, me too,” moaned Robert.  “I thought we were going to get some privacy at last.”
“Well, we got privacy I guess, but it’s not much use if we can’t even…you know.”
They lay there for a while in frustrated silence. 
“Philip?” whispered Robert, at length
“Yeah?”
“I’ve got an idea.  We could…maybe…you know…help each other.”
“Help each other?  What do you mean?  These things are padlocked on.  There’s no way we could get them off.  Forget it.”
“No…I didn’t mean that.  I meant…you know, I could…do it for you. and you…”
“Is that a serious suggestion?”
“Well…yes…”
Philip lay there thinking.  He was hard and throbbing.  Normally he would never have countenanced such a thing.  But his arousal was getting the better of his judgement.  He bit his lip.
“Well…how would it work?”
“I could come over to you.  Lie next to you with my back to you.  Then I could slide your pull-up down, and…there you are.”
“There you are?  What do you mean by that, for fuc-k’s sake?”
“No, I just mean…you know, you can use your hands…I mean, it’s not like we’re gay or anything, but if we don’t do something we’re not going to get much sleep tonight.  I keep thinking of Nurse Jackie and what she did today, and…”
“Yeah, okay, okay.  Don’t remind me.”  He sighed.  “All right.  I’m not happy about it, but…well, let’s see if it’s even possible first.  But never, ever tell anyone about this, right?”
Robert stood up and stepped over the side of his cot.  “I wish we could turn off the lights,” he whispered.  “Never mind…”
He climbed in with Philip.  They lay side by side, not moving.
“I don’t know about this,” whispered Philip.
Up in the staff room, Mary and the nurses were sitting or standing around, watching a big monitor and awaiting developments.
“Go on, guys,” said Millicent under her breath.  “You know you want to.”
“Well,” said Mary, “now we’ll see whether they’re responding to training - or reverting to their bad teenage habits.  I would hope….  Oh, dear!”
“There’s your answer, darling,” smiled Nurse Hannah.
Philip had eventually convinced himself that he should accede to his friend’s request, in the interests of empathy and good comradeship.  Empathy he certainly felt, for he knew he had to do something, or resign himself to a very uncomfortable and restless night.  It was nothing, anyway.  A favour for a friend.  And one that would be reciprocated.  So, not without some misgivings, he had hooked his thumbs over the top of Robert’s pull-up, and gently pushed it down, being careful not to tear it.  As he did so, something firm sprang out and smacked against the seat of his own pull-up, accompanied by a little gasp from behind him.  Robert began to squirm, thrusting against him.
“Please…” 
Philip began to have doubts.  “I’m really not sure this is a good idea…”
But Robert wasn’t letting him wriggle out of it now.  He worked himself down until his erection was touching Philips shackled hands, and pushed it between them.
“Just hold it then.  That’s all you have to do!”
Gingerly, Philip clasped his hands around it.  It was very stiff and very hot, and very slippery.  Fortunately for him, he didn’t have to take any active part – Robert thrust desperately against his  interlaced fingers, moaning and whimpering.  Philip was a little disgusted, but also very aroused, and when, after less than a minute, Robert came, flooding his hands with warm c-um, his own climax was triggered, and for a few brief moments they were convulsed in mutual ecstasy. 
They lay there, gasping, until the blood flowed back into their extremities, and they were overwhelmed with that utterly peaceful lassitude that follows intense orgasm.  Robert started to giggle.
“Did you…”
“Yeah.  I did.  So you’re off the hook.”
“Thanks, Philip.  I can sleep now.  Er, sorry about the, er, mess…”
“Don’t worry.”
“Er, could you…?”
“Oh, sorry.  Yes.” 
With difficulty, his fingers still being somewhat slimy, Philip did his best to help Robert back into his pull-up, after which his friend crept back to his own cot.
“Good night.”
“Good night.  And this never happened, right?”
“No, Philip, of course.  It never happened.”

Up in the staff room, the nurses were in party mood.  Nurse Jackie had won a couple of small bets, but even the losers weren’t downhearted.
“So what are you going to do now, Mary?” asked Millicent.
“Well, my dear Millicent, I would say we have them over a barrel, wouldn’t you?  Flagrant breach of the rules.  They’ll have to be punished, won’t they girls?  It’s merely a question of how.  Now we don’t want to let on about the surveillance.  Jackie?  Why don’t you drop in to check on them, and find the evidence?  We’ll take it from there.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 121.  Stuffed and Dressed.

The boys had not long been asleep when Jackie stuck her head round the door.  She tiptoed over to Philip’s cot.
“The little darling…” she murmured, quietly.  Then, loudly, “Philip!  What’s all this?”
“Wh-what?” said Philip, waking slowly out of a deep slumber.  “Wh-what’s going on?”
“This, boy.  This…mess!  All over you…and on the sheets!  No.  Don’t tell me.”
Robert was awake now.  His face was the picture of guilt.  Jackie looked from one to the other, playing the part of the horrified and outraged carer with slightly melodramatic artistry.
“Don’t tell me!  I can see it in your faces.  Disgusting!  We leave you alone for a few hours, and…this!  The very thing you’re here to address.  You had the opportunity to be good little babies and be taken care of, and you’ve blown it!”
“I-I didn’t blow anything, miss…” whimpered Robert, misunderstanding.
“I’m going to report this to the principal right away.  We’ll see what she’s got to say about it!”
With which encouraging remark, she stalked out of the room, in a fit of righteous distaste.
Philip looked at Robert, and then, with a groan and a curse, turned over and closed his eyes again.  There was nothing he could do for the time being, and he needed sleep badly.

The following morning, the two miscreants found themselves lined up in Mary’s office.  Mary sat at her desk, with Nurse Jackie to one side, playing the part of the gaoler.
“Well.  What have you got to say for yourselves?  Robert – frankly I’m not surprised.  Your mother did warn us…  And I understand from Nurse Jackie she had to take remedial action yesterday simply to enable her to change you!”
Robert opened his mouth to say something, but she held up a hand.
“No, I don’t want to hear your excuses, thank you.  And you, Philip!  I’m surprised at you, of all people.  Just when we thought you were responding so well to training.”  She gave them a steely stare – two, actually, one each.  “I’m very much afraid you’re going to be sorry for last night’s little faux pas.  Ultimately I think we may have to separate you.  Nurse Jackie, we’ll discuss this later.  Perhaps Robert should be swapped with one of the girl babies…  Billy, maybe?”
“No…miss…”
“Quiet, Philip!”
“Anyway, nurse, I want these two fitted with chastity devices right away.  Then you will dress them in the manner we discussed.  Please have them ready by ten.  You’ll find Nurse Millicent downstairs waiting for you.”

“Yes, miss.  Right away.  Follow me, boys.”

She led them into the main corridor.  They followed her meekly.  Philip got the impression they were being made an example of; it seemed the whole rest of the current intake were lined up by the walls watching their progress.  They arrived at the foot of the stairs, but instead of going up, she turned to the left.  The punishment room!  The boys looked at each other in trepidation.  Jackie produced a rusty key, and unlocked the door.
“In, please.”
Philip had to duck slightly to avoid hitting his head on the lintel.  Jackie followed them in, and closed and locked the door behind them.  They were standing on an ill-lit wooden landing.  A flight of old wooden stairs led down in what appeared to be a cellar, undecorated, with brick walls.
“Down you go.”
At the foot of the stairs, Nurse Millicent was waiting for them. 
“Follow me.” 
She led them across the main room.  In the shadows they could see what looked like pieces of gym equipment, steel and leather glinting in the dim lights.  She opened a grey door and showed them into a room  which couldn’t have been  more different.  Brightly-lit, fitted out with white cupboards and a long white padded table and white plastic stools, with racks and shelves of clothing at the far end.  No windows, but one other door at the side.
Millicent addressed them in her most no-nonsense voice.
“We are going to change you into something more appropriate.  I suggest you co-operate fully, or you will find the consequences will be worse.  Now, let’s get those things off.”
The boys were undressed, and instructed to use the toilet and shower, which were behind the side-door.  When they returned the first thing that happened was that they were fitted with the standard Resborough chastity devices. 
“Blue ones for boys, naturally,” smirked Millicent, as she tightened up Robert’s ring.  “In recognition of the fact that yes, big deal, you’ve got willies, which you seem to be so eager to remind us of at every opportunity.”
That seemed a slight exaggeration, and for one fleeting moment, Philip was inclined to dispute the assertion.  But he collected himself just in time. 
The rubber pouches seemed to come in the one size, and once Jackie had locked them on with the key, neither of them felt very comfortable, even in their totally flaccid state.  Philip looked down unhappily at the spherical blue package between his legs, and then at Robert’s.  The two eyelets on the front looked back at him mockingly.  I wonder what it’s gonna feel like to pee in this, he thought.  I hope I don’t have to.  Nurse Millicent was enjoying herself, indulging in a rare smile and a little pleasant banter.
“But I’ve got something even nicer than that.”  She looked at them as though she was going to give them a treat.  “Nurse Jackie?  Would you please bring the boys’ new pants?  Medium for Robert.  Large, I think, for Philip.”
Nurse Jackie went to a cupboard and came back with two plastic packages.  Philip could see some wording on one of them.  ‘No Nappies’, was it?  Nurse Millicent too one, ripped it open, and held up the contents for the boys to see.
“We’re experimenting with these, boys.  They obviate the need for towelling or pull-ups - at least, that’s what they claim.  I confess the staff here are fed up with constantly washing nappies, and are equally unhappy at the ecological stupidity of dumping huge numbers of disposables.  So we’re going to try these.  And you two are our guinea pigs.”
They found themselves staring at a pair of short-legged pants, made of translucent – almost transparent – pastel blue latex.  The legs and waist were in the form of plain widish bands, clearly designed to cling to the skin and form a tight seal, while the pants themselves were relatively loose.  They looked at them in disbelief.
“I know you’re eager to try them on, but before you do we need to fit one last attachment.  Nurse Jackie?”
Jackie had returned to the cupboard a second time.  Now she handed her colleague two small carboard boxes, which she put on the table.
“Thank you.  Robert?  Bend over the table please.”  Robert hesitated.  “Come on.  We don’t have all day.  That’s right.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.  Thank you.  Legs apart.  Wider.  That’s it.”
She was already wearing the standard pink latex gloves common to all the staff, but now Nurse Millicent slipped on a pair of disposables over them.  Nurse Jackie stood at the opposite side of the table, and held Robert’s wrists.  Millicent opened a tub of cream, and with practised efficiency scooped out a blob on the end of her index finger, and slid it into Robert.  He squealed and squirmed, but she held onto one cheek and thrust her finger in and out a couple of times, making sure he was properly lubricated.  Then she reached into one of the boxes and pulled out what looked like a short black rubber sausage, round at one end and flat at the other, with a neck at the flat end.  She inserted the other end and pushed it gently it, till the neck slipped neatly into place, leaving only a flat disc showing, with some sort of silver connector in the centre.
“Good.  Now stay just where you are.  Philip?  Next to your friend, please.”
Philip looked around, as if inclined to flee.  But he was naked, and in any case there was nowhere to flee to.
“Philip!  Now, please!”
Reluctantly, he positioned himself next to his new friend.  Jackie grabbed his wrists and pulled him down.  First the cold cream, and Nurse Millicent’s intrusive finger.  He gasped.  Then the smooth bulk of the rubber sausage.  How easily it slid into him!  It slipped into place, his anus gripping the neck.
“Keep still.  Now…”
He felt her doing something to the base.  There was a click, as if something had been connected.  Then he heard a sound – “shh, shh, shh” – and felt a strange sensation deep inside, a pressure.  He knew what was happening.  Nurse Millicent gave the plug six pumps – he counted them – and then disconnected it.
“There.  Is that comfortable?  I’m sure it is.  I’ve been very moderate.  It’ll be hardly bigger than a table-tennis ball.  But I can assure you it won’t come out until I decide to deflate it.  Now, you can watch while I do your friend.”
Jackie released him, and he stood upright.  It felt funny.  He felt the need to stand up very straight, and move very gingerly.
“Here we go.”
The pump was nothing more than a small rubber bladder, with a flexible tube attached ending in a metal connector.  She fitted it to Robert’s butt-plug and gave him the obligatory six pumps.  As the head expanded inside him, his eyes widened as if in sympathy.  She detached the pump.
“Now, boys, I must explain that the valves on your plugs have a unique shape which will connect only to this particular pump.  So don’t imagine you can deflate them without my assistance, which will only be forthcoming if you behave properly and follow my instructions.  Understand?”
What choice did they have?  “Yes, Nurse Millicent.”
“Good.  So let’s get you into your lovely new pants, shall we?”
Their pants fitted perfectly, gripping their thighs and waists tightly.  They were given soft, velvety, short blue socks and, slightly incongruously, Philip thought, matching Doc Marten’s to wear.  Nurse Millicent registered his puzzlement.
“Even babies need good stout footwear sometimes.  Anyway, they’ll look cute.  Here, sit down and put them on.”
For some reason, they eschewed the proffered chairs and elected to put them on standing up.  Then Jackie produced two little smocks with short, puffy sleeves, little rounded collars and three buttons, hardly more than waist length, in heavy blue cotton, each with the word “BOY” embroidered across the front - just in case anyone should infer the opposite from the slightly girlish style.  She helped them on with them, and pinned on their big pacifiers on blue ribbons.  Each outfit was completed with a pair of strong blue rubber mittens, secured with straps at the wrist - “in case they feel the temptation to fiddle”, as Millicent put it.  She stood back and surveyed them with delighted admiration.
“You look wonderful, boys!  Well, we should get going.  Ready?”
“G-get going?” stammered Philip.  “Going where?”
“Oh, didn’t Nurse Jackie tell you?  We’re going on a little visit.  You’re going to be such a hit!”