The Settlement

[Paddybaby]

Brilliant as always. So many twist and turns has me gripped .

[deewet]

Great story- our babies are in for some real education it seems-keep it going, a very interesting read!!

[Sandra B]

Chapter 122.  Resborough Academy.

Robert was seriously alarmed.  As Millicent waved them towards the steps, he was thinking fast.
“But miss…we haven’t had our morning snack…and soon it’ll be lunchtime.”
Later, he would regret this suggestion.
“Goodness, Robert, is your belly the only thing you think of?”  She paused.  “No, of course it isn’t the only thing, is it?  We know that, don’t we?”
He looked at her appealingly.  Nurse Millicent laughed.
“All right.”  She glanced at her watch, pinned to the front of her shirt.  She had really been a hospital nurse once.  A matron, in fact.  How she had enjoyed bossing all those helpless patients!  But this was even better.  “Come on then.  Follow me.  We’ll drop into the refectory on the way.”

The boys had fifteen minutes to have a snack and a drink.  They also had a little privacy.  Nurse Millicent had kindly let them have a large bag of crisps each.  She must have been in a good mood.  Mind you, they made the boys quite thirsty.  Just as well she had also provided a large variety of fizzy drinks. 
“Where are they taking us, d’you reckon?” whispered Robert.
“Not the faintest,” murmured Philip.  “I wouldn’t put anything past that one.  Maybe to see some sadistic friend of hers.”  He grimaced.  “You can’t sit down for very long with this…thing inside you, can you?  Not only that…”
“Yeah.  It makes you horny, for some reason.  Only you can’t get horny.”  He bit his lip.  “It’s throbbing.  Feels like Nurse Millicent’s got be by the balls and is squeezing…”
They snorted with laughter.  That was the signal for Millicent to bring snacktime to a close.
“Come on boys.  Chop chop.  Where are you going, Robert?”
“I’m just going to the loo, miss…”
“No you’re not.  We’re already late.  Follow me.  Now!”
“But miss…”
“Do as I say, Robert!  Unless you’d like…”  She laid a hand on the handle of her whip.  Robert turned, and hastened towards the door.
She led them out of the main door.  Nurse Jackie was at the wheel of a pink Mini, the engine running.  Millicent packed them into the back, and the car pulled away down the short drive and out of the gates.  Philip was fantasizing about jumping out and making a run for it.  He could have done.  But not dressed like this, and without the key to his butt-plug…
It was only a fifteen minute drive.  The car turned into another set of gates, into what looked like a park, with trees and shrubs everywhere.  Over the tops of the trees they could see the grey slate roof of a largish building, like a big house.  There was a sign by the side of the road.  What was that…?
“Shit!” ejaculated Philip.  The sign read, ‘Resborough Academy for Girls and Young Ladies’.
Millicent turned round in her seat.
“You’ll need to curb your tongue here, Philip.  These girls aren’t used to your street talk.  They’re well brought up and well educated.  So be on your best behaviour.  Any impoliteness will be dealt with by a good spanking from me, or one of the teachers.  I’m sure you wouldn’t like them to witness that.”
“But…why here?”
“Because it’s the perfect opportunity to introduce you to them  The domestic science class will be visiting several times to learn about child-rearing and to practice their skills on you boys.  So it’ll be nice for them to get to know you a bit first.  Break the ice, as it were.  After all, in a few days they’ll be changing your nappies and wiping your bottoms, just like proper little mummies.”
Robert and Philip stared at her in horror.  Jackie was unable to suppress a burst of raucous laughter.
“Now, now, Nurse Jackie.  It’s not a cause for mirth,” said Millicent, disapprovingly.
“Sorry, Nurse Millicent.  I was just thinking…it’ll be the perfect antidote to their rudeness and arrogance, that’s all.”
“True.  And they’ve been very very rude, haven’t you boys?” 
Jackie parked the car in front of the school.  “Well, now’s your chance to make amends,” she continued.  “Behave nicely and remember, once we get out of the car, you’re no longer big brash teenagers.  Just two little baby boys.  Baby talk please, and total compliance.  Be the good little babies I know you can be.”
What choice did they have?  They climbed out and followed Nurse Jackie meekly up the front steps.  A group of young girls in green uniforms chattering by the big double doors were struck dumb.  Their mouths fell open and they simply stared, too stunned even to laugh.  But after the boys had passed by, there were little screams of disbelief and sounds of scurrying and whispering behind them, until the commotion was cut short by a stern female voice.
“Girls!  No talking in the corridor.  If you want to talk, outside please.”
Absolute silence ensued, though Philip was aware of the faint clicking of multiple little shoes on the black and white tiles of the passage, seemingly following their route as Millicent led them deeper into the cool gloom of the building – to their doom, so it seemed to him.  At last they stopped.  Millicent rapped respectfully at a big green door labelled ‘Head Teacher’ – and a voice within summoned them to enter.  Pushing open the door, she stood aside and ushered them in, in front of her and Jackie. 
A largish middle-aged lady with a kind face and untidy grey hair was sitting behind an enormous desk with a green leather top.  She was holding a pen and seemingly adding up something from a list.  Her face expressed surprise, then a smile of delight.
“Boys!  Welcome to Resborough Academy!  I’m Miss Wellington, the head.  Well, well.  My goodness.  What handsome babies you’ve brought me, Millicent.  My girls are going to be over the moon!”
“Glad you approve, Beatrice.  They are quite handsome, I suppose.  But not always handsomely behaved, I’m afraid.  I’m hoping this little visit will…give them pause for reflection.  These are the new baby pants I mentioned.  What do you think?”
Beatrice pushed her glasses up onto her head and surveyed the boys’ costumes.  They fidgeted self-consciously. 
“Well, of course, they look…quite striking.  I can see you have them neatly packaged.  Just as well, I think.  Otherwise I don’t know what my girls…well, you know what I mean.”  She stood up and made her way round the desk.  She approached Philip and patted him familiarly on the cheek.  “You’re a big bouncing baby, aren’t you?”  She felt the fine latex of his pants, giving it a little tug to test its elasticity.  “Do you think they’ll do the job, Millicent?”
“We’ll find out.  I hope so.”
“Turn around…what’s your name?”
“Philip, miss.”
“Philip.  Baby Philip, you mean, I think.  Ah.  Turn around, Baby Philip, and let me look at the back.  That’s it.  Bend forward a little…Ah, I thought so!  I could tell.  They’re standing so straight and stiff.  You’ve plugged them, Millicent!  It’s the best way, I agree.  Nothing like a little plug to keep them on their toes!”  She turned to Robert.  “And you are…?”
“Rob – er, Baby Robert, miss.”
“Well, Baby Robert, how do you like being nicely plugged and packaged and dressed in lovely blue baby pants, then?”
Robert hesitated, then said, “thank you ma’am, I like it very much…”
“Good boy!  I can see you’ve already made progress, Millicent.  Now, shall we begin?  Miss Lovell is waiting, I believe, and I’m sure the girls are bursting with impatience.”
“They’re all yours, Beatrice.  Will you join us for a coffee in the cafeteria?”
“Shortly, Millicent.  I have a few things to do here.  I won’t be a couple of minutes.”
She went to the door, and summoned a passing pupil.
“Deborah?  Would you please tell Miss Lovell the babies are ready for her in my office?  Thank you.  Ladies, I’ll see you very shortly.  Order me a cappuccino, would you?”
Jackie and Millicent left, and Miss Wellington resumed her seat and her work, ignoring the boys, who were left standing in the middle of the room.  A few seconds passed, then there was a polite knock at the door.
“Come in,” bellowed Miss Wellington.  “Ah, Miss Lovell.  Here they are.  All yours.  Boys?  Do what you’re told, and maybe I’ll have a little treat for you afterwards.”
“This way,” said Miss Lovell, scrutinising them with undisguised satisfaction.  She was a thin, pale, narrow-faced woman with short black hair and long, sensitive hands. She took Philip by the arm and drew him with her into the corridor, her fingers like pincers on his flesh.  By now the corridor was lined with girls of all ages, wide-eyed and expectant.  Word had obviously got around.  In total compliance with school rules, however, they were perfectly silent – except for an initial collective intake of breath.  As the boys  ran the gauntlet of the lines of excited spectators, Robert blushed scarlet, aware that as he walked, the taut little ball in the front of his pants was bouncing proudly to and fro, much to the students’ supressed amusement.  Some walked by their sides, as if by accident, pretending they were going to a class or on an errand, but never taking their eyes off them.  It was a relief to both of them when eventually Miss Lovell stopped by a classroom door.
“Now then, babies.  This is the domestic science class.  The girls are very eager to see you.  They’ve heard something about the innovative panties you will be modelling.  Please conduct yourselves modestly, and don’t be tempted to show off.”
And she turned the handle and threw open the door.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 123.  Scientific Research.

She propelled Philip into the room with a hand on his back.  Robert followed.  The members of the sixth form domestic science class were lounging about, draped casually on desktops or perched on the counter that ran down the window side of the classroom.  When the door opened their heads turned, all except two who were deep in conversation at the back of the room.  Philip and Robert stared at the floor, cheeks burning.  There was a collective gasp – then a couple of the girls began to giggle.
“Girls.  Pay attention, please,” said Miss Lovell – a superfluous admonition in the circ-umstances.  Well, except for the two at the back.  Becoming suddenly aware of their teacher’s presence, they slid off the desks they were occupying and quickly looked towards the front of the room.  One of them, a pretty girl with chestnut hair and round wire-framed glasses, was unable to contain her surprise.
“fuc-k!”
She immediately covered her mouth, and mumbled, “sorry, miss…I…”
“Cassie!  Really!  You can stay behind after school.  See me at the end of the lesson, please.”
But Cassie, in common with the rest of the class, had already transferred her entire attention to the new arrivals.  Philip and Billy stood there, hanging their heads.  No-one else moved.  There were nine girls in the class.  Nine pairs of eyes were riveted on the babies, devouring the spectacle with delight.
“Cute!” whispered one girl to her neighbour, sarcastically.  “Look at those little panties!”
“What have they done to the poor things?” the other laughed.  “They’ve got little blue rubber balls where their things should be!”
“Boys?  Introduce yourselves, please.  Stand up straight, now!  Heads up!  You first.”  She pointed at Philip.  Philip raised his head and looked at the girls’ gleeful faces.  It was obvious what their attention was focussed on.  The pressure of the butt-plug was only alleviated somewhat by pushing his hips forward.  But this in turn had the effect of thrusting the constricted rubber sac forward, like a ripe fruit, straining at the front of his pants.  He could feel the locking ring pressing against his balls.  He shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, making it quiver slightly, eliciting a snort of laughter from one of the students in the front row.
“Go on!”
He tried to remember what he was supposed to say.  Nurse Millicent had given him some coaching, but he was in such a state of embarrassment that at that moment he couldn’t think clearly.  “I-I’m Baby Philip.  I-I’m from Resborough Infant Training and Education.  I’m eighteen years old.  My hobbies are…er…”
“Playing with my little rubber ball?” murmured a voice somewhere in his audience, to a ripple of titters.
“That’s enough.  Now you.”  Miss Lovell pushed Robert forward.  He was breathing quickly, hardly able to speak.
“I-I-I’m B-Baby R-Robert.  I’m eighteen years old too.  I live at…I mean, I’m staying at R-Resborough In-Infant…er…there, yes….and…please miss?   May I use the toilet?”
There was a gale of laughter.
“Dear me!  What a silly baby.  No you cannot, young man.  Wait till the end of the lesson.  Let’s get on.  Now, girls, come and look at these new baby pants, and tell me what you think.  You’ve all got your record sheets?  Good.  Well use one for baby Philip and one for Baby Robert.  I’d like you to write a short piece on the back of the sheet about these new pants – advantages and disadvantages compared with nappies and pull-ups, likely effectiveness…appearance, that’s a consideration too.  Anything you think is relevant.”
“Miss?”
“Yes, Nicola?”
“Why are they wearing those…those blue things?”
“Well, Nicola, why do you think?”
“I don’t know, miss,” she replied innocently, suppressing a smile.
“Would anyone like to explain to Nicola why it may be necessary to have our babies firmly packaged up like this?  Imelda?”
“It’s obvious, miss.  Cos they’re teenage boys an’ if they weren’t…well, you never know what might happen.”  She sniggered.  “’Specially in a room full of girls.  I mean, if they were really little babies, course it wouldn’t matter.  An’ anyway, who wants to see whatever’s inside there?”
“So miss?  What happens when the baby does a wee?” asked another.  “How do you change him?”
“I know, miss!  You put him straight in the bath, let all the wee out, then wash him and rinse his panties.”
“That’s right, Rachael.  That’s exactly right.  So there’s no nappies to wash, no dirty disposables to throw away, no pollution.”
“But do they work?  I mean, do they actually hold the pee?”
“That’s the big question, Priscilla.  Maybe we’ll find out in the course of our researches.  But for now, why don’t you all go and have a closer look.  Test the tightness of the leg seals, in particular.  Make notes on your record sheets.  Boys?  Stand quite still while the girls examine your pants, do you understand?  Clarissa?  Will you keep order, please, while I go and fetch my own notes from the staffroom?  Thank you.”
Miss Lovell slipped out of the door.  Philip and Robert, left at the mercy of the class, looked at each other in alarm.  They had good reason to be fearful.  The girls, determined to make the most of Miss Lovell’s absence, descended on them en masse.  It was left to Clarissa, the senior girl, to impose some sort of order.
“Girls!  Please.  Nicola, would you like to check Robert first, and Cassie, you check Philip.  The rest of us can take it in turns.  Make sure you all make some notes to show Miss Lovell.”
Nicola and Cassie advanced eagerly on their prey.  The rest were quite content to stand back a few feet and watch proceedings.  They knew Clarissa had chosen the two most mischievous girls in the class.  Robert was trembling slightly in anxious anticipation as Nicola inserted on finger into the left leg of his pants.  Cassie was about to follow suit with Philip, but she became distracted by what Nicola was doing to Robert, and with the rest of the class, stopped to watch.
“Mmm.  Yes…quite tight…I don’t think much could get out of here…or in…” said Nicola.
She slid her finger higher.  Robert flinched.
“Keep still, baby,” warned Clarissa, “or I’ll have to report you to miss.”
“I don’t know, though,” she continued.  “Let me see.  Pity we can’t see your willy…  Oooh, look, girls!  There are two little holes here to let his pee out!  Here, see for yourselves.”  The class craned forward.  She allowed her fingertip to touch the front of Robert’s straining rubber pouch, making him jolt with surprise.  “Hmm…it’s very full…so firm…”  She applied gentle pressure, making him gasp.
“P-please…don’t do that…”
But Nicola was enjoying herself now.  She began to move her fingertip around in tiny circles, every now and then stopping and pressing the end.  For the rubber sac was slowly but definitely changing shape, from its original spherical appearance to something more ovoid, so that the transparent latex of his pants was now taut over the end.   Robert began to whimper quietly, his buttocks clamped tightly together in a vain attempt to contain his growing tumescence.  The girls observed the change, and the boy’s discomfiture, with undisguised delight.  The twin pressures of his constricted privates and the inflated butt-plug were driving him to distraction.  In the extremity of his distress, he pressed his mittens against his tummy, and rose up on tiptoe.  The heavy rubber sac had reached the limits of its elasticity, but Nicola continued her research.  She removed her finger, allowing the leg seal to snap back into place, and instead began to work on him through his pants, letting her fingertips gently pull and squeeze the point of the swollen package, all the while looking up into his face to gauge the effects of her ministrations.  The onlookers had lapsed into a fascinated silence now.  Only Priscilla, the youngest and the class swot, was scribbling notes on her record sheet, doc-umenting the progress of her classmate’s experiment.  She didn’t have to wait long for the climax.  All at once Robert emitted a cry of anguish, and clapped his bemittened hands to his face.  Nicola let go of him and stood back with her friends.  As they watched, wads of white sperm burst from the two eyelets, erupting in spasms and streaming down in thick rivulets into the loose crotch of his pants, while he was racked with convulsions.  The girls watched open-mouthed as he stood there, moaning inarticulately.  His orgasm seemed to last for ages.  At last it subsided.
“Wow!” said Rachael.  There was a sudden access of delighted chatter, but at that very moment the clicking of Miss Lovell’s heels was heard in the corridor.
“Quick!” cried Clarissa.  “Everyone back to their desks!”
The door opened.  Robert sank back onto his heels, eyes closed.  The pressure relaxed, his body was suddenly freed of its need to hold back.  With a great sigh of relief, he allowed himself to empty his bladder, the wee spurting from the eyelets in powerful twin jets, and flooding his pants.  Miss Lovell stopped in her tracks and watched with surprise.  The inundation lasted for a full minute, by which time his pants were bulging and heavy with urine.
“That was lucky,” whispered Clarissa to Nicola.  “He’s destroyed the evidence.”
“Well, well,” smiled Miss Lovell, with obvious satisfaction.  “What a fortunate occurrence!  Now, Priscilla, we’ll be able to test the efficacy of the new system.  I hope you’re taking notes, all of you.”
“I’ve taken lots already, miss!” cried Priscilla.
Clarissa covered her face and shook her head slowly.  “Nicci?  Get her sheet off her before she shows it to miss, would you?”

[Sandra B]

Chapter 124.  Bedtime.

Nicola gained immediate celebrity as a result of her amazingly successful and impressive experiment.  To tell the truth, she herself was rather taken aback at how easily she’d been able to coax Robert to such an explosive climax, and though she was ignorant of his reputation, she did know that sexual over-activity was one reason boys ended up at the Infant Training establishment.  She made a mental note to test the theory at their next meeting.  As for Robert himself, he was still recovering from his ordeal, and feeling dazed and a little confused.  He stood there blinking, swaying slightly, trying to regain his composure, the wee sloshing about in his pants, now inflated like a balloon – for not only did they retain urine, but air as well.  Even Philip couldn’t help smiling at the sight.
“Right girls.  If you want to take a picture to illustrate your reports, that’s fine.  But we should take Robert to the bathroom now.  The walk should tell us just how watertight these pants really are.  Philip?  Perhaps you’d like to hold Robert’s hand.  He seems a little unsteady for some reason…”

Philip led his friend along the corridor – now thankfully deserted, all the girls being in lessons.
“That was quite an orgasm, Robert,” he whispered.  “What did it feel like with that thing on you?”
“I’m shattered…totally shattered…” was all he could say in reply.
They arrived at the bathroom door, which Miss Lovell opened, ushering everyone in; it was a big white-tiled room with a bath and shower on the far wall.   The last girl closed the door.
Now, Robert,” said Miss Lovell, “let’s give those pants a good test, shall we?  I need to report back to Millicent.  Try dancing a little – go on, dance, jump up and down, twirl around, whatever you like.  I want to see if they leak at all.”
Though weary, Robert complied, jumping and cavorting to the great amusement of everyone, and, discovering he was rather enjoying being the centre of attention, eventually joining in their laughter.  The wee sloshed and splashed about noisily in his pants, but do what he might, not a drop leaked out!  Miss Lovell was very impressed.  “I think the Training Centre might be onto something here,” she remarked.  “Well, experiment successful, I think.  Good.  Now take off those boots and climb into the bath, and lets get you sorted out.”
And so while Robert stood in the bath, Miss Lovell divested him of his clothes, after which one of the girls washed him down using the shower head. He was remarkably unselfconscious, thought Philip.  But then, the transparent latex had really hidden nothing anyway.  When he was clean, a couple of the girls towelled him dry, while another dried and powdered his pants, and helped him back into them and the rest of his outfit.

It was time to go.  Miss Lovell promised she would be bringing the girls over to the training centre in a few days for their lesson.  The boys said their goodbyes, and she took them back to the head’s office, where they found her, Millicent and Jackie chatting and laughing.
“Miss Lovell!  Well?  What is the result of your researches?”
“Very successful, madam, I have to say.  I’ll be submitting a full report at the end of school.”
“Oh, I’m so pleased to hear it.  I’ll have good news for Principal Mary then.  Well, boys, very nice to meet you both.  You’ll be seeing my girls again soon.  In the meantime, behave like good little babies, if you can.  If you have to be bad, make sure it’s baby-bad and not teenager-bad, all right?”

As they were being driven back, Philip ventured a question, on a subject he was feeling anxious about.
“Nurse Jackie?  After we get back…will we still have to wear…these things?  I mean…”
“Don’t worry, darling.  They’re only for those times you need to interact with visitors or outsiders.  I mean, it would hardly be babylike if you started getting all hot and bothered when they’re trying to change you or feed you or something.  No, they’ll come off when we get home.  And your plugs can come out too, for the time being.  As to night times, I don’t know whether Nurse Millicent is intending to impose any other restrictions…  You’ll just have to wait and see.”
Nurse Millicent declined to take the cue, but in the rear-view mirror Philip caught a glimpse of her face, as she herself was in  the process of stealing a glance at them, a wry and not altogether prepossessing smile on her face.

The meaning of that smile became apparent at bedtime.  Nurse Jackie was fussing about, getting the boys into their night attire.  Tonight it was nothing but towelling nappies of large dimensions secured by big safety-pins, and blue plastic pants.  Nurse Millicent was in attendance.
“Now boys.  I won’t say any more about the events of last night.  I don’t know exactly what went on here,” she lied, “but clearly we need to guard against any repeat of similar occurrences.”  She turned to Philip, with a malicious leer, and opened the bottom drawer of the changing-chest.  Oh no, thought Philip, not those fuc-king mittens.
“Philip, sweetie.  We were thinking of mittens...”
It’s always “we”, he thought.  They must have fuc-king meetings about this stuff.
“Yes.  But in the end we decided this was an insufficient deterrent.  Please lie down in your cot.  Go on.  On your back, please.”
Philip did as he was bid.  He was trying to divert his thoughts away from these humiliating proceedings.  He was thinking about Rebecca.  But all thinking of her did was to fuel his resentment and make him horny.
“Good.  Now…”
Millicent had produced cuffs and chains from the drawer.  She advanced on him, lips compressed.
“If you were thinking of resisting, don’t.  I can call half the staff in here if I need them.”
As it happened, he wasn’t.  What was the point? 
The ‘cots’ were low-sided, sitting directly on the floor, and of robust wooden construction.  They were painted yellow, like most of the room.  The vertical bars were circular in cross-section, and about an inch and a half thick.  The near side was removeable.  It could be lifted off by releasing two steel catches.  At present it was propped against the wall.  Philip huffed and puffed a little, but crawled in and lay down.  The mattress at least was comfortable – plastic-covered, of course, and covered with a soft, brushed cotton, fitted sheet.  No pillow.  Babies don’t need pillows.  The cot must have been over six feet long, and accommodated him comfortably.  Shit, he thought.  Another night of frustration.  How the hell am I going to be able to sleep?
Nurse Millicent strapped the cuffs onto his wrists with undisguised relish.  She attached them to the bars at the head of the cot with short chains, looped around and fastened to the cuff-rings with little padlocks, so his hands were above his head, well away from the danger area.  She did the same for his ankles.
“There, dear.  Comfy, are we?”
Philip glared at her.
“Good baby.  I won’t replace the side.  A little superfluous in the circ-umstances, I think.  But I’m afraid we’re going to have to deprive you of your naughty little companion.  You’ve shown us we simply can’t leave you two together in the same room.”
Robert’s face fell.  For a moment he looked as though he was going to cry.  Philip frowned.  “I’m gonna be all alone here, too?”
“We’ll try and find someone else.  Someone a little less…excitable.  Someone from downstairs, maybe.”
Philip brightened up.  “Matthew?”
“We’ll see.  Now go to sleep, Baby Philip.  Sweet dreams!” 
As they left, Jackie dimmed the lights and turned on the light show.

Philip lay there in subdued light, watching the cartoon animals travelling happily around the walls.  Yeah, it would be good to see Matthew again.  At least they could talk.  But he needed relief.  That was for sure.  Withholding it was all part of the regime, that much was obvious.  He was beginning to understand.  There were two distinct elements in this imposition of babyhood.  The first was denial.  Denial of freedom, denial of identity, denial of personal responsibility, denial of adulthood…including denial of sex, aside from that childish relief bestowed at the whim of the nurses.  Even that would have been something, he thought, squirming and tugging at his restraints.  The second, seduction.  Seduction into the soft, meaningless world of the baby, where you had to do nothing for yourself, where you were coddled in warm, sexless clothes, cuddled and kissed like a helpless, mindless being, stroked and changed and bathed and fed mush you didn’t even need to chew.  You needed to do nothing, except submit.  He could see how it might appeal to some.  He recoiled at the thought on grown men being slowly, inexorably turned into babies.  Could that possibly be what was going on here?  But if so, what happened to them?  Then he remembered some reference to babies being farmed out to families, being ‘adopted’.  He shuddered.  Did some of them end up there for life?  Perpetual babies?  Surely such a thing couldn’t happen…

His thoughts were interrupted by a shaft of bright light from the corridor.  The door opened.  Nurse Jackie crept in.
“Philip?  Darling?  Are you still awake?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve brought you a new companion.”
Philip tried to raise himself.  “Matthew?”
“Not Matthew, no.  You remember Billy?  He’s so excited to be sharing a room with you.”
“Billy?  That little…?”
“Now, make him welcome, won’t you?  Billy, dear?  Off you go.  Your cot’s right over there.  Say hello to Philip.”
Billy slipped into the room.  “Philip?” he said eagerly.  He was wearing a short pink nightie, fluffy pink socks, and puffy pink plastic pants with little yellow frills around the legs.  “I’m so happy they chose me!  I’ve been looking forward to seeing you so much since we met in the hall.  I like you…a lot!”
Philip slumped back and closed his eyes.  He heard Jackie say, “night, night, boys,” and the click of the door closing.  Then the muffled patter of Billy’s feet as he approached. 

[babycakes]

Excellent continuation of this story Sandra B!  You're killing this reader with the teasing ebb and flow of Philip's both alpha and beta natures.  Expected Billy would be his new roommate but how will Philip react?  Will Philip give in to his base needs, which Billy is sure to act upon, or will Philip resist given his expressed understanding of the real purpose of this baby "camp".  Keep hoping that Phillip will assert himself to some degree, at least to the point of not becoming a permanent baby, which seems the real intent of this experience.  Oh well, time and future chapters will tell.  Thanks again for your writing.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 125.  A consummation devoutly wished.

Philip heard the rustle of Billy’s pants next to him.  He half opened his eyes.  His new friend had knelt down by the side of the cot.  He was smiling happily.
“What do you want, Billy?” he asked, wearily, squinting at him suspiciously.
“Just wanna say hello.”
“Okay.  Hello.  Now go to bed.  I’m not in the mood to talk at the moment.”
Billy looked disappointed, but he didn’t move.  Though he was Philip’s age, Philip found it difficult to think of him as a peer or an equal.  He always seemed to have this puppy grin on his face, just below the freckles and the turned-up nose.  He wanted to tell him to fuc-k off, but he didn’t have the heart.
“What are you staring at?”
“You’ve got breasts.”
“Oh…”  Philip had forgotten his body was a little unusual.  He wished he could have turned over, or thrown an arm across his chest, but he simply had to lie there and let Billy stare at them.
“So what?  I’m a bloke whether I ‘ve got breasts or not, aren’t I?”
“Oh, yes, course…  But they’re pretty.  Can I…touch them?”
“No, you can’t touch them!  Listen, I just want to sleep, okay?”
“Please?  Just touch them.  My girlfriend…my ex-girlfriend… she left me…had nice breasts.  But yours are nicer.”
“Billy…”
But before he could say more, Billy had stretched out a hand and cupped his left breast, so gently and lovingly, that it reminded Philip of Rebecca.  He gasped.  “Please don’t do that...”  But even as he spoke, his left nipple was stiffening visibly, and he could feel the pressure in his nappy increasing.  Billy removed his hand and sat back on his haunches.  Philip closed his eyes again in embarrassment.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Yeah.  I wish she were here now.”
“Do you wish…she was in the cot with you?”
Philip gave a great sigh.
“You do.  What would she do…?”
“Please Billy.  It’s difficult enough.  I can’t even touch myself all tied up like this.  Robert’s managed to have three orgasms in the last day or so.  I don’t want to think about it.  Just go to bed and let me be.”
There was a pause.
“I could help you…if you wanted.”
“No!  I’m not gay, all right?  You may be, but I’m not.”
“I’m not gay either.  At least, I don’t think so.  But we all have needs.  If I like someone, I don’t care if they’re a girl or a boy.  And I like you. I liked you from the first time I saw you.”
Philip saw a chance to divert the conversation away from the subject of sex to something more abstract.
“You did?  Why?  Why do people like particular other people?”
“You have a nice face – a nice expression, I mean.  I can tell you are gentle, and kind.”
He reached out with both hands, and lay them on Philip’s breasts, making him squirm.  “Billy!  Stop that!”
But Billy ignored him,  and instead began gently squeezing and pulling at the firm nipples.
“Oh my god, no…you can’t do that…please…”
Billy continued.  Philip’s mind was in a whirl.  That ex-girlfriend must have been crazy to leave, he thought.  A Bjork track came into his mind…Venus as a boy…yeah, this was him in the flesh, all right.  I should make him stop…but I can’t…oh, god…I don’t want him to stop…
Billy was quietly unpinning Philip’s nappy.  As he unfolded it, Philip’s erect pen-is sprang up straight and quivering.  Billy made a small, satisfied sound.
“Mmm…  I’m sorry your girlfriend…Rebecca?...isn’t here to help.  What would she have done if she were?”
“Ah…Billy…you can’t…”
“Tell me.  What would she be doing now?”
“I…don’t know…”
“I think I do.  I think….  I think she’d be holding you…like this…”
He closed his left hand around the shaft, still toying with Philip’s breasts with the other.
“…and wanking you…ever so softly…like this…”
His hand moved slowly up and down, teasing little drops of clear fluid from the swollen head.  Philip began to tremble all over, making his chains tinkle against the bars.  He was almost choking with arousal.  He had never felt so excited in his whole life – as if he were drugged.
“There, there, Philip…just relax and enjoy…”
“Ah…ah…Billy…you shouldn’t…”
“And next, I know exactly what she’d do.  Don’t you?”
Philip’s whole body was racked with arousal.  He thought he was going to pull the bars of the cot out of their frame.  But they held fast.
Billy relinquished his breasts.  His right hand slid down onto Philip’s tummy, and he leant forward until his face was a few inches from Philip’s quivering member.  The juices were trickling down over his knuckles.  Slowly he pulled the foreskin down until it lodged beneath the glans.  Then he lowered his head a little more.
As he felt himself slide into Billy’s warm, wet mouth, Philip let out a cry of ecstasy.   And as Billy began to suc-k and tongue him, in a way Rebecca never had, he began to whimper involuntarily.  He was somewhere in a dream, images and colours racing through his mind, barely aware of what was actually happening.  Billy worked away steadily, his lips clamped around Philip’s prick, moving up and down at and even pace, the point of his tongue exploring the contours of the smooth, rounded glans, his throat swallowing the slippery juices flowing from its tip.  In his present state, Philip was never going to be able to hold back for long.  All at once Billy felt it harden.  Philip stiffened, and emitted a great sob of pleasure.  A second later the first spurt of sperm burst into Billy’s mouth, thick and warm.  And then it was pumping, wad after wad, and Philip was jerking and moaning, and Billy…Billy was gulping it down, in his own personal bubble of pleasure, in the pure enactment of his adoration. 
After Philip’s orgasm had finally subsided, Billy lay his head on Philip’s still-quivering stomach, smiled happily to himself, and slid one arm across his new friend’s body.
“Billy…” groaned Philip, “…you really…shouldn’t have…”
“Didn’t you like it?”
Pause.  “Course I did.  I wish I could show you how much, but…”
“Another time, maybe.”
“No, I meant…I can’t even…you know, stroke your hair…”
“That’s all right…”
Philip paused.  He took a breath.  “But I could…you know…reciprocate…”
Billy lifted his head and looked up at his face, surprised.  Philip smiled.