The Settlement

[Paddybaby]

Another excellent chapter, love every word you add

[Sandra B]

Chapter 126.  The Morning After.

It was nearly four when Billy returned to his own cot, and the night staff, accompanied by Nurses Millicent and Jackie, and by the Principal, had satisfied their salacious appetites, relaxing in front of the big monitor in the staffroom.  Millicent, as the architect of scheme, was jubilant.  But she received the congratulations of the others with gracious modesty.
“Well, Millie, I have to hand it to you, you little matchmaker, you were quite right about those two.  To tell you the truth, I had my doubts.”
“It was just a feeling, ma’am.  It was obvious little Billy was desperately attracted to him.  The only thing I wasn’t sure about was how he would react.  But in the end he couldn’t resist his physical needs.”
“And now they seem really happy,” added Jackie.  “It was meant to be.”
“Right.  So let’s keep them that way, shall we ladies?  No hint that we know anything.  It’ll add an interesting new dimension to their training, don’t you think?  It may be a way…”
“A way of persuading them to stay?”
“I was going to say, Millicent, a way of making them more compliant.  But yes, you’re right, it could be…  As long as their love blossoms… which I hope it does.  But I really must get some sleep.  I have a meeting with Miss Wellington at ten.  Good night all.”

As Mary made her way to her room she was feeling very pleased with herself.  Here she was, the distinguished and well-paid principal of an important training facility for recalcitrant boys - an institution respected all over the county and supported by local authority grants and charitable donations, the subject of several laudatory articles in local and national newspapers - a respected member of the reformatory community.  And she was having such amazing fun!  She had had a number of abortive relationships in her youth, with men who had, she felt, used and abused her.  There was a void in that part of her life, an unfulfilled longing to be loved by a youthful and unworldly companion, which is why she was still fixated on young men.  Alongside that, there was a mild but persistent resentment, a need to exact some sort of revenge.  But she was not at all malicious, and the revenge that appealed most to her flawed humanity was…humiliation.  So she had worked towards this goal for years, planning almost subconsciously, and attaching to herself any like-minded women she encountered along the way.  In her character, the need for retribution and for affection, each equally infected with prurience, were in a constant state of tension.
“Wait till I tell Philip’s aunt,” she mused.  “She’s going to love this…”

The fact that the boys were woken late by Nurse Jackie that morning was not entirely due to that lady’s solicitude.  The boys were merely sleepy, but she looked wrecked.
“Good morning, nurse,” said Philip, as she unlocked his cuffs.  “Are you…all right?”
“Bad night, that’s all.  Couldn’t sleep.” 
She was even too tired to enforce any baby behaviour.  She made a pretence of checking his nappy for signs of wrongdoing.  “Glad to see you behaved yourself last night.  Nurse Millicent said we might dispense with these” – she held up the cuffs – “if you’re good.”
“Oh…thank you…”
“Billy?  How do you like your new berth?”
“Very well, thank you, miss.”
“Good.  We’re thinking of letting you stay here for a while.”
“Oh, really?” was the excited response.  “That would be great!”
“Breakfast as soon as you’re ready.  You’ll have visitors this afternoon, so full baby mode after lunch, okay?”
“Who…?
But she had gone.  As soon as the door closed, Philip rose and went to Billy, cuddling him and pressing his cheek against his face.
“You were great last night…”
“You too…”
They said little more, but lay there together for a few minutes, each consumed by his own thoughts.  In the back of Philip’s mind were the smiling face of Rebecca and the friendly grin of Matthew, but in truth these images gave him very little cause for disquiet.  He somehow felt that they would understand…
Eventually they rose, collected fresh pull-ups, and headed for the shower.  When there were no visitors for them, it was left to the boys to choose the outfits they pleased from the variety of babywear in their personal drawers or cabinets.  It was a subtle way of giving them the illusion of choice, in the hope that in the long term they would maintain the taste in clothes to which they had become habituated.  Billy kept on his sweet little outfit of the previous evening.  He seemed perfectly comfortable in it, Philip thought – and it somehow suited him.  After breakfast he would need to bring everything else up to his new room.  The prospect excited him greatly.  Philip stepped into his pull-up and his blue plastic pants, and threw on a vest, a blue cardigan, and a pair of little frog wellies.  The only obligatory accessory was the pacifier, which every boy had to have pinned to his chest at all times.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 127.  Dummy Training.

The morning was devoted to baby language and pacifier instruction in the hall.  Classes were limited to six boys at a time, taught in one hour lessons.  Each boy was required to wear one of his personalised vests, with his name on the front.  They were supervised by an expert in baby behaviour brought in from an outside academic or medical institution, assisted by one of the nurses.  Billy and Philip were accompanied by four of the downstairs babies, including Matthew.  It was the first time Philip and Matthew had seen each other for several days, except one or twice at lunchtime, but then they were forbidden to have any contact.  As they lined up along one side of the hall, opposite the big posters, Matthew contrived to get himself next to his friend, with Billy on the other side at one end of the line.  He spoke quietly out of one side of his mouth.
“How are you?”
“Okay.  How are you?”
“Okay, I suppose…  Er, how you getting on with Billy?”  He couldn’t hide the tone of resentment in his voice.
“Yeah, he’s okay…” said Philip, noncommittally, but at the same time reddening perceptibly.
“Okay, is he?  Only I heard some rumours…”
Philip attempted a dismissive smile.  But it didn’t quite come off.
“They’re true, then?”
“Look, Matty…”
“They are, aren’t they?  I might have guessed.  You can’t help yourself, can you?  You just…”
“Baby Matthew!  No talking.  Pay attention, missy, or it’ll be a public spanking for you!”
“Sorry, Nurse Betty.”
“Now then, babies.  This is Doctor Mellish  She will be instructing you this morning.  I will be overseeing the lesson, so you will watch, listen and learn, if you please.”

Doctor Mellish, a young, slim woman with dark hair, red lipstick, black-rimmed glasses, and an enigmatic smile, wearing, for no better reason than it made her look official, a white coat, stepped forward and surveyed her pupils.  The left corner of her mouth turned slightly upward, the only manifestation of the urge she had to laugh out loud.  She loved these sessions.  If she’d had her way, they would be a lot more humiliating, and a lot more improper, than the institution allowed.  However, this would have to do for the time being.  She ran her eyes along the line.
“Good morning, babies.  I see you’ve all got your pacifiers on.  Good.  I hope you all know how to suc-k them.  No doubt some of you – did her eyes briefly light on Philip and Billy? – are better at suc-king things than others.  So our first lesson today will be dummy-suc-king.”  She paused, observing their reaction.  “Now, of course, in the normal course of things here at Resborough, you are required to have your pacifier pinned neatly to your clothes, as you know.  Baby Billy?  Your ribbon is rather short.  Can you actually get that in your mouth without stretching your vest?”  Billy demonstrated that he could, if he allowed his little vest to ride up over his belly button.  “No, I thought not.  Good long ribbons, please, babies,” she continued, repositioning Billy’s safety-pin, “good long ribbons, please.  Or you are allowed to wear you dummies on a ribbon around your necks, if you prefer.  But can anyone tell me what has to happen when you have visitors?  Yes, Baby Sammy?”
“Please, miss, we have do dummy-holdings and dummy-suc-kies, miss…”
“Yes, Sammy, quite correct.  Well put, baby.  When you have visitors – and some of you will have visitors this very afternoon, I am told – when you have visitors, you hold your pacifiers in your hand at all times, and make sure you suc-k them regularly.  It looks very nice and pretty if you are shy babies, and when someone asks you a question, like “hello baby…do you like your new plastic panties?” or says something like, “what a pretty baby!  Are you thirsty, little man?  Would you like your bottly-wottly?” you hang your head and pop in your pacifier, all embarrassed, and suc-k away frantically, making it wobble about in your lips.  Ladies love that.  Then they’ll say, “aw, look at him!  So sweet!”  And they’ll pinch your cheek or give you a big wet kiss.”
She pressed her hands together and smiled.  “So, let’s all try that, shall we?  One by one.  You first, darling.”  She pointed at a boy at the end of the row.  Philip leant forward slightly, far enough to see he had “Baby Bunty” on his vest.  One of the girl babies, then.
Baby Bunty was very good.  He actually did turn red, and his pacifier even trembled a little in his mouth.  Doctor Mellish was ecstatic.
“That’s perfect, sweetie!  If all of you can do as well as Bunty, I’ll be very happy.  Baby Sammy?  You’re next.”
Baby Sammy did his best.  Next in line was a boy who had been frowning since the start of the lesson.
“That’s Denis,” whispered Matthew.  He only arrived last night.”
“Now, Baby Denise?  Off you go, darling.”
But Baby Denise didn’t go off – well, not in the way Doctor Mellish had hoped, anyway.
“Shan’t!  Baby…Denise” – the named was wrenched out of him – “Baby Denise not gonna do stupid dummy suc-king.  I wanna go home!  No, I don’t wanna go home, I wanna go to my grandma’s.  I ain’t doin’ this stupid shit!”
There was a collective gasp.  Philip and his friends were delighted of course, but Doctor Mellish and Nurse Betty and even a couple of the babies were horrified.  Nurse Betty was the first to react.
“Nurse Millicent?  Nurse Millicent!  Come quickly, please.”
Millicent burst into the hall.  “Who was that?”
Betty pointed at Denis.  “Her.”
Millicent went straight over, took Denis by one ear, and marched him screaming to the far side of the hall.  She kicked a chair out from its place against the wall, sat down, and yanked him across her lap.  “Ladies?”  But Doctor Mellish and Nurse Betty were already on their way.  Nurse Betty held his wrists, and Doctor Mellish, after helping Millicent pull down his plastic pants and pull-up, his ankles.  Then the spanking began.  The babies watched open-mouthed as Millicent's rubber-gloved hand descended again and again, with a relentless series of resounding cracks.  In less than a couple of minutes, Denis’s bottom was flaming scarlet.  He struggled at first, but Millicent dissuaded further resistance by the simple expedience of trapping his private parts firmly between her strong thighs, and soon he was wailing and sobbing helplessly.  The spanking continued for several minutes.  When finally her arm was aching, and she could spank no more, and his bottom and both flanks were a mass of mottled red, striated with welts from her bony fingers, she thrust him from her lap onto the floor.  He stood, quivering, fearful at what might be coming next.  Nurse Millicent bent down and unpinned his pacifier from his vest.  She untied the ribbon and thrust the pacifier into his hand.
“Now you will suc-k on that for the rest of the morning.  You will be a lesson to any other little baby that thinks he knows best what is good for him.  No, don’t move.  I haven’t finished yet.”  She stood back put her hands on her hips.  “Yes, I think...  Get up onto the chair.  Quickly, baby!  Stand up straight.  No, idiot, facing the class.  That’s right.  Dummy in."  Then she took the ribbon and knotted it tightly around the middle of his willy, fussily tying the end in a bow.
“Now if I see that dummy out of your mouth just once…”
She needed say no more.  The lesson could then proceed.  And after that pleasant little interlude, it was amazing how well the others performed with their pacifiers, drawing many expressions of praise from the delighted Doctor Mellish!

[Paddybaby]

Thanks Sandra B. Still engrossed in this story.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 128.  Best Clothes.

As they were filing out of the hall, Nurse Millicent drew Philip and Matthew to one side. 
“Wait here please.”
They looked at each other, a little puzzled, but stood where they were, while Millicent disappeared out of the door.  They were alone. 
“What’s going on, Matty?”
“No idea.  Can’t be good, though.”
Two minutes later she was back, carrying two big carrier bags.
“Right.  You two babies have your first visitors today.  I know your mother is coming, Baby Matthew, and I believe there’s a Dana Williams for you, Baby Philip?”
“Oh, yes, miss, that’s right.”  Philip felt suddenly elated at the thought of seeing someone from the normal world.  And he had always quite liked Dana.
“So we thought it would be nice for them if you were dressed in those beautiful outfits they sent with you.  Remember?”
“Not those horrible plastic pants and vests, miss,” blurted Matthew, “they were disgusting!”
“No, not those.  Not the things you were wearing, Baby Matthew.  The beautiful satin dresses with bloomers.  Don’t you remember?”
“Oh, yes, nurse, I know what you mean,” cried Philip, his eyes lighting up.  “They were our bestest ever outfits, and we only got to wear them for a few hours in the park.  Don’t you remember, Matthew?”  He sounded disconcertingly enthusiastic, and Matthew looked at him askance.
“Yeah, I remember.  I also remember everyone staring at us, and I remember having to walk about with a soggy nappy for hours, and your little friends laughing at the squelching sounds.”
“Well, maybe…but we’re not going to wet ourselves this time, are we?  And we don’t have to go out in public.  Don’t you remember how pretty they were though, all satiny and shimmery?”  He was remembering the shiny skirt and the crinolines, the ribbons and bows.  In his enthusiasm for something girly and at least toddler-aged, he had temporarily forgotten about the mittens and the bonnets and the pacifier straps.
Nurse Millicent smiled approvingly.  This was the sort of talk she wanted to hear.  His visitors would be so pleased!  All of them.  She may have forgotten to mention all their names…  She gave herself a mental ticking-off.  How remiss of her!  Never mind – it would be a nice surprise for them…
“So, Baby Philip, yours is the pink one, I think, so Baby Matthew…you must be yellow.”
Matthew looked nauseous.  But Philip was looking on happily as she unpacked the bags, his female hormones kicking in at the mere sight of the shimmering satin.  It was lucky Matthew couldn’t read his mind.  Amongst other things, he would have felt Philip’s frisson of excitement at the thought he might be able to show off his cute dress to his new friend Billy….
“Nurse Jackie?  Could you help me please?”
Jackie appeared in the doorway.  She advanced towards the boys with a simpering smile on her thin lips, presumably intended to lull them into a state of childish trust and compliance – but her eyes were like cold, wet stones.  Nurse Millicent began to lay out the outfits, and as the mittens and bonnets appeared, some of Philip’s excitement turned to dismay.
“D-do we have to wear…?”
“Of course, Philip.  You’re both going to look lovely.  And look at these amazing pull-ups!  All the wee goes through the lining and is absorbed into the special filling, so you can stay nice and comfortable.”
“Oh.  Yes.  I know about that.  Yeah, they’re very…clever…”
“Look at these pretty bloomers!  Those ruffles on the botty!  And the ribbons!  Come on, let’s get you dressed.  Then you can have lunch, and wait for your guests.”
The nurses coolly stripped the boys naked, and began to dress them.  On went the big puffy pull-ups, then the cool, slippery underslips with their layers of stiff, light crinolines.  The waterproof bloomers were pulled on and buckled at the back, the contrasting leg ribbons tied in big bows.  Then the stretchy sleeveless satin dresses, pink for Philip and yellow for Matthew, with their tight bodices and full skirts floating on the crinolines, and the wide ribbons and big bows at the waist.  Their satin-rubber bootees had been replaced by shiny rubber wellies, matching their dresses. 
“Now, close your fists please babies.”
On went their heavy rubber-lined mittens, buckled tightly at the wrists.  Big pacifiers with bulbous teats were fastened to the right wrists with lengths of ribbon, to be available whenever needed.  Nurse Millicent picked up their bonnets.
“Miss, not the bonnets…please…” whined Matthew.  But to no avail.  They felt even tighter than last time.  The thick padding at the ears silenced the voices of their tormentors, the chin-straps locked them into place, and soon there they were, each little baby face peeping out from a prettily-frilled oval aperture just large enough to display its pouting lips and anxious countenance.  The nurses stood back to admire their work.
“Beautiful!” pronounced Nurse Jackie.
“Delightful,” added Nurse Millicent.  “You’re such pretty babies,” she added raising her voice.  But even then neither of them could make out a word.  She turned to her colleague.  “I think our guests are going to be pleasantly surprised, don’t you, Nurse Jackie?”
“Indeed, Nurse Millicent.  Especially the little ones.”  And they both dissolved in undisguised mirth.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 129.  Milking It.

It was lunchtime.  They created quite a sensation amongst the other babies when they entered the canteen.  Some stared, some laughed, and some…well, some, mainly those dressed only in vests and nappies and plastic pants, looked a little jealous!  Neither of the boys felt very much like eating, but the nurses insisted, and also made sure they took on an ample quantity of fluids.  Philip knew what they were trying to do, and tried to resist, turning his face aside and shaking his head vigorously as Nurse Jackie attempted to feed him from a big plastic bottle.  That was when Nurse Millicent stepped in, using the side-straps of his bonnet to secure his pacifier in his mouth, and, while Jackie held him in his seat, Millicent flipped open the boss of the dummy, attached a rubber tube to the nozzle inside, and his bottle to the other end, and force-fed him with warm milk.  Matthew looked on horrified for a few moments, then quickly picked up his own bottle and began to suc-k greedily.
“There’s a good boy, Baby Matthew,” exclaimed Nurse Jackie, putting an arm around him.  “Oo don’t want be like that naughty naughty Baby Philip, does oo?”

After lunch, Nurse Jackie led them to a room of the ground floor, with the words “Guest Room” painted on the door in childish, flowery letters.  It was spacious, warm, painted in pastel colours, pinks and yellows and blues, and smelling of rose-petal perfume.  There were playpens and little beds, changing-mats and fluffy rugs, cupboards and cabinets, and all sorts of toys and baby paraphernalia strewn around.  Philip had his pacifier removed and reattached to his wrist, but both boys were reminded of their dummy training.  They were instructed to kneel on a rug and play with some miniature dolls while they waited for their visitors.
They didn’t have to wait long.  There was the sound of raised voices outside – which, of course, the boys couldn’t hear – and a few seconds later in walked Jill, Dana, Jess, Toni, and another woman the boys didn’t recognise.  The women’s faces lit up in delight, all except the newcomer, whose open mouth expressed nothing but shock. 
While Jess and Toni looked on with mischievous smiles, Dana and Jill knelt down and kissed them both. 
“Darling!  How are you?  You look wonderful!” eulogised Jill.
“Brilliant,” agreed Dana.  Then she got to her feet and turned to the fourth visitor, whose surprise was just beginning to give way to amusement.
“Rosa, this is Philip – the pink one – and this is Matthew, his best friend.”  She lowered her voice.  “And lover, we believe.   Well?  What do you think?”
“They’re…they’re totally delightful!” cried Rosa.  “You were right when you said I was in for a surprise.  Those outfits!  I mean…”
“Yes, sweet, aren’t they.  You can thank us for those.  Before now, they’d only worn them once.  Here, I should introduce you.  They can’t hear very well – the hoods…padded, you see.  So if you speak quietly, you can say what you like, really.”
“I see…”
“Boys?  I mean, babies?  This is Rosa…Rosa!”
“Rosa?” queried Matthew.
“Yes.  That’s right.  Rosa.  She’s Lucy’s mum.  She’d heard all about you from us, and insisted on coming along.  Well?  How are you getting on?  You really seem to be responding very well…”
“Oh, they are, Mrs Williams.  There was a little resistance, of course, but as you can see, they’re happy little babies now, with their sweet clothes and their dollies and everything…”
“Oh, they look happy, all right,” put in Jess.  “Look at the face on that one.”  She pointed at Philip, who was frowning with annoyance.  Everyone burst out laughing.  Having difficulty hearing the conversation, he didn’t understand what they were laughing at, which made him even more angry.
“Can we feed them or something,” asked Rosa, eager to get involved.
“Of course, madam,” returned Jackie.  “I’ll make them some milk.”  And she went to the counter and began mixing up formula with boiled water.
“Look at those feeding bottles!” cried Toni.  “Big boy sized, or what?”
“Oh my god, the teats!” gasped Rosa.  “They’re shaped like….”  And she broke off with a nervous giggle.
“Oh, yes, I’m afraid we’ve had a little bit of that,” whispered Jackie.  “With Philip, anyway.  Taken rather a fancy to his little roommate.”
“Really?” said Dana.  “How do you know?”
Jackie dropped her voice even lower.  “Surveillance,” she murmured.  The principal likes to keep an eye on them.  She’s got the videos if you don’t believe me.”
Dana laughed.  “Oh, I believe you, nurse.  He’s up for anything, that one.”
Rosa had pricked up her ears.  “Do you think she’d let us…?”
“Oh, I’ll ask her.  I’m sure she’d be happy to…”

The bottles were nearly ready.  As they watched the preparations, both boys looked alarmed.  Matthew started shaking his head vigorously.
“Nurse…we had loads of milk at lunchtime…I don’t think I can drink any more…”
“Nonsense, Matthew.  We decide when you need feeding.  Unless you want it though your pacifiers, like before.  Besides, you don’t want to disappoint your visitors, surely?  Principal Mary would not be pleased.  And why aren’t you suc-king your dummies like you were taught this morning?  I don’t know…”
So in went the dummies, but soon they had to come out, as the ladies took it in turns to feed them.  Rosa seemed to enjoy it particularly, making little suc-king shapes with her own mouth, like mothers do, as she watched Philip pulling at the teat.  Matthew was resisting the teat, so Jess, who was the first to feed him, expelled few drops of milk onto his lips to lubricate them, and then suddenly thrust it in and gave the bottle a good squeeze.  Poor Philip almost choked, but she kept it firmly in place, so he had no choice but to swallow, and soon he was feeding submissively.
“Good baby, good boy,” soothed Jess, quietly.  “Do you like that?  Do you miss your friend Philip, then?”
Matthew showed no immediate sign of having heard her question; yet his brow puckered, and he at once began to pull more eagerly at the teat, biting it and suc-king it in as far as it would go.”
“Goodness,” murmured Jess, “I think you do…”

Of course, the whole thing had been planned earlier, to make sure the ladies would have a chance to change the babies before the afternoon was out.  After the feeding, Nurse Jackie left, and they played with the boys for an hour or so, and made them play with their dolls, just like at Dana’s house.  They found they could talk quietly to each other without the boys having the slightest idea of what was being said.
“I hope we get to see those videos,” murmured Rosa.  “It sounds so sweet…”
“I’m sure we will,” returned Dana.  “Mary’s a good sport.  Maybe we’ll get copies.  Do you think?”
“Hope so,” said Toni.  “Wonder what’s Philip’s roommate is like?  Do you think Matthew knows he’s being cheated on?”
“Dunno,” said Dana.  “Maybe we should show him?  What do you think, Jill?”
“We should.  He should know what’s going on while his back is turned.  At least he should have the chance of getting in on the act.”
“Oh, now that’s naughty, Jill!” laughed Jess.  “But it would certainly be worth seeing!”
Dana was thinking.  “You know, girls, much as I like seeing them dressed up as babies, I can’t help thinking they’d be happier in some lovely silky, sexy girls’ clothes.  They have such pretty feminine faces – particularly Philip, if you don’t mind me saying so, Jill – I feel they’re a little bit wasted here.  What was the name of that friend of Mary’s?  The one who runs the girl training place?  Yes, I think it was your namesake, Jess.  Jessica, if I remember rightly what I was told.”
“Fine by me, Dana,” said Jill.  “That was what I originally wanted to happen.  Matthew was always such a boy…  I longed for him to become more like Philip.”
“Well at Jessica’s I think they can do the whole thing…hormone treatment and all…”
“Gosh, that would be so amazing…”
The women lapsed into silence, turning the idea over in their minds.  But they continued to play with the boys, and to give them kisses, cuddles and tickles.  It was during a particularly vigorous tickling session that Matthew began to whine that he needed the toilet.  At once all the women sat up and took notice.  All of them - except Rosa of course - had been there before.
“Remember the park?” whispered Toni.  “I think history may be about to repeat itself!”

[Sandra B]

Chapter 130.  The Fearsome Four.

Poor Matthew.  He twisted himself out of their grasp, and tried to hide in a corner of the room.  But they weren’t going to let their prey escape so easily.  They chased him around, being careful not to catch him, merely amusing themselves with his growing distress.  He danced and skipped about, holding himself in an attempt to delay the inevitable, emitting little coughing sobs, and pleading with his tormentors.
“Mummy!  Stop them.  I don’t wanna wee myself!   Mummy!”
“Wow.  He really has regressed, hasn’t he?” remarked Jess.  “The baby training is obviously working.”
“Darling,” said Jill, catching hold of one wrist and playfully tickling his tummy, “darling, don’t be shy just because my friends are here.  Baby can do a big big wee in his special new pull-up.  Mummy won’t mind.  That what it’s for.  Then Mummy will change her big baby boy, and make him all warm and cosy and comfy again.”
“No, don’t want to,” he wailed, “Baby Matty don’t want wet nappy, all squidgy and horrid!”  He began to sob, square-mouthed.  “Don’t want to be changed in front of Mummy’s friends, and the new lady.”
By now he was squirming desperately, clutching his crotch and pleading and going red in the face.  It was impossible to keep a straight face.  The women held back now, knowing it was only a matter of time, and waited for the crisis. 
“Don’t look at me!” screamed Matthew.  But the only response was a burst of laughter.  It was the last straw.  With a great sob, he capitulated, and as the warm wee flooded his pull-up he stamped his foot again and again in sheer frustration.  “Don’t watch me!” he screamed.  But the ladies found the spectacle far too cute, far too entertaining, to miss a second.  Jess and Toni already had their phones out, recording the moment for posterity.
Unsurprisingly, considering the amount he had drunk, it was a long one.  When he had finally finished, and his bloomers had been filled out by the expanding pull-up, he stood in the corner, quietly sobbing, and allowed his mother to cuddle and comfort him.  The others immediately turned their attention to Philip, who had been keeping quiet in the hope of being overlooked.  Some hope!  With Rosa and Toni pinning him down, and Jess and Dana tickling him, the end came quickly, and his screams of protest also dissolved in whimpers of submission.  He lay on his back with one arm thrown across his face.  Dana took him by one mittened hand.
“Good boy, Philip.  That feels better, doesn’t it?  And in a minute you’ll have that wet thing off, and we’ll smooth some lovely cream into your skin, and powder you with scented talc.  Wouldn’t you like that?”

There was no escape.  With these women, there was never a way out.  He had learned by experience that submissiveness was, in the long run, the best policy.  Hence five minutes later the boys found themselves at the mercy of the five women.  Before the changing process began, Dana suggested the boys would be more relaxed with their dummies in, and as Philip made a weak protest at this, and said something about spitting it out, and because changing time was a time for babies to be quiet, it was decided it would be for the best if they were strapped in place, which process was achieved with only a minor struggle.  So the boys lay there looking at each other.  They both looked ridiculous in their little frilled bonnets with the big pacifiers where their mouths should have been.  Moreover, it was impossible, not only to talk, but to exchange any meaningful facial expression. 
The businesslike sound of tight rubber gloves being snapped on was followed by the careful removal of their bloomers and pull-ups.  They found themselves lying face down on adjacent changing mats on the floor, with Rosa wiping them with baby wipes while Jess was at the sink with their inside-out bloomers, carefully sponging them clean.  Their skirts, supported by the stiff layers of crinolines, stood straight up, allowing complete access to everything below their waists.  .

Rosa was clearly enjoying her new motherly role.  She spent a little too long wiping their bottoms, and then ordered them to turn over.  Their response was not immediate; it required the approach of a stern-faced Dana to persuade them compliance was advisable.  Matthew turned bright red, his colour accentuated by the contrast will the bright yellow of his bonnet.  Rosa pretended not to notice.
“Open your legs, please, baby.  Thank you. Dear me, what a wriggly boy.  Keep still, I don’t want to miss anything.”
After the humiliation of having their most personal parts wiped by a woman they had only met an hour ago, the boys were required to suffer further by lying on their backs to allow their skin to dry.  Then it was time for the cream, the application of which somehow involved all five women, took much longer than seemed absolutely necessary, was not accomplished without continual outbursts of sniggering and snorting, and was further protracted by a certain difficulty the boys experienced in turning over onto their tummies.  However, when it was complete, they were transferred from their changing mats onto two lovely soft white fluffy rugs, of the sort that used to be used for photographing babies.  They lay there, face down, awaiting the promised dusting of scented talc.
“Oh.  I think we left it in the waiting-room,” said Dana.  “Toni?  Would you mind…?”
“On my way.”
Something had been left in the waiting-room, but it wasn’t only the talc.  Seated in a row, fidgeting and bouncing with excitement, were Kimona, Dorelia, Abigail and Lucy.
“About time, mummy!” cried Abigail, when Toni appeared.  “We’ve been waiting here ages!”
“Well I’m sorry darling, but the boys needed changing.  We could hardly do that in front of you, could we?”
“Why not?” asked Lucy.
“Well, they might be embarrassed, dear.”
“Babies don’t get embarrassed,” remarked Kimona, sagely.
“Well these ones do,” returned Toni, shortly.  “In any case, we’ve saved the dusting for you girls.  That will have to be enough, I’m afraid.”
“Hooray!  Let’s go,” shouted Dorelia.  And they jumped up and made a rush for the door.  Toni shuffled them into some kind of order, and led them down the corridor back to the Guest Room.  They stared and giggled at the other babies they passed on the way, dressed in vests and plastic pants of varying colours.
“They look so silly,” whispered Kimona, gleefully. 
“I think all those stupid big boys should be made to wear plastic pants,” added Abigail, with categorical seriousness.  “That would stop them showing off all the time.”
She understands perfectly, thought Toni.

The boys, staring into their fluffy rugs, their ears muffled by their padded bonnets, didn’t notice the girls’ entry into the room.  They were alerted by a piercing scream from Lucy, loud enough to penetrate a brick wall.  Philip turned his head sideways, and froze with horror.  Matthew vainly tried to cover himself with his mittened hands, emitting little muffled squeaks of despair at the same time.
But they were in, and dancing around Philip and Matthew with whoops and shouts of glee.  The boys pressed themselves desperately into their rugs, and clamped their thighs together as tightly as they could.  Matthew tried to wrap his around him, but it was too narrow.  Their bare buttocks, still slick with baby cream, clenched and trembled, giving rise to even greater outbursts of delight.
“Now, now, girls, calm down, please,” said Rosa.  You have a job to do.  Before we can get the babies back in their pull-ups and dressed, they need their bottoms properly powdered.”
“I’m glad they’ve got their big dummies in, mummy,” said Lucy.  “They can’t be horrible to us, can they?”
Rosa ignored the remark.  “Now, look here girls.  We have two tubs of lovely scented talc, Rose for Philip and Mimosa for Matthew.”
“Oh – the boxes match their outfits,” observed Dorelia.
“Quite.  I don’t know which one smells nicer.”
The girls, distracted for a minute by this interesting question, proceeded to smell one tub after the other, and to argue about their respective merits.
“Girls, girls,” Rosa continued, “now I’m going to give each of you your own powder-puff.  A pink one for you, Kimona, a pink one for Dorelia, a yellow one for Lucy, and another yellow one for Abigail.  Now, slip your hands through the loops on the back…  That’s right.  And now you can apply the talc.  Not too much, mind, and very gently, till the babies botties are nice and dry and  scented.  Take your time, and after that you can help us dress them.”
Kimona and Dorelia knelt one each side of Philip, Abigail and Lucy each side of Matthew, and the most humiliating experience either boy had suffered up to that moment began.  To give them their due, the girls were very serious and professional about their duties, cognisant of the fact they had been entrusted with an important task normally reserved for grown-ups.  In any case, in their ordinary play they treated their dolls as real babies; how much more would they respect the niceties with real live boys?  They dabbed their powder-puffs against the boys trembling buttocks and flanks, from their waists to their thighs, covering them with a fine dusting of talc.
“It smells so nice!” cried Lucy.
“And so will the babies,” added Toni, continuing, like all the women, to film the process.
“Philip?  Turn this way darling, would you?  Come on, I don’t have time for this!”
“Unless you’d like to turn over completely…?” put in Jess.
At that suggestion, Philip immediately complied.
“That’s better.  Now…smile….”
“Can they?” asked Abigail.
“Can they what, dear?” responded Toni.
“Can they turn over, so we can do their tummies?”
The women laughed, and Toni, seeing the boys’ eyes widen with fear, turned the screw by delaying her reply for a few seconds.
“I’m sorry, darling.  No.  That would be…too embarrassing.”
Oh…,” Abigail said, sadly.
“Anyway, I think you’re all finished.  You’ve done a great job, girls.  We’ve got it all on film for you.  You can show your friends how you powdered two real big babies.”
“Can I put it on my Facebook?” asked Lucy excitedly.
“We’ll see.  But for now, let’s get them in their pull-ups.  And their bloomers are dry, aren’t they Jess?”
“They are.”
It wasn’t easy getting the pull-ups back on two boys determined to keep their tummies pressed to the floor, but eventually, with one girl pulling on either side, the operation was complete.  The women put them back in their bloomers, and buckled them up at the back, leaving the girls to tie the ribbons at the legs.
“Ooh, you smell so nice, Philip!” exclaimed Dorelia.
“The Mimosa is beautiful too!” added Abigail.
“They’re both really good – sort of baby-girly,” added Lucy.
The relief the boys felt at being dressed again was somewhat soured by the recollection of their recent ordeal, and the smug, knowing smiles on the faces of the girls.  It was clear they were not going to be allowed to forget the episode for some time - if ever.  Toni was already sending her daughter the video she had recorded.  Anyway, at least they were off the hook for now.  Dana picked up her bag.
“Boys?  Get your wellies on then.  We’ve promised the girls ice-creams, and Mary’s agreed to release you for a few hours.  Shame to waste those lovely outfits indoors!”