Back to Basics

[antonia]

My apologies for a short chapter

Chapter 10
 
He spluttered and choked as the smoke went the wrong way. His aunt had come early.

“You stupid little fool” she snarled at him “why would you waste your money on this disgusting habit? Why would you try and destroy your beautiful body with these filthy toxins?” She snatched the cigarette from his hand and cast it to the floor where she mashed it into the path with her foot. “Give me the box” she commanded “and the lighter”. Adrian did as he was told. “Now come with me” she insisted while dragging him to the barbeque “open the lid and take out the fire lighting fluid from beneath”. He did as he was told, as Sandra put the pack on the grill. “Squirt the lighter fluid on the pack and then set fire to them with the lighter” she barked. “Do you have any more cigarettes in the house?” she asked.

“No” he replied

“If I find out that you have been lying Adrian, you will suffer the consequences” she informed him. Adrian watched as an almost full packet of cigarettes burst into flames. “Now come inside, there is much to be done” she told him.

Adrian went into the house, aware for the first time that his clean nappies were feeling decidedly wet and starting to sag. His aunt smacked his bottom through his robe to hurry him on. “Please bring up those parcels from the front door” she asked him. Adrian picked up one plastic bag that contained what looked like two bales of cotton wrapped in cellophane. The other, much lighter, contained what looked like shower hats in all different colours.

They went in to his room and his aunt mentally noted the tall stack of fluffy terry nappies on the desk by his bed. His mother had been quick to locate those she thought. “Right!” she said “Lie down while I inspect you”, she commanded. Adrian lay on his bed. “First, we must deal with this disgusting smoking habit, and I have a very effective and proven method. Open your mouth”. Adrian looked puzzled, then recoiled in horror as his aunt took an adult-sized pink dummy out of her case. It was in his mouth in a trice and his aunt held it firm with her hand to prevent him from spitting it out.

“You will keep this in, until such time that I tell you to take it out” she informed him. Adrian looked at her wide eyed and startled. “I am going to start you on a programme immediately to break this disgusting and dangerous habit. Your poor mother has enough to cope with without having to worry about you getting lung cancer. So, I am going to give you a little injection to help you relax and then we are going to start your therapy. There is nothing to worry about”, she explained as she filled a syringe and injected it into his arm.

Adrian felt a warmth surge through his body and feeling of utter contentment flood over him. His aunt’s voice was soothing and kind, it asked him to think of a deep pond in which he could relax and sink deeper and deeper into. As he descended, so he would become younger and younger. He remembered the day his mother took away his dummy and he felt sad, but the voice told him he was going to have it back forever and would never have to lose it ever again. He could have a dummy in every colour of the rainbow if he wanted and he was suc-king on a pink one right now. Adrian reassured himself by suc-king enthusiastically on his dummy. Sandra noted with satisfaction that his dummy was rhythmically bobbing in and out with gusto.

There was only one bad thing that would take away his soother and that was a cigarette. If he smoked just one puff of a cigarette then his binky would disappear never to return. Every time he thought that he wanted to smoke he could suc-k on his do-di instead and the serotonin it produced in his brain would make him happy. Cigarettes were horrible, weren’t they? The voice continued to tell him how clever he was to suc-k on his dummy and not smoke cigarettes.

Sandra was a little more than evil at this point and suggested that while he was suc-king on his dummy that he might like to ……..

[Baby Mac]

Wow now its getting tense great job. I am looking forward to the evils of this woman i hope she's sadistic. Could you please make Adrian try and resist the brainwashing she's doing like he's aware of what she's doing and is struggling to hold on to his freewill against her hypnosis throughout the story.

[antonia]

Chapter 11

The therapy session lasted almost an hour, the reinforcing messages being eagerly accepted by Adrian’s befuddled mind and drug-induced hypnotic stupor. Sandra left a backdoor hypnotic portal open, so that any future sessions could be resumed almost immediately and probably without the need for medication. Adrian came round, as Sandra counted backwards from ten, he was nursing his dummy with enthusiasm as he opened his eyes.

“All done!” happily chirped his aunt “now get me the cigarettes you have hidden away” she ordered with a smirk. Adrian was up in a trice and pulled out the drawer from his desk and scrabbled beneath it. He produced an unopened packet that he handled as if they were radioactive.

“Not nithe aunty” he said with difficulty, past the teat of his dummy. He then threw them to the floor and stamped on them. Sandra was both delighted and amazed, that he had been such an easy and willing subject. She was normally quite successful with her technique, but this was a masterpiece, as he was almost suc-king his dummy to destruction.

“Good boy” she praised him “I am really pleased with you and now you will
not die from horrible diseases. You will smell much nicer as well and you will feel much better, won’t you?”

“Yeth” he replied

“Now let’s take out your do-di and put in on the side for later, shall we?” she asked gently

Adrian looked puzzled for a moment and then realised what he had in his mouth. He took hold of the ring and slowly eased it from between his lips, a small rivulet of his saliva followed the teat as he removed it. His look was not one of shock, it was not a look of shame thought Sandra, she felt exalted, his look was one of bitter disappointment and of sorrow.

“Tell you what” she said “let’s get this other matter sorted out now, then you can have it back”.

Sandra peeled off his protective training pants and threw them in his lidded bucket. She undid the blue-headed safety pins and carefully peeled back the soaking nappies. She removed a gadget from her doctor’s case and slowly inserted it into the Foley catheter working it gently. She smiled, the tool had worked and now with careful but slow deliberation she eased the tube until it was free of him.

“You go and have a shower” she told him “Then you can get dressed again”.
Adrian took to the shower as his aunt went in search of some dry pants for him to wear. Through the kitchen window she could see three pairs of terry towelling pants, two pairs of plastic pants, and a white bib flapping in the wind. He had nothing to wear.

She went upstairs and opened up the bags that Adrian had carried in for her. Two dozen extra large night time nappies and a dozen pairs of plastic baby pants in a suitable large size were soon in two piles on the desk by his bed. She took out half a dozen dummies in different colours and put those next to the nappies.

Adrian returned from his shower wrapped in a large towel. He looked distressed. “I cannot stop dripping” he said “I thought you said you had taken that thing out of me”. Sandra was genuinely surprised and not a little concerned.

“Lie down on this towel Adrian” she said “and cover yourself with this one for a moment”. She picked up the catheter and examined it. It was beyond faulty, it was dangerous, she could not think where it could have come from, perhaps it had been a medical sample, but whatever or wherever, it was lethal. The part that was designed to inflate had small spines within it, that were razor sharp. These had been inside him for more than twelve hours and could have cut him badly. She looked at the nappies she had taken off him, how could she have missed the blood. She now looked at the towel he held over him and that too had blood. It was rare for this procedure to cause bleeding but not impossible. The failure to stop the flow was unusual.

“Adrian, this is not unheard of, so don’t worry. I am going to put you on a course of antibiotics and we need to keep you super hydrated to keep away any potential bladder infection. I want you to drink as much water as you can. Luckily, I bought some protection with me just in case I could not remove the catheter today, so I am going to ask you to be brave for me. OK?”

Adrian looked pale and then looked almost longingly at the dummy by his pillow. Sandra saw his look and gave him his dummy which he took immediately. She folded one of the new nappies into a kite shape and slipped it under his bottom. She tugged at the two sides and fastened them with the nappy pins. Finally. she shook open the plastic pants and eased them over his feet and pulled them up his legs. She tucked in the stray parts of fluffy white nappy under the plastic protection and gave him a pat on the front of his pants.

Adrian seemed more than content suc-king on his dummy and seemed more than happy to be back in nappies. It had all been too much for him and he felt his eyes close as Sandra covered him with a blanket. What a bit of luck she thought; I left him with the suggestion that it would be nice to suc-k his dummy while wearing a nappy and the little fellow seems to have accepted it with no problems at all.

[Baby Mac]

Superb i hope you don't mind me requesting things i do not want to come across as annoying but i'm really getting into it. I hope she raises her sadistic meter and humiliate him more and he's aware and is a mental prisoner to her.

[antonia]

Chapter 12

It was a bit awkward when Sophie came home and her sister explained the events that she had dealt with. She was aware of the smoking and was more than happy that it had been dealt with so skilfully. As for the need for Adrian to be back in nappies; well, that was icing on the cake! He was very unlikely to have much authority or credibility in his current situation. This might be the best way to deal with his yobbish attitude and make him more respectful.
 
The two of them went up to see Adrian who sitting on his bed and working on his lap top. He could not use his desk because it had piles of fluffy white nappies and plastic pants stacked all over it. He shut the lid on his computer as the pair walked into his room, clearly, he was not doing his school homework at all. He had been trying to access the internet but had been locked out of virtually everything.
 
The dressing gown he had been wearing had drifted open and his plastic pants were clearly visible between his legs. Furthermore, it was quite obvious that his nappy could be clearly seen through the transparent plastic and its yellow colour showed that he was very wet.

Sandra asked him for his computer and put it carefully on the floor. “I need to examine you Adrian” she told him clinically. Adrian lay back on his bed, opened his gown and exposed his protection.

His mother held up a large towel for his to lie on and he raised his bottom so that it could be slid under him. Sandra pulled off his nappy and plastic pants in one piece and pulled the bundle off and over his feet. She noted that the cloth was yellow and showed no sign of any bleeding. She took the lid from his nappy bucked and dropped the mass into it with a dull thud.

“The bleed seems to have stopped which is very good” Sandra announced “we will complete the antibiotics just to be on the safe side. Now let us see what is happening with you”. She took the end of his pen-is and held it. Adrian was mortified and if his member could have hidden in his body by shrivelling away and getting any smaller, then it did so. It was like a dripping tap. “Can you try and stop the flow”.

“I don’t know if it is leaking or not” said Adrian “it feels normal to me, am I going to get better?” he asked with more than a tinge of worry in his voice.

“The catheter was faulty” said his aunt “you may have some temporary damage that hopefully will clear up in the next week or so. For the time being you will have to stay in nappies, but to save the risk of infection, I think we will have to shave you down there, so that cleaning you up is easier.”

Adrian was mortified as the two women set about shaving him back and front. He had a sudden craving for his dummy as he saw the clean nappy being folded in preparation. Sandra anticipated this reaction and gave it to him. Sophie was amazed and looked at her sister. “Cigarette alternative therapy” she explained. Adrian looked sheepish but was unable to help himself and suc-kled contentedly on his soother.

The nappy was snuggly pinned on to him and a clean pair of baby pants pulled over the top and snuggled in to give good protection. His mother gave him one of his new t-shirts which had another scene of The Flintstones on it.

“I don’t think any of your trousers will fit” said his mother “but I will pop out this afternoon and try to buy you something suitable. Just put your socks and slippers on for now and we will go down for lunch.”

Adrian put on his socks and relished the feel of the soft nappy against him. He suc-ked on his dummy enjoying the security and warmth that he felt wearing a nappy. He slid off his bed and into his slippers and the rustling of his plastic pants was clear for all to hear.

He went into the kitchen; his aunt was laying the table as his mother prepared grated cheese and pickle sandwiches for them all. His aunt emptied a packet of salt and vinegar crisps into a large bowl. A clean white bib was on his place mat.

He sat down. His mother picked up the bib and flapped it open, preparing to tie it around his neck. A sudden wave of anger and realisation rushed over him. “No!” he shouted “No! I am not going to wear any bloody bib. I’m not a baby. This is ridiculous.” His speech was severely impeded by his dummy which made him sound like a toddler having a tantrum.

His mother slapped his head and secured the bib. Adrian tore at it trying to tear it off, but all he achieved was to turn the bow into a tight knot that was going to take a long time to pick open.

“Adrian just look at yourself” said his aunt “there is a line of nappies and plastic pants drying on the line” she said pointing out the window. “You are wearing a wet nappy, suc-king a dummy and have a baby’s bib round your neck. What do you say?”

Adrian was raging inside and managed to find the will-power to spit out his dummy. “It is so unfair” he spluttered “and it is not my fault. You did all this aunty. You made me incontinent, you hypnotised me into suc-king that dummy, it is all your fault. I hate you.”

Sandra said nothing, she left the table, picking his soother up from the floor where it lay as she went past. A few minutes later she returned with a plastic bag full of the various coloured dummies she had bought for him. Adrian was ranting at his mother, still pulling at his bib, which had done well to stay in one piece. Adrian stopped his tirade when he saw all the dummies.

“Right” said Sandra “I am going to cut the teat off each of these dummies and then I am going to throw them away in the dustbin. You can watch me. Ready?” She picked up a pair of kitchen scissors from the block. Adrian was wide-eyed. The scissors moved over the first dummy (the one that a moment ago had been in his mouth) and the blades opened.

“Stop” he shrieked “Stop. You win. I don’t know why, but I need to have it. Please”.

“And we will have no more nonsense now?” asked his aunt.

A subdued Adrian took the dummy and put it by his plate on the table. The atmosphere lifted, all was forgotten and everybody took a sandwich. The family treat of putting a layer of crisps on top of the cheese and then biting into the sandwich with a crunch was enjoyed by all. On Adrian’s first bite, a cascade of grated cheese coated in Branston pickle fell out of the sandwich and onto his clean white bib. He was beyond caring, he felt his life had taken a dramatic turn for the worse and he had gone from being the dominant alpha male to a bossed about baby in such a short time.

“We need to talk about school.” Announced his mother

[Baby Mac]

Love it and it looks like he's going to be home schooled. :)

[PervScenes11]

I have been enjoying this a lot. I love the way he's been made to be dependent on his pacifier and the way the women have a long game that he's so ignorant of (and already so trapped in).