Chapter 16
Sorry for the long break but life has been very difficult this year. Hopefully, I can get back into the mood for writing.
Adrian sat in his new high chair (or learning chair as Mrs Grimshaw called it) with the straps firmly attached. He looked at his new governess hoping to be released in order that he could get down and pick up a drink and a biscuit for his elevenses.
Nanny Gloria came across from the kitchen sink clutching a sippy cup full of orange juice and another of his new bibs.
“No Nanny!” he exclaimed spluttering through his dummy “I want to use a glass please.”
“Mrs Grimshaw doesn’t want her desk ruined by spillages Adrian and has insisted that you have a safety cup. Now be a big boy and behave please.” She put the pink cup with the deep red lid with a silicone nipple on the tray in front of him. It had two long handles on either side of the beaker making it easy to grip. “You should use both hands to be on the safe side” she commanded as she flapped open the white terry towelling bib and tied it neatly with a large bow behind his neck.
“I don’t need a bib” shouted Adrian his dummy causing him to splutter and drool. “I’m a grown up.” He explained pathetically, as Mrs Grimshaw, Nanny, his mother Sophie and Sandra all in concert turned to look out into the garden at the line of fluffy white nappies, bibs and plastic pants fluttering in the wind. His little tirade finished his dummy began to bob in and out as he took vengeance on the teat firmly planted in his mouth.
“You’re just going through a bad patch, you will get better soon” explained Gloria kindly making sure his dummy was attached to his binky strap with the model train that was pinned to his shirt. She pulled out his dummy with a plop and a long string of saliva followed it and dripped onto his new bib. She put his cup into his hands and instructed he lifted it to his mouth using both handles.
The juice contained a large dose of diuretics and some Valium to help keep the boy calm. It also had the effect of depriving him of some of his bladder control while at the same time make him care less about the situation he was in.
He suc-ked on the soft nipple and the juice flowed easily from the cup, making a hissing and gurgling sound as the valve in the lid allowed in air to replace the liquid he had drunk. His mother gave him a chocolate digestive biscuit as a treat and he put down the cup and bit into it. It crumbled into four pieces that tumbled from his mouth and onto his bib leaving a trail of chocolate carnage.
Mrs Grimshaw took his learning bonnet out of the box, wiped his face with the end of his bib and fitted his new headwear. She put the microphone assembly on and gently adjusted the volume. “Can you hear me alright Adrian?” she spoke gently
Adrian nodded that he could. The lesson started, it was mathematics and Adrian was well behind in his comprehension of large areas of this topic. Agnes was patient and kind, her teaching was superb and the one-to-one tuition was not wasted on Adrian who was flourishing with all her attention. He suc-ked on his binky diligently throughout his lesson, all the while his nappy became wetter and wetter as little trickles interspersed with small gushes soaked into the waiting thirsty terry nappies.
He picked up his sippy cup and took additional slurps during his lessons.
They had lunch and Adrian fell asleep in his high chair, his do-di threatening to fall out of his mouth as his head slumped forward, but skilfully suc-ked back in at the last minute – so proficient he had become with his suc-kling. They decided to let him take a nap as Gloria and Agnes moved into their bedrooms.
Sophie organised Adrian’s nappies and plastic pants in his dresser, packing his regular underwear into plastic bags to be stored in the loft. Gloria changed him when he woke up after a solid one hour’s sleep in his high chair. He was soaking and his nappies had almost reached their saturation point as had his bib which was quite wet from his drooling round his dummy.
He returned to lessons and completed English and Geography with good attention. Agnes was delighted with is progress and attributed much of his excellent attention to the dummy that focussed his concentration (much like a cigarette or chewing gum would) and his nappies which took away the need from distracting toilet breaks.
All this hard studying had made Adrian a very tired boy and he was quite relieved to have his bonnet removed and to have his dinner sitting at the table. Sandra had come back from her afternoon surgery and the five of them sat round the table to have dinner.
Sandra was looking very pleased with herself
“I made you a tape to help you sleep Adrian” she said “I know you are very upset with me at the moment, so I took all the favourite music off your phone and made it into a music tape to help you sleep and the good news is that it will play through the headphones that Mrs Grimshaw uses with you!”
Agnes clapped her hands, Sophie was smiling and Gloria let out a loud hurray. Adrian looked puzzled.
So Sandra told Gloria that she could have the night off and go and pick up her baby because they had put a cot up in her room and she could sleep there now. She and Sophie would put Adrian to bed.
Everybody left the table and set about cleaning away the dinner things. Adrian was taken upstairs and his mother and aunty ran him a bath. His nappy was very wet and was sagging badly inside his onesie. He had come away so quickly that he had left his dummy downstairs and was feeling very cross that he was missing it quite so badly.
Sophie took off his nappy noting that there was no blood and that the dribbling that had been caused by the catheter seemed to have stopped. He was thoroughly scrubbed from head to toe and his hair washed and dried in Johnson & Johnson baby shampoo. He was laid down on his bed on top of a large towel and pinned into his night time nappies that had been doubled and a soaker made from one of his old Harrington nappies. He could hardly put his knees together, so thick was his protection. Sandra opened a new packet of plastic pants that were very crackly and very voluminous. He lifted up his bottom on request and she fitted his nappies inside the pants making sure there were no pieces poking out to cause a leak.
He was missing his dummy so much that he was suc-king on his lower lip and tempted to suc-k his fingers as he had done as a baby.
A large soft looking garment was unfurled that was a soft brushed cotton onesie in a delicate shade of pink. It had lace ruffles across the bottom, round the legs and arm holes. It had a zip up the back and snaps at the crotch to enable easy nappy changes. The fat puffy plastic pants with the thick terry nappies within seemed to try and escape the nightwear by poking through the gaps between the poppers.
His mother was linking the MP3 player via Bluetooth to the what was now his sleep bonnet. Sophie had opened a packet containing a new dummy and had offered it to Adrian who took it rather too eagerly.
“Listen to me carefully Adrian” said Sandra “I want you to try and relax because you have had a very hard day and it might be difficult for you to sleep. I want you to remember when we had our last session and we went in to the deep lake. You are sinking deeper and deeper and you are feeling sleepier and sleepier…..”
She went on through the stages of deep hypnosis and Adrian was an excellent subject who reached the bottom very quickly. “You love wearing your nappies now, they are so soft and cuddly. Every time you feel your nappy you want to go wee wee and feel it making your nappy nice and warm. You love your nappy very much and when you are wearing your nappy and plastic baby pants it makes you want to suc-k on your lovely do-di so much that it makes you dribble, You feel very nervous when you aren’t wearing your bib, because you need your bib to keep your clothes clean and dry don’t you? Your bib is also nice and soft and you like the way it soaks up all your dribbles and messes.” Adrian nodded dreamily. “Your nappy is so comforting. It takes away all your worries and you can wet your nappy as much as you like. Mummy, Aunty, Nanny and your new governess think you are so lovely and cute in your nappies. They think you are very good and brave to use them to do your wetties. Did you know that you could do your poo poo in your nappy as well? That would be nice wouldn’t it? Just to be able to let your poo come out and fill the back of your nappy. It would feel so warm and soft and you would be so protected and safe in your nappies because that is what they are for. Babies use nappies to go wee wee and poo poo all the time don’t they? They love using their nappies for their toilet because that is why their mummies put them in nappies to protect and care for them. I bet you would love to soil your nappy wouldn’t you.?” Adrian frowned. I bet you could make a really good stinky nappy for mummy and nanny couldn’t you because you are sooo clever? You would be so clever. Imagine a teenager like you filling his nappy like a baby, making a smelly one as a special present for his mummy or his nanny. Next time you feel like doing a poo, go in your nappy and see how much fun it will be. You will have to push and push because it is difficult to go poo in a nappy, but you will love the feeling of squeezing and squeezing until it pushes out into your terries. You might have to bounce up and down in your chair to help it out of your bottom but everybody likes to watch a bouncing baby don’t they?” Adrian smiled a very big smile.
“Now I am going to play you some lovely music, you will love this music because it was what you used to listen to when you were little. When you hear this music you will want your baba, because your baba is what makes you go to sleep and when you make your baba all gone you will want your do-di in all night to suc-k.” Adrian nodded.
“When you were little you used to have a special blankie to cuddle and hold against your face. Do you remember?” Adrian smiled behind his dummy. “Can you remember what it was? It was a great big fluffy nappy straight off the washing line with a sprinkling of baby powder to make it smell just like a baby. You loved it didn’t you. You hung on to it until you were nearly six years old, then Mummy took it away.” Adrian was tearing up and looking upset, his dummy was being worked frantically. Sophie appeared as if by magic and sprinkled a lot of baby powder onto the nappy that she had just finished tumble drying from the washing that previously had been drying on the line in the garden. She put it in Adrian’s hand and he immediately clutched it to his cheek, caressing it against the side of his head making little mewling sounds.
Sandra brought him out of his trance. Adrian looked at peace inhaling the babyish aroma of his cuddle nappy. Sophie sat beside him on his bed and then produced his bottle, she took him in the crook of her arm and presented Adrian with his night time baba. Just a touch of the teat on the side of his cheek had him turn his head to take the nipple deeply into his mouth and start suc-king deeply on his night feed.
As he was finishing up his bottle, his mother wiped his face with his new bib and inserted his pink dummy. The bonnet was fitted and the music started. Adrian made some inarticulate sounds and rubbed the clean nappy against his face, breathing in the baby floral fragrance.
Hidden behind the nursery rhymes that he used to know so very well he heard subliminal messages. “You love going wee wee in your nappy. You want to suc-k on your dum-dum all the time it is sooo yummy. Your nappy makes you feel so soft and safe you want to wear one all the time. Mummy loves you so much but she loves you even more when you go in your nappy like a little baby. Go wee wee in your nappy baby. You want to do a poo, you want to make a stinky nappy for nanny don’t you? What a good baby you are in your nappies. You love being back in nappies cuddling your blankie nappy. You love wearing a wet and smelly nappy so much that you feel sad when it is changed because you like feeling like a real baby in a dirty, soggy nappy.
As they pulled the babyish quilt up over the sleeping boy lying on his back with his legs akimbo held apart by the thick layers of padding, they saw his towelling nappies begin to yellow through the front of his clear plastic pants as he began the first of many wettings during his night sleep. His dummy bobbed back and forth as he dropped into a deep sleep aided in no small part by the additives to his bottle.
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