Chapter 4
Archie was terrified, Jenny was as mad as a nest of hornets. She opened a door and pushed him into what looked like an operating theatre. He was so terrified that he wet himself and overwhelmed his terry training pants.
Two orderlies appeared and he was strapped down on to the operating table. Jenny pulled off his wet trainers and shorts. He lay there naked from the waist down feeling very vulnerable and scared.
A man in a green gown and mask came into the room with a theatre nurse who proceeded to help him put on a pair of surgical gloves. Another person came in behind his head but he could not see him, but he heard equipment being adjusted and set up, a slight hissing sound and then a rubber mask was clamped over his nose and mouth. He went very floppy, he could not move a muscle but he could still hear every word being spoken.
“Right then” said the surgeon “you want this one fully incontinent?”
Jenny explained that it was the only way to gain back control of the errant boy.
“A good spanking might be easier” suggested the surgeon
“We don’t believe in corporal punishment” said Jenny “I also want you to fit this proximity sensor so that we not only know where he is, but can also give him a neurological jolt as a reminder for if he strays.”
The gas mixture was changed and that was the last that Archie could remember. The surgeon modified and surgically weakened muscles and compromised neural pathways with powerful lasers to take controls away from his brain. His bladder started to leak almost instantly and he fitted a foley catheter to prevent infection by draining away his urine. A tube inserted in his rear assured that he would be unable to hold back anything that needed to be passed once the lacerated muscles had developed comprehensive scar tissue.
Archie was kept in a recovery room for almost a month on pain killers and strong sedatives. Jenny and her team kept him scrupulously clean, changing his nappies and making sure he received his bottle feeds at regular intervals. Cruelty was never part of the creed followed by the Institute, and during the entire month he was visited by a psychologist and hypnotist. At the end of the four weeks throughout the drug enforced haze, he was completely at ease with his situation, indeed he felt happiness and joy every time he wet or soiled his nappy like a baby. The scars had healed, the wounds had vitrified and he leaked like a sieve from both ends.
He was returned to be with his three chums. They were delighted to see him and made no comment about his nappied condition because they had elected weeks ago to wear theirs full time because it was easier for everybody. They no longer needed to be drugged in order to wet during the night because they had reverted to being natural bedwetters. Danny, was the weakest of the three and it was suspected that he had started wetting himself during the day without knowing it was happening. He increasingly showed surprise when his nanny Denise told him off for not telling her he was wet.
Archie told them about his operations and how he would now have to be in nappies for the rest of his life because he used his nappies just like any little baby. Being back in nappies wasn’t so bad he told them. It was something else that he didn’t have to worry about because nanny always looked after him.
Charlie looked at him nervously “You do know that you are dressed as a baby girl don’t you?” he stuttered.
Archie looked at himself in the big mirror. A beautiful baby girl dressed in a pink fluffy part dress adorned with a hundred red hearts and layers of white lace stared back at him. He was wearing pink tights that accentuated the huge bulge of his night time nappies. On top of the tights a frilly pair of pink rhumba panties with four layers of broiderie anglaise lacework. The dress came to the middle of his bottom ensuring that all his nappied finery was on display. His dummy bobbed in and out more quickly, as the realisation of his situation began to sink in. The harder he suc-ked the more he dribbled, the wetter the large white terry bib edged in pink lace about his neck became. He took a wobbly step and saw that his nappy was so thick that it made him stand bow-legged. He faltered and then seemed to lose his footing and fell with a plonk onto his massively padded behind. He felt nothing of the impact.
He had been brain-washed to accept his new look, in the same way he had been made to be content with his incontinence.
Chapter 5
Life went on and after six months the four boys were equally dependent on their nappies and no longer had any control. They were as they were at age six months quite happy to walk around in wet or dirty nappies until they were changed. None of them had enjoyed any sexual relief after the conspiracy to escape and had been kept permanently in their CB3000S chastity devices. These were worn 24/7 and they no longer realised they were there. Their minds had decided that the pain of erections was not worth the effort and so ceased to react to any sexual stimulus.
The result of this inactivity and the administration of female hormones had meant that instead of growing as they grew older, their little sissy sticks had shrunk. Indeed, so small had they become that their current chastity device was barely functional and they were always slipping out of them. It was decided that they would be switched over to the stainless steel device that in place of the restrictive pen-is sheath cylinder had a small cup with an urethral tube insert that was slipped into their sissy stick. The next morning the nannies unlocked the padlocks, removed the tubes, took off the spacers, removed the two links that completed the collars behind their scrotum and wiggled off the rest of the collars. Four little stubby crayons no bigger than a toddler’s were revealed.
A stainless steel ring was worked behind their scrotums, pulling their plums through the hoop. The cup with the urethral tube was lined up and with lots of lubricant the tube was threaded into their pee holes. All the sissies cried as the tubes went deeper and deeper inside them. Finally the lugs on the little cup was lined up with those on the ring and a locking pin fitted to seal the two pieces together.
Jenny stood back to look at Archie and was pleased at how neat it looked compared to his old pen-is tube. Now it was like a little silver button and there was no sign of his useless piddle rod, just a domed stainless steel thimble to keep him chaste. Almost immediately wee wee started to flow from the central hole in the cup.
Everything was working perfectly!
Archie sobbed softly. It was the first time he had seen his old friend in half a year and it was obvious that it had shrunk considerably and had one use and one use only - to wet in his nappies like a baby.
The four of them met in the hall and they were all clutching their crutches trying to get comfortable. They had little or no control anyway, but the urethral insert seemed to completely remove what little they may have had.
The next week had them sitting exams and they sat in their high chairs doing a full range of “O” levels in eight subjects. They were never going to realise just how well they all performed because month seven was the second stage of their journey in the castle and they were all going to move up one floor.
The nannies knew exactly what was in store for the four of them.
Archie had already started his journey. Julia Roberts wanted him to be a sissy baby girl totally dependent on his nappies, totally dummy dependent and indistinguishable from a real baby girl apart from his physical size. She had decided to spare him from the radical surgery that would remove his gender, but it had been shrunk away to almost nothing anyway.
His hair was permed and put into tight ringlets and a beautiful woollen bonnet put on. He was always dressed in pink and delicate lacy baby fashions with the largest size of fluffy night time terry nappies covered by pink or babyish nursery print plastic pants. He was well on course to make his one year target position already.
Jenny made sure he had the leading rein attached to his harness as two orderlies packed his things into a big plastic transit crate. Archie suc-ked on his dummy and as usual his shawl (now looking a bit grubby) was clutched to his cheek. Jenny made a note that somehow she was going to wrestle it away from him in order to give it a much needed wash.
“We’re going to our new place now Archie, but don’t worry because Billy, Charlie and Danny will be joining you as well in a week or so.”
“Will the other babies be there nanny?” he asked looking worried as he recalled the vacant looking zombies that he had discovered up there six months ago.
“No darling, because they all went up a floor, and those that didn’t go up have gone home.”
“Am I going to be like them?” asked Archie beginning to cry. The drugs had made him very weak and he cried a lot these days with the large dose of testosterone suppressant and female hormones he was receiving each day. He had to admit that he was turning into a weak little sissy who had lost all his forcefulness and spirit. At the first sign of trouble he cried like a little girl and inevitably wet his nappy and if he was really frightened he would soil his nappy as well. He had barely any control these days, a large meal was enough to push a stool out into his nappy. The only time he had a little control of his back passage was when he was a bit constipated and even that was lost with a bout of coughing when he choked on his baba.
They settled in upstairs and he had his own spacious room again, if anything it was a lot bigger than his old room. In addition to all the other things that had been present in his previous abode there was now a comfy lazy boy in front of a home cinema screen.
Jenny changed him and put him into a comfortable onesie. “You can watch the television” she said “but I want you to drink this special drink for me because you seem to be dehydrated. She gave him his dummy, but it wasn’t like his normal dummy because she could plug a plastic tube into it. A stand was wheeled up to the side of the chair which had a quart bag of a red liquid in it. “Relax silly boy!” she ordered as she pulled a strap across his forehead and fixed his arms and ankles in comfy restraints. “You have to watch this programme really carefully for nanny, okay?”
Archie could not move his head at all and his eyes were pointed squarely at the screen. Jenny carefully fixed another strap to keep his feeding dummy in place and made sure his bib was flat and smooth against his chest. She opened up the small valve on the feeding line and Archie started suc-king. Slowly the bag began to empty as the film began.
The film showed a baby girl being fed by his nanny. “This is your baba baby” said the nanny. “What is it Archie?” Archie nearly choked, the film was talking to him! He was too shocked to respond. “What is it Archie” repeated the nanny.
“Ba ba” spluttered Archie
“Good boy” said the film
It wasn’t really a film, in fact it was a video link to the studio next door, but Archie was too enthralled to think, his brain addled by the psychotropic drugs in his feed. It was desperately boring thought Archie and he really wanted to sleep but he couldn’t because of the stimulants he was drinking. His brain entered a nether world where he was twixt reality and fantasy, neither fully awake nor asleep, a living sleep. The film was teaching him baby talk with words like quack quack, moo cow, doggie woggy, dum dum, baba, and a whole library of babyish words. On and on it went. Another baby came in with another nanny. “Me go poo poo”, “no want bockie Mama”, “me go sleepies”, “num nums, me want num nums”. It went on for hours and hours relentless in its messages.
Archie was encouraged to participate with little quizzes at the end of each segment before the next act came on. Adult words and phrases were rewarded with a bitter taste being introduced into his feeding dummy. All babyish replies were given chocolate treats through his dum dum. After eight hours Archie had had enough, his brain was overloaded, his stomach bloated and his nappies completely filled and saturated. The show ended.
The next day he was back in lessons being blasted with babyish replies to babyish questions. The six months of dummy suc-king had already reduced his conversational skills to almost nothing and he more often grunted or used sign language to make his replies. More often than not, Jenny would answer his questions for him in babyish stanzas. Now it was his turn to learn.
The baby language classes ended and the hypnosis session started. Talking like a grown up would make him feel nauseous but talking in short infantile simple construction would make him feel accomplished and clever. He would be praised and rewarded for his baby talk. The more he forgot the better he would feel.
There was only one sure way to dull his memory and that was to burn out a few circuits in his brain. A lobotomy was a considered option but they decided it was being too cruel, so the compromise was taken to give him ECT or Electro Convulsive Therapy. Late that night they prepped him with sedatives and took him down to the unit. The details are too grim to share in detail, he was shocked for periods considered reckless and in a series of sessions that should have taken days rather than hours. It was late into the night when he was wheeled back in a wheelchair, his eyes were lifeless, his dummy motionless in his mouth as he drooled and slobbered onto his bib. He smelt of vomit and he had soiled himself several times.
Jenny was so upset that she could hardly bear to look at him. They had grown close over the last six months and she had begun to love him as if he were her own baby. As soon as they got back to his room she stripped him, washed him and dressed him.
“Me good” he said eventually “baby wov nanny”. Jenny almost broke down with sadness.
“I love you too baby girl” she said hugging him and kissing his cheeks. He was now smelling of baby powder and in a double layer of night time nappies with new baggy baby pants in a pretty nursery print to protect him. She gave him his dummy and she was relieved to see that he had taken to suc-king on it properly.
Archie seemed anxious and was looking around in an agitated state. “Woo woo!” he shouted “woo woo nanny”. Jenny looked puzzled, what the hell was a woo woo? It suddenly dawned on her; this was his name for his shawl from when he had been a baby. He was remembering his old baby language. She picked up the soft shawl that she had had laundered and gently tumble dried and was in a sterile plastic bag from the laundry. She took it out the bag and the look on Archie’s face was of pure bliss. “Go bye byes nanny”, again this was not taught, he had been encouraged to go night nights.
He lay down in his cot and Jenny decided to dispense with his harness but simply raised the bars to keep him safe. Archie was exhausted and with a large part of his brain scrambled this was not surprising.
The next day Jenny was woken up to the sound of babbling “bub bub bab bab goo ga goo bab mum mum”. It was a baby that was practicing the phonetics of language. His coordination was poor but he managed to pick up his supersized rattle and with jerky movements was managing to shake it. He had managed to work his way down to the coloured plastic balls strung across his cot and was trying to bat them with his rattle. If it were not for his size you would have been forgiven for thinking that you were looking at a beautiful baby girl playing in her cot.
Archie was not that interested in eating but wanted to drink and kept shouting out for his baba. Jenny heated up his bottle and for the first time sat in his cot and held him to her breast in the crook of her arm. She touched the nipple to his cheek and he turned his head to take the teat in his mouth. He looked at her with pure love as his cheeks worked on his bottle. She hugged him close wrapping him in his shawl and snuggling up to him. A small tear formed in the corner of his eye as a small part of him realised that in some way he was broken. A tear fell from the wet eyes of Jenny and fell on his face.
Jenny changed Archie who had thoroughly used his nappies and took him to the bathroom to give him a lovely long bath. There were toilets on this floor but he would have no use for them. Archie, who previously was perfectly capable of walking or more precisely waddling, now found this almost impossible and instead sunk to his knees and decided to crawl. There was no plausible reason for this, unless of course he had suffered some sort of breakdown.
Mrs Roberts was originally coming to see Archie on month twelve, but on hearing about Archie’s progress she had decided to come on the start of month eight. The other boys were really shocked to see how Archie had slid back into babyhood but pleased that he was going to see his mother. Archie had not a clue as to what was going on, he was too busy chewing on the paw of a plastic cat.
The other boys were kept in their rooms as Mrs Roberts came to visit. Archie was dressed in a pale lemon dress with matching pantaloons dripping in lace that showed off his plump nappied condition to perfection. He was wearing a brand new terry bib edged in a yellow binding and had a cartoon canary Tweetie Pie at its centre and the words “Aren’t I Tweet” across its width in bright letters. As a special treat Jenny had managed to find a bright yellow dummy to complete his ensemble. On his feet were pale lemon booties, since he no longer walked anywhere which had lemon ribbon to tie them on. A soft woollen bonnet in pale lemon decorated with little lemon rabbits, lemon ribbons and even a trimming of faux white fur along the edges kept his head warm. His blond newly bleached and permed hair peeked out from beneath.
Jenny tried to explain what was happening but nothing seemed to get through to him anymore. “Your mummy is coming today Archie, yes your mummy” she said with as much excitement as she could muster, although inside she felt nothing but distress.
Archie looked a bit vacant and went “mum mum mum mmmm mum” and it was far from certain he had a clue or cared a fig about what was going on. His dummy fell out his mouth and dangled on the yellow ribbon pinned onto his bib, as he picked up a plastic rabbit and nibbled on its ear.
His mother arrived! Archie looked up with little or no interest. He moved onto suc-king the other ear on the rabbit, drool falling from the rabbit as he did so. “Hello darling, Mummy’s here” she gushed sweeping into the room and going to Archie who was sat on a large mat in the centre of the room.
Archie’s lips began to quiver and it was clearly obvious that he was going to cry. He looked beseechingly at Jenny “Nanny, me want nanny” he wailed holding up his arms in her direction and looking past his mother.
Julia put her arms round Archie who went from crying to screaming in a high pitched wail, desperately trying to escape and wriggling every which way to evade her grip. He wet his nappy in terror and followed through with a thorough soiling. “Nanny” he cried “me want nanny”. His flailing arms caught Julia a glancing blow to her head, she retaliated and dragging him over her lap started to slap the top of his thigh with rapid slaps, soon making his leg a sea of red marks.
“Mrs Roberts stop” shouted Jenny, “we do not allow any violence or corporal punishment here”. She tried to disengage Archie from his mother and sit him straight. The two were parted. “He doesn’t recognise you Julia. You have been away for over six months and at your instruction he has been reconditioned to have the mind of a young baby, less than a toddler in intellect.”
“I’m sorry Jenny, but I just wanted to hug and cuddle him again just like I did when he was little. I guess I need to get to know him again and he needs to learn about me again? My word! What is that awful smell? Is that you Archie? Don’t tell me you actually use your nappies? No you just had an accident didn’t you? It must have been a shock seeing me!”
“Julia, he gets through eight or more nappy changes a day and at least two of those changes are not just wet but stinky as well. Babies wear nappies and Archie is a beautiful fully functioning baby sissy girl who wets, poops and dribbles just as you would expect. Archie has made full use of his nappies.”
“Why doesn’t he ask to be changed?”
“He doesn’t know he has wet and soiled himself, young babies don’t. He will happily sit in his own poo, play with his toys and wet his nappy until it leaks. Our job is to make sure he doesn’t sit in it for any longer than he needs. So let’s change him.”
Julia looked worried as Jenny took her into the bedroom leading Archie with a rein attached to her wrist. She put Archie on his changing mat and handed Julia a clean fluffy nappy and a clean pair of plastic pants. She showed her where his nappy bucket was and gave her wipes and new nappy pins. Deliberately, she left the room. Julia had wanted her son to be like this, now she should enjoy the fruits of her expensive and destructive plan.
“Make sure he has his do-di plugged in or there will be hell to pay” she helpfully suggested as she left the room.
“Jenny, I say Jenny…..” shouted Julia but Jenny had gone to the loo. She wanted to have a quiet cry on her own. She felt so desperately sorry for Archie and the part she had played in his downfall.
Julia was almost gagging by the time she had unwrapped her son and removed his plastic pants. The nappy was saturated in his wee and it was fortunate that his poo was not a runny one and well contained by his linen liner. In fairness to Julia she did a thorough and careful job making sure that he was thoroughly cleaned and protected. She marvelled at the quality and softness of his nappy as she folded it. She was impressed at how Archie moved in all the right direction without command as she fitted and pinned him into his new nappy. She used a ton of powder and covered everybody and everything in huge quantities of the fragrant talc-um. She powdered his new pants as well to reduce any chafing. The greatest joy was that Archie allowed her to do her work without causing her any grief and she could feel a bond beginning between them. She tweaked the ring on his binky and he responded with a chortle. She encouraged him to sit up and wrapped her arms around him to get him into a sitting position, her heart almost burst when he hugged her back and said “Mama”
[Concluded for the time being]
Not sure anybody is enjoying this story, so going to take a break.
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