The Trouble with Dribbles

[sissyboy1212]

Poor little Doug is getting the full baby treatment he deserves! Nice story!

BTW as a Star Trek fan, I love the wordplay in your title :)

[antonia]

Chapter 5

Doug was so completely humiliated that he didn’t think he could feel any smaller as Nanny tucked him up in his bed. She searched the pocket in the front of her apron and pulled out the pink dummy he had been suc-king previously. He did not put up any resistance as she rubbed it across his lips and he took the soft silicon teat into his mouth. He did not resist when she told him to sit up a little while she tied a bib around his neck in order to catch the dribbles caused by his binky suc-king.

She bent down and kissed his forehead, then dropped the blind and drew the curtains to leave his bedroom in total darkness. A glance at his bedside clock told him it was only five o’clock in the afternoon. Nanny reached in to her apron once more and found a baby bottle filled with Ribena blackcurrant juice.  “In case you get thirsty” she explained “you are going to be in bed a long time. No getting up during the night, no using the toilet because you are wearing thick nappies, no reading. You must go straight to sleep”.

He suc-ked pensively on his dummy, it tasted a little bitter, he was going to explain that he didn’t feel tired but the more he suc-ked, the more tired he seemed to feel. He slumped back into his pillow. The last thing he remembered was how his bed crinkled and he realised Nanny had protected his mattress with a plastic sheet.

An hour or so later his bladder released and a warmth spread across his thick nappies, while his plastic pants kept everything safely contained and his bed dry. His dummy bobbed in and out as he slept deeply and soundly.

The next morning he was awoken to the sound of a commotion.

“You will not pander to the whims of that boy Nanny. His is a lazy, slovenly urchin who needs to be taught a lesson. You will carry our his punishment as I ordered yesterday. He will stay in nappies, drink from a bottle, suc-k a dummy and crawl everywhere like a little baby until teatime. After that I will review the situation. He must certainly practice the exercises I gave you for him, otherwise he may never be fully continent.”

“But it is so cruel” pleaded Nanny who felt that her punishment far exceeded the crime. Doug had tried his damnedest to control himself, it wasn’t really his fault that she had taken so long to hang out his stepsister’s nappies, plastic pants and bibs. The shame he had endured in front of his family had been punishment enough and the final humiliation of washing out his filthy training pants had been a really unpleasant task. “Let me get him up and put his back in his training pants Mrs. Reynolds and I will make sure he goes back to his exercises. Don’t you think that having to use a pink potty is a big punishment in its own right?”

“Are you questioning me Nanny?” exploded Kate

“Yes, I most certainly am” retorted Nanny “you are a monster.”

“And you Nanny, are fired. Pack up your things and go. I want you packed up and gone in the hour. I will pay you three months severance and I will give you a splendid reference, but I will not be contradicted in my own house. Never.” shouted Kate with spittle flying with her venomous anger. “And don’t think for one minute that you are going to see Doug again, because I am going to take over his care for the next month or so. I think he would find a goodbye to be very distressing, so I am going to ask you to leave quickly and quietly.”

Nanny wiped a silent tear from the corner of her eye, went to her room and packed up her few belongings in to two very large cases. Charlotte stood in her cot wearing a very wet nappy and could not understand why her nanny was not changing her and giving her a cuddle. Nanny could hardly bare to look at her. There was a knock on her door. Bill the gardener and handyman had come up to help her to carry her luggage down to her small car.

In a moment she had gone.

Doug was lying in his bed, his eyes watering with sadness, his nappy soaking wet and on the verge of leaking, his dummy providing him with the comfort he so badly needed at this time. He heard a car driving away from the house, the tyres scrunching on the gravel as it made its way to the gates that protected the property.

His stepmother called the twins. He struggled to hear what was being said. “You are both fifteen years old and I need you to be more proactive in this family. So, from now on, the two of you are going to look after your sister while I look after your stepbrother Doug. I shall of course be looking for a new nanny, but until then I need you to pull your weight. Okay? I appreciate this is a big ask, but I will raise your weekly allowance to make it worth your while.”

He heard feet coming up the stairs, the knot in his stomach grew even tighter, his bladder spurted additional pee into his already saturated nappy. The door opened and from the darkness of his room he could see the striking silhouette of his stepmother framing the doorway. The curtains were opened, the blind was raised and light streamed into his small room making Doug blink with the suddenness of it all. What a sight he presented, his bib not only wet from his drooling, but also stained pink with the dribbles that had escaped his bottle of Ribena that he had fumbled with at some time during the night, when it was too dark to see what he was doing.

 â€śGood morning baby Dougie” she cooed sarcastically “how is my little one today? Have you soaked your nappy like the little infant you pretend to be?”

“I had to go in my nappy” he bleated “you’re the one who made Nanny put me back in nappies.” His dummy still firmly embedded in his mouth and threatening to be ejected with his forceful remarks.

“You seem to love your do-do Dougie, look at you trying to talk like a big boy while still suc-king on you dummy!” Kate was about to continue her tirade when the sound of the doorbell stopped he in mid flow. She looked out of his window and almost seemed to be gleeful. “That is the delivery I ordered from the hospital” she explained, hastily making her way to the stair “I’ll get it, you girls look after Charlotte.”

Doug heard a brief dialogue on the doorstep, then Bill being summoned and two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. A large parcel wrapped in brown paper and tied with string was placed on the small desk that supported his computer. Bill left with a nod to Kate and she opened the parcel.

“Look what I managed to get for you baby! We stopped using terry nappies in the geriatric ward and moved to disposables. These are adult sized nappies, I don’t want you soiling and messing up Charlotte’s lovely fluffy white nappies. These are a bit stained and some of them are not that soft any more but then this is your punishment today.” she explained. “Ah, wonderful! They found the plastic pants I asked for.” She pulled out six pairs of yellowing pants, that were clearly well used, some of which had signs of previous staining from severely double incontinent patients. As she handled them the crackling was intense. The elastic around the legs and was was yellowed and discoloured.

She pulled back his duvet and was pleased to see that his bed and nightie were still dry but clearly surprised at how drenched he had made his nappy. She stripped off his nappy and the enclosing nappy pants in one swift move as he raised his bottom from the sheet. He lay there naked as she folded one of the new nappies into a kite shape and then folded another into a rectangle that she placed in the middle for additional protection. The nappies were far from pristine and there were ominous stains on both of them. She slipped the bundle under Doug and pulled the the front corner through his legs and pulled the substantials sides across to the middle. He was swamped in nappy and the overlap was huge. Kate struggled to push the nappy pin through all the thickness of the diaper.

“I need to be cleaned first” moaned Doug as the pin was snapped shut.

“No, I am not going to clean you because I want you to smell like a pissy little baby and I am going to fit these plastic pants over you so that everybody will think that these are your pants and nappies and that you have caused all the staining by you doing poohs in them. I also want you to develop a good case of nappy rash so that when you crawl you will need to keep your legs wide open to stop them chafing your skin.” She pulled up the noisy crackling pants and the grey stained cloth showed through the transparent plastic which had orange staining around the leg holes.

She ordered Doug to get on his knees and crawl to the family bathroom to clean his teeth. The nappies were rough and nothing like the fluffy comfort he experienced wearing Charlotte’s nappies. The twins had carefully cleaned and renappied their sister who looked immaculate and smelt of baby powder and protective creams in her sweet toddler dress. They looked at Doug with his dirty bib, stained old nappy and smelling of stale pee and hospital disinfectant from his second hand protection. They could hear the crackle of his old pants from yards away.

NOTE: Be patient because the next section has not been written yet.

[mikeh1993]

Poor Doug.  I have a feeling it’s only getting worse for him.  I wonder if nanny will attempt to free him.

[antonia]

Chapter 6

After Doug had cleaned his teeth he was taken back to his bedroom where his stepmother had left a sundress that belonged to one of the twins. She told him to put it on and fastened the little buttons at the back. It had puffy short sleeves and was a delicate shade of pink with little white hearts in the print. The dress was trimmed and accented with a row of lace around every border. It looked very similar to the dress that might be worn by a small baby. The good news was that it was brand new because both the twins had refused point blank to wear it for that very reason. The bad news was that there had to be two of these dresses. The hem rested neatly just below the waist and of his plastic pants. Kate told him to face the window and stood behind him, she reached round from the back and tied a bib round his neck. It was one of Charlotte’s oldest bibs and was quite badly stained from many months of use, indeed so old that the bottom had started to fray from being boil washed so many times. Doug was about to protest when he was spun round and his pink dummy (attached to a pink ribbon) was fixed to his bib with a safety pin. She offered it to his lips and he took his dummy without complaint.

“If you behave, then your incontinence enforcement exercises will recommence at 5 o’clock and you will be returned to your training pants. you will be wearing nappies to bed every night until you have successfully completed the programme I have planned for you. If after three months there has been no improvement, then a number of alternatives need to be re-examined. You will either have regressed to total incontinence or you will have made no progress. If you haven’t made any progress then I’m afraid that we might have to make a surgical intervention to seal your fate one way or another.” she said without emotion.

Little did Doug know, but his stepmother’s views on incontinence and subsequent muscle training techniques had been totally debunked as nonsense by her peers in the urological world. Far from being successful, most patients ended up traumatised and found that rather than seeing an improvement, their condition worsened and leaks, accidents and sudden releases became more the norm. The surgical interventions had in the most part left the patients totally incontinent and nappy dependent for the rest of their lives. Little did Kate know at the time, but there were moves to have her investigated, especially as it was widely suspected that she had now started to experiment with hypnosis and other psychological techniques to try and improve the lives of her patients. If that was not enough, she had been looking at a micro-procedure on the brain to isolate the centres for continence control, the first patient had suffered drastic consequences and regressed in ways that she had not anticipated.

Doug sat at the table, Charlotte was in her high chair suc-king on her bottle, a clean pristine bib around her neck with a teddy embroidered into one corner wearing a little red coat. She bounced up and down as she waited for her breakfast to arrive. The two twins were digging in to their cereals and sipping cups of tea. The teapot steamed on the table announcing that it was fresh made. The toaster was loaded with four slices of bread and was expected to deliver any second, Doug’s mouth was watering at the prospect of toast and marmalade or perhaps Marmite applied onto freshly buttered toast, lovely and runny.

Kate came in and fiddled about for a moment. A bottle of milk was thrust into Doug’s hands and his dummy roughly pulled out and the teat of the baby bottle put in his mouth. He suc-ked on the nipple and almost gagged, it was so sweet and sickly that it was almost impossible to swallow. “It is some old baby milk from when Charlotte was a small baby” announced Kate “drink up, then we can feed you your breakfast.” Doug was almost heaving but knew better than to argue.

The dish that arrived next was an indescribable mush of textures and colours. “These are a load of jars of baby food that seemed to have been left behind” explained his stepmother “these things never go off, so you should be alright. Charlotte didn’t like a lot of these flavours, so it is good we have you to finish them off. Waste not want not! That’s the old adage.”

The taste was appalling, spinach, liver, sweet corn, carrots, broccoli, you name it and it seemed to be in the mix; and there was a very large quantity. He hesitated, the look on Kate’s face told him that he should plough on and get the job done. He felt as if he were about to vomit, so vile was the taste. He managed to finish, but started to salivate in the way that announces you are about to throw up. The twins looked on apprehensively as Doug’s face took on a greenish hue. Kate pushed his binkie back in and started to prepare another bottle, measuring out the baby powder with the provided scoop. Doug was salivating so heavily that it was drooling out from behind the face plate of his dummy. He tried suc-king harder but it was to no avail, and that hideous taste of bile regurgitating itself was beginning to make him heave.

Kate delivered the second bottle, unplugged his dummy and reinserted the teat of the feeding bottle. Doug started to heave and decided it was time to make a run for the toilet. Kate told him to sit down and picked up one of the recently delivered nappies that she had brought downstairs in case Doug needed a change. She held it to his head in case he was sick and at the same time removed his bottle. The smell of the nappy with its stale smell of disinfectant and institutional odours was the final trigger and with a groan Doug was as sick as a dog. The old nappy took the full force and captured most of his sickness. The used nappy was replaced with another and held to his mouth. Doug recovered a little only to be presented with the bottle of milk. He drank it to clean his mouth not because he wanted it.

[Baby Mac]

Really incredible now we are seeing his descending path now that the caring nanny is out. I really hope the new Nanny is going to be a large scary bully and bully him into submission. And i am looking forward to the step mothers mind altering ways to regress him, sounds freighting. Lots of love and luck!

[antonia]

Chapter 7

He felt chilly and shivered, Kate took him up to bed. Over the coming hour, Doug developed a very high temperature and continued to be nauseous throwing up in the bucket that contained a dash of Dettol. He drifted in and out of sleep before developing a fever that made him delirious. His temperature soared and Kate was beginning to become worried, maybe the sell by dates were important after all. She seemed to have deliberately poisoned her stepson. By late evening Doug had soiled himself three times and was making good progress using the delivered nappies. He now had a chronic case of nappy rash that was so severe that he might need to go without wearing a nappy for fear of inducing an infection. Kate sat by him throughout the night but Doug was was deteriorating quickly. The lesions in his nappy area had allowed toxins from his eliminations to penetrate his blood stream and he now had a blood infection. Kate knew as a doctor that septicaemia was not a condition that she could treat at home and that Doug would need some really strong antibiotics if he was hoping to pull through.

The ambulance arrived and Doug was rushed to hospital where he was immediately connected to an intravenous drip and in his other arm a constant flow of saline solution to rehydrate his damaged body. The nurses were horrified by the state of the old soiled nappies he was wearing and appalled by the filthy old plastic pants and lack of any barrier creams or skin protection. He was gently cleaned, coated in thick creams and salves, then put into a clean disposable nappy. They were puzzled as to why a young teenager should present to them wearing nappies, a bib and most confusingly a pink dummy was pinned to him. The team were less surprised when they discovered it was a disliked colleague from the urology department that was the carer of this young charge.

Kate was questioned by the head of her department and by the consultant looking after the ICU that day. She tried to explain that Doug was undergoing her continence reinforcement programme but had huge difficulties in explaining the baby’s bib and soother. It was after much cross examination that she had to confess that he was being punished for his babyish behaviour and not being in favour of corporal punishment had opted for the humiliation of treating him like a baby. The hospital’s laboratory had determined that his sickness was probably caused by a rogue bacteria in one of the jars of baby food, but his illness of chronic infection was down to her negligence.

After more than a week, Doug slowly recovered and was allowed to leave hospital. The nurses had cared and looked after him with care and affection. The filthy clothes he came in were discarded and burnt in the hospital incinerator, but he was given the pretty sun dress to take home in an hospital plastic bag. Kate had provided the hospital with a set of his clothes to return home in. She packed his regular underwear but also packed a pair of his training pants (just in case). The hospital decided that the protective underwear was probably necessary as Doug had not managed to remain dry all the time.

Chapter 8

Doug arrived home to find that Nanny had been replaced with a new nanny who wanted to be called Nurse Julie. She was a bit older than the last nanny and seemed to be quite old-fashioned and old school which basically meant she was far more strict. Julie had been fully appraised of Doug’s situation and had taken one look at the old nappies that he had been expected to wear and thrown them out along with the old plastic pants. She had a reputation to maintain and her nappies were gleaming white, pristinely clean and impeccable for any of her young charges.

The twins were released from their duties looking after Charlotte who was already under new the training regime of nurse Julie. Her baby bottles had been cleaned sterilised and dried, along with the numerous teats and were stored away in a plastic crate ready for storage. She was grizzling about being made to drink from a sippy cup, she was also bemoaning the loss of her dummy and the baby blanket she used to carry around with her as a comforter.

Using her considerable resources, Julie had already located and sourced new nappies specifically designed for older children or teens with special needs. There were pull up plastic pants and vinyl pants with poppers for Doug to wear at night until he could be relied on to keep his bed dry. She had also purchased two terry towelling bibs in case there was any problems with his dexterity following his life threatening trip to hospital. She had talked to his nursing staff and understood that he was extremely weak and needed a lot of time to recover his strength, mobility and muscle coordination.

Nurse Julie welcomed Doug with a hug, Kate could hardly look at him as her actions had landed her with a number of uncomfortable interviews that had seriously undermined her position within the urology department. The twins were bemused by all that had happened, they outwardly showed concern for him but in reality he was not a real part of their family. Charlotte was the only person who seemed genuinely glad that he had come home and kept shouting his name repeatedly.

Doug was damp and had had an accident in his training pants in the ride home with Kate. Julie rushed him upstairs and carefully cleaned and dried him, coated him in barrier cream and then decided that for the time being he would be better off back in nappies until he found his feet again. He was so tired from the previous week that he was ready for a nap and Julie put him back to bed in a new pair of Wincyette pyjamas that she had bought for his return. Doug felt so warm and softly pampered that he fell into a deep and contented sleep. The curtains were drawn but the blinds were left up, so that the room was dim but not in blackness.

The twins were not as innocent as they appeared and had been on eBay and bought two very large pink dummies that were adult sized and perfect replicas designed for adult babies. As Doug was sleeping the two of them crept into his room and desperately trying not to giggle played the teat of the dummy across his lips. In his deep sleep he allowed the dummy into his mouth and within seconds was suc-king happily. The twins left quickly, bursting into fits of laughter as they rushed down the landing. They almost collided with the new nurse in their flight and this just increased the strength of their mirth. Julie looked puzzled and shrugged off the event.

It was hours later when Doug woke up, but he was not alone because both Julie and Kate were stood at his bedside. In his mouth was the pink dummy donated secretly by the twins. He opened his eyes, saw the two women and frantically renewed his suc-king. “Where did you get that dummy from?” asked Julie.

[Baby Mac]

Those twins are sure mean pranking him like that. I am looking forward for more and to see how Nurse Julie will nanny him and the hypno and conditioning they the step will use.