Lip Service

[Vicky]

Even as Phillip turned in disgust from the grinning pink bear, his head began to feel woozy.  He absentmindedly slurped as his straining lips shifted position around the slick shaft of the omnipresent binky, sending a few new flecks of saliva onto his bib.  His vision seemed blurry.  Mommy's face loomed over him.  Even through the haze, he could see the smugly satisfied smile on Mommy's crimson lips.  Her milky hand was suddenly inches from his nose, the overhead light reflecting the lacquer on Mommy's long oval nails.  She took the ring of his binky in her fingers and playfully wagged it, causing Phillip's lips to splutter.

"Good night Angel."  The blurry lips gathered into a pucker and Phillip could hear a loud kissing sound.

"Now blow a kiss for Mommy."  Phillip's lips were mashed against the heart shaped plastic guard of his binky.  As his mind sunk further into fog, he remembered how important it was to try to cooperate with Mommy.  He puckered his lips as best he could and kissed the smooth plastic while his mouth gripped the rubber shaft.

Mommy's laughter signaled her approval. "Mommy is going to want a binky kiss every night from now on!"  This last sentence was the last thing  Phillip heard before he drifted into a deep sleep.

[Vicky]

The first thing Phillip was aware of was heat on the backs of his eyelids. First heat, then an inkling of light.  The light was red, and it grew brighter as the heat grew stronger.  Phillip felt like his brain was floating in a vat of thick soup.  Thick hot soup.  Phillip became aware that he was bathed in sweat, and then became aware that he couldn't move a muscle.  Well.  That wasn't exactly true.  It seemed his cheek muscles were moving of their own accord.  suc-k. suc-k. suc-k.  In a perfect lazy rhythm.  Phillip felt a fat drop of sweat trickle down his forehead, onto his ear, until it hung from his earlobe.  The hot red glare intensified until he realized his eyes were closed in a brightly lit room.  He peeled one eye open a filmy crack, and the bright sunlight stabbed through the window of Mommy's room directly into his face.  The curtains had been opened wide, and all the lights were on in the room as well.  It took Phillip's eyes a long time to adjust to the bright glare.  All the while he could feel his jaw muscles drawing the binky deeper into his mouth and then pushing it forward again, over and over.  They were still the only muscles that were working in his body and he could only push himself to suc-k harder, in an effort to shake himself out of his torpor.  His lips began to make loud smacking and spluttering sounds as he suc-kled his binky more vigorously.  He struggled to even find his toes or his fingers.  Finally he emerged into consciousness.  He was laying face up in Mommy's bed, the satin quilt and sheets pulled up tightly under his chin.  He glanced to the side and saw that Pinky Bear was laying face up, also tucked up to his chin, right beside him.  He was in the pink woolly footy pajama that Mommy had put him in, and his hands were deep inside their fat pink vinyl spheres.  The combination of the mittens, pajama feet and the tightly tucked bedding had caused his arms and legs to fall asleep.  He desperately tried to move.  And of course he was thickly diapered in waterproof plastic panties.  When he remembered this, he felt a heavy soddeness clinging moistly to his hips and groin.  No.  He couldn't have.  Not again.

The bedroom door abruptly opened and Phillip heard the click of heels against the floorboards.

"Well! Did Mommy's sleepyhead finally wake up?"  Phillip's Mommy came and sat on the edge of the bed.  She waggled the ring of his binky.

"Mommy thought her little Angel couldn't wait for brekky num-nums!"  She laughed gaily.  Mommy was dressed in an elegant

tailored suit, with a silk blouse, seamed stockings, and sling-back heels.  Her hair and make-up were done and she held her hand out to admire her own nails, to which she seemed to have applied a fresh coat of varnish.  Phillip got the impression that she had been up for hours.  The grumbles began again in earnest from Phillip's tummy.  He was more famished than ever.

Phillip tried to violently shake himself, and finally managed to wiggle his extremities a bit.

His mother observed his struggles with amusement, and laughed.  She then took hold of the covers and yanked them free.  Reaching over, she placed her hand directly on the crotch of Phillip's bulging pajamas.  Phillip squealed with embarassment, spraying saliva on his thoroughly drenched bib.  Phillip looked down in horror as Mommy's thumb curled around the front of his crotch and her four fingers dug into the diapered crack of his bum.  The pink plastic panties crinkled noisily and Phillip could feel the thoroughly soaked diapers press deeper into his bumcrack and press more heavily against his pen-is which was stiffening from the pressure of Mommy's thumb.  Phillip's cheeks flushed crimson as he watch the light reflect off of Mommy's gleaming thumbnail.  

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk!"  Mommy was shaking her head with exasperation.  "Soaked though!!!  It's a good thing Mommy had the sense to diaper you last night!  I can't wait to thank Dr. Davenport for supplying me with diapers!! Here I thought she was being overly cautious!"

Phillip felt sweaty and flushed in his pajama prison.  He began pounding the mattress with the balls on his hands and kicking his pajamed feet.  He was aware that his lips were chapped from a long night and morning to being mashed against the plastic binky guard and his constant suc-king.  It dawned on him that Mommy had left his binky in the entire time.  Even as these thoughts cleared a bit more of the fuzz from his head, he took no notice of the fact that he continued to nurse the binky like a seasoned infant.  

"Now, now!! No temper tantrums!!! You've only yourself to blame.  Mommy didn't wet herself, Baby Phillip did!!!  Mommy renewed her grip on his crotch and squeezed even harder.  "Little Miss Peepants!" Phillip moaned with frustration even as his newly hairless pen-is pushed even more stiffly into the sodden diaper.  Phillip watched Mommy's manicured thumb close like sharp pincers on his bulging crotch, and he was horrified that Mommy might feel his shame and it struggled against the thick wet diapers, crinkling plastic, and the heavy pink wool of the pajamas.



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[Vicky]

Mommy released Phillip and walked purposefully over to her bathroom.  Phillip could hear the water begin to fill the tub.  Mommy's heels clicked back to the bed.  She had put a full-bibbed white apron on over her dress.  She began loosening one of his hand restraints.  It came off and Mommy untied and removed its twin.  Phillip's fingers felt numb as he began to wiggle them feebly.  She removed his soaked bib and began to unfasten the back of the pajamas.  Phillip could only suc-k his binky noisily and watch her.  She pulled his arms out of the sleeves and peeled it down his sweat-soaked legs.  The pink plastic panty crinkled noisily as the pajama passed over it.  The air felt cool to Phillip's moist and suddenly bare skin.  Mommy took his hand firmly and swung his feet to the floor.  It felt like tiny pin pricks were assaulting his legs and she pulled him to his feet and onto his wobbly legs.  The uncomfortable tingles in his legs made him wince, causing a series of slobbery slurps on the binky.
Mommy led him by the hand to the bathroom.  When he was standing on the cold tlle floor, she hooked her finger into the waistband of his plastic panties and began to tug them down his legs.  Once they cleared the soaked diaper they fell to his ankles.  The sodden diaper began drooping even further off of Phillip's smooth hairless hips.  Mommy unfastened the pink headed safety pins and it fell to the floor with a loud plop.  Mommy took his hand and guided him into the tub, which was already frothing with foamy perfumed suds.  Phillip eased into the flowery smelling and slightly oily water 
Mommy began clicking her tongue with disapproval as she placed the diaper and panties into a hamper.
"Looks like you're going to need a double diaper to get you through the night Phillip.  Thank goodness those plastic panties kept their seal!  I'll not having you ruin another mattress."
Phillip looked over at her with pleading eyes.  She dismissed his silent pleas.
"If you make a peep it will be a triple diaper, do you understand?  Mommy expects complete cooperation from you.  I'm going to talk to Dr. Davenport about this, you can be sure."
Phillip quailed  The mention of Dr. Davenport reminded him that they were to pay her yet another visit!
Mommy clicked between the kitchen and the bathroom.  She knelt by the tub and insisted on shampooing his hair and washing him thoroughly with a soapy wsshcloth.  He was once again humiliated as Mommy worked the washcloth up his bum crack and wrapped it around his balls and pen-is.  He was stiffening as she squeezed it in the soapy washcloth.
"Can't you control anythiing Phillip?  You are determined to act like a helpless baby, aren't you?"
What was she talking about!!  When Phillip became frustrated or upset, it just made him suc-k harder on his binky.
Mommy toweled him dry and led him back into the bedroom.  There was a towel laid on the bed, and everything necessary to diaper Phillip.  Phillip spasmed at the sight.
"Come along, no dilly dallying!"  Before he knew it Mommy was slathering ointment all over his privates and working it into his bum.  This was followed by a very liberal dusting of baby powder, from his nipples down to his knees.  Mommy fastened up the thick cloth diaper with the juvenile oversized safety pins.  She picked up a second one.
"I should double diaper you during the day, because you made such a fuss."  Phillip gave her a pleading look and suc-ked more frantically on his binky.  "Well, we'll see if  you can control yourself.  She put down the second diaper and pulled on a new pair of the pink plastic panties.  As he suc-ked, Phillip looked down at the bulging combination.  How could he ever wear two diapers?
Mommy was flapping out the pink pajamas.
"There was no peepee on your jammies fortunately, they were just damp with sweat.  Mommy freshened it up in the dryer and it dry and toasty warm!"  Mommy began to bring his feet into the padded feet of the pajamas.
Why did he have to put his pajamas back on?  By the time this thought had been fully digested his arms were in the sleeves and Mommy was fastening it up the back.  Mommy pushed his hand into the hot pinky vinyl ball.  Should he resist?  He quailed at the thought of what Mommy might do.  While the debate was still raging in his head Mommy was already tying on the second hand restraint and finishing it off with a double bow knot.  Mommy flapped out a fresh pink bib and tied it snugly at the back of his neck in a satin bow.  She reached over and was stuffing Pinky Bear into the crook of his arm, after which she grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm so the pink ball was nestling the stuffed animal against himself.  Mommy then took him by the other wrist and led him into the kitchen.
A place was set for him at the kitchen table.  Mommy sat him down and clicked over to the stove, put on oven mits, and brought over a pot.  Soon she was ladling hot cereal into a very large bow until it was filled to the brim.  Phillip's tummy began groaning in earnest.  His mouth began to water at the smell of the steaming cereal, causing him to suc-k noisily on his binky.  As Phillip's hunger pangs caused him to remain fixated on the cereal bowl, Mommy came back to the table with a baby bottle full of warm milk.  She placed it next to the bowl.  Phillip stared at her with pleading eyes.  He kept glancing down at the bowl and the spoon and back at Mommy.  His pink hand restraints twitched slightly as he fought the urge to try and pick up the spoon, which he knew was completely hopeless.
After what seemed like an eternity, Mommy reached over and unhooked Phillip's binky.  The strap fell till it was dangling from one side.  Mommy grasped the ring firmly and slowly sllid it out of Phillip's bulging lips.  She placed the wet binky down on the table.
Phillip felt a profound sense of relief over the mere fact of his empty mouth.  His lips came together gratefully.  He felt that his mouth was finally at rest.
"Open wide Angel"  Mother had a heaping spoon of cereal hovering in front of his mouth.  Phillip's momentary sense of relief was replaced by his intense hunger.  He quickly re-opened his mouth wide and Mommy shoveled in the spoon.  The warm sweet creamy cereal filled his mouth.  He didn't care that Mommy was feeding him.  He slurped it down eagerly and opened wide for more.
Mommy quickly obliged, shoveling spoon after spoon into his eager mouth.  But when his hunger finally began to be sated and he wanted to slow down, Mommy kept up the rapid pace.  He tried to keep up but it was  no use.  Cereal began leaking out of his mouth and dribbling off of his chin and onto his bib.
He knew he musn't protest it almost seemed that Mommy was speeding up instead of slowing down.  He had just taken in a full mouthful when the next spoonful was being pressed against his lips.
"Open wide like a good baby Phillip dear."  Mommy unceremoniously tilted the spoon and deposited most of the contents so that cereal dripped in a wide circle around his mouth.
Phillip could not stand it any longer.
"Stop it Mommy!"
His mother became furious at his insolence.
"So Baby Phillip thinks he's in charge, does he?"  She scooped up an even large heaping spoonful of cereal and mashed it against his nose, cheeks and mouth.
"Baby Phillip is going to learn to do what he's told, do you understand?"  She grabbed the hair at the back of his head and pushed his face into the bowl, coating it from forehead to chin.  Phillip came up spluttering and coughing.  The cereal was in his eyes.  He brought his hands to his face, and the pink vinyl balls only succeeded in smearing the cereal around and becoming coated in cereal themselves.
"Now tell Mommy who is in charge."
Phillip sobbed and began crying in earnest.
"M-m-mommy is in charge!" he sobbed as his quivering voice broke.
His Mother took a clean cloth and wiped the cereal from his eyes.  He looked at her and sobbed.
"Now then.  Open wide for Mommy."  Mommy had only cleaned the cereal from his eyes.  The rest of his face was still coated.
He opened wide and she shoveled in a spoonful.  She went at a slower pace now.  Phillip felt very full by now but didn't dare say anything until he had finally forced down the last spoonful.
Mommy got a wet wash cloth and cleaned him thoroughly, including his hand restraints.  The bib had caught all of the cereal, and Mommy replaced it with a fresh one, which she seemed to tie on even tighter.
Mommy then picked up the baby bottle and placed it against Phillip's still quivering lips.
He accepted the rubber teat and the milk began to flow.  He felt so full, but had to drain the bottle dry until he felt like his stomach was going to explode.
Phillip was still breathing heavy from his meal when Mommy's heels clicked back over to the table.  She had the binky, which she had washed, in her hand, along with the pink rubber strap.  She reached over and took his chin between her thumb and forefinger, examining his lips.
"Your lips are chapped.  We must show Dr. Davenport."  Mommy then brought the device to his mouth.
Phillip didn't make a peepl.  His lips just quivered plaintively as the thick rubber shaft drew his lips into the perfect "O" that Dr. Davenport so loved.  Mommy hooked the strap until it was settled firmly against the back of his head.  She picked up Pinky Bear where Phillip had dropped it next to his chair and replaced it in the crook of his arm.  Then she got her wallet and keys.
"Time for your appointment with Dr. Davenport."
Mommy took him firmly by the wrist and began walking toward the front door.  What?!!  Phillip reeled.  Did she expect him to leave the house in this getup?!!
"Come along Phillip.  No dilly dallying.  Mommy already has a long list to go over with Dr. Daveport.  Don't be a sillly goose and add to it."
She pulled on his wrist of his hand restraint.  Phillip hung his head and meekly followed her.  The rhythm of Phillip's suc-king matched that of Mommy's high heels as she clicked him to the front door and opened it.

[Vicky]

Phillip tried to scrunch himself down in the car seat as far as he could.  His mother had buckled him into the back seat as usual, but now he had the pink teddy bear tucked under his arm.  Every time the car slowed down, Phillip lowered his head so the cars near them could not see him suc-king his binky and holding the smiling Pinky Bear.  As they got closer to Dr. Davenport's office, Phillip became increasingly frantic.  How could he waddle into that office dressed in a pink footy pajama with a huge diaper bulging underneath!    Mommy was humming happily as she steered the car into Dr. Davenport's parking lot.  She checked her own reflection in the rear view mirror and reapplied her lipstick, and then glanced back at Phillip in the mirror with a smile of satisfaction.  But when Mommy unbuckled Phillip, he shook his head violently and gripped the seat tightly.

"Nooooooooo Mommmy!!"  He spluttered the words around his fat binky, drooling onto the bib that protected the top of his jammies.

His Mommy's smile quickly turned to a frown.  "You just don't learn, do you Phillip!!  You are intent on becoming a fussy spoiled infant!!"  His mother took his nearest ear with a steel like grip in her fingers and dug in with the tips of her lacquered talons.

Phillip squealed like stuck pig, losing his grip on the upholstery of the car.  His mother pulled firmly on his ear, intensifying the pain, and Phillip continued to squeal he nearly fell, stumbling awkwardly out of the vehicle, almost running in his attempt to lessen the vice-like pincers of Mommy's fingernails on his throbbing red ear.  When Phillip dropped Pinky Bear, Mommy quickly stopped, and while maintaining her painful grip on his ear, she reached down and picked up the stuffed animal.

"Don't you dare drop your toy again, do you understand BABY Phillip?"  As she emphasized the word "baby", she dug her nails more deeply into his burning ear, taking an even more painful grip on the throbbing flesh.  Mommy thrust the bear back into the crook of his arm and he gripped tightly, terrified that it might fall from his arms again.  Mommy continued to walk purposefully across the parking lot, and Phillip galloped awkwardly at her side, the pads of his footy pajamas flapping on the asphalt.  That was how they entered the waiting room, Mommy leading a humiliated and crying Phillip by his ear.

[Vicky]

Mommy frogmarched Phillip briskly through the waiting room until they were stand directly in front of the receptionist's desk.  Dr. Davenport's receptionist look of astonishment as she first took in Phillip's ensemble and predicament was quickly replaced by a look of unrestrained glee.  Mommy's thumb and fingers maintained their painful grip on Phillip's throbbing red ear as she announced "Phillip Lockhart here to see Dr. Davenport."
Phillip tried to look straight down at his pink footy pajama clad feet but Mommy twisted his ear sharply, causing him to squeal as his head jerked up.  Tears stained his flushed cheeks and his nose was running onto the pink plastic heart-shaped guard of the binky.  Drool dribbled down his chin onto his damp bib.  He breathed heavily, causing his lips to make a regular loud involuntary suc-king sound as his cheeks bulged around the thick shaft of the binky.  He clutched Pinky Bear to the front of his pink woolen jammies, the bright pink ball of his hand restraint pressed against his chest to keep it from falling.  He was forced to look at the receptionist as she stifled giggles and told his mother to have a seat and that she would announce their arrival to Dr. Davenport.
Mommy sat Phillip directly in front of the receptionist, pulling him down into the seat by his ear.  The pain had become so excruciating he couldn't stop sobbing.  Mommy sat next to him and crossed her legs.  With a final sharp warning pinch of her manicured nails, Mommy finally released Phillip's tortured ear from her grip.  His ear felt like it was on fire as it throbbed hotly.  Phillip wanted to touch it but the fat pink balls buckled over his useless hands prevented him from even trying.  Nor could Phillip wipe away the tears, mucous, and drool that stained his flushed face.  Phillip finally willed himself to stop crying, but he continued to make loud wet suc-king sounds with his binky as his breathing slowly settled down.
The receptionist spoke into the telephone for a few minutes, and then replaced it on its cradle.  "Dr. Davenport will see you now."  She gave Phillip a clearly amused look and quickly put her hand to her mouth to try and maintain her composure.
Phillip scrambled to his feet, half afraid that Mommy would once again take hold of his ear, which was just starting to calm down from its ordeal.  But Mommy hardly glanced at him as she led the way into Dr. Davenport's office.  Phillip could only follow meekly, clutching his pink teddy bear and suc-king dutifully on his binky.

[Vicky]

Dr. Davenport stood in her office waiting for Phillip and his mother.  Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and she was wearing expensive looking glasses that only magnified her penetrating eyes.  Her crimson lips matched her manicured nails.  Her white lab coat was spotless, and she had her name embroidered over her jutting breasts.  She had on shiny white patent leather pumps with at least a 4 inch heel.

Dr. Davenport raised her eyebrow as she took in the spectacle of Phillip cringing in his pink footy pajama.  One of his ears was was clearly red and swollen as he stared straight down at the floor, clutching his pink teddy bear.  The bulge of his diaper and plastic panty was obvious under the juvenile pajamas.

Dr. Davenport walked over and took Phillip's chin in her hand, forcing his head up and revealing his tear stained face and runny nose.

"Tsk tsk tsk."  Dr. Davenport clicked her tongue and gently shook her head.  Phillip quailed as she forced him to look into her eyes.  "What's the matter with our Little Phillip, hmmmmmmmm?  Her voice was even more condescending that his last visit.  Phillip's face flushed crimson as Dr. Davenport gripped his chin.

"Oh doctor!  I'm at my wit's end!!"  Phillip's mother was eager to tell her story, and Dr. Davenport led her to a comfortable chair.  She then seated Phillip on the sofa next to the chair and sat right next to him, crossing her stockinged legs so that one of her high heels was almost touching his knee.  Phillip's mother reached into her pocketbook and removed her perfumed hankerchief, and began to vigorously wipe Phillip's face clean while Dr. Davenport watched with an amused smile.

"I wanted you to see what I'm dealing with Dr. Davenport before I cleaned Phillip up.  He's become nothing short of impossible!"  Phillip's mother brought the hankerchief to her lips and moistened it a bit before continuing to clean Phillip's face and binky guard like he was 2 years old.

Dr. Davenport leaned closer, and the heel of her shoe press into Phillip's pajamaed leg.  He was forced to sit quietly between the two women as his mother gave her version of the events of the past 24 hours.

Phillip cringed as his Mother described the wetting of his bed.

"His mattress is ruined!  And even after I diapered him he wet himself in his sleep!!"  She continued on.  Phillip thought she was giving a very one-sided description of the events, making it sound like he had acted like a petulant child the entire time.  At the same time he was acutely aware of Dr. Davenport sitting so close to him on the sofa.  Her perfume was filling his nostrils, and the pressure of her heel caused him to stare at her shiny white shoes.  His cheeks flushed as his pen-is stiffened inside its confining diaper.  When he glanced up at Dr. Davenport she was staring right at him with a serenly smiling expression that seemed to be reading his thoughts.  He quickly looked away.

His mother continued her indictment of his actions.  "He even refused to get out of the car when we arrived here!  I had to lead him in by the ear!"

"Now now Rita, don't be alarmed.  Little Phillip's therapy has caused some behavior adjustments, and that's to be expected.  That's why I wanted you to take those diapers, remember?  It was just a precaution but it seems like Phillip is going to have stay in diapers for time being."

Dr. Davenport patted Phillip's cheek.  "We're going to solve all these problems, don't worry!  I have a medical furniture supplier that can replace Phillip's bed immediately.  And we can institute some new therapies that will clear up all these problems in a jiffy!"

Dr. Davenport hooked her red fingernail into the ring of Phillip's binky and turned his face towards hers.

"Let's get Little Phillip to the examination room. I want to give him a thorough once over.  I'm sure he's not going to be a Silly Philly anymore, is he!"  She waggled the ring of the binky back and forth so it looked like Phillip was shaking his head "no."  She laughed as he blushed, and Phillip's mother joined her.  She felt much better after having told her story, and was sure Dr. Davenport was going to rectify the situation.

Dr. Davenport got up and pressed an intercom.  

"Nurse, set up Examination Room #1 for Little Phillip Lockhart.  I'll need the irrigation equipment prepared.  And you'll have to help him undress."

The doctor wheeled around on her heel.

"Don't worry sweetheart, you can hold Your teddy bear during the examination!  Now then, let's get started, shall we?"

[Vicky]

Both Phillip's chin and the edge of his binky ring were pressed down into the cushion of the examination table propping his face inches from the vinyl covering.  He could see little else except the shoes of the three women in the room -- his mother, Dr. Davenport, and the nurse.  This arms were in front of him, attached to the sides of the table with velcro restraints.  His knees were tucked under his chest, causing his bum to stick up in the air.  He was wearing nothing but one of the pink translucent examination gowns, which was open wide in the back, leaving his smooth hairless bum totally exposed.  His bum cheeks clenched a rectal thermometer that had been thoroughly lubricated with Vaseline.  Phillip could only suc-k his dummy noisily as Dr. Davenport waited for the thermometer to be ready and continued to talk to his mother.

"Are you saying that he has not moved his bowels since I first saw him?"  Dr.  Davenport's shoes clicked closer to the side of the examination table.  The white patent leather reflected the overhead lighting into Phillip's eyes.  He felt the thermometer being pulled from this bum, and the doctor's rubber gloved fingers spreading his bum cheeks wider.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."  Dr. Davenport was clicking her tongue with a tone of disapproval.  Phillip thought about her gleaming red fingernails encased in the latex examination gloves as he felt her spreading his bum cheeks further apart.  This caused his pen-is to stiffen, so that it was pointing down at the examination table.  Phillip suc-ked more frantically, feeling complelely exposed as the flimsy pink plastic gown bunched around his neck and lay uselessly at either side of him.

"I had a feeling this was going to be necessary.  Just a side effect from the mediciation I'm afraid, but Little Phillip is going to need regular enemas from now on."  Phillip blanched, his lips spluttering around the shaft of his binky, as the nurse's white heels clicked by.  The sound of the nurse's shoes was joined by the squeak of metal wheels as she wheeled something close to Phillip's exposed bum.  Phillip tried to pull his arms away from the table, but they were helplessly bound in the velcro restraints.  

"Hmmmmpffff!" Phillip squirmed as he felt the nurse's glove clad fingers press a dollop of Vaseline into his bum, the fingers pushing inside him as his muscles clenched involuntarily around them.  Dr. Daveport's shoes clicked closer, standing directly in front of his downcast eyes.  Suddenly her lowered face loomed into view.

"Doctor knows Little Phillip is going to be a perfect angel for Mommy and Nurse, aren't you sweetiepie!!!  That's a good little boy!"  Condescension dripped from her sing-song words.  Phillip gasped as the fingers were withdrawn with a suc-king sound and replaced with a smooth hard nozzle.

"Now then sweetums, some nice warm sudsy-wudsy water is going to be poured into Little Phillip, and will make him feel all full.  But Doctor knows Mommy's angel will hold it until Doctor says so, won't you precious?"

Not waiting for a answer, a humming sound filled the air and Phillip felt the first jet of warm liquid shoot up inside him, the nozzle preventing him from clenching his muscles to stop the flow.  

Phillip felt tears in his eyes and she suc-ked helplessly on his binky.  His mother's high heels clicked closer to his bum, and he could feel that she was watching intently, which only added to his discomfort.

"I'm going to send you a home version of the irrigation equipment along with Little Phillip's new cot, Rita.  You'l find it easy to use.  In fact, given Little Phillip's new medical requirements, I believe your insurance will cover a home health aide.  I'm going to look into it for you."

"Oh Doctor Davenport, I can't thank you enough!!  You've been a lifesaver for my son!!"  Phillip couldn't believe what he was hearing, but his attention was quickly diverted by the uncomfortable fullness of his bowels.

Finally, when he thought he was going to burst, the humming stopped.

Phillip was frantic to use the toilet.  Dr. Davenport stood over Phillip and peeled the latex gloves off her hands with a loud series of squeaks.

"Now let's see what a good babyboy Little Phillip can be for his Mommy!! You hold that enema until Nurse brings you to the potty, is that understood precious?"  The treacly tone of Dr. Davenport's instructions cause his cheeks to redden, and his lips smacked loudly against the slick  rubber shaft and seemed to fill every crevice of his mouth.

Just when Phillip thought he was literally going to explode, the nurse unfasten the velcro restraints and guided him off of the table.  It was only a few steps to the small bathroom but Phillip barely made it.  His bum exploded like a cannon as soon as his hairless cheeks touched the seat of the toilet, ejecting a fould smelling mixture.  His bowels continued to explode until he felt that it would never stop.  He was panting loudly when the expulsion finally subsided.  Phillip started to bawl uncontrollably as he sat on the toilet.  How had things reached this state?

Phillip was barely aware of being cleaned up by the nurse, and being laid back down on the examination table, this time on his back.  The diapering ritual was already getting familiar, and before he knew it he was back in his pajamas and hand restraints, a fresh bib around his neck.  His Mother looked particularly pleased as she tucked Pinky Bear into the crook of his arm.

Dr. Davenport had an amused expression on her face as she curled her finger into the ring of Phillip's binky.  "Now I've got something that sure to help keep Little Phillip from being distracted so that he can be a perfect angel for his Mommy fron now on.  Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

She opened a drawer and pulled out yet another pink article.  Phillip's lips fluttered in involuntary noisyness around the shaft of his binky as a line of drool ran down his chin onto the new bib.  His bum, thickly coated with ointment and baby powder, still throbbed inside the prison of his diaper and plastic pants.  What did Dr. Davenport have in store for him now!!