Katie joins Baby Inc.

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Chapter Nine



Harriet awoke to a jangling bell and blindingly bright lights being turned on and the side rail to his bed had been lowered.  Mrs Fenderly was standing at the doorway instructing the students to remove their bedclothes, put on clean stockings and shoes and line up at the four toilets lined along the back wall of the room.  Four fourth year students were standing next to each toilet ready to undo the new students’ “leather panties” to allow them to sit on the toilet and relieve themselves.  



Harriet struggled to sit himself up in bed groaning in pain as his corset fought him the entire way.  Last night he had not slept at all and knew the other students hadn’t either as the room was filled with gasping for air.  Harriet had eventually fallen into a fitful sleep and didn’t feel at all rested.  Harriet struggled to pull his feet close enough to pull the bed socks off his feet and undo the little plastic soles.  He carefully pulled the silk stockings up his legs trying to keep the back seam as straight as possible.  He pulled his 5” shoes on and then teetered to a standing position so he could pull the suspender straps tight and fasten the stride impeders on his thighs.  Some of the students did the same, others didn’t.  Harriet hoped doing this would get himself special treatment.



He clicked his way over to the line of fellow students waiting to use the toilet.  He didn’t want to risk not going and then being punished for an accident later, he could already see Mrs Fenderly blasting a student who had tried to assert himself stating “he didn’t need to go yet”.  As Harriet got to the front of the line a maid approached him and then lead him over to a vacant toilet.  As he followed this maid he wondered how they managed to make his skin so white.  The maid didn’t seem to struggle at all with the corset while bending over to undo the leather shield covering the crotch and then motioned for Harriet to sit.  Harriet felt weird sitting down on a toilet to wee with a stiff corset holding him ramrod straight.  When he stood up the Maid refastened the crotch shield and then told him in a high pitched squeaky voice to go join the line to the lacing bars.



Once laced, dressed, and hair done up the students at SMANI were lined up in the hallway outside their room so they could be inspected.  One of the students, Cindy, started crying when Mrs Fenderly told him his seams weren’t straight enough and his hair too loose.  He was lead back into the room by Mrs Fenderly and two of the maids and they could hear the boy’s sobs as she gave him ten hard smacks with a paddle before instructing the maids to straighten his stockings, fix his hair and line him up again.  By the time Mrs Fenderly got to Harriet nine out of twenty boys had been punished for various misdemeanours in their uniforms and appearance.  Harriet breathed a sigh of relief as Mrs Fenderly nodded that he was up to scratch and then she moved to stand in front of the students to inform them of their schedule.



“Today ladies, you will begin your training to become domestic staff.  At the end of your training some of you will be chosen as maids, some will be chosen as nannies, but you will all be trained in both aspects and you will be meticulously perfect in both positions.  Mondays you will spend the day learning mannerisms and deportment.  Tuesdays you will learn Baby Care.  Wednesdays you will learn cleaning and washing skills.  Thursdays you will learn cooking.  Fridays you will learn hand sewing and embroidery without the assistance of sewing machines or other modern appliances.  On Saturday you will be tested on what you learned during that week.  Sunday mornings you will be going to church and then Sunday afternoons you will be assisting in cleaning the school.  Today is Monday.  Please follow the fifth year students to the dining hall to eat your breakfast before beginning your lessons at 6:00 AM.



Harriet minced down the hall with the other students in a long line.  He would have trudged if his attire had allowed him.  He knew the fifth year students and Mrs Fenderly’s scrutinizing eyes were on them.  And so he started his five year journey to become a Nanny.  This started exactly four years before Katie had been taken to Baby Inc. that fateful night.

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Chapter Ten

Real baby girls are much rarer than sissy baby boys and Baby Inc. spends a considerable amount of time encouraging the people submitting babies into the behaviour modification program to hand their children over for adoption.  Baby Inc. reaps more than enough in profits from selling babies like Katie to offer their behaviour modification program free of charge to desperate families.  Katie was a real catch so to sweeten the deal for potential buyers Baby Katie was being offered with a Nanny as a package deal.  Baby Inc. had deliberately kept Katie and Harriet apart in the year Katie was going to be at Baby Inc. in anticipation of her adoption.

A few weeks before that fateful party Katie’s mother had been invited to SMANI to see the nanny who would be responsible for her daughter’s needs, they wanted to both reassure Mrs Roberts and show her the full extent of the services Baby Inc. and its subsidiaries have available in case she knew of any other errant young men who needed their guidance and tutorage.  Mrs Roberts had been sitting in the mothers’ waiting room in SMANI on a comfortable sofa when Miss Smart walked into the room to greet her and begin the tour.  Miss Smart is the same woman who greeted Harriet once he had been dressed.

“Welcome Mrs Roberts, I’m so happy you could make it.  Please come this way and we can get started on the tour,” Miss Smart said as she motioned the mother to a door she had just unlocked.

“As you were told Sissy Maids and Nannies Inc. only accepts young men into its program who are in need of an occupation.  They are accepted into the program at least a year in advance so the caregivers have time to prepare their boys for their first day.  The preparation rooms are all designed with a two way mirror on one wall so we can take people such as you on these tours to help them understand the choice they are making.  This first room is what we call the lacing room; it is where the young men are laced into their corset for the very first time.  All our boys are laced down to 18” on their first day, this goal is harder for some than others but it creates the feminine hourglass shape we like in our maids and nannies without resorting to costly and time consuming surgical procedures.  As you can see there is a young man in the room, being laced right now.”

Mrs Roberts peered through the window to see a very pale-faced young boy hanging from a sturdy bar in the middle of the room.  Tears were streaming down his face but he was not crying, he no longer had enough air to cry and breathe as the two strong orderlies were pulling on the laces steadily pulling his waistline inwards.  His waist already seemed smaller than anything Mrs Roberts thought could be achieved with a boy.

“Please don’t feel sorry for the young men.  The lacing procedure may seem cruel but it is a lifestyle they grow accustomed to.  We insist on perfect posture with all the maids and nannies we graduate and perfect posture is much easier to maintain if one has a corset to help oneself.”

They walked further down the hallway and came to the next window which showed the room where Harriet had first been dressed.  “This is the room where our boys are dressed for the first time.  It is where they ultimately transform into their new lives,” Miss Smart told Mrs Roberts as they continued down the hallway to a door at the end.  Miss Smart opened the door and invited Mrs Roberts in to sit down at the round table in the centre of the room. 

Once they were both seated Miss Smart rang a small silver bell and a young lady in a pink silk maid’s dress walked in holding a silver tea tray in her perfectly manicured hands.   In a high pitched squeaky voice the maid asked, “How do you take your tea Mrs Roberts?”

“Milk no sugar please,” Mrs Roberts answered as she watched this effeminate thing in amazement.  The maid delicately poured the tea from a silver teapot for both ladies, added the milk and then carefully stirred in Miss Smart’s single lump of sugar before offering Mrs Roberts her tea in a little white china teacup.  The maid’s hands seemed small, supple, her fingers long and perfect.  Mrs Roberts smiled at her as she thanked her.

While putting her own teacup back on its saucer on the table Miss Smart spoke, “Harriet, please step back so Mrs Roberts can look at you.  Mrs Roberts, this is Harriet.  She will be the Nanny responsible for your baby’s well being when they are both sold.  She has already completed four years of our comprehensive course and has one year to go before she can graduate.  She is already very knowledgeable in needlework, cooking, housework, baby care and the deportment we expect of our domestic staff.  If you choose to go ahead with helping your baby mend her ways she will be adopted with Harriet as a package deal and she would be going to a very wealthy family who could afford to care for her needs.”

Mrs Roberts looked at the sissy boy standing in front of her.  His skin was completely blemish free and a milky white.  He seemed too delicate and feminine, she didn’t doubt SMANI’s promises of a perfect record but she couldn’t believe the transformation from the boy in the lacing room to this.  Harriet’s 17.5” waist seemed tiny.  His hair was now extremely long but still expertly pinned up on his head.  Harriet had a smile on his face and seemed happy with his lot in life.  On his feet were 5” heels, he seemed adept in walking in them and completing his tasks.  When he spoke he didn’t use words such as “Don’t”, “I’m”, “You’re” or “Can’t” and he spoke softly.  He stood with his feet perfectly together, his shoulders pulled back, his head held high and his hands at his sides.  Mrs Roberts was very impressed with the results SMANI seemed to produce and walked away from that demonstration confident that her baby girl Katie would be well cared for.

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I am posting this mostly because I miss writing stories and being creative and I also feel badly about never finishing these stories, especially considering no one else felt lead to finish them.  I'm not sure what will happen after I finish the two stories left unfinished.



Chapter Eleven



As Katie was lead down the white hallway of Baby Inc by her nurse she finally felt like she had come to a true understanding as to why her younger brother Phyllis had become such a pathetic sissy.  It terrified her that she had become just as weak minded as he clearly was and she gave her dummy a quick suc-k as she waddled uneasily next to her nurse.  She glanced down at her body seeing her small chest and pear shaped tummy and bottom with her diapers ballooning out from under her dress clearly telling the world that she needed them.  They went through two doors that required key codes before she found herself in the reception area of Baby Inc (the same fateful reception area that Baby Jesse had sat in on his day into permanent babyhood).



The nurse led her over to the reception desk where of all people Veronica.  Katie gasped and her dummy fell out of her mouth and dangled on the end of the strap that was connected to her baby reins.  The nurse pushed the dummy back into her mouth as she said to Veronica “Baby Katie is here for her first appointment with her Paediatrician.  We’re a little early but she reacted to the stimulants a little faster than we expected her to.”  In her same authoritative voice Veronica answered, “that’s perfectly fine Pam, Doctor Beamsly is a little ahead of schedule this morning as Freddy’s Mother decided she needed to think a little more about what she wanted to do with his masturbation problem.”



With that the nurse led Katie over to a door that had the word Paediatrician printed on the front and knocked on it.  Katie heard Doctor Beamsly call out “come in” and she was filled trepidation as the nurse pulled her in and shut the door behind them.



“Put her up on the examination bed please nurse, we might as well get started with her vitals while we debrief,” the doctor said as she pulled on a pair of latex gloves.  The nurse pulled down Katie’s rhumba panties, tights and plastic panties and the lifed Katie up to the plastic padded examination bed laying her on her tummy.  She unpinned and pulled back Katies damp diapers and stood back as the doctor approached Katie.



“How has her recovery gone nurse?” she asked as she pushed a Vaseline coated thermometer into Katie’s bottom, ignoring Katie’s yip as her dummy fell out of her mouth.  The nurse reached over and pushed it back in as she answered, “She has recovered much faster than we expected her to.  The scar on her foot is tiny, the scars on her chest no longer need bandages and as you can see her skin is silky smooth.”  



“Is she completely incontinent?” the doctor asked as she pulled the thermometer out of her bottom and recorded the temperature on a chart, the nurse replied, “Yes, I don’t think she even realises her diapers are damp at the moment.”  The doctor then stopped for a moment to count Katie’s pulse and respiration rate and then Katie suddenly felt a sharp pain as the doctor pushed an injection into her bottom before stepping back to allow the nurse to re-diaper Katie and pull her panties and tights back up.



The doctor tweaked Katie on the nose before telling the nurse “I think she’s ready to go to the adoption preparation nursery but tell me first, did her time of the month come while she was sedated?”  â€śYes Doctor” came the reply, “In that case I think we need to schedule her for a full hysterectomy before sending her to the adoption preparation nursery,” filling in a form the doctor handed it to the nurse then continued, “please take this to the surgical ward right away so it can be done before Katie is settled into her regular routine.”



Hearing this Katie became frantically upset that they were sending her back for more surgery.  She wailed loudly begging the doctor not to do this to her in babyish babble kicking her mary janed feet on the padded plastic table.  Doctor Beamsly would have none of this, however, and she easily picked the tantrum throwing baby up and sat down in her desk chair positioning the baby over her lap.  She looked over to the nurse and gratefully took the paddle being offered to her.  Rubbing it gently in circles on Katies soft bottom Katie suddenly stopped.  Realising she was going to get a spanking she lisped, “Pleath Docta, I be good, no thpank me but I don’t wanna be hurted more!”  Doctor Beamsly instantly, firmly responded, “I know what’s best for you baby and your being a very bad girl throwing such a tantrum when I’m being so very nice to you.”



Katie’s spanking didn’t last very long but it was hard and painful enough to send the message that Baby Inc could do whatever they wanted to send Katie further into permanent babyhood.  Katie sobbed as hard as she could as her red bottom was once again diapered.  Her chest heaved, causing the bells on her reins to jingle, as she was led back out into the reception area and then back through the doors to the room she had woken up in.  She was stripped of her clothes and put into a footed sleeper before once again being sedated and taken back to surgery.  Once the surgery was completed she was kept sedated once again until the majority of the damage had been healed.

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Chapter Twelve



When Katie awoke she could see the pink wooden bars of the cot surrounding her.  Every time she moved she heard the crinkle of the plastic sheet under her reacting to her plastic panties.  She groaned into her dummy as she realised her diapers were soaked.  It took her a few minutes to realise her dummy was bobbing in and out of her mouth and she let out a wail as she remembered what was gone from her tummy.



Two women appeared over her cot cooing and one of them said, “Aww, Baby Katie is a wake after such a long nap.  She must be a hungry little girl, let Nanny get your diddees changed and then get you fed.”  The woman next to her (who had a tag on that said Head Nanny”) then spoke to the first Nanny asking her, “Has Baby Katie done a bowel movement since she was admitted to Baby Inc?  If not I think we need to give her a good cleansing while we change her diapers.  We don’t want her to get constipated and sick now do we?”



A very tearful Katie was carried over to what looked like a changing table and laid down with a strap firmly secured over her chest to stop her falling off.  As Nanny undid the poppers between her legs and pulled the legs of her sleeper off to gain access to her diapers Katie looked around the room, gaining some feeling of calm from the dummy that was still in her mouth.  The room had pink carpet and nursery print pink wallpaper on the walls.  Three walls of the room were lined with a total of ten pink wooden cots and the last wall had a kitchen area at one end, a changing table at the other end and two doors in the middle.  Katie had no idea where those doors lead.  Katie heard a loud sqwelch as the sodden diapers were dropped into a diaper pail with her name on it.  She could see nine other pails with names on them and she could only assume they were the names of the other babies that were in the centre of the room playing with toys.  They all had thick nappies on and looked just like oversized babies.  Their faces rounded from their life of bottles and dummies.   Nanny lifted Katie’s bottom off the plastic covered changing table to slip three cloth diapers under her bottom and then spread diaper rash cream all over it.  Before lowering her bottom back onto the freshly waiting diapers she pushed two suppositories up her bottom.  She sprinkled talc-um powder on her and the pulled the front of the diapers between her legs pinning them tightly.  Nanny then pulled a fresh pair of nursery print plastic panties over Katies bulging diapers before pulling the legs of her sleeper back over her legs and popping the poppers back into place.



Nanny then picked her up again and carried her over to the rocking chair that was next to the kitchen area sitting in it.  She cradled Katie in one arm and took the baby bottle offered to her with the other hand and gently pushed it into Katie’s mouth.  Katie tried to refuse it but Nanny gave her a gentle slap on the thigh and Katie gave up her fight.  As she fed on the bottle she could taste the yucky luke-warm baby formula.  When she finally finished it instead of letting her down to play with the other babies Nanny took her back to her cot and put her back to bed to sleep more.  Thanks to the slight sedative in the bottle she had just had Katie drifted back to sleep with the sound of slurping dummies, shaking rattles and babyish babble.

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Chapter Thirteen

Katie had been in the nursery two weeks when she awoke one morning to the sound of crying babies around her.  She knew they were all boys like her older brother only they didn’t have homes to go back to yet.  She’d gotten used to the fact that she always woke up wet and she had learned that if she cries when she has a wet diaper it will get changed faster.  It scared Katie that she was getting to the point where all she worried about was clean diapers and not getting punished.  As Nanny changed her and got her dressed for the day the Head Nanny came up and started speaking to her Nanny.

“When was the last time Baby Katie had a bowel movement Nanny?”

“Two days ago Ma’am,” Nanny responded, “she hasn’t lost control yet and I think she’s holding on deliberately.”

The Head Nanny watched her colleague continue to diaper her charge as if contemplating what to do and then suddenly said, “I think we need to start her on the bowel programme, one moment!”  The Head Nanny then walked out of one of the doors that Katie had never gone through and came back with disposable gloves on.  She lifted Katie’s bottom off the changing table and pushed two hard pellets in.  Once she lowered Katie’s bottom back onto the table and allowed Nanny to continue dressing her she looked at Katie and said very clearly to her, “Do not release those until you are told to, if you do we’ll know and you will be punished.  Each time you’re punished you will also be given an enema.”

Katie knew from caring for her brother what an enema was and it frightened her that she could be getting one.  She clenched her bottom as hard as she could as Nanny started pulling plastic panties, tights and rhumba panties up her now skinny legs.  She put her squeaky clean patent black mary jane shoes on her feet and then sat her up to pull on a set of petticoats and a pink gingham dress edged with lace and ribbons.  Katie’s cut, permed and bleached hair was then pulled into two cute pigtails and tied with wide pink ribbons that trailed down her neck.  Katie had gotten used to ribbons tickling her skin by this point.

Once dressed Nanny picked her up and placed her in one of the high-chairs that was in the kitchen where the other babies were waiting and two baby bottles full of formula was placed on her tray.  She knew she had to drink both of them, even if she was full, as she drank the yucky tasting formula she was still conscious of Head Nanny’s instructions not to release the pellets.  It was becoming harder and harder as they did their work and she was starting to feel the urge to let it all out into her waiting diapers.  She hated messy nappies; they smelt really badly and hammered home to her how much of a baby she had become.  Some of the babies around here were drinking formula; others were being spoon fed baby food for breakfast and making a messy job of it at that.

Once she had finished her bottle she was taken out of the high-chair and sat on the floor in front of a television that had been wheeled into the room while they had been having their breakfast.  Today the Nannies had Sesame Street playing as the babies sat there with their dummies and favourite teddies and dolls to cuddle.  Katie didn’t mind Sesame Street so much, she remembered watching it as a kid though she couldn’t remember it being this juvenile.

Tears rolled down her face as the pressure in her bottom became more and more intense until finally she heard Nanny whisper in her ear “you can let go now”.  The mess exploded loudly making farts and none of the other babies blinked an eyelid at the display as they had all been through it and were now used to people around them messing their diapers.  Katie on the other hand had never sat in such a big mess before and she started crying her heart out.  Where had she gone wrong?  Why would her mother do this to her?  Was this really going to make her life any better turning her into a baby again or was she just “getting rid of a problem”?  Nanny gently picked her up and carried her back to the changing table.  She cleaned her off, inserted two more pellets (with the instruction once again not to release them), and pinned some nice fresh diapers on.  Katie was frustrated that the ordeal wasn’t quite over, it felt mostly over being in clean diapers but having those pellets in her bottom was a reminder that it wasn’t.  After a hug from Nanny she was put back on the floor with her teddy in front of the television and she sat there suc-king her dummy and watching an episode about the letter B.