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Away for the Summer, Part III by Forsythe This is a continuation of an ongoing story. Please read Parts I and II before continuing. Further edited versions to the segments of this tale may be found on my Deviant Art account: http://stipanow.deviantart.com/ Sally managed to get home four hours later, and she was surprised how worried she had felt about leaving Joe on his own the whole time she was away. It was as if her subconscious was insisting he really was just the helpless little baby girl she had been treating him as, and even knowing he was safely home asleep in his crib didn't alleviate the fear that he might need something while she was gone. The feeling was actually so intense that she nearly woke the poor dear up when she got back by hurriedly opening the nursery door to check on him, but thankfully his recent spate of heavy sleeping continued and the noise of her entrance failed to wake him. Finally forcing herself to slow down, Sally crept over to the edge of the bed and reached through the bars of the bed guard to stroke the strands of his pigtails once again. His face seemed so innocent and peaceful when he was sleeping like this, and with the makeup she had applied earlier accentuating the effect she really couldn't see any traces left of the terrible little man she had picked up just two weeks before. All that was left was her adorable little niece Joe, and she resolved herself to do everything she could to help that good little girl continue to come forward as the Summer progressed. Stepping back out into the main dining room area, Sally put her bags of groceries away before retrieving the small bag of spy cameras and nanny cams she had purchased while in town. Reentering the nursery more quietly this time, she slowly made her way about the room, taking her time to find the best locations for the various pinhole and disguised stuffed animal cameras she had picked up to record her progress with Joe. Once she confirmed that all the cameras had good angles for every section of the room, including one looking down from the bottom of the top bunk to record him as he slept, Sally made her way back to the kitchen to boot up her computer to interface it wirelessly with them all. It wasn't long before she had all the streams running on her desktop, and she eventually had to force herself to stop playing around with learning how to record them and share the recordings and live feeds online so that she could actually get some rest herself. Changing into her satin pajama set for bed, Sally placed her remaining purchases in her own closet with a feeling of excitement as she wondered how soon she'd be able to make use them of them all. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning Sally woke to Joe's high pitched voice calling to her from the other room. Still half asleep, she scolded herself for staying up so late the night before and failing to set her alarm. Stumbling out of bed, she wrapped her matching satin robe around herself and made her way into the nursery. By the smell as she entered it was pretty clear that Joe was definitely unable to keep the new solid foods digesting in his system at bay overnight, and he had even managed to use the bars of the bed guard to partially pull himself up as he looked mournfully out at her. "Where the heck were you?" he asked with a slightly heated tone. "I've been calling for at least ten minutes now and the smell is driving me crazy!" While Sally did internally scold herself for oversleeping and not doing a proper job of looking after her nephew, she wasn't about to admit that out loud and undermine the parental role she had been setting up for herself with him. "Now that you're eating solid foods again you had better get used to that smell, as I won't always be on hand to change you right away. Especially if you only make a small mess and I decide it isn't worth the trouble to change you into an entirely new diaper yet," Sally stated matter-of-factly as Joe's eyes grew wide with concern over how messy he might have to be for his Aunt to assume he actually needed a change. "Besides, I was up late last night getting some of the chores done around the cabin that have been getting ignored since your recuperation started monopolizing my time. You're just going to have to deal with the fact that a lot of other things around this place are going to have to take priority over your diaper changes since it's just the two of us." With that, Sally intentionally turned her back on him and let him know as she walked out that she was going to get dressed and make breakfast. Joe was left sputtering and squirming in his caged Barbie-themed cell as Sally enjoyed taking her time getting ready. Eventually she returned to the nursery carrying a tray of oatmeal and soft sliced fruit, and wearing another pretty fifties style cotton dress with a small swirl of petticoats. Joe fumed silently at seeing she had also taken the time to style her hair, and while the ribbon tied there seemed to have been designed to go with the dress itself he was furious she'd spent time on it when every minor movement or shift he made seemed to make the oozing liquid waste in his diaper work its way further into his various crevices. He bit his tongue though in the hopes she'd at least change him before feeding him the blasted breakfast! Finally his Aunt did relent and open up the side of his pink prison, and after cleaning him up and tossing the used nappy away she once again buckled him in to his potty chair before beginning to feed him breakfast. With Joe left confused and asking in-between forced mouthfuls why she hadn't used the high chair, his Aunt replied that she wanted to make sure he was completely finished with his nightly waste before changing him into a clean diaper, and this way she could kill two birds with one stone as she fed him. So once again Joe found himself being serenaded by trumpets and happy voices while he ate, and left knowing that so long as each recording had his Aunt snickering he'd be unlikely to convince her to tear out the hated battery from his potty. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- After Sally cleaned Joe up again after breakfast and taped him back up, he watched her return once more to the dreaded closet to pick him out a new outfit for the day. Thinking hard to herself about her various plans for her nephew, she eventually settled on a 1980's My Little Pony themed pink footed sleeper that already had easy snap button access to the crotch of the suit for changes. After being left to stew that morning for so long waiting for a clean diaper, Joe remained tight lipped as he was essentially dressed in a onesie from fear that any complaint might lead to an even longer wait the next time. The pout he did have on his face only served to make him look more adorable as Sally helped pull his pigtails free from the neck hole of the snug garment. After reaffixing the tether to Joe's pacifier to his new outfit, Sally cheerfully told him that it was time for exercises again. Still feeling the ache in his limbs from the previous two days, Joe's eyes started to look like they'd cry, but that pitiful look turned to hope when Sally said they'd be trying something new that day. Propping him up against a large stuffed bear, Sally left the room and returned shortly afterwards wheeling in a small TV and VHS player. While Joe was sad to see that all the tapes stacked next to the TV were either recordings of 1980s girly TV shows or Disney movies, he was happy in the knowledge that he wouldn't be forced to crawl across the floor again so long as the large boom-tube TV tray was blocking the way. That is, until Sally came back in carrying a pink bouncer that she hung up from the rafter. Joe immediately started whipping his head back and forth so fast that Sally couldn't help but go "awwww" quietly to herself as her "little niece's" pigtails whipped side to side and his cheeks became a more rosy hue as he clenched his jaw and held his eyes tightly shut. In short, it was so cute it was all Sally could do to not walk right over and push the tantruming little toddler onto his back, whip his dress up to expose his belly, and proceed to tickle him mercilessly while cooing at how sweet "she" was. Somehow she managed to restrain herself from doing that, but she did decide to just go ahead pick the frustrated little girl up and force her skinny legs into the bouncer. Finally getting his pathetic little kicking legs into their slots, Joe found he had no choice but to slowly bounce himself up and down while giving her a dirty look as the tips of his toes in his footed sleeper could barely touch the ground. Before he could get his breath to curse at her and force her to pull him back out again just to give him a spanking, Sally snatched the dangling pacifier that she had connected to his sleeper earlier and popped it back into his opening mouth. Surprised, Joe started sucking on the pacifier on instinct as Sally stared him in the eye and explained, "I could tell crawling across the floor yesterday was getting to be a bit much for you, and it's never good to do the same exercises several days in a row. You can be glad I found this old bouncer so we can let you work out your legs in a new way. Besides, this will give me a chance to catch up on all those chores I was telling you about earlier while you get to watch TV." Joe had no choice but to watch helplessly as he bounced slowly up and down as Sally picked the first tape off of the pile, which turned out to be the cartoon he was already wearing on his sleeper. He wondered angrily to himself if she had planned that or if it was just "happy" coincidence. After making sure the old tape was actually playing correctly, Sally gathered a few Barbie dolls and small stuffed animals and set them in the depressions of the hard plastic play counter that circled the top of the bouncer while saying, "Just in case you get bored," before turning to leave quickly enough that Joe couldn't see her restraining her laughter. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- After closing the nursery door Sally went to boot up her laptop so she could watch her niece's endless forced bouncing as she cleaned up the cabin. As she swept and scrubbed up the mountain of dishes she got great enjoyment of secretly watching him start to throw away the toys she'd left as a joke, but then stop and reconsider before actually starting to play with them. Sally actually paused what she was doing and considered that, as it looked like boredom might be another trick she could use to encourage more feminine behavior out of him. Sally only took a moment for the reflection though before sighing and turning back to her work, as she sadly hadn't been lying about the pile of chores still left to do. When lunch time rolled around she reentered the nursery and pretended not to notice as Joe quickly shoved the toys back into the side pockets of his bouncer, clearly hoping she hadn't seen him pretending his teacher Barbie was talking to Mr. Squirrel. Looking up with expectation of release, Joe was confused to see his Aunt just swapping out the finished tape for another that turned out to be The Little Mermaid. She then walked over to pour a cup of Cheerios and another of Goldfish Crackers into two of the cup holder grooves in the plastic counter in front of him that were clearly intended for that purpose, before patting him on the head and leaving the room again. Looking after her, then down at the food, and finally back up at the TV, Joe sucked his pacifier a few more times before shrugging his shoulders and pulling his toys out again to finish their conversation. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Over the next two hours while the movie played, Joe slowly picked at the two cup holders of finger food. He was still having trouble with his fingers dexterity, so more of the crackers and cheerios ended up on the floor or inside the bouncer then he would have liked. However he was surprised to find he didn't miss those lost bites very much as he wasn't all that hungry to begin with. He thought to himself that his decreased size must have also shrunken his stomach and the amount of food he actually needed, as the small bowl of oatmeal that morning and few fruit slices had almost been more than he could handle. He also was finding it difficult to keep his eyes open, as the constant forced bouncing was leaving him even more tuckered out than the previous day's crawl. So it was that when Sally came back later as the movie ended, she found Joe fast asleep with his head slumped forward and his hands still clutching his two toys on the plastic counter. Tapping Joe on the shoulder, she verified he was well and truly out this time before heading back to her room to grab some of the previous day's supplies from her closet. Dumping two of the bags out on the floor by the bouncer, Sally sat down Indian-style just in front of her slumped nephew and began to gather the various cases of long term makeup she had purchased on top of her flowing skirts for easy access. Using some makeup removal wipes to carefully remove the previous day's quick attempt, she began the slow and meticulous process of applying the new makeup she had been guaranteed would last at least a month by partially dying the skin. Wanting to make sure it looked natural this time, Sally took her time applying the various layers to his cheekbones, eyes, and curve of his jaw to heighten his feminine features while downplaying his male ones. When she finally finished and admired her work, she had to admit Joe could walk down the street and no one would realize he was wearing any makeup. All they would wonder would be what a precocious little girl was doing wandering about on her own. That thought led to a few others, and she quickly came up with a plan to take her new "niece" into town sometime soon on the excuse that they needed new supplies. She thought sadly that it would have to wait though until he became a little more mobile and she could verify how well the remaining medications had worked on him. Still, she happily realized that she likely wouldn't have to wait more than a few more days, or a another week at most, for that, and she spent the next several minutes thinking about all the lovely introductions she'd be able to make with him in town. Eventually breaking her reverie, she quickly checked his nappy to make sure it didn't require an immediate change before gathering him up to finally put him back in bed for his nap. As his hands seemed intent on holding on to his two toys, she let him keep them and watched as he snuggled them up to his chest while pushing his head deeper into the pillow. "We'll make a proper little girl of you yet," she said quietly while brushing a loose strand of hair from his face before leaving the room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next few days had Sally pushing Joe harder in his exercises, clearly intending to not have to wait any longer than she had to for the trip she was planning into town. Joe was unaware of this though, so he took the increase in fervor for him to improve to be an indication of her unspoken desire to help him regain some independence, possibly so she wouldn't have to care for him so closely and could have more time to herself. Assuming this to be the truth without asking, Joe took to each new task his Aunt invented with dedication and without complaint, no matter how silly or juvenile they seemed. At the moment he found himself lying with his back on the floor with his spread out legs braced underneath his Aunt's knees as she held an oversized stuffed animal over him. The goal was for him to raise his arms out straight towards the large pink bunny before trying to raise himself off the ground far enough to give the rabbit a hug. He was then expected to hold that position for as long as he could before lowering himself back to the floor as slowly as he could manage. If his Aunt felt he hadn't held the hug long enough, she would playfully tease him that "Mr. Bunbun was sad that little Joe wasn't giving him enough love" or she would turn the rabbit excitedly side to side while saying, "Mr. Bunbun knows you can do it! He's rooting for you and is waiting here to give you a big hug!" Despite similar humiliating comments like this throughout his new exercise routines, Joe resolved himself to stay quiet as he could tell the exercises, while embarrassing, were clearly helping him show some improvement. So he just kept sucking intently on his pacifier as he raised his arms again to try and give Mr. Bunbun a longer hug this time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- By the end of the following week Joe was able to fully control his neck muscles again for looking around for longer periods of time without needing rest, and he was starting to be able to crawl about without the higher levels of pain that had plagued his limbs previously. While he knew he still had a long way to go, and his Aunt was still insisting on using the buckles on him for his highchair and visits to the potty, he at least had some hope now that things would get better. As Friday rolled around his Aunt even admitted that he had been doing so well with alerting her when he needed the toilet that she let him change back to the thinner diapers that were just for wettings during the day. However his nightly emissions were still proving to come out unimpeded from both sides, so he still had to be taped up in his thicker diapers at night. His one ongoing concern was that his jaw was continuing to ache badly enough that he couldn't justify asking his Aunt to stop putting the annoying old pacifier back into his mouth at every opportunity she could find. Little did Joe know that it was this continuous suction that was preventing his jaw muscles from having time to calm down and heal, and the more furiously he sucked on the pacifier during the day, and at night while he slept, the more his jaw muscles wore themselves out. Unaware of this, Joe continued sucking unthinkingly on the pacifier as his Aunt held his arms overhead to help him take his first few stumbling steps upright again. Joe's smile was practically beaming around the edges of his pacifier as he managed to half swing and half drag his legs forward, and while Joe's eyes stared intently forward at his task Sally enjoyed the reflection of the two of them in their matching purple sundresses in the vanity mirror. She'd even somehow managed to convince Joe earlier that week that the pigtails she'd been working into his hair as often as she could were the best option to keep it out of his face during their intense exercise plan, so his hair was also dangling at the sides in two cute bunches tied off with small purple bows. As Sally turned back to watch Joe complete the five whole steps across the small pink and purple butterfly themed rug in the middle of his room, they both couldn't help but start giggling in triumph at his big accomplishment. Joe's higher pitched giggles came out in adorable little spurts around the edges of his pacifier, and Sally giggled sweetly through her large natural smile as she lowered him slowly down back onto his butt on the floor, and then quickly sat herself behind him to wrap him up in a big hug, while rocking him side to side, as the two of them continued laughing happily together at what he had managed to do. Suddenly pausing in her rocking motion, Joe looked up at her confusedly as he saw her staring at the door to his room. Seemingly lost in thought for a moment while she came to a decision, Sally slowly looked back down at him with a more reserved, and possibly saddened, smile as she asked if he would like to try moving about the house, and even choose a few shows on basic cable to watch, while she made dinner. Joe was so ecstatic at being offered his first taste of adult freedoms again that he just energetically nodded yes to her question as she made her way back up to her feet to go open the door for him to crawl through. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joe was so excited as he carefully made his way across his room towards the large open door that he failed to notice the oddly sad and intense expression on his Aunt's face as she watched him. Barreling through the door as fast as he could manage with the sometimes still frustrating movements of his limbs, Joe made it about half way across the open expanse from the doorway of his room to the small couch and TV that made up the living room before realizing something was wrong. It was as if all of the walls and furniture around him were suddenly stretching themselves longer, and a deep-seated fear began to rise up in his chest as he experienced an almost imperceptible feeling like he was falling. Pausing his journey and stumbling backwards onto his diaper, Joe turned frantically wide eyed around to see Sally watching him curiously as she closed the door to his room. All of the sudden the feelings of fear and vertigo intensified, and Joe found he was wetting himself uncontrollably as he looked around for anything that would make him feel safe and secure. As his pacifier dropped from his mouth as he gasped for air in the midst of his panic attack, he could hear his Aunt asking what was wrong as she came over and picked him up into her arms. The feeling of being held tightly in her warm hug helped a little, but the feeling of general wrongness about the room around him continued as Joe stared frantically back to the door of his room. "I want to go back to my room!" he half stammered and half cried out into his Aunt's shoulder. "The nursery?" she asked him with feigned confusion. "Why do you want to go back there? Don't you want to spend a few hours out here watching your old favorite shows like a big boy?" The thought of hours sitting out here in the sensory confusing main room was more than Joe could take and he just cried out, "Nooooooo!" in a high pitched whine as his bowels completely lost control as well. Unfortunately the "big girl" diapers he had been wearing were no match for this unexpected release and some of the onslaught managed to leak out onto him and his poor Aunt. "Shoot!" she cursed as she made her way with the two of them into the kitchen, rinsing them off in the sink as best she could, while her nephew attempted to cling to her as tightly as possible, before continuing in a tense tone. "Clearly you've been enjoying your time in that nursery a lot more than you've been admitting to me if you're reacting this aggressively to a return to adulthood. Are you sure going back in there is what you want?" "Yes!" he cried out, clearly terrified. "You want to go back to your pretty nursery instead of staying out here like a big boy?" she asked incredulously. "Yes!" he cried out again, beginning to sob. "I'm having trouble believing this after all your previous complaints, so I want you to say it," she said, forcing him to look up from her chest and into her eyes. "Tell me you want to go back to your pretty nursery to play like a sweet little girl instead of staying out here like an adult." "I...want...to..go back to my nur-*sob*-ry and play like a sweet... little...girl.. instead of staying out HERE like an a-dult," he managed to stammer out slowly as his crying intensified. "And you'll behave like a good little girl when we get there and not give me any more trouble about clothing or what I feel is best for you?" she asked intently. Joe could only nod, as his fear was clearly impeding his ability to speak, so Sally finally just sighed audibly to herself and gathered him back up to take him back into his room. Once the doorway to the nursery was open Joe immediately started to feel better, and upon being carried into the room he found all the active fear and confusion vanish as if it had never been there. However his heart was still racing as his Aunt changed him back into one of the thicker diapers, indicating he clearly couldn't be trusted with the "big girl" ones again for awhile, and he still felt a strong desire to stay in the nursery at all costs. Once he was cleaned up and changed, Sally went over and collected the frilliest Barbie themed sleeper she could find in the dresser to change him into, and when she saw his momentary reaction she just turned her head back slowly to the still open door and then slowly back at him knowingly. That immediately wiped all anger and resentment from his face as he just raised his lightly trembling arms up for her to change him. Once dressed, Sally set him back down on the floor and handed him several dolls, indicating with a hard look in her eyes that if he wanted to stay in here and play like a little girl, then that was what he was going to do. Joe could only take the dolls silently while trying to work up the nerve to look to the side and out the open door, but the subconscious fear was still too much for him to even make the attempt. So he just quietly started to play with the dolls as his eyes remained haunted and unfocused until his Aunt finally left the room and closed the door, sealing his terror away at least momentarily and letting him feel like he could breathe. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sally walked back over to the living room couch and dropped herself frustratedly upon it. She thought angrily to herself of how her nephew's reaction to leaving his room had clearly been far more intense than planned, and it seemed pretty clear that either the dosages or mixing of the medications were once again to blame. Three of those medications were currently in clinical trials with a local prison industrial complex, and were intended to make it near impossible for inmates to escape. They worked by making the inner ear canal more malleable while also resetting the balance centers of the brain, and her company had found that if a consistent pitch was introduced during the three day process it would become unnoticeable but necessary for the inmates to keep their balance in the future; or at least until the process was repeated without the tone being present. Further side effects included minor feelings of fear and that something wasn't right, intoxicated-like reactions without any alcohol being present, and sometimes intense vertigo. The main downside to the program was that knowledge of what was going on seemed to undermine the process, and it had proved difficult to keep the test subjects at the prison from talking to each other and working out what was going on. As such it would likely be a long time before they ever made any money on the process outside of solitary confinement, but in a one on one case like with her nephew it was perfect. Unfortunately, Joe's reaction to having the tone generator in his room blocked off had proven far stronger than any of the subjects they had tested so far. Whether that was due to his young age, size, amount he was given, or simply having various other chemicals at work during the process was unclear, but she did have to admit she only had herself to blame. With another heavy sigh she picked herself up and made her way over to her own bedroom. Digging through her closet, she eventually found the small red case she was looking for that had her company's logo on it. Opening it up, she pulled out two smaller tone generators that were only a fraction of the size of the one hidden in the nursery ceiling light. "Well," she thought to herself, "at least with these Joe's violent reaction won't be a problem during our trip into town, and it won't hurt to train him to only trust further items that make him feel infantile; like his booster seat or the stroller I planned to use anyway." Carrying them in the palm of her hand as she walked back out into the living room, she continued to look at the sophisticated design as she sat back on the couch and tucked her left leg underneath her in a comfortable position. "Maybe it's even for the best," she continued to think. "Since if I can find a way to replicate the effects Joe is having in the lab, we might be able to make use of them in more violent offenders. Besides, a sharp shock like that may have been just what was needed for him to finally give up the last of his aggressive tendencies. After all, it's not like he still has any natural chemicals floating around in his system anymore to excuse them." Closing her fist around the two small devices and placing them in her pocket, Sally let the last of the tension ease out of her shoulders before returning to the kitchen to cook dinner. While she was still sad that the bonding period she had been having with her nephew seemed to be over now, she looked forward to encouraging her niece to start coming forward more openly so she could one day begin to bond with her as well. -------------------------------------------------------------------------