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Lockdown Lullabye
I got caught... literally. You see, I'd booked in at my favourite adult
nursery for a weekend of being my baby self with Nanny. I'd arrived,
got undressed, Nanny had dressed me in my triple-thick nappies, plastic
pants, frilly nappy knickers, sweet pink little girl's dress, tights,
bootees, mittens and bonnet and I'd had my evening feed of stewed
prunes and apple together with two bottles of warm baby formula before
being put down for the night in the high-sided crib in the nursery. As
I drifted off to sleep, sucking on the dummy in my mouth, the mobile
above my head rotated, casting pleasing shadows of animals on the walls
and ceilings, and I looked forward to the rest of the weekend as my
baby alter ego.
But I hadn't reckoned on the country going into lockdown that night. As
Nanny and her partner watched the evening news and the announcement
from the Prime Minister about what the lockdown would entail, from
midnight that night, they realised they had a problem. Me. It wasn't
possible for me to go home, so I was stuck with them, until the
lockdown was reviewed. And that wasn't going to be for three weeks.
So, they had two choices. They could wake me up the following morning,
tell me what had happened and let me go back to being the adult me,
staying with them as my normal self until things changed. Or they could
keep me on ice for a few more hours, continuing to baby me as I
expected while they prepared me to be their baby girl, not for a
weekend but for three whole weeks. It would need a little preparation,
and I wouldn't get any say in what they would do to me, but it would be
better. Since Nanny and her partner were a lesbian couple, neither
wanted to deal with an adult man for three weeks without any let up,
regardless of how accommodating I might be. Anyway, it would be more
fun this way. For them.
So, when I woke up the next morning in a totally wet nappy to see Nanny
hovering over the crib, I didn't think anything of it. Until I noticed
that my dummy wasn't the same one I had been sucking on when I'd gone
to sleep. In fact, it wasn't a dummy, and I couldn't spit it out as it
was secured behind my head. That wasn't the only thing that was
secured. My wrists and ankles were chained to the sides of the cot, so
I wasn't going anywhere. I looked up at Nanny and tried to protest, but
the gag made it impossible.
"Good morning, Martin. Yes, I know we don't call you by your adult name
when you're a baby, but we have to show you something. It was on the
news last night, about this pandemic. The Prime Minister came on and
announced a lockdown. No one's going anywhere." She pointed a remote at
the TV on the wall. "You'd better watch." And with that, she played his
address to the country to me so I could see what was happening.
When it had finished, she switched it off and put down the remote. "So,
you're stuck with us for at least the next three weeks. We've rung your
wife." I looked at her, eyes wide. She shook her head. "Don't worry. I
pretended to work for your company, told her you were staying at that
hotel for that conference you were supposedly at. I said you'd said
you'd ring tonight. So she doesn't know any more than that. Poor
woman." I relaxed slightly. At least my secret was still safe. But I
was still stuck here. "Now, Sue and I discussed it last night, and we
thought we'd prefer it if you stay as you are rather than going back to
being a yucky adult, and I used the term loosely, man." I squirmed,
realising how serious she was and the situation I was in and tried to
protest. "Yes, a proper sissy baby girl will be far better for us
during this trying time rather than a selfish male, laying about the
place." I pulled at my restraints, desperate to get out of the crib.
"Oh, no, you're not going anywhere, baby. No, no, no." She went over to
the changing table and picked up a syringe. "I think you need to go
bedybyes for a little while, just while we get a few things ready. See
you soon!" She leaned over the crib, grasped my leg and plunged the
syringe into my thigh. I cried into my gag as she injected me with the
knockout solution and looked up at the face of my once-trusted Nanny.
The smile that looked back at me followed me into my nightmares as
darkness claimed me.
When I next came to, I couldn't see anything. A headset was on,
swirling patterns dancing before my eyes. And I could feel headphones
over my ears. She was going to hypnotise me! And the gag. It seemed to
be attached to something. I couldn't see, but it was a feeder gag and
the long hose ran up to an IV stand by the crib with a bucket hanging
from it. Inside was around a litre and a half of liquidised swede,
turnip and apple together with a bulk dose of laxative. Just right for
a big baby.
The headphone over my left ear was lifted. "Ah, back with us Baby?"
came Nanny's voice. "Time to re-educate you then. See you soon!" She
released it and music began to play. I screwed up my eyes, trying not
to look at the pictures forming on the headset. But I couldn't stop it.
I had to look. Unbeknown to me, the headphones had already implanted
the desire to watch while I had been out, so I soon had no option but
to look and watch the screen, taking in the content as my mind was
slowly conditioned by the messages under the music playing in my
headphones.
And then, liquid mush started to flow into my mouth through the feeder
gag. I swallowed automatically, another desire implanted by the
headphones. Nanny wanted Baby to eat, so Baby has to eat. It would keep
Baby healthy, and Nanny wanted Baby healthy. Nanny cares about Baby.
Nanny will always look after Baby. Nanny is there to change Baby's
nappies when she makes wettees or poo-poos. Nanny is pleased when Baby
goes wetty or poo-poo. Baby loves to please Nanny. Baby loves wet
nappies. Baby loves poopy nappies. Baby loves her nappies nice and full
so Nanny has plenty to change. Baby will do whatever Nanny says. Baby
will do whatever Aunty Sue says. Baby loves being a baby. Baby loves
big nappies and plastic pants. Baby loves being a frilly sissy girly.
Baby loves pretty dresses. Baby is having the time of her life and
doesn't want it to end.
The adult me struggled, trying to fight against what was being done to
me, knowing full well how wrong it was. But it also wanted it, in part.
After all, I had come here, of my own free will, for a weekend of being
a baby girl. I'd just not expected this. But this was wrong! I must
escape... must escape... must... must... must do as Nanny says... must
go wetty, must go poo-poo... Nanny wants that... must go wetty, big
wetty for Nanny!
As the suggestions over-ran my brain and I continued to swallow the
concoction, my tummy started to rumble and as my peepee started to
trickle into my nappies, my bowels began to open and let out the first
of many loads of poo-poo that would end up in it before the day was
out. Nanny would be so happy with Baby. Baby had gone poo-poo for
Nanny! Good Baby! Ooh, more wetties too! Such a good Baby!
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