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 The Estate (C)2003 d.  edwards/san francisco

   Chapter 10

   By the third bottle, this time taken without any fuss, John was nearly
full to overflowing with formula.  The taste became more difficult to
swallow, and the last half of the third bottle tested his resolve not to
heave up the contents sloshing in his stomach.  Aware of his distress
Delores slowly leaned him back and held his face to get his full attention.

   "I'll unclip your back restraint now if you'll promise not to struggle,
OK?.  You can't get loose but I don't want to see you fighting your
bonds.'' He groaned his assent, needing to at least sit up and relieve his
leg muscles, tired from being in such a folded position for so long. 
Delores draped the cloth diaper over her left shoulder and leaning across
John, unclipped his restraint, reaching around his back to lift him slowly
forward against her chest with his jaw on her shoulder.  Being upright
suddenly released a large bubble of air along with a small quantity of
formula that, to Johns horror, rose up in the back of his throat and out
onto the diaper.  Ohmygod......I spit up.....John was stiff with
embarrassment, his body suddenly tense again.  I puked like a baby.........

   ''There, there sweety, " she murmured, expertly patting his back and
bringing up the last of the bubbles.  Smiling at his rigid body she
continued rubbing and patting his upper shoulders until she felt him begin
to loosen slightly.  She then sat him back from her shoulder and wiped his
face, patting him all around to get the last of the formula and the beads
of sweat on his upper lip and brow.  His face was still flushed but she
ignored his discomfort, continuing to fuss and coo over him while keeping
up a small patter of conversation.  "Oh dear, just a bit of a mess,
welllll, " she crooned, busy with the drawers below his bed, " We'll have a
nice bath tomorrow after you wake up, hmm?  A quick change of didees, then
some breakfast and maybe if you're good some playtime.  You'll get to meet
the rest of the staff, and then we'll see about the afternoon, like I
promised earlier.  Maybe we'll go out after that and get some fresh air. 
How's that sound?", she said as she placed two fingers over John's lips to
ensure his silence.  He could only stare, unwilling to believe her words
and what they implied.

   "Let's get your jammies on now", she said, reaching down and bringing up
a large garment for him to see.  It was light pink cotton flannel with a
pattern of bunnies leaping around on it.

   "Isn't this sweet?  Your wife picked it out for you", Delores grinned,
seeing him pale in shock at her words.  He almost spoke, his throat working
in distress, and she watched with satisfaction at his success with holding
his tongue.  His eyes searched hers anxiously for an explanation but none
was offered, just her steady pleasant smile as if for all the world it was
a normal conversation with an infant.  Spreading the garment down behind
him she leaned him back and had him raise his bottom.  Bringing the fabric
up from between his spread legs and over his diaper and plastic pants she
then pulled up the sides and began fastening the snaps, covering both arms
and the center flap, binding him in a snug cocoon of flannel.  He started
to struggle at the tight confines of the swaddling cloth, tears again
working their way down the sides of his face.

   ''Now now little one, lie still,'' as she drew the warm flannel tighter
against his arms and crotch with the last of the snaps, "We've got a long
day tomorrow and baby needs his rest".  She leaned over him and playfully
brushed her nose against his causing him to turn to avoid the contact.  She
only giggled and brushed her lips across his ear, watching as a flush rose
up his neck.

   ''I just so love you as a baby, all nice and cuddly........we're going
to keep it that way for a long, long time, isn't that nice?  You'll have
nothing better to do all day except nurse and fill your diapers, wondering
why you're here.......".  John started to struggle in panic again, helpless
against the straps that bound his legs and arms, sweating now with the heat
of the thick layers that that bound him.  Leaning back she smiled at his
efforts and raising up the rails of his bed, locked it into place.

   ''Not that you'll be rolling out of bed,'' she grinned, pinching his
cheek gently.  And to John's further dismay she held up a pacifier on a
small loop of ribbon for him to see.

   ''Next lesson, hunny bunny........this is yours.  It's to be kept in
your mouth at all times", she said, clipping it to his collar and forcing
it between his lips.  He immediately tried to push it back out but her hand
held it firmly in place.

   ''You will do this, and you will keep it in your mouth unless it's
removed by myself or the staff", she said firmly, keeping her hand on the
plastic ring.  ''If you don't take this now I've got a much more painful
pacifier that you'll have to sleep with, and I don't think either of us
wants that now, do we?" John paused and she tried again, this time pushing
the soft rubber nipple back between his lips.

   ''Now let me see you use it, show me you can nurse on a pacifier
properly.'' John at first couldn't bring himself to start nursing until she
raised an eyebrow warningly.  His face flushing, he reluctantly opened his
clenched jaws and started a rhythmic sucking that bought a smile back to
her face.  Still keeping eye contact with him, she then popped open a few
snaps of his sleeper, sliding her hand under the plastic panty and into his
diaper, feeling along the downward shaft of his penis to check for
dampness. He jumped at her sudden intimacy, a sharp cry of protest making
it's way past the pacifier.

   ''Still dry....good, you should be fine until the morning.'' Running her
finger around the plastic pants she checked the edges, making sure they
were laying flat.  "Don't want any leaks", she added, seeing John's sudden
realization that he was going to be made to use them.

   ''That's right, little man, diapers it is, for as long as we feel
they're necessary.'' The pacifier fell out of his mouth...as long as.......
necessary?  He began to pant, panic rising up in his chest.  Pulling up a
soft cotton blanket over him and snugging it tightly around both his arms
and legs she re-inserted the pacifier, giving it one last tug to make sure
it was secure in his mouth, leaned over and kissed his brow.  "Good night",
she whispered, "We're going to have such a good time together".  John
groaned, near tears, struggling helplessly as she turned out lights and the
door closed behind her.

   Chapter 11

   (the dream)

   (It was late in the second half, the score a lopsided 21-0 and John and
his buddies had settled down for a second half of serious beer and
bullshit. Laying back on the couch John felt the sudden urge to go to the
head and got up unsteadily, his body seeming to float off the couch and
into the hallway leading to the bathroom.  Walking down the hallway the
urge to piss mounted as he drifted closer.  Opening the door bought the
sight of the toilet, open and waiting, and his hands fumbled with their
urgency to get his zipper down and his cock out.  His bladder was bursting
as his hands continued their fumbling and his zipper finally gave way as
his cock flipped out into his hands and he relaxed into the pleasure of
release.  He felt the sudden heat of urine in his pants and looking down
realized his fly wasn't open, that urine was pooling in his pants
and...............)

   .......flowing down over his balls between his cheeks, wetting them with
hot urine.  He tried sitting up with a lurch, trying vainly to stop his
pissing mid-flow as he began waking.  He tugged against the bindings,
straining helplessly to move his arms, and the effort woke him fully, his
memory of the day flashing into hot anger and then into fear.  He began
thrashing about in a blind panic as his arms fought against the flannel
that snuggled his limbs.  With a small cry he collapsed back onto the
mattress, the warm diaper a clinging reminder of his situation.  Despite
relieving some of the pressure his bladder was still quite full from all
the formula Delores had stuffed into him, and the pain began building once
more, radiating from his bladder up his back to his kidneys in dull steady
waves.  He reluctantly tried letting just a little urine out but once that
muscle loosened the pressure overcame his control and a flood of urine
started to fill his diaper, trickling down between his balls, and spreading
over his hips and up his backside.  With a sigh of relief he relaxed and
let the flow swell to a flood as the moisture crept up the sides and over
the edges of the disposable and into his plastic pants.  The faint smell of
urine reached him as his diaper began to swell, trying to absorb his flow.
Straining to lift his butt up off the growing pool only made him aware of
the large amount of urine sloshing in the plastic pants and since he
couldn't turn over he reluctantly lowered himself back down into the warm
liquid with a shudder of disgust, hoping it wouldn't spill out onto the
bed.

   The diaper continued to absorb his urine, swelling to a warm, tight
clamp against his cock which had started to swell at the sensation, causing
John some additional discomfort.  Delores had wisely tucked him in a
downward position when diapering him, knowing his charged state.  Rocking
slightly shifted the damp folds against his penis, bringing a feeling that
swelled his member further, but the acute angle and the tight confines of
the moist diaper kept that pleasure at bay, frustrating him even more.

   Surprisingly the pacifier was still in his mouth, his reflexes having
learned to hold it there through his struggles.  He felt its rubber shape
with his tongue, rolling it around, trying to find a spot in his mouth
where it wasn't so, so......baby-like, he thought in embarrassed disgust.
Trying to push it to one side like a cigar almost made it slip from his
mouth, making him panic with his fear of the consequences.  Fully awake
now, his mind tried to make sense of his situation, darting like a
frightened sparrow in a cage, unable to understand this new set of bars. 
His confusion seemed to crash in on him and he suddenly saw himself lying
there, looking down from a point above the bed: diapered, swaddled in baby
clothes, with a pacifier and wet diapers.  It was too much for him, and in
the dim early hours of the morning he started crying again, a growing
tightness in the back of his throat beginning to choke him.  He groaned
with the pain of unfamiliar emotions pushing their way past the knot there,
his crying now turning into full chested sobs.  But he was not alone in his
agony as one other pair of eyes and ears were watching from above.

   Chapter 12

   Observing John's struggle, Dr.  Martha Collins leaned back in her chair,
rubbing her tired eyes as she pushed away from the monitors that lined the
console in front of her.  Other screens had images of bodies quietly
sleeping, although one screen, Room C she noted, showed a slow
menage-et-trois, the body in the middle clearly the recipient of most of
the attention.  The sound was off but it was clear this patient was more
than a little reluctant, his lack of cooperation with his muscular trainers
costing him a great deal of anguish, she noted.  She would check on him
later, after the correctional session was over.

   Turning back to John's screen she watched him calm and settle back down
into the mattress.  The first day and night were most important and Martha
had insisted to her staff that she take the night shift in this particular
case.  Delores had done her usual brilliant work, getting the patient to
acquiesce to just about everything without too much bodily damage.  The
sensors in his room along with her observations that evening had told her
much about John, helping her to decide on the treatment he needed to meet
the goals she and Elena had set for him.