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

   Chapter 16

   She walked over to the corner, and rolled a flat plastic surface
alongside John's bed.  Removing the rest of John's panties and soaked
diaper and unsnapping the flannel onsie from his arms she gave John some
instructions, talking to him as she might a toddler.

   ''OK, sweetie, I'm going to lower the side and unsnap your harness and
you're going to squirm over to this crib on your back, legs first, all
right?" She felt more than saw his cooperation, trusting him not to do
anything foolish as he lifted his bottom and inched sideways onto the new
surface.  His cheeks and back told him he was on a slippery plastic surface
as Delores busied herself with his restraints.  Taking several wide straps
she attached them first to his upper arms and then his upper legs, just
below the fold of his buttocks.  Watching John's face for any sign of panic
she first unlocked his wrist from the waist belt and reattached it to the
strap on his arm, snugging up the tension until he winced and letting it
off a notch.  Repeating this with the other hand she moved to his legs and
attached both ankles to each leg, forcing both heels to almost touch his
bottom.  His hands could now just brush his face but little else as he
tried reaching his pacifier but Delores pushed his hand away.

   "Remember what I said?, she reminded him, "only I and the staff can
touch it".

   "This will be a little tight at first, but you'll eventually be more
comfortable this way", she said, testing the new restraints.  They spent a
few moments moving his legs around, flexing his cramped muscles into their
new position.  She moved around him and began folding up all four sides,
locking the corners together and sealing the seams, as John realized he was
now in a large portable bath bassinet.

   ''Hold on honey", she said, touching a button on the pager at her side,
"You're still too big for me to push across the carpet to the sink.''
Looking down at him she stroked his belly, waiting.  Presently a young man
in his mid twenties came into the room and walked over to the crib.  "Yes
Ma'am?", he asked, glancing only once at John.

   ''Please help me wheel him over to the sink", she said, not addressing
him by name.  Silently he complied, pushing the crib firmly over the thick
pile and alongside a large stainless basin.  Reaching under the bath he
unhooked a long hose and attached it to a panel on the side of the cabinet,
close to the floor.

   ''Anything else, Ma'am?", he inquired, keeping his eyes down.

   ''Thank you, no.  You may leave,'' she said, dismissing him and turning
to back to John.  Suddenly smiling again she took a large shower head from
the sink, and after adjusting the water to the correct temperature brought
it over to the tub and carefully began wetting John from neck to toe. 
Taking a small sponge she rubbed his skin gently, working down from under
his arms and across his chest, pausing at his belly.  Looking him in the
eye she spoke slowly, testing his obedience.

   ''Without hesitating I want you to raise your legs and lean each one
against the side of the tub,'' she said slowly, watching to see his
response, ''....now.'' John hesitated just a second, still not able to
willingly expose himself to her.  Seeing the quick flash of disappointment
on Delores' face he started to tremble, his legs going limp in despair. 
Overcome with dread, the tears welling in his eyes, he heard several sharp
clicks and saw she had attached large curved metal braces on either side of
the bassinet near his knees.  Lifting one leg at a time she hooked each
over a brace, bringing him into a fully exposed position, shaking her head
slowly.  "You would have had to do it anyway, you know," she reasoned,
smiling sadly at his teary face, "You'll just have to think about that
during your punishment later this afternoon." she reminded him, making John
groan around the pacifier, as he lay his head back in resignation.  'He's
almost there....almost broken', she thought, returning to her task. 
Turning the shower head back to his spread buttocks, she let the warm spray
wash over his anus and scrotum and using the sponge began to wipe away the
talcum and feces clinging to the hairs around his anus, making sure to
watch his face while rubbing him so intimately and observing the blush that
again filled his face.  She soaped up her hand and slowly rolled his
scrotum between her palm and fingers, rubbing her thumb over each soft
testicle and stretching his sack to coat it thoroughly.  Bringing up the
thick lather to his pubic hair, she paid careful attention, cleaning every
inch exposed to her firm hands.  Reaching down between his legs she pulled
a small plug and let the water and foam drain as she reached over to the
cabinets and pulled out a large jar.  Snapping on a pair of plastic gloves
she scooped up a large hand full of heavily scented creme and began to coat
John's body with it.  He squirmed and grunted in protest at the cold paste
being smeared over his chest and arms, his feet and hands wiggling
helplessly in distress.  Delores smiled, ignoring his protests, and
continued to spread an even layer everywhere on his torso, up to his neck
and down to the top of his pubic hair.  Stopping for a moment she opened a
jar of petroleum jelly and massaged a small glob onto the head of his penis
and worked a small finger full into his anus, causing him to clench his
buttocks, the tight ring clamping down in protest at the unwanted
intrusion.

   "Hold still and keep those cheeks relaxed, little man," she insisted,
continuing to rub the jelly into his tight little rosebud.

   "This is nothing compared to how painful that creme would feel if you
weren't protected,'' she admonished, realizing that John didn't yet
understand what she was doing.  'Won't he be surprised', she smiled to
herself, hoping it would bring him closer to where she wanted him. 
Finishing with the petroleum jelly she resumed applying the creme, now
rubbing a thick layer into his pubic hair and moving up the shaft of his
penis, covering every hair.

   "Watch my eyes honey", she prompted him, as he was desperately trying to
be elsewhere, "Keep your attention on my face, don't look any where else
sweety", she said, making sure he obeyed her.  He flushed as she continued
rubbing down between his legs, working the thick creme over the fine hairs
of his scrotum and the thicker fur on either side of his anus and perineum.
He began to squirm in earnest as the creme started doing its work, the
itchy discomfort starting to grow.  With her eyes only occasionally
glancing down to check her progress she resumed speaking.

   ''You're going to be so nice and smooth now, so sweet and kissable. 
Every woman in the ward is going to want some of this delicious belly and
those plump thighs,'' she teased, rolling his scrotum in her hand, working
the creme into every fold.  John moaned, his eyes starting to tear up again
as her words drove home just how helpless he was, how, like an infant, all
decisions had been taken away from him.  He was totally at the mercy of
women he didn't even know or understand.  He thrust weakly against the
braces, folded and exposed to her touch.  ''It will be so much easy to keep
you clean now you know, no more hair full of poop...." she saw his eyes
widen, his head rocking in denial as his tears increased.

   ''Um hmm, that's right sweetums,'' she cooed, continuing to apply the
hair remover, ''Full baby treatment for you, all day, every day.  Won't
that be nice?" She looked down at him as her hands were smoothing creme
onto his legs, calves and ankles.  "You'll get used to it, my little man,
and it's your life for as long as we say so, you know.'' John cried out
loud, unable to do anything else.  'Perfect!', Delores thought, delighted
with his reaching this stage of his regression so quickly.  Stepping back
she stripped the gloves off, admiring her work.  "Let's just leave that on
for the next half hour, then we'll do your back and sides.  We really don't
want a hair on your body, do we, John?", she asked, waiting for a response.

   ''Do we?", she insisted, leaning over him, testing him.  Squirming with
discomfort, John nodded a reluctant 'No'.  Delores smiled, satisfied for
the moment with that small victory.  Moving away from the crib and kneeling
down on the carpet she busied herself arranging the floor furniture for
their afternoon, placing various clothing items, bottles and changing
materials around a large soft blanket decorated with printed flowers and
honey bees.  Satisfied she pressed her pager and shortly heard the click of
two pairs of heels in the hallway.  Turning she saw two young attractive
nurses, dressed in uniforms as Jasmine had been, standing by the edge of
the carpet.  Rising, she walked them over to the bassinet.

   "Julie, Annabel, please come over, I want you to see our newest ward,''
she said as they got their first look at John.

   ''He's going to be with us for quite a while, six months at least,'' she
continued, seeing John start to tear up again.  Having two attractive women
seeing him splayed open caused a fresh wave of anguish for the bound man,
bringing up an involuntary moan as he tried to avoid their stares.  They
leaned over him, pressing closer.

   ''Ooohhh,'' Julie consoled, leaning over John and wiping his eyes, ''Do
we look so mean you don't want to spend time with us?" John turned his
head, unable to bear looking at her and found himself instead peering into
the face of Annabel, her dark Asian eyes filled with concern.

   ''Well, if you don't like Julie, perhaps you'll play with me?", she
said, trying to coax a smile from him as she brushed his cheek gently.  He
could smell the fresh scent of her hand as she continued stroking him, and
he turned back, and then back again, surrounded by three women, unable to
avoid their gazes.  He started to close his eyes, his chest tight with
embarrassment, causing him to pant around the pacifier.

   ''Eyes open, John.'' Delores said quietly, holding his jaw towards her,
''You need to get used to this, honey.'' He sobbed at her touch, yanking
his head away, but not closing his eyes as she had asked.  Continuing their
caresses the two younger nurses watched as Delores prepared to remove the
creme, adjusting the spray temperature and coming back over to the tub to
begin the rinse.  As she moved the sponge over his torso, each wipe removed
creme and hair to reveal smooth, bright, baby pink skin.  Working the
sponge under his arms, she followed with the spray, gently washing away
every trace of masculine hair.  His belly and groin were next, the rinse
revealing his limp and withered penis laying on top of a plump pubic mound,
now suddenly looking much more infantile without its crown of hair.

   ''How sweet,'' Julie said, reaching over and holding his penis, ''It's
so cute.'' she giggled, rolling it in her hand.  Looking into his eyes and
giving it a small squeeze she asked "This won't be giving us any problems
will it, John?'' He didn't respond, suddenly distracted by the intense
sensation of her soft hand on his over sensitized penis which immediately
started to swell.

   Noticing his reaction Delores motioned to Annabel, ''Ice pack please'',
and turning to John she removed his growing erection from Julie's soft hand
and explained to her, "He had a run in with another nurse about an hour
ago, an uncalled for.....um....sexual provocation.  It was unauthorized and
she should have known better.'' The two nurses glanced at each other,
guessing correctly who Delores was describing.  ''The Director and I will
be dealing with her immediately this afternoon.'', her tone making clear to
them the severity of the offense.  Turning back to John she admonished him
gently, '' None of that here sweety, babies don't have those here, OK? 
We'll make sure you don't have any reason for this to happen for the next
several months so you won't suffer like you did earlier.'' she said, as
Annabel came alongside, smiling at John's eyes glazing over with the
meaning of her words.  Reaching forward she took his penis in one hand and
quickly slipped the cold gel-pack onto his stiff member, it's soft elastic
fitting him snugly.  John screamed and suddenly bucked against the
restraints, a wave of choking panic overcoming his fear of punishment as he
tried to free himself from that icy grip and the future they had in store
for him.  The straps held his legs and arms snugly and the frame of the tub
flexed, easily absorbing his most violent twisting.  The three women stood
alongside the bassinet watching calmly, confident he couldn't get loose. 
Shaking his head free of Annabel and Julies' caresses he strained and
grunted with a blind fury, only to succeed in barely lifting his cheeks off
the bottom of the tub and splashing them slightly when he slapped down
again.  Screaming in frustration around the pacifier he continued to heave
and strain, making Delores pause momentarily until he came to rest, where
she quietly resumed stripping him of hair.  When she finished wiping the
last downy tufts from between his spread cheeks, the three nurses watched
him continue to thrash against his restraints for several more minutes, his
cries filling the room until he finally tired, going limp against his
restraints, his breath hoarse from his effort.  Glancing at each other they
all smiled, noticing that even through his last tantrum John hadn't spat
out his pacifier.  Their looks agreed silently 'He's beginning to learn
already.  '

   Chapter 17

   Finishing up rinsing the rest of John's body, the nurses all admired his
new smooth pink appearance, running their hands gently over his limp body,
commenting happily on every soft pink fold.  Delores replaced the shower
head and Julie bought over a large fluffy towel and began wiping him dry.
John lay resigned to their touch, exhausted and now beyond caring.  The
thought of......  no, he couldn't even complete the words in his head, it
brought him such pain....and he didn't want to go there now.  They gently
unhooked his knees from the hooks, lowering his feet back down and sat him
up to dry his back.

   ''We'll finish up the rest later'', said Delores, ''after he's had his
nap.  I think our little lambkins here is a bit over-tired.'' Releasing a
clutch on the side, the bassinet slowly lowered to the floor where Delores
then unlocked one side, letting Johns feet and buttocks slide off slowly,
knees first while Julie and Annabel held his shoulders and gently slid him
down onto the blanket.  "He'll be so much easier to manage once we get some
of this weight off of him,'' Julie said, breathing a bit heavily with the
effort.  Delores shot her a warning glance and a quick shake of her head to
caution her not to speak further.  Julie, realizing her blunder, paled and
glanced down at John.  He lay there passively, overwhelmed with all that
had occurred these last two days.  After his last tantrum he felt there was
nothing left that could even begin to shock him into action; every effort
he made was so easily batted aside; ' like a baby....' he thought, taking
one huge depressed sigh.  He was now even too tired to cry, wanting instead
to just simply fade away into the blanket, wanting to be one of the honey
bees he saw there next to his cheek, one of the soft fuzzy bees drifting
from flower to flower........His eyes, now glazed and unblinking, slowly
closed, letting the feel of soft flannel under his cheek and the faint
smell of lavender calm him down.  He started to drift, aware of distant
voices and movement over him as the three nurses settled down around him.
Gently picking up his head Delores settled it back down on a plump chamois
pillow, easing his neck and Annabel tucked a flannel quilt around his naked
form, giving him the feeling of sinking down into warm water.  The three of
them sat there, the afternoon sun a warm pulse of heat against the drawn
shades and the sound of gardening coming through the windows behind them.
"May I change him?", Julie asked softly after a few minutes, looking at
Delores, who paused to check that John was actually asleep and then nodded
her assent.  Quietly, so as not to wake him, Julie spread open a plastic
panty and diaper and tucked them partially under his backside, adding a
thick liner in the center.  Cradling John by the shoulders she slowly
rolled him onto his back, leaning his knees against her, getting him onto
the diaper without waking him.  He murmured but didn't waken, his pacifier
bobbing a few times, bringing smiles to the three women.  Gently releasing
his ankle clips Julie very carefully extended each leg, spreading them wide
in an almost womanly sexual gesture, and then tucked ankle to knee and knee
to ankle, crossing his shins where she then attached a very wide,
semi-rigid band, keeping his legs firmly spread apart.  She finally
unhooked his wrists and reattached them to his waist belt.  Bending his
penis down between his legs, she bought up the liner and diaper, snugging
it up firmly to his pubic bone.  She then folded the sides up over the
center panel while securing the adhesive strips and began snapping the
plastic panty into place just as John began to stir.

   "Perfect timing, well done", Delores complimented her as John continued
to waken.

   "Could you get me a back support, Annabel?", she requested, nodding over
to a large foam padded wedge at the edge of the rug.  The young nurse
quickly brought it over behind her, letting Delores lean to one side and
relax her back and arm.  With Julie's help she Raised him up slightly as
Delores snuggled under him, partially cradling him with her legs and gently
leaned him back into the crook of her arm, tucking his cheek just under her
full right breast, quieting him back to sleep.  She looked down at him
affectionately as he lay there, breathing slowly, exhausted from this
mornings events, filling her chest with his warmth as he sank deeper into
sleep.

   Chapter 18 (a dream) (He lay in the afternoon grass, stretched out on a
soft blanket spread over thick grass on a hillside, his head in her lap
where She, whose face was in the sun overhead caressed his forehead with a
smooth fluid motion that melted his form into a drowsy pool.  There was no
other world outside her arms, no origin to the day, no fear of night, just
bright sun and her warm thighs against his damp neck.  He tried to roll
over, tried to get to the source between her legs, to that small world that
would soon engulf his but his legs remained still, her will keeping them to
the ground: he felt a small twinge of regret, the rejection making him less
somehow.  Her love was over him then, in the swell of her breast above his
cheek and nose, the soft rise just out of reach.  His hands began to lift,
to touch, to caress her nipples into hard points beneath his palm, to begin
the slow dance of pleasure..........again her thoughts held him in check,
denying but not rejecting, keeping his arms quietly in her lap.  Groaning
inwardly with the heat rising in his groin.....but there again, something
held his cock in check, keeping it tucked firmly between his legs where the
ache of his swelling grew.  Even that rising pain bought pleasure, making
his hips rock slightly with the pleasure/ache of it.  His lips parted,
reaching for her breast, his eyes dazzled by the sun...................)

   Holding him in her arms, Delores watched his eyelids roll with the
movement of eyes busily dreaming.  She noted his hips shifting
rhythmically, and on a sudden intuition turned to Annabel and nodded over
to the kitchen area.

   ''Bring me a Trainer and heat up an ounce, no, make that two ounces of
milk,'' she said, and the young nurse moved briskly to comply with this
unexpected request.

   ''There should be some fresh from Lisa; I know she's been producing
quite a bit more than her infant needs, it's in the lower left bin of the
fridge.'' Within a minute Annabel walked over, kneeling alongside Delores,
and passed over a milky white, hollow silicone breast form with a prominent
areola on top capped by a thick prominent nipple.  The base was rigid, with
a tiny air hole allowing Delores to stop and start the flow of milk while
feeding John.  Taking the base and turning it over slowly she deftly pulled
his pacifier out from between his pursed lips with her pinky and gently
brushed the swollen tip across Johns parted lips, a single drop of cloudy
milk at the tip.

   (Her blouse was open somehow, revealing the silky white contour of her
brassiere, eyes drinking in the intimate feminine curves, Her full
succulent flesh urging him closer.  His mouth watered suddenly, a wonderful
sweet smell filling his senses as he found himself somehow at her breast, a
swollen turgid nipple drawn deeply into his palate, tongue pressing and
pushing, lips and throat eager with the taste, his desire complete as the
warm sweet taste of milk filled his tongue and throat....)

   Delores felt a small rush of pleasure and both nurses smiled to see John
raise his chin and open his lips to draw in the nipple.  She expertly fed
him more of the breast, watching as his jaw opened and his lips worked
their way over the areola, pulling the nipple into a proper position deep
in his mouth.  When he was properly latched on, the breast fully drawn in
and pressed against his nose, she slid her finger off the air hole,
allowing some of the warm milk to be drawn into the back of his throat.  He
responded as she suspected he would, swallowing easily, drawing in more
breast milk as his tongue, knowing its instinctive way, pulled and prodded
the nipple against his palate.  'I knew it my little hunny bunny, I knew
you were just an angry frustrated little baby at heart, all this fuss and
kicking about just a pretense to hide your real desire.  Once we get that
silly male ego out of the way we'll certainly get along much better.  I've
got you now, my little lost man....' Delores gently started to pull the
nipple back out of John's mouth, deciding to test his will at wanting to
nurse, and continued to tug lightly at the breast.  Everyone grinned in
approval at his insistent suction, drawing the breast out to a distended
oval before Delores broke the seal of his lips with her finger, the breast
slipping from his mouth with a soft pop.  She swiftly re-inserted the
pacifier and passed the Trainer back to Annabel, hiding it from Johns' view
as he gradually started to open his eyes, wakened by the subconscious loss.


   (Where....?  The pleasure had filled his senses, the sudden loss making
him search.........  A great wash of sorrow came over him, bringing up
intense hot tears to his eyes which burned behind his eyelids, his chest
filled with pain as a great breath was drawn in, pulling him closer to his
surroundings......  He felt soft lips purse gently at the tears collecting
on his cheeks and opened his eyes, hoping to see Her.....)