Robert squirmed uncomfortably as Nanny Susan settled him into the contraption. Miss Bracegirdle explained, "yes, originally two seated, for twins or close birth siblings, once the front seat is removed it is easily converted to suit, shall we say, a slightly older toddler." She smiled down at Robert as she bent toward him. " These shoulder straps can be used to keep him safe and secure if need be."
Nanny Susan wheeled Baby Bobbykins triumphantly out of the shop. "I'm sure Baby Bobbykins is going to attract a lot of attention dressed as he is and sitting in his magnificent new pushchair, somehow I don't think he needs strapping in," she laughed.
Robert sat anxiously in the pushchair as Nanny Susan manoeuvred him toward the centre of town. Turning into the high street she stopped outside the grocery store. "Won't be long Baby Bobbykins, you just sit there and wait for Nanny, but don't fall asleep, it will soon be your baby bedtime." She wiggled his dummy before disappearing into the shop.
Robert sat in his pushchair and without thinking intensified the use of his dummy. Nanny Susan had been correct, how could he just get up and walk away. People in the town now knew him as the disturbed teenager who had regressed to wearing little boy outfits and babyish pyjamas. The ensemble he was currently wearing would hardly change their mind. He was already attracting knowing smiles and people were nudging each other as they walked past.
Imagine the scene if he were to walk about on his own. As he was musing, Nanny Susan returned and tweaked his nose. "What a good Baby Bobbykins, using your dummy and waiting patiently for Nanny. Time we got you home and then it's off to beddy byes with you."
Aunty was waiting as they returned. "Ah Nanny, excellent, the pushchair will be useful for the long walks we will be taking him on eventually. Please give him his bottle feed and then you can take him straight up and get him ready for bed. He may as well have an early bedtime to get him used to the new sleeping arrangements."
Aunty strode away and Robert was distraught at her coldness toward him. She appeared to have devolved all her responsibilities to Nanny Susan. Robert missed the cuddles and kisses he used to get from Aunty as she tucked him in at night, when it was just the two of them he had quite enjoyed being treated like a little boy, but now…
Nanny Susan hummed contentedly as she removed Roberts clothing and secured the seventeen year old into his high chair. It wasn't long before a bowl of suspiciously glutinous substance was put on the feeding tray, along with two bottles of his special, "sleepy-time" milk.
"Whose a lucky boy then," she cooed, as the first spoonful was raised to his firmly closed lips. "Does Baby Bobbykins not want his leftover veggies then? You must eat so you can become big and strong like Nanny," she laughed. Holding his head in a tight lock with her left hand she forced the mush into his mouth. It was a relief when she triumphantly declared, "All gone Baby Bobbykins, well done!"
But there was to be no respite, for almost immediately the teat of the first bottle of milk was eased between his lips. Nanny Susan tilted the bottle and Robert was forced to swallow in an ever quickening fashion. The inevitable happened when he was half way through the second bottle and milk spurted from his mouth as he choked.
"Oh dear, oh dear Baby Bobbykins, does he need his windy woos up again den?"
Two sharp thumps to his back cleared his airway and sadly for Robert the feeding resumed. "Clever boy, all gone. Her condescending, baby talk voice was beginning to upset Robert and he decided he had better give her some home truths. After all, he was seventeen and not a baby, it was ludicrous the way he was being treated, wait until he saw Aunty.
Then he yawned, suddenly he was tired. Perhaps he would wait until tomorrow to see Aunty, Nanny Susan could put him to bed perhaps. yes he would sort everything out in the morning, he was a big boy!
Robert was taken upstairs to his room. His bed was no longer there, instead, in the space under the eaves was an old fashioned, child's cot. Along the wall was a changing table, so those were the new arrangements Aunty had spoken about. Robert gazed at the cot. He wouldn't be sleeping there would he? He was seventeen for goodness sake. Although he was tired, he needed somewhere to sleep. Perhaps he would sort it all out in the morning.
Nanny Susan lifted him up on the changing table.
"It's nappy time, nappy time for ickle Baby Bobbykins," she sang as she unfurled the recently purchased nappies and rubber pants. "Who's a lucky boy then? Look what Aunty has given me?" Nanny Susan took the key and unlocked his little device.
Her words now seemed soothing and pleasant. Robert began to giggle as Nanny Susan poured baby oil on him and used her hands to caress and massage the oil around his groin, he moaned and began to respond to her touch.
"Lovely talcy powder now Baby Bobbykins, hmm, is that good?" She asked as she rubbed the talc into his smooth, hairless crotch. Robert squirmed with pleasure.
"You see what happens when you are a good boy Baby Bobbykins? Nanny Susan can make nappy time lots of fun if you behave."
Baby Bobbykins lay there, enjoying the sensation that the seventeen year old had seldom experienced. Nanny Susan was right, this was lovely, why shouldn't he be a good boy for Nanny Susan. If he was really good Aunty might love him again too.
"Now for your new fluffy nappies, Nanny Susan is going to make Baby Bobbykins all snugly-wuggly for beddy-byes, yes she is."
She tightly pinned his new fluffy nappies on and flapped out the latex pants. He was disappointed that it had all ended without culmination but his pee-pee was free of the device and he was enjoying the sensation of the soft nappies nestling against his skin.
"Hmm...smell the lovely rubber Baby Bobbykins, what a lucky boy you are indeed."
Nanny Susan rummaged in the dresser drawer, "Now, let me see, what jimmy-jams can we find for a cute baby like you, ah...it has to be these yellow pair with the blue bunnies, I bet you look very sweet and babyish wearing those Baby Bobbykins."
Baby Bobbykins wasn't too pleased. He hadn't worn those pyjamas for at least a year now, but as Nanny Susan eased his feet into the bottoms and buttoned him into the top he now appreciated the soft flannel material caressing his body, in his nappies and jimmy-jams he felt safe and secure.
She stood him in front of the mirror, her hands on his shoulders as she crouched to whisper in his ear.
"Look how sweet you are Baby Bobbykins, all ready for beddy-byes in your lovely bunny wabbit jimmy-jams and soft fluffy nap-naps. Isn't it better being cosy wosy and safe rather than being bullied by those nasty boys at school?"
Robert stared at the reflection in the mirror. The bulge of his nappies were quite evident under his pyjama bottoms. He liked being Baby Bobbykins, he liked the sensation of wearing nappies and he liked his bunny rabbit jim-jams too, he couldn't think why he had stopped wearing them at all.
Nanny Susan continued. "You know, I think Aunty is jealous of how close you and I have become Baby Bobbykins. We need to show her you still love her, that you are still her little poppet, then she won't make me put the device back on you and we can have fun at nappy time." Nanny Susan's hands moved downward, stroking his pyjama clad arms.
"Remember when I caught you sitting on Aunty's lap wearing your dinosaur jim-jams? You were using baby talk to avoid getting your bottom smacked weren't you?"
Robert remembered. He nodded, it was an old trick of his to get Aunty to let him off spankings, even when he deserved them.
"Well then, why don't you talk like that all the time, she will know you love her. And why not clap excitedly when you see her coming and hold out your arms for a cuddle, how could she possibly resist such a sweet little Baby Bobbykins?"
Robert looked at his pyjama clad, nappy wearing image in the mirror and decided.
"Baby Bobbykins wuvs Aunty lots and lots Nanny Thusan," he said.
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