The Special Ward

 Brightlights screamed into his eyes as he came to. He tried to sit up, but felt 
a strong hand push sharply on his chest forcing his back firmly onto the padded 
surface of the trolley.

 Can you hear me Mr. Wicks... You’ve had an accident, relax now.

 The voice echoed around inside his head. His eyes tried to focus on a shadowy female 
figure in white above him. As he came round, the pain arrived, centering itself 
on his head and leg. He groaned and forced himself to concentrate. Caused by an 
accident, What accident? he asked himself. 

 The question was soon answered by the Nurse, stepping smartly next to the 
trolley.

 "Mr. Wicks, you were knocked over by a 'hit and run' driver, the police wanted 
to speak to you this evening, but you've been unconscious for the last three 
hours." 

 She paused, waiting for any questions. None were forthcoming so she continued. 
"You've had a nasty bang on the head and you've rather smashed up your knee, 
nothing serious, but you might need surgery later on."

 Tommy lay quietly as the pretty girl continued. "We'll be keeping you in for a 
few days, maybe a week, just to make sure that everything is OK. Do you remember 
anything at all?"

 Tommy stared blankly at her for a few moments then replied; "I'm sorry, 
everything seems a blur.."

 "Don't worry," she smiled down at him, applying a reassuring pressure to his 
arm. "You'll remember everything in a couple of days."

 His pretty Nurse introduced him to the Ward Sister who instructed a couple of 
young Orderlies to look after him. Tommy found himself being lifted into a 
corner bed in a small room of three. The girls pulled the curtain across and 
proceeded to undress him. Under normal circumstances he might have found this 
rather exciting, if not slightly bizarre, but in his present condition even 
being undressed was an extremely painful operation. 

 Although his left knee was wrapped in plaster, his whole leg and lower torso was 
very tender. He moaned softly, gritting his teeth while the young Nurses 
finished their task.

 Tommy's nightmare really began the next morning. As he returned to life from 
sleep, he lay still for a few moments, trying to get his bearings. He had  had a 
strange dream that he'd been swimming in a vast sea with nothing on the horizon 
in any direction. The dream had been vivid and at first, tranquil and pleasant, 
But as he continued to swim in no particular direction, fatigue and panic had 
set in. Slowly but surely, he'd found himself sinking. The realization of death 
by slow drowning had brought him out of the Nightmare and into this unknown 
environment. 

 As the moments past, memories of the previous evening came flooding back, the 
Nurse, the Ward and the young orderlies who had undressed him. His bed felt 
familiar, a memory from a previous time. It didn't need his wandering hand to 
discover that the bed clothes were soaking wet. The warm, damp feeling was 
surrounding his body. He felt that this should disturb him, but strangely it 
didn't. A reminiscent vein appeared, breaking through the veil of amnesia. He 
recalled his own flat, and the daily routine of washing the sheets.  His mind 
became a hive of activity, Tommy had to force many thoughts away to concentrate 
on his present situation. Of course, he was a chronic bedwetter. He had been for 
as long as he could remember. 

 Nothing had worked, nothing had cured him. It was just a fact of life. Washing 
the bedclothes everyday was an normal chore. As recollections pored into his 
mind, he suddenly realized that he wasn't at home, this wasn't his bed and he'd 
never had the problem of taking his embarrassing incontinence away from his own 
secure surroundings. 

 A cup of tea rattled on the bed-side table and the slim middle-aged Ward Sister 
smiled down at him.

 "Good Morning Mr. Wicks, did you sleep well...how are you feeling?" Her bright 
composition didn't last long as Tommy stuttered his reply.

 "I'm ..I'm sorry err Sister, I appear to have.. err.. wet the bed.." Her 
reaction was unpredictable and startled him considerably.

 "You must be mistaken Mr. Wicks. No-one wets the bed on my ward, that only 
happens on the children's ward." A dry. cold hand rested on his brow, her icy 
voice took on a threatening tone. "You would have told me last night if you had 
a problem in that direction, wouldn't you?" She didn't wait for his reply but 
quickly moved on to the next bed.

 Ten minutes later a young nurse approached the bed and without looking at him, 
picked up his half-finished cup of tea. Tommy plucked up courage, reading her 
name off the ID. tag on her chest and boldly stepped into the breach again.

 "Err.. excuse me Nurse Wilson, err don't go.." The girl turned around.

 "Yes Mr. Wicks, I'm very busy you know?" Tommy cleared his throat, 
"I've had.. had an accident," he stammered at her, feeling his face crimson 
over. The Nurse waited, impatience evidently in her eyes. "I've wet the bed you 
know, I'm sorry...could you please change the sheets?" he pleaded. He raised his 
arms as she pulled back the bed covers exposing his naked form lying on the  
sodden, stained bed linen. Frowning, she replaced the blankets.

 "There's nothing in your condition that would suggest a bladder problem, be 
honest with me, this is not a new experience is it?" she enquired.

 "Tommy sighed deeply and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I've been wetting the bed 
for as long as I can remember.." The girls voice took on an angry tone, "why 
didn't you tell the staff last night when you were admitted?" He blushed deeply.

 "I never envisaged ending up in hospital, did I?" He started to get slightly 
hysterical. "Surely I've not committed an offence..." The Nurse pushed down 
gently on his shoulder, placating him slightly.

 "Calm yourself Mr. Wicks, now tell me.. Do you normally wet the bed every 
night?" Tommy wiped an imaginable tear away, and mumbled into his chest.

 "No, it only happens about once or twice a month." He lied, "What's all the 
fuss about anyway!" He was upset now, shouting at her. "When the hell are you 
going to change the sheets!"

 The Nurse was annoyed at the loud, aggressive tone and noticed the other 
occupants of the ward were staring in their direction. She was getting very 
angry now.

 "Shh.. Mr. Wicks," she hissed at him. "you are behaving like a little brat in 
more ways than one!" The girl gained confidence on seeing his ego rapidly 
deflating. She leaned over the bed and whispered in his ear. "Little Boy, don't 
pee in the bed tonight will you!" The scorn in her voice cut him to the core. 
"And Little Boy, your soiled sheets might be changed tonight, if you behave 
yourself and remain silent for the rest of the day."

 Tommy spent the rest of the day lying in the damp sheets. The shameful thing 
was that he couldn't do anything about it. All the Ward staff were aware of his 
hidden secret. It made him feel dirty, childish, and guilty. What the hell is 
going on here, he wondered to himself. Most of the day he worried and fretted, 
feeling dirty lying on the damp, smelly sheets. The Ward staff came and went, 
bringing him meals, drinks and medications. Each time, they  had that all-
knowing grin. "Do you want anything else...Sir?" The sarcasm was obvious and 
left him feeling furious and humiliated.

 "He was awakened from a shallow sleep by the clatter of the curtain being 
pulled around the bed. Three Nurses circled the bed, two of whom he recognized 
as his tormentors during the day, the other he didn't. 
Nurse Wilson introduced her.

 "Mr. Wicks, this is Nurse Sally.." Tommy stared at her tall, slender form. She 
was dressed very differently from the others, who wore the usual hospital blue 
tunics. Nurse Sally had a tailored light brown dress, with a petite white 
starched cap perched on top of her silky blond hair. She was devastatingly 
beautiful with big blue eyes that bounced around his aroused mind.

 "Hello Tommy, may I call you Tommy?" Nurse Sally smiled at him. Nervous and shy 
in front of this divine creature, it took a great effort on Tommy's part to even 
nod his head, he continued to stare at her. Nurse Sally slowly tied a white 
rubber apron around her waist, the movement exaggerating the full firm breasts 
beneath her tunic.

 "I'm from the special ward Tommy," Sally glanced at the other two Nurses and 
then returned her eyes to his own. They tell me that you've got a bed wetting 
problem Tommy, is this true?" Tommy blushed deeply and blustered back at her.

 "Well, not exactly.. I mean, sometimes.." Tommy changed onto the offensive, 
 
 "What is the 'Special Ward' anyway? Nurse Sally slowly pulled the bedcovers 
back, overcoming a minor rebellious resistance by the patient. She dropped them 
on the floor at the end of the bed. 

 Now, not only was he exposed in a most humiliating manner to these three strange 
women, but he was dreadfully aware of his penis being in almost a full state of 
arousal.

 The two Ward Nurses were smiling as Nurse Sally lightly traced a path with her 
hand up his thigh, finally coming to rest with a feathered touch on his scrotum.

 "If you wet the bed tonight Tommy, the Ward Sister will transfer you to the 
Special Ward," she stated quietly. Her finger drew circles around his belly 
button, dangerously close to the tip of his now throbbing manhood.

 Something in Tommy snapped, he'd been treated like a third class citizen for 
the last 24 hours, his broken body on open show, being forced to lie on damp, 
smelly sheets and this final display of wanton subjugation caused his blood to 
boil.

 "How dare you all...get out," he screamed. "I want my clothes, I want them now!" 
Tommy swiped at Nurse Sally's hand and made painful contact. She winced and 
rapidly withdrew from the bed. "I have never been treated like this in my life 
before!" Saliva spat out of his mouth as he glared at Nurse Wilson. "I'm 
discharging myself and I want my clothes now." He shouted out the last three 
words causing the three girls to look startled at each other. Nurse Sally 
quickly came to their rescue.

 "Of course Tommy, hush now, all we want to do is one more X-ray and then, if 
you feel so inclined, you are free to discharge yourself. OK?" 

 That mollified him slightly and realizing that he had the upper hand, pressed 
home his attack. His dark eyes blazed away at Sally, who, like the others, was 
looking decidedly pale.

 "After this bloody X-ray, I want an immediate interview with the hospital 
director, do I make myself clear?" He glared at the girls, feeling very smug 
that finally he had the upper hand. The Nurses were frightened now, realizing 
that there jobs were on the line. Tommy even managed a satisfied smirk. Nurse 
Sally, acting as the spokeswoman, forced a smile to her lips.

 "Of course Tommy, I'll see him myself after the X-ray.

 A wheelchair was produced and the Nurses helped Tommy into a dressing gown. 
With modesty recovered, Tommy felt slightly happier and cooperated with this 
beautiful girl from the 'special ward', what ever that was.

 Nurse Sally, with a knowing look at the other two girls, wheeled Tommy out of 
the ward and into a lift.

 "Are you sure that this is the way to X-ray? Tommy turned round in his chair, 
suspicion etched across his brow. The elevator had deposited them in the 
basement and Nurse Sally was wheeling him down a cold draughty corridor. 
The sound of kitchens and laundry departments were clearly audible and the 
occasional ancillary worker passed by.

 "Won't be long now Tommy," Sally pressed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Look; 
we're here already." She unlocked a large brown door and guided the wheelchair 
into a brightly lit room, locking the door behind her. Tommy jumped painfully in 
his chair, panic showing in his eyes.

 "What's going on, bring me my clothes..."he screamed fearfully, he had been 
duped. This was no X-ray Department, he should have realized that as soon as 
they arrived in the basement. He started shouting obscenities at Sally, throwing 
his arms up. They were in a small coffee shop, a Maxpax machine stood in the 
corner and half a dozen chairs were arranged around two tables. Ducking his 
flailing arms, she rapidly pushed the chair towards double blue swing doors at 
the end of the room, Sally pressed a bell and waved through a glass porthole at 
someone on the other side. 

 Tommy panicked, and attempted to rise. With his good leg, he heaved himself out 
of the chair and turned to escape. A strong hand round his neck pulled and 
wenched him back in his chair. He wailed with pain as his leg took most of the 
trauma and started screaming violent threats at her. Nurse Sally expelled a long 
sigh of relief as the door was opened and she pushed her vehement patient into 
the 'Special Ward'

 Tommy felt a slight prick as another Nurse injected a sedative into his arm 
while a struggling Sally tried to keep him still. The tranquilizer had an 
immediate effect and although remaining conscious, he have no control over his 
muscles; in fact, he couldn't even speak.

 "How long will it last?" asked Sally, still shaking from her ordeal. Her 
colleague shrugged her shoulders.
 
 "Oh, an hour, maybe two. He's a small lad so it will probably be about Six 
before he recovers full mobility. We better get him padded up before he loses 
control, that's normal with this drug."

 They managed easily to lay him out on the changing table. Although Tommy 
couldn't see what they were doing, his sense of feel was certainly not impaired. 
Every touch seemed to be amplified, that certainly applied to the pain in his 
knee. He moaned softly as they arranged his limbs on the plastic surface. A 
voice called out from somewhere behind him.

 "Can I help please Julie?" pleaded a  young female.  

 "Get back into bed this instant Sam or you'll find yourself lying on this table 
next." Sally's colleague spoke sternly to her, like one would threaten a naughty 
child, thought Tommy. It certainly worked. He heard running feet and the 
bouncing of bed-springs.


 Tommy looked at Julie, she was dressed in the same manner as Sally but where 
was she when they were giving out the good looks, he thought unkindly. She was 
under five feet with short black hair and judging by her shape, certainly 
enjoyed the richer things in life.

 The girls removed the gown, leaving him naked on the plastic surface, every 
touch grated on his nerves and their busy hands felt like hot coals. His thighs 
were pulled apart and cold cream was rubbed into his most intimate parts. He 
didn't have the strength nor even the will to object, but just lay there 
groaning. 

 "He smells a bit," commented Julie, lifting his hips as Sally slid a thick 
nappy underneath.

 "I know," Sally replied. "That lazy crowd up in Orthopedic left him lying in 
filthy sheets all day. We'll wash him in the morning, that will give him time to 
acclimatize himself to his new home." She tucked a liner under his bottom and 
pulled the front of the nappy up, covering his genitals and pinning it at each 
side of his hips. Julie held out a pair of waterproof pants.

 "No, silly," laughed Sally. "Fetch the side fastening ones, those won't fit 
over the plaster!"


 When the rubber pants were snugly in place, Tommy felt himself being lowered 
down onto cool, cotton sheets and a light duvet was pulled across him. He was 
very sleepy and felt a comforting sense of security drift over himself. He 
wasn't aware of a muted rumbling coming from under the quilt.

 "Just in time Sal," grinned Julie.

 Sally stroked his hair.  "I'm happy just to see him sleeping, he's had a rough 
deal over the last two days. Starting tomorrow, we must make sure that he's 
given the opportunity of the 'full treatment'."

 Julie raised her eyebrows, "Full treatment?"

 "Yes Darling, replied Sally. "We only need loyal, happy patients here. I 
certainly don't want another 'rebel' on the ward like Gareth. That poor boy 
never had the opportunity to love anybody in his life."

 Sally turned and addressed the only other member of the ward.
 "Sam Darling, time for your bath, hurry up now." Sam scampered up and took 
Sally's hand while Julie secured the bars around Tommy's bed.


 "Come on Sleepy head, wake up!" Tommy heard Sally's voice and came out of his 
sleep. "I've brought you a nice cup of tea." She helped him sit up and placed 
the cup in his hand. He sipped the hot brew automatically, satisfying his 
unusual thirst.

 "So this is the Special Ward," he said breaking the uncomfortable silence 
between them. "How long am I to stay here?"  She noticed a note of resignation 
and bitterness in his voice. 

 Sally sat on the bed and touched his arm. "Tommy Darling, We want what you want 
and I think we both know what that is." Her kind tone stirred something deep 
inside him and he gazed into her smiling eyes.

 "What do you mean?" He asked.

 "Have you anyone at home who really cares about you? I mean, really cares in 
every sense of the word?"  She cupped his chin and guided his eyes to look at 
hers. His silence answered her question and his eyes watered over. "Tommy, here 
in the Special Ward, we care," Sally said earnestly. "All we want from you is 
the opportunity to show that we care, and in return, your short stay with us 
will be the happiest of your life, I promise you that sincerely...." 

 "Thank you Sally, that was the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me." 
His voice was heavy with emotion. "But why the Special Ward, why the cots, and 
these.." Both hands reached down and stroked the front of his Rubber covered 
Nappy.

 "We don't pretend to be able to cure incontinence here but nine times out of 
ten, when you return a patient to childhood, you soon become aware of the cause 
and then you can start dealing with the 'guilt'."

 Sally paused to allow her explanation to sink in. Tommy had a look of puzzled 
concentration on his brow. She smiled at him.

 "Darling, don't fret about it, after a few days, soon you'll begin to understand 
a lot more. Everyday, in fact, every hour that your here, will give each of us a 
wonderful opportunity of learning a great deal about each other and about 
ourselves. We have no inhibitions or shame here. Guilt is like an 'ugly toad' 
that we throw out of the window."

 Tommy found himself smiling along with here, "Do you understand Darling?" She 
stroked his cheek, Tommy found her tenderness flowing into him. Subconsciously, 
he held her hand against his lips and kissed her. She gently pulled her hand 
away and patted his padded rubber loins. "We better get you changed before 
Breakfast, you've been in these smelly things all night." Tommy immediately 
crimsoned over and looked like a small boy, ready to cry. She frowned at him. 

 "What's wrong Darling?" she asked.

 "I'm sorry," he burst into tears. "It's just that I feel so ashamed!" She 
gently wiped the tears of his cheek and softly reminded him of the all important 
rules. No shame, guilt or inhibitions were allowed in the Special Ward!

 With the minimum of fuss she changed him. It's his first big test, she thought, 
if he copes with this, he'll cope with anything. She pulled the soiled nappy 
away and dropped them in a pail at the end of the bed. 

 Tommy still had that childish look of dread and terror on his face which 
fortified her conviction that he had experienced an unhappy childhood. Hopefully 
in a few days his face will paint a very different picture. Tenderly, she washed 
and applied cream to his sore bottom. Eventually, after fresh waterproof pants 
had been stretched around a clean nappy, he managed a weak smile and a 'thank 
you'.

 It wasn't until Sally had wheeled the changing trolley away that he had his 
first glimpse of 'Sam'. His mouth fell open at the sight of her. He wasn't a 
total innocent but the sight of this young girl dressed only in Nappies sent a 
hot flush around his body. She was sitting on her bed watching the Breakfast 
show on TV. Sam looked up at him and smiled. Totally oblivious that he was 
staring at her half naked body, she got up and approached his cot.

 "Hi!", she greeted him with a big smile. "My name's Sam, it's short for 
Samantha, your called Tommy, aren't you?" He liked her immediately, her fresh 
young complexion mirrored her nature and he returned her smile warmly.

 "Yes, that's right, and it's short for Thomas!" They laughed together and spent 
the next twenty minutes with small talk. They had a lot in common and Tommy 
warmed to her immensely. She was seventeen and had been a patient here for the 
last five weeks. 

 It saddened Tommy to know that she was being discharged in three days time. She 
explained that it was time she re-entered the big bad world outside.

 "You mean you can leave here when ever you want?" He had asked.

 "Of course Silly, it's not a mental asylum you know," she laughed at him. "But 
I'll miss this place, especially Sally and Julie, they've been like the mothers 
I never had," she added sadly.

 "What about the Nappies, will you miss them?" Tommy impishly demanded, a sly 
grin on his face. Sam blushed and giggled. 

 "Yes and no, I'll miss having someone like Julie always around to change them, 
but I'll certainly be wearing them at home." He reached out and touched her 
hand.

 "Sam, have you any friends?" he asked. She dropped her eyes and returned a 
squeeze to his fingers.

 "No, not many, I was really mixed up when I first arrived here, people thought 
I was a bit crazy and a loner. The Nurses here were so kind and loving that I 
eventually changed my whole attitude to life. I now feel like I've been reborn 
again." Tommy was moved by her frank admission. He leant forward and touched one 
of her breasts, cupping it lightly in his hand.

 "Sam, your a beautiful girl...I would like to be your friend, that is if you 
want me." Tommy said heavily, his eyes not moving from her own. Sam responded by 
kissing him on the mouth.

 Footsteps at the end of the bed brought them out of their passion. Blushing 
they both looked up at a smiling Sally who was holding out two bowls of 
Breakfast cereal.

 "Come on you two lovebirds, time enough for that later but now you've both got 
two finish your Breakfast, Tommy do you like toast?"

 Nurse Julie arrived at mid-morning and after a short conference with Sally they 
approached the two patients. Sally pushed a hand under Tommy's rubber pants and 
found him wet.

 "Time for the Morning Change, Darling, wait there." She returned with the 
trolley and all three girls helped lift him onto the changing table. He was 
apprehensive about Sam helping in this still embarrassing operation but her eyes 
showed real affection and there was no malice in her pretty smile. Everyone 
helped remove the wet waterproofs and sodden nappies and strangely enough, Tommy 
felt no shame at his enforced nakedness. While Julie and Sally were washing his 
genitals, Sam was openly admiring his body. With no constraint at all, she 
pushed a hand through a busy sponge and towel and cupped his sexual organs. They 
smiled at one another.

 "Tommy," she said. "You've got a beautiful body, you know. You don't mind me 
touching it, do you?" He felt his penis grow under her light touch and within 
seconds it was straining the air.

 "Sam, you can touch me whenever you like," He laughed. "Only please don't stop, 
whatever you do." Sally finished drying him and smiled at his aroused state; She 
stated pulling on a disposable plastic glove.

 "Tommy, I'm going to give you a little internal examination but I don't want 
you to be worried at all, in fact I think you're going to find it very pleasant 
indeed!" Tommy did look worried, especially when Sally covered her protected 
index finger with lubricating jelly. Julie lifted his right leg and placed it in 
a stirrup. Sam, clutching his moist penis reassured him with a quick kiss on his 
lips.

 "Don't fret Tommy, were going to release all those nasty tensions out of you, 
lie back Darling and relax.." she cooed at him. Sally gently, but firmly pushed 
a finger deep into his rectum and moved it around slowly. The sensation was 
magnificent. He screwed up his eyes as he felt Sam take his throbbing cock deep 
into his mouth. From somewhere deep within his loins he sensed the pulsating 
arrival of a veracious explosion. At the moment of oblivion, his burning penis 
was freed from Sam's mouth and a ferocious orgasm left his body. He screamed 
with pleasure as irrepressible sperm splattered everywhere, coating his face, 
hair and running in tracks down his chest. Never in his entire life had he 
experienced an orgasm quite as turbulent as that. Even Sally was surprised. She 
left her finger in place for a few moments while Tommy descended gently down to 
earth again.

 While they bathed and pinned a nappy on Tommy again, he maintained a constant 
smile on his face. He'd never been so happy in his life and he laughed and joked 
with his Nurses. They moved the changing table closer to his cot so he could 
watch Sam being changed. Nurse Sally was a little cross with Sam on discovering 
that she was wet, claiming that she should have asked for the potty.

 "That's what all this potty training's for," she scolded lightly.
Julie laughed. "It's only because she want's Tommy to see her getting the same 
treatment, nobody likes being left out! Come on Sam, lift your bottom!" she 
ordered.

 Tommy watched mesmerized as Sam's pants and nappies were stripped off, 
revealing this lovely girl's superb body. Sally pulled her patients thighs apart 
so Tommy could examine and absorb Sam's hairless vagina. He found his breaths 
coming in short gasps as the blood started rushing around his body, feeling the 
now familiar stirring of his swelling sex in his tight nappy. When Sam had been 
washed and dried off Sally cooed in baby talk at him.

 "Nurse is just going to take her Babies nappy off again and then we are going 
for a cup of coffee." She reached under the folds of toweling and touched his 
hard member. Tommy found himself pushing  his hips up to meet her hand.

 "Good, baby's ready." Sally said smiling. As she withdrew her hand, Tommy 
frowned. Sally reassured him.

 "Hush child, save it for Sam." She undressed him and accepted the offered 
contraceptive from Julie, which she deftly rolled onto his excited cock.

 "We'll be back later, you two have a good time!" Sally grinned at them and 
discretely left the room with her colleague.

 When they were alone, Sam jumped off the table and stood at the side of the 
cot, her slim thighs inches from his face. They studied each other silently, 
emotions flowing between them. God, she's got a beautiful body, thought Tommy. 
He slowly maneuvered a hand between her knees and crept upwards. Sam had to 
support herself on the headboard as her legs weakened and her thighs parted. His 
bold fingers reached the apex of her groin   and immediately they were covered  
in a warm sticky fluid. Tommy felt inside her, and her love juices rolled down 
the inside of his hand. They watched each other quietly as he deliberately 
sucked on his fingers and then returned them to her sublime vulva. She moaned 
softly, bending her knees to permit unhindered access and allowing his fingers 
to explore even further. Pushing his hand through, he reached her rear orifice, 
allowing a moist finger to trace light circles around her anus. He pulled her 
forward over the mattress, making her position herself astride his chest.

 Sam slid down until she perched across his swollen penis. She sat up, and 
guided his hot cock to the mouth of her vagina. She stayed there for a moment or 
two, relishing the fullness of his glands in her. Slowly she subsided onto him, 
shuddering as a thick seven inches greased into vagina.  She rested heavily on 
his crotch, feeling his wiry pubic hairs on her smooth vulva. Feasting on this 
delightful intrusion which was pressing on her cervix, she started a slow 
bounce, enjoying the overwhelming sensation of pleasure flooding across her 
body.

 Tommy smiled up at her, although his desire was strong, his penis was stilled 
dulled so soon after sex and he was experiencing intercourse with a much 
increased perpetuation. He gazed at Sam, her eyes closed and gradually relishing 
the act of love. Her firm breasts bounced gently on her perspiring chest.

 "More, Darling give me more!" she screamed as her orgasm flashed over her eyes. 
Her wailing reached a crescendo as she wallowed the intense spasm of excitement. 
Tommy cried out in pain as her sharp nails tore tiny trenches in his chest. Sam, 
puffing heavily, laughed and dropped forward to kiss him on the mouth.

 "Darling, that was heavenly...but you haven't come?" She climbed off and sat on 
the edge of the mattress, handling his still firm penis. 

She didn't wait for him to answer, but climbed over him again, pushing her feet 
under his shoulders. He watched fascinated as she slowly lowered her bottom onto 
his face. Her sex, now smelling sweetly of love, floated over his mouth. Tommy 
edged his tongue into her wet fanny, quickly feeling her prominent clitoris. At 
this contact, she dropped heavily onto him and squeezed with her thighs. Tommy 
was in the clouds, all his senses were surrounded by her glorious sex. The 
function of breathing became unimportant as his nose slotted against her rosebud 
and his mouth was superimposed by her pussy.

 Sam let him enjoy the queening for a minute, pleasuring in the stimulation of 
her clitoris, before bending down to take his rubber coated cock into her mouth. 
Her fingers felt the orgasm coming and they dug  deeply into the prostrate at 
the final moment. His hips shivered as the spasms racked his groin, and Sam felt 
the violet ejaculation hit the rubber at the back of her throat. Her own orgasm 
followed immediately,  and they both cried out simultaneously.

 Sally smiled as she spoon-fed his lunch, his food had been put through a 
processor and although tasty, he showed minor rebellion by pointing out that Sam 
was sitting at a table and eating by herself. Also she didn't have to wear a 
bib!

 "Tommy!," Sally said crossly, "Sam is leaving us in two days time, she should 
be able by now to eat by herself."

 "But I can eat by my self as well," he retorted. Sally sighed and put down the 
spoon.

 "Darling, as I explained this morning; we're going to return you to childhood. 
First to Infancy and then to the toddler stage. Sam has grown up now. She's 
ready to make her own way in the world outside this room. She couldn't have done 
that before." Sally patiently explained.

 "Am I an Infant now then?" he asked, slight hurt showing in his voice.

 "No Sweetheart, we must take you much lower than this, maybe in two days time. 
When your a new baby, we'll be looking after you like a brand new baby." Tommy 
looked confused and she tried to explain: "We will take you down quite quickly, 
hence the feeding procedure and the Castor Oil you'll be receiving after 
lunch..."

 "Castor Oil?" he interrupted. Sally smiled at him.

 "Yes Darling, Little Babies always use their nappies to the full, don't they? 
We want your natural functions to behave like an Infant's would. Do you 
understand?" Sally waited for an answer. Tommy nodded his head glumly, and 
accepted the next spoon of Cottage Pie.

"Supposing I don't want to take any Castor Oil," he said with his mouth full, 
wondering how far he could push this beautiful woman. 
Sally pushed another load of food into his mouth and Her eyes darkened over 
slightly.

 "There are always Enemas, Catheters, tranquilizers...need I go on?" Her tone 
softened, "Darling, please don't fight me, the Infancy stage will only last a 
week and then you grow up slowly to the Toddler stage and beyond.. You remember 
what I talked about this morning?" Tommy nodded.

 They finished the meal in silence, both with their own thoughts. Sally smiled 
smugly to herself as he meekly took his Castor Oil.


 Tommy's happy stay in the Special Ward passed all to quickly. Discovering all 
sorts of revelations about himself, he threw himself into the training that his 
Mentors had prepared for him. The 'Morning Change' took on a new significance 
and he looked forward to the event with great anticipation. Gradually the Ward 
filled up with new patients, all with the same problems and fears as he had 
first experienced. When finally the plaster was removed from his leg, the Nurses 
had two weeks of intensive Potty Training to prepare him for the outside World. 
Even with their increased Workload, Sally and Julie were sad to see him go and 
on his final morning when a bright and breezy Sam waltzed in to collect him, 
both Nurses burst into tears.

 When everyone had recovered, Sally hugged Sam and Tommy and wished them all the 
best.

 "Everything ready at home?" asked Julie, with a knowing smile on her face.

 "Tommy's surprise is a secret," scolded Sally. "Let them go!"
Everyone laughed except Tommy  and he looked completely mystified. Sam, pulling 
him by the arm, led him through the blue swing doors...



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