Re: Tess and Dave Chapter 2
Tess and Dave
They had been snow skiing. Dave remembered being in a chairlift with Tess. Then he woke up in hospital, unable to move.
He had been indulging in his favourite type of skiing - speeding downhill. He had been attempting a fast turn, when he hit a mogul. A binding had broken, and Dave had slammed into a tree. He had fractured his pelvis, ruptured his spleen, broken one arm and the opposite collarbone, cracked a vertebra and fractured his skull. He had been in a coma for several weeks, and the doctors were not sure he would ever walk again.
However, after weeks of physiotherapy at a rehabilitation centre, as well as intensive work on his impaired mental abilities, his body and mind began to mend. He was able to walk unaided now, and he had recovered most of his vocabulary, for example. His cognitive ability took a while longer, but by the time Tess took him home, he was well on the way to full health.
He was still in diapers, though, and probably permanently impotent. He and Tess had previously talked about a family, but now, as Tess said, she would rather have Dave back than children any day.
Tess had been a great strength to Dave. She had brought Dave home from the rehab centre as soon as she could, for which Dave was now grateful.
At the centre, he had run the risk of becoming socialised to the highly protective lifestyle of the place. Once his physiotherapy was under way, with hydrotherapy, assisted walking and so on, he was placed in a ‘mental health group’, along with other patients with acquired brain injuries. He had been at first a ‘difficult’ patient. He had begun his mental therapy in a group of patients much like himself, but with his vocabulary and cognition problems, he had struggled, despite his efforts to keep up. He was moved to an intermediate group, then to ‘Unit 1’, or ‘the littlies’ group’, as the staff were inclined to call it.
Of the three mental rehabilitation units, ‘Unit 1’ was effectively a kindergarten. Patients worked on exercises involving shapes, colours and sounds, and there was constant supervision. Dave wasn’t pleased that he had been moved ‘down’ from even the intermediate group, but he was less vocal when he realised that the exercises in Unit 1 were something of a challenge too. On his first day in the unit, the ‘teacher’ was showing cards with drawings of animals on them. When Dave’s turn came up, he could t for the life of him remember what noise a cow made. Someone had already said ‘Woof’ in response to an earlier card, so in desperation, Dave tried that.
‘Woof,’ he said, and the response was laughter from the rest of the group.
Other than a woman in a wheelchair who didn’t speak, nor did much of anything, Dave was easily the oldest in the group. The teacher was kind to him, and gave him another chance, showing him a card with a snake on it, and saying ‘sssnake’ to help him out. Dave got it, and felt a lot better.
Dave was also one of the few patients in Unit 1 in diapers. He had twice been put on a continence training program, essentially potty training, complete with charts and stars, but while his bowel continence improved, his urinary continence did not. The note on the card on his bed was changed from ‘training’ to ‘management’, which for him meant diapers 24/7.
The combination of his cognitive difficulties and his obvious need for diapers determined his place in the class hierarchy, where he soon realised that he was some way from the top. Although he was taken under the protective wing to some extent of a kind girl of 12 or so, he found himself being considered by his classmates and even the teachers as one of a group of children at the 3 to 5 year old level. Under the constant, subtle reinforcement of this situation, his full recovery began to falter as he found it easier to fall in with expectations rather than to keep struggling for improvement. The centre was a busy place, one of the Unit 1 teachers explained to Tess, and simply didn’t have the staff to push patients who seemed content with their social level.
Walking was a different matter for Dave. He worked hard at his exercises, and by the time he left the centre, he was getting about with little trouble. But it was Dave’s apparent acceptance of spending his time absorbed in colouring in, playing with coloured blocks or watching the likes of Sesame Street that encouraged Tess to bring him home.
At first Dave sulked, missing his friends in Unit 1 and pestering Tess for toys to play with, but she gradually brought him up to a higher level of function. He still liked toys and cartoons, but Tess at least had him doing jigsaw puzzles and making simple models where there was something to work towards rather than just arranging blocks to be packed away again.
Tess kept working at her job, despite the payment to Dave, almost two years after the accident, of a sizeable compensation from the insurers of the ski hire company and the binding manufacturer. Tess had been made Dave’s guardian while he was in the centre, and she managed the funds very competently. She kept working because, as she told Anthea out of Dave’s earshot, she didn’t want to be ‘a full time mum’. Dave was happy enough at home, although his recent episodes of forgetting to turn off appliances, and cutting himself with a kitchen knife, had made Tess realise that he still needed a sitter, for the time being anyway. She felt lucky that her niece’s nursing shifts allowed her time to go out beyond working hours in the knowledge that Dave was being looked after.
So Dave sat waiting, with his stomach gurgling from time to time. Tess normally put Dave on the toilet for his morning bowel movement while she had her shower, but this morning had been a dry run, so to speak. Tess wasn’t too concerned, as Dave hadn’t eaten a lot in the previous 24 hours, but she had still mentioned it on the phone to Penny. Dave didn’t often mess his diaper, usually being able to get to the bathroom in time, but while he could pull his diaper and plastic pants off, he wasn’t allowed to put them back on without help.
When the doorbell rang, Dave leapt up and opened the door. He was pleased to see Penny, despite her spying tendencies. He had been feeling a little pressure in his tummy, and was expecting Penny to rediaper him after he had used the bathroom.
Penny was an attractive girl, slightly chubby, with long dark hair which she kept in a pony tail. She was wearing denim slacks and a knitted top.
‘Hi Dave,’ she said with a wide smile. ‘How are you feeling?’
Dave tended to be most concerned with whatever was uppermost in his mind.
‘Potty,’ he said.
‘Oh, OK,’ said Penny. ‘I’ll just put my things down, then I’ll give you a hand.’
‘I can do it!’ called Dave, already nearing the bathroom door.
‘OK,mister,’ she said.
She knew the routine.
‘I’ll see you in the bedroom when you’re done,’ she called after Dave, then went to the living room and put her bag on the sofa.
Dave pulled off his pants, tugged his diaper and plastic pants to his ankles, and sat to do his business. When he stood up again, he tried to pull his diaper back up. He got it to his knees before giving up and waddled into the main bedroom. He nearly fell over at the door, and Penny, laughing again, helped him towards the bed and removed the diaper and plastic panty.
She turned him around to sit him on the bed when she exclaimed ‘Oh, Dave! You didn’t wipe!’
Penny thought it was lucky he hadn’t sat on the bedspread. She spent a moment using a baby wipe to clean up Dave’s bottom.
‘Did you remember to flush too?’ asked Penny.
Dave looked sheepish.
‘Don’t know,’ he said.
‘You must wipe and flush, Dave. Every time, OK?’
‘Sorry,’ Dave said.
‘I’ll fix it in a minute,’ said Penny. ‘Lets’s get your diaper on first.’
Penny soon had Dave rediapered, and looked around for his pants.
‘Where are your pants, honey?’ she asked. ‘Still in the bathroom?’
‘Think so,’ said Dave.
Penny decided now would be a good time to end the ‘flyless jeans’ controversy. She went to the chest of drawers and picked out the offending article of clothing.
‘I think we’ll get you some new pants,’ she said. ‘What about these?’
Dave recognised them instantly.
‘No!’ he said. ‘Not them. They’re baby pants!’
Penny had anticipated his response.
‘Now Dave,’ she said. ‘I know you don’t like these…’
'There’s no fly and they’re ‘lastic!’ Dave said heatedly.
‘I know, honey, but that doesn’t mean they’re baby pants. I want to show you something,’ said Penny, standing in front of Dave who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
‘Now, I’m not a baby, am I Dave?’ asked Penny.
‘No,’ said Dave. ‘You’re grown up.’
‘Right,’ said Penny. ‘Now look what I’m wearing.’
Penny lifted the front of her top, exposing her gently rounded, pale stomach and the bottom of her red bra. Just below her navel was the elastic waist band of her denim slacks, with an inch or so of white panty above it.
‘See Dave,’ Penny said, reaching down with one hand and pulling the elastic away from her cotton panties. ‘These are denim, just like yours are, and they have an elastic top. And down here,’ she added, pulling the thin denim taut over the generous bulge of her mons, ‘See, no fly. Just like yours.’
Dave looked at Penny’s bare stomach.
‘Is that a diaper?’ he asked, pointing at the band of white cotton above the denim.
‘What?’ said Penny, then laughed. ‘No, honey, that’s my panties. You’re not meant to see that. Look at the elastic, and no fly.’
‘You look like Tess,’ Dave said slowly, staring at Penny’s crotch. ‘But boys have flys.’
‘Not all boys,’ said Penny, and immediately regretted what she had said. ‘I mean, your track pants don’t have a fly, do they? And if you don’t stand up to wee, I mean, you don’t need a fly in your denim pants either, Dave. I think you’d look really smart in these. Let’s try them on.’
Penny dropped the front of her top. She’d quite enjoyed that, she realised. Impotent or not, Dave had still shown a bit of interest. It had been a while since Penny had had the pleasure of a male inspecting her body, and, well, she thought, beggars can’t be choosers.
Dave hadn’t made any objection, so Penny held out the denim pants and Dave stepped into them. She tugged them up snug, and turned Dave around. She patted the smooth bulge of his diapered crotch. The pants were a little tight, and he did look from the waist down like a chubby girl, but at least he was wearing them. The elastic top and no fly objection seemed to be dealt with.
‘What do you think, Dave?’ she ventured, watching Dave checking himself out in the mirror on the wardrobe.
‘I look like you!’ he said, grinning back at her. ‘We’re twins!’
Penny felt another odd little rush. She went over and stood next to Dave, and lifted her top again. They certainly did look the same. Dave’s diaper didn’t make perfect hips, but his crotch looked just like hers. Imagine a boy being excited about that, she thought. Imagine a girl being excited about it, she thought. She knew that hot, tingly feeling for what it was. She wondered what odd kink in her had surfaced to get her hot and flustered over Dave’s new pants. She actually felt like masturbating, which was not something she did very often.
Dave was thinking back to his happy days in Unit 1. All the children in the unit wore the same clothing, regardless of gender: a plain smock that came down to mid thigh, and full cut ‘regulation’ panties, or in his case, a diaper. Other than names in most cases, and budding breasts on one or two of the older girls, hairstyles were the main guide to gender in the unit. Dave felt quite proud that he now looked similar to Penny. He associated the sameness with the happy times of the unit.
Penny wondered what Dave was thinking. Tess said that he had insight into condition, at some times more than others. For example, he could be quite happy for hours playing on the floor in his diaper. He had shown no concern, for example, when Tess had asked Penny to sit Dave for the first time, and Penny, who had met Dave several times before and since the accident, saw him on the floor playing with his coloured blocks. Yet, Tess said he invariably became agitated if there was a chance that another male, especially an adult, might become aware that he was diapered.
Penny found it fascinating. Tess had told her that Dave knew that he had quite a different life before he had become dependent, diapered and sometimes almost infantile. He was now unable to drive or go out by himself, and relied on Tess as a child might on its mother to ensure his continuing security and well-being. He recognised photographs of himself before the accident, but, Tess said, he seemed to consider the man in the photos a different him, in some different place. Seeing such photos occasionally brought on tears and sulks, even tantrums, but generally, he seemed simply to accept the sad facts.
Dave had just wandered back towards the living room, propelled by Penny’s gentle swat to his padded behind. Penny knew that it wasn’t quite kosher to do that, certainly not up at the rehab centre, but both she and Tess did it often, and Dave never objected.
The phone rang as Dave was passing the kitchen. Usually, he let Tess answer phone calls, but this time he picked up the receiver just inside the kitchen.
‘Hullo?’ he said.
‘Hiya, Dave, this is Phil Smithson. Long time no see!’
Dave didn’t answer. The name Phil Smithson sounded vaguely familiar.
‘Phil Smithson, Dave. KPMG. Golf,’ said the voice. ‘Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten those glorious days?’
‘I’ll get Penny,’ Dave said, and put the receiver on the bench. ‘Penny!’ he called. ‘There’s a man on the phone!’
Penny picked up the phone by the bed.
‘Penny Brookes here. Who am I speaking to?’
‘Phil Smithson. Mate of Dave’s from a few years ago. Who are you? Is Dave OK?’ Phil asked with concern.
‘Look, Phil, I’m sorry. I’m Tess’s niece. I’m just helping out. Erm, Dave was in an accident a while ago. You can speak to Tess, she’ll explain. You could call back this evening, or I could get her to call you.’
‘I’ll give you my number but I’ll call back too. Is Dave OK, though? I mean, was that him on the phone just then? He sounded funny,’ said Phil.
‘He’s OK, he’s recovering,’ said Penny. ‘You’ll have to talk to Tess, really.’
‘Well, OK,’ Phil replied dubiously. ‘I will. Can you say… Erm… Yeah, I’ll talk to Tess. Nice to speak to you, Penny.’
Penny wondered she should say anything to Dave. She decided not to unless he asked.
Dave was back at work on his jigsaw. He looked up as Penny came in, and averted his eyes. Penny knew his little tricks well enough by now.
‘How are you getting on with that Dave?’ she asked.
‘OK,’ Dave mumbled, staring intently at the jumble of pieces in front of him.
‘And how’s that diaper? Do you need a change?’ Penny said.
Dave didn’t answer.
‘Come on, Dave. Are you wet?’ Penny persisted.
‘Off we go then,’ said Penny, stepping forward and taking Dave by the hand.
‘Jigsaw!’ protested Dave.
‘You can finish that later. Come on,’ said Penny, cupping her other hand under Dave’s bottom as he waddled along.
‘Oh, Dave!’ she said. ‘You’re soaked! You’ve just been sitting on the potty! What happened?’
‘I was doing a poo,’ said Dave.
Penny rolled her eyes.
‘You’re allowed to do a wee as well,’ she said. ‘You are silly sometimes! And if you’re wet, please tell me, OK.’
‘I thought you’d be cross,’ Dave said defensively.
‘Cross?’ Penny said. ‘No Dave, I only get cross with you when you are naughty, or when you complain all the time.’
They were walking past the front hall, and the corner by the door where Dave did his penance when required.
‘Corner time,’ he said, looking away and pulling on Penny’s hand.
‘That’s right. You want to stay out of there,’ said Penny, a little surprised at the fear in Dave’s voice when he mentioned it.
‘Tess smacked me,’ he said.
Penny thought for a moment.
‘I know she did, honey. She told me. But that was because you were very, very naughty, weren’t you?’ Penny said.
She was ashamed that she was actually enjoying this conversation, and wanted to prolong it.
‘I cut myself,’ Dave said. ‘And left the thing on in the kitchen.’
‘Yes, you burnt one of mummy’s, Tess’s pots,’ said Penny, correcting herself quickly. ‘And you’re not allowed to touch those sharp knives, are you? That really was naughty, wasn’t it?’
Penny clenched her thighs together as they reached the bedroom. Maybe I’m a closet dominatrix, she thought.
‘It hurt,’ said Dave.
‘What did, cutting yourself?’ asked Penny.
‘No, smacks,’ Dave said, squeezing Penny’s hand as they entered the bedroom.
Oh Dave, thought Penny. Stop it!
‘Well, I hope you learned your lesson, Dave,’ said Penny.
She wondered if she could duck off and masturbate after she had changed Dave.
She soon had Dave in position, lying back on the bed. She took his limp penis in her fingers as she sprinkled baby powder over his crotch. If only this worked, she thought, and of course if only he weren’t married to her aunt.
Penny pinned Dave’s dry diaper up tight around his hips. She looked at him. He seemed to be staring at the ceiling, but his gaze looked farther away than that.
‘Heather never smacked us,’ he said dreamily.
Penny remembered who Heather was. She was one of his favourite teachers in Unit 1.
‘Didn’t she honey? Did you like it in the unit?’ Penny asked, although she wanted to hear about him crying after a smacking from Tess.
What’s wrong with me, she thought clenching her thighs again. This time, she could feel the slight slipperiness down there.
‘It was good,’ said Dave. ‘I want to go back there.’
This was new, thought Penny. What’s brought this on?
She looked down at Dave, and was shocked to see him sucking his thumb. Christ, she thought. I’ve regressed him somehow. What if he won’t snap out of it?
‘Honey, don’t suck your thumb, darling. Only babies suck their thumbs,’ Penny said.
‘Mummy gave me a baba,’ Dave said, leaving his thumb in place.
‘Who? A what?’ asked Penny.
She wondered what Dave was talking about.
‘Baba,’ repeated Dave, talking around his wet thumb. ‘By the bed.’
Penny looked around. Where by the bed? She looked enquiringly at Dave.
‘Mummy’s drawer,’ said Dave.
Amazed, Penny followed Dave’s gaze to the bedside table on one side of the bed. On it was one of the novels Tess liked, a clock radio and a small vase of flowers. Tess glanced at Dave, who was lying on his back, his eyes closed, peacefully sucking his thumb. Tess crept around the bed to the little bedside table, and carefully opened the drawer under its top.
Why am I sneaking, she asked herself, and stood up. In the drawer was a bank statement. Tess tried not to look at it as she picked it up, but she noticed a very long figure on the front.
Under the bank statement were two large baby pacifiers, obviously made for adult mouths. Intrigued and appalled, Penny picked one up. It was attached to a long, double pink ribbon. The other pacifier look quite new. Penny picked that one up, looking back at Dave. The ribbons on this one were threaded through a card covered in infantile cartoons. The card read, ‘To my favouritest, dearest little baby D, with all my love from Mummy.’ There was no mistaking Tess’s neat handwriting.
Penney dropped the card and the pacifier back in the drawer, and her hand went involuntarily up to cover her open mouth. She realised she was still holding the other pacifier, and carefully paced ipthat back in the drawer, then picked up the bank statement from the bed, placed it over the pacifiers and silently closed the door. At the same time, she felt the crescendo of an orgasm building deep in her belly.
‘Oh God,’ she moaned.
Dave opened his eyes.
‘Baba?’ he said.
Penny bit her lip, and went to the dresser, where she stood pressing her clitoris hard against the corner of the dresser top.
‘No baba,’ she managed. ‘I don’t know anything about your baba.’
Penny pushed harder against the dresser top. She lowered her head and shook it. She tried to look away from the collection of makeup bottles, potential dildoes, that she saw glittering in front of her.
‘When’s your birthday, baby?’ she asked after a moment, her whole body stiffening as she rubbed herself, quite brazenly now, on the dresser.
‘Tomorrow,’ said Dave. ‘One more sleep, mummy said.’
Penny soared straight over the top. She gripped the dresser for a long moment,mand stood stiff and motionless before relaxing with a long sigh. She could feel her panties, soaked and sliding over her vulva.
Dave had his eyes closed again, and was still sucking his thumb contendedly.
‘Oh God,’ said Penny aloud.
She gathered her thoughts.
‘You know, Dave,’ she said. ‘Its warming up a bit. I think I’ll take off your pants and that thick top, and just put you in a t-shirt and diaper. Is that OK?’
Dave stirred again.
‘Mummy says I have to wear pants when people are here,’ he said solemnly.
Penny walked to the bed. She definitely needed a change of underwear, if not pants as well.
‘Well, baby,’ said Penny, smiling at Dave as she pulled his denim pants off, ‘I think we’ll give her a surprise. OK?’
To be continued.