Chapter Eight.
That night passed like a nightmare for Lady Charlotte Spencer. The doctor didn't
even shave her for the stillbirth delivery. When he'd gone Charlotte lay in an
agony of pain, bleeding copiously with Dave fussing about her during the night.
The following day Charlotte lay on top of the bassinet completely drained and
still bleeding strongly. Dave solved the bleeding problem by despatching one of
the staff to a local chemist to purchase some adult incontinence diapers. These
Charlotte wore for the next two or three weeks, she lost all sense of time, till
the bleeding abated.
During this time, in her weakened state, Dave would lull her to sleep with his
hypnotic eyes, crooning baby talk to her and making her feel totally protected
and childlike.
What he did was to plant autosuggestions in her mind that he and Rita would use
to good effect when Charlotte was somewhat recovered.
It must have been about three weeks after the event that Dave and Rita
considered Lady Charlotte was fit enough to bathe and resume whatever demeaning
and humiliating tasks they had in mind for her. Charlotte's illness however
hadn't prevented them from making her feed several babies each day whilst she
was recovering. Lady Charlotte however couldn't take anything more solid than a
kind of reinforced goats milk.
It was during this time that Rita called in a specialist in skin conditions. As
well as her scalp he administered local injections under Lady Charlotte's arms
and pubic area, the doctor then implanted what he described as dermal papilla
cells. "It's quite new and experimental," he explained. "The cells should
trigger the skin into producing hair follicles. I'm quite grateful for the
opportunity to try out my new process on this lady. You should find her hair, if
not checked, will re-grow to its normal length in a matter of two weeks."
Rita thanked the doctor with a self-satisfied smirk.
Two days later the doctor returned. He checked on the scalp and pubic areas and
seemed satisfied. Then, on Rita's instructions, he conducted some microsurgery
on Charlotte's breasts. Using this technique he sucked out a large amount of
subcutaneous fat from her breasts, leaving them still producing milk but drained
flat and a little scrawny. Rita was well satisfied with the doctor's work.
One evening whilst they were bathing her, Charlotte heard them talking quite
openly about her present mental condition.
"How much control do you think you've gained then David?" Rita was asking him
intently.
"Absolutely complete" was his definite answer. "I can regress her back to the
very day she was born if I want. She'll go any time of day or night that I wish
now."
"Good" replied Rita. "I want her back to about three or four month old. The only
thing is, I want her to be able to understand us and what we say to her but I
want all the other baby traits, incontinence and helplessness et-cetera. Do you
think that's possible?"
Charlotte didn't even feel it happen to her. She suddenly felt warm and
comfortable as she lost the use of her legs and slid slowly down into the warm
water. She knew she'd nothing to fear, as Mummy's man friend caught and
supported her as she gurgled and squealed with delight, splashing her parted
bent legs in the bath water mischievously. She loved bath time and the slippery
soapy hands of her Mummy making her lovely and clean.
Rita saw the transformation with her own eyes yet still couldn't believe it.
Lady Charlotte had immediately regressed and adopted the classic baby posture,
lying on her back in the water with her legs and arms bent and wide. She was
even curling her toes and fingers inwards in an infantile fashion. Her face lost
any look of intelligence and slipped very naturally into a look of innocent glee
at being pampered.
Both Rita and Dave were very pleased that after the stillbirth Charlotte's
lovely body showed no stretch marks, her waist returning to more or less normal
and her hirsute tummy just a little plumper. Her large breasts had lost a lot
of their size, now reduced to small sized sac's that flopped somewhat loosely on
each side. The only thing that Charlotte hadn't lost was the large brown
aureoles surrounding her jutting leaking nipples. This was made even more
evident due to her breasts smallness, a good part of the mounds now covered by
the overlarge aureoles.
"I've got something lined up that's finally going to make some money for us
personally. The estates are still too tied up in her name for us to have made
anything up till now. This puts quite a new light on things. However I'm afraid
that the hair will have to go all over, but that should be OK as she should now
have accelerated hair growth since that small operation."
"You mean you want me to shave all her hair off?" asked Dave, who'd just
finished shampooing it.
"We'd better," said Rita thoughtfully. "Its going to be messy enough at times,
now we've got a big baby on our hands without making work for ourselves. I
intend to leave her in this state for quite awhile to get her behaviour patterns
as natural as I can."
With an ease brought about by a good few years of nursing, Dave shaved Lady
Charlotte's pubic area and armpits clean of the long black hair. Directing his
attention to her head he checked again with Rita. "You reckon it's really
necessary to have this off? It's really gorgeous."
"As I said. She grows it at a hell of a rate now and she'd look a peculiar baby
with it. Just leave a small top-knot and by the time she goes to the couple who
want her it'll be starting to grow again."
Without any more argument Dave sheared the longest of Charlotte's beautiful
black hair off with scissors, lathering her head and shaving the remaining
stubble leaving Lady Charlotte's head bald and naked with just a thin short
'Mohican' style left on top. Throughout his ministrations Charlotte gurgled
happily, splashing the water with her bent legs and arms but submissively
remaining still when he requested her to.
Dave lifted her out of the bath and laid her on a large bath towel. Charlotte
lay there cooing happily as he dried her off, leaving her glowing pink and
contented as she gurgled at them both.
Now she was out of the bath Rita could see how much Charlotte had really adopted
a babyish attitude. She lay on her back like a large pink frog; her legs bent
and spread apart baring her hairless genitalia that lay gaping open for them
both to view.
She had her right thumb in her mouth and was sucking at it furiously, an
indication that she was hungry. Her greatly reduced breasts were now flattened
against her, the large aureoles resembling two cork place mats against the white
of her flaccid mounds. Charlotte's newly shaven head only added to the elegance
of her pretty face.
Rita gently took Lady Charlotte's thumb from her mouth and applied a baby pink
non-smear gloss lipstick to them, accentuating the lovely cupids bow shape of
her lips. She also applied a peach foundation cream to her face, neck and bare
skull, highlighting Charlotte's high cheekbones with a deeper pink face rouge.
She lifted up Charlotte's legs and liberally shook some baby talcum powder on
her bottom and vulva before fastening on a pink adult "Pampers" diaper.
Rita had bought a whole layette that she'd had specially made for Lady
Charlotte. She pulled a towelling material pink vest over Charlotte's baldhead
and down to her waist. 'That should take care of the seepage from her tits', she
thought.
Next came a short cotton nightie, again in pink with humiliating little bunny
rabbits around the neck and short puffed sleeves. Over this she attached a pink
bib with a portrait of Bugs Bunny on the front. Rita finished the whole effect
off with pink knitted bootees and a pink babies bonnet that covered Lady
Charlotte's baldhead up and haloed her pretty face with a large brim.
"My, my, my! Doesn't she look sweet then?" crooned Rita, tickling Charlotte's
tummy and making her cheeks dimple with silent laughter. "Does she want feeding
then?" she went on, unbuttoning the front of her blouse and taking a shapely
breast out of the cup of her white brassiere.
Rita had Dave place Charlotte on her lap as Charlotte greedily and quite
contentedly sucked away at Rita's spurting nipple. "This is going to be a
selling point here," said Rita after awhile, squeezing milk out of her breast
whilst Lady Charlotte suckled at her. "Get your prick out and lets see if my
idea will take off and fly right."
Dave took out his penis and sat on the bassinet as Rita pulled the protesting
Charlotte away from her breast. Placing Charlotte down on the bed by Dave's lap
she turned Charlotte's face to his limp organ.
Dave put his hand on the back of Charlotte's head and introduced her mouth to
his penis. Charlotte eagerly took it in her mouth and greedily sucked away at it
making loud smacking noises.
As Charlotte was contentedly sucking away at this ingenious pacifier substitute
Rita explained. "I'll feed her mothers milk as much as I can. You'll prepare a
reinforced feed for her laced with her tablets and a laudanum mixture that
should keep her gratified. Its going to be about two weeks we'll have to keep
her like this till the couple can take her. They're paying a bloody great pile
of money for her so it'll be worth the trouble."
Dave listened to Rita with half his attention. His penis had hardened and was
jerking with passion as his dream girl sucked away innocently on his member. He
suddenly exploded inside and pumped semen into Charlotte's greedy mouth. She
happily swallowed the sticky sperm and had to be pulled protesting away from his
slackening organ. She was given a pacifier that Rita had bought for her and
covered with honey mixed with laudanum, which she sucked at noisily.
Dave and Rita kept the Rt. Hon Lady Charlotte in this humiliating but happy
condition for two weeks. Rita only allowed Dave to bring Charlotte up to about
four years of age once a day to feed the other babies. This Charlotte did quite
contentedly; playing at Mummy's with them as though they were live dolls.
Rita meant what she'd said about Charlotte living the part down to the last
detail. Dave found himself with the unpleasant task of cleaning Charlotte when
her diapers became soiled, and the not too unpleasant job afterwards of bathing
and powdering her.
The day came when Charlotte had to be taken to the couple who'd "bought" and
paid for this world-renowned model and Lady of the Manor.
Dave brought Charlotte round to her twenty years of age for a briefing.
Lady Charlotte had showered to get rid of the pervasive 'baby' smell. It was a
mixture of talcum powder and baby oils that clung to her when she was first
brought round. She could vaguely remember the events of the last two weeks but
found them non-threatening and, in some obscure fashion, quite comforting.
While showering Charlotte found herself spontaneously achieving one after
another sexual orgasms. There had been no let up on the drugs for which
Charlotte was deeply grateful.
Joining Rita and Dave in her father's old study Lady Charlotte presented a
remarkable picture of fashionable chic and sophistication.
Dave gazed at her in frank admiration. This was the top international model that
he'd come to adore. Rita had specified that Charlotte should 'Present the goods
to the customers with style'. Charlotte had done just that, dressing in an
expensive pearl grey two piece costume with matching accessories. Charlotte's
hair was growing quite rapidly and a short fine growth now surrounded the longer
top-knot.
Rita had purchased a wig for the journey to the house of the couple who required
Charlotte's 'services'. It was made of real human hair in Charlotte's shade of
black. It fit perfectly framing her beautiful face. Tears had sprung to
Charlotte's eyes when she'd seen the near bald head. The wig was small
consolation for the loss.
Rita told Charlotte where they were taking her. An American couple who wanted
the Rt. Hon Lady Charlotte Spencer to 'be their very own baby' for a period of
time.
"W... what's a period of time?' quavered Charlotte.
"As long a time as they can afford you" replied Rita briskly. "There's quite a
queue of customers wanting your services. If you're worried about your tablets
or sexual gratification, you'll be visited by Dave daily and myself for the
first. As far as the second is concerned, all the customers want you for some
kind of perverted sexual pleasure so that should take care of your itch."
Dave left Lady Charlotte and Rita in the hallway, apparently going to collect
several specially made baby's layettes and other nursery accoutrements. He
arranged to meet them both at the London town house of the American couple.
Several of the new staff passed them in the hallway and stared in astonishment
when they realised that Charlotte was the self same person they'd seen arrive at
the estate only a few week ago.
Charlotte noticed a distinct air of deference from them as they edged by her.
The only person who didn't treat her with new found respect was Lee the game
warden. He eyed Lady Charlotte up and down as if she were one of his breeding
animals. "Don't forget what I have in mind for you M'lady" he said mockingly.
Charlotte flushed and cast her beautiful eyes down causing Lee to smile in a
predatory way. "You'll come around to it and I'll be ready" were his parting
words as Charlotte and Rita got into the Range Rover and drove away.
They arrived at the American couples large town house before Dave. A very pretty
woman in her early thirties invited them through to the sitting room and
introduced herself as Anne Wood. Charlotte immediately identified her husband as
being one of the self-made millionaires, (in supermarkets or something she
thought vaguely), who was always on the outside of polite society trying to buy
their way in.
This suspicion was immediately confirmed when her husband, Joe Wood, walked into
the room and greeted them heartily.
The Rt. Hon Lady Charlotte suspected there was some hidden agenda here as she
came from the very society that had rejected the Wood's but she kept discretely
quiet about it, sitting opposite the Wood's, with her ankles demurely crossed
and casting her beautiful eyes down whilst Rita talked business with the 'forty
something' Joe.
"Well" Joe drawled to Charlotte eventually. "I thought that this was going to be
some kinda send up till now. Never knew the aristocracy were into such kinky
stuff."
Charlotte flushed prettily and murmured something under her breath as Joe went
on to Rita. "Your sure now that this is the genuine article. Lady Charlotte will
really be our baby as long as she's with us. She won't be kinda acting or
something?" Rita assured them that this was the case and he turned once more to
Charlotte. "And how do you feel about that... er... Your Ladyship?" having the
usual American trouble dealing with the British upper classes.
"Oh... that's quite OK with me" replied Charlotte in a tiny voice, embarrassed
and unsure how to deal with him.
"And it's OK if we fiddle with you is it?" Joe went on with some incredulity. "I
mean your sex bits and all that?"
"Whatever you and your good wife want to do with Lady Spencer whilst you've got
her is OK" Rita assured them. "Show them your 'sex bits' while we're waiting for
Dave M'lady."
"Er... No need to overdo it Your Ladyship" put in Anne hurriedly. "Just let us
guys see up your skirt if you like. A sorta show of good faith if you get my
drift?"
Lady Charlotte uncrossed her ankles and turned to face the Wood's. Her large
leather easy chair was slightly higher than the settee the Wood's were sat on
and she inched her trim behind to the edge of it. She then pulled the hem of her
pencil skirt just above her knees and opened her legs as wide as the tight
garment would allow.
Joe and Anne were astounded as they looked at the world famous model and
aristocrat. She sat with her skirt as tight as a drum over her thighs and
allowed them to gaze up her skirt at her exposed underwear.
As the view wasn't being blocked by the hem and Lady Charlotte's chair was
facing the main windows, Joe could see the whole way up to her pink silk
knickers. He was pleased that Charlotte wore stockings as opposed to tights, the
pink straps of the garter belt passing almost the whole length of her white
thighs to secure the nylon stockings just above her knees.
Lady Charlotte Spencer looked coolly at them as she lightly stroked the top of
her grey skirt. Imperceptibly swaying her right leg down then up again, using
the stiletto heel of her shoe as a fulcrum, Charlotte felt the leg band of her
French knickers move over.
Joe and Anne could see the 'V' line her legs made at the conjunction with her
hips. Clean shaven and glowing pinkly, the slightly swollen mound of her vulva
was bared for them, stopping just short of displaying Charlotte's vagina.
In her cool clear upper class tones the Rt. Hon Lady Charlotte Spencer said.
"Does this satisfy you? I shan't make any objections to whatever you or your
good lady want to do with me. As you can see I am the 'Genuine article' as you
Americans so quaintly put it. I do assure you that you'll receive your moneys
worth."
It was then that Dave arrived, bringing with him a large assortment of parcels.
"Well Mr Wood" said Rita purposefully. "How do you want to play this? Lady
Charlotte needs to be brought to a certain state of mind or condition by David.
You can either have her dress in one of the layettes before or after she's been
regressed. Whichever way it'll have to be shortly as Lady Charlotte's due a feed
and I make it a point that she'll get mothers milk at least once a day."
Anne was immediately intrigued by this. "Perhaps you can carry out that task
before Her Ladyship is, what did you say, regressed?"
'The customer is always right' thought Rita, beckoning Charlotte across to the
settee she was occupying. Charlotte rose and made her stately way across to sit
beside Rita. Rita put her arm around Lady Charlotte and said, "I'd suggest then
that David regresses the Lady Charlotte temporarily whilst she has her feed.
Then he can bring her out to change before finally regressing her for your
pleasure. Do you agree?"
When Joe and Anne concurred, Dave walked over to Charlotte. He took her hand and
looked at her. Without any warning whatsoever Charlotte slowly let her head lie
on Rita's shoulder, curling her legs up onto the settee under her. Rita briskly
undid the buttons of her frilly blouse revealing a very fetching transparent
lime green brassiere.
Sliding her hand into one of the cups Rita pulled out a shapely breast, the
large brown nipple already hard and seeping liquid. Easing Lady Charlotte's
beautiful but dreamy face downwards, Rita cupped her breast and squeezed it
gently causing the milk to spurt onto Charlotte's crimson lips. Charlotte
instantly took the leaking bud into her mouth and began to suckle noisily,
grabbing the breast at the side with her elegant gloved hand and squeezing
almost cruelly.
It was an erotic sight to the Wood's. This elegant lady of the aristocracy
sucking greedily at Rita's breast. Charlotte's skirt rose up her legs as she
twisted to find better purchase on the mound, exposing the long expanse of white
thighs above the tops of her nylons and finally uncovering her shiny silk French
knickers as Rita pulled her round to change breasts.
When Charlotte had finished feeding, Rita cradled her head in her lap as she
covered her lipstick stained breasts. David said something in a low voice and
Charlotte sat up bemusedly and tugged her skirt to a more modest position.
Rita handed Charlotte a compact bag and instructed her to prepare herself for
the transformation.
The Lady Charlotte wiped her face clean of make-up and took out the tube of semi
permanent pale pink lipstick. After applying this and shaping her delectable
lips into a cupids bow, Charlotte applied only an expensive baby lotion to her
fresh face with a little rouge, again the semi-permanent variety, to highlight
her beautiful cheeks.
She then stood up in front of the Wood's and undid the button on the side of her
pearl grey skirt. Sliding the zipper down she slipped it off her long legs and
neatly draped it over the back of the settee. Unclipping the garter belt from
her stockings, Lady Charlotte peeled each one off her legs, kicking off her
shoes at the same time.
This done she took off her tight leather gloves before taking hold of the pink
silk knickers and slithering them down over her soft pliant tummy, modestly
covering her pubic area with one hand while she let the panties drop to the
floor and kicked them away.
Turning away from the Wood's and displaying her pretty pink behind, Lady
Charlotte reached for the adult sized Pampers' diapers that Rita had sprinkled
liberally with baby powder and attached it between her legs.
Pressing the 'Velcro' fastenings in place Charlotte turned and faced her small
audience once more. She'd omitted to wear a blouse so the bottom of her short
grey jacket formed a boundary between the sophisticated lady and the baby, the
lime green diapers bulking out her hips.
From the layette she selected a baby's smock dress in lime green satin with
little bows securing a transparent pale green over-gown that fell around the
outside in a frothy tumble. Charlotte quickly undid the buttons of her jacket
and slipped it off. Turning away again modestly she took off her rose pink
brassiere and slipped the smock over her head and let it settle down to her
diapers before turning back.
Joe Wood was pleased to see his wishes had been complied with when Lady
Charlotte peeled the tight wig from her head. Rita took a brush to Charlotte's
sparse black hair and gently brushed it into a rolling baby quiff over the crown
of her head. Charlotte then chose a green baby bonnet and secured it on her head
with a large satin bow under her chin.
Finally Rita had Lady Charlotte sit on the settee while she put a pair of green
knitted baby bootees on Charlotte's tiny feet.
"Stand up and show your new Mummy and Daddy how pretty you look" Rita commanded.
Obediently, and now totally humiliated, Charlotte stood up in front of the
Wood's. Anne marvelled at the transformation. She did indeed look like a big
baby; the baby's smock prettily billowing down to the middle of her pink diaper
and the brim of the bonnet framing her wonderfully innocent face. Lady Charlotte
now exuded a mixture of scents, her expensive perfume vying with the baby powder
and moisturisers.
Charlotte also felt the baby feeling creeping up on her as she walked up and
down at Joe's bidding while he shot a video. She put her thumb into her mouth
and began to suck furiously.
Looking at Joe with her big blue eyes she took several items out of the parcel
herself. Amongst an assortment of baby toys were several pacifiers in pastel
colours. Charlotte selected a large green one and replaced her thumb with it.
"Come over here baby" said Rita in a mock tender voice.
Charlotte went and sat on the settee next to Rita, cuddling up to her, the
pacifier bobbing slowly up and down as Charlotte sucked away at it comfortingly.
Dave went over to them and took Lady Charlotte's hand and stared intently into
her eyes. Charlotte immediately curled up into a foetal position.
"Are there any special instructions that you want before we go?" inquired Dave.
"She will be sexually active in that state won't she?" asked Anne anxiously.
"That was the most important part of our agreement."
"Don't worry about that," laughed Rita. "She's like no baby you've ever seen
before. She's dying for it all the time. Although she's regressed to an
infantile state she understands everything you say to her. I only hope you and
your husband have the energy to cope with her demands."
"There are one or two little points. Dave and I have had Lady Charlotte in a
baby state for two weeks. During that time we've managed to get her partially
potty trained, but don't rely on that. Keep her in diapers at all times. You'll
find she'll wet them quite a lot but to avoid the other, one of you should take
Lady Charlotte to the toilet and make sure she does her business. She may
indicate that she needs to go, it sounds like she's saying "Tomtit." That's not
Cockney rhyming slang by the way, I think she's trying to say toilet. Anyway
it's up to you to see she gets there and is held over it."
"Dave and I will be in every day to check she's OK. We've left some milk
preparations in the fridge and we'll bring in fresh daily. We'll also be
expressing Lady Charlotte's own milk but feel free to do anything you want with
her tits."
Rita and Dave left the Wood's to enjoy the aristocratic girl they'd bought...
To be continued...
