chapter 13

Mary could not look after Ian all day everyday. She had other duties to attend to, as well as a family of her own. As much as she had grown to love Ian she sometimes had to hand his care over to someone else.
He looked up to them all, but he did not love them the way he loved her. She had brought him here. She was his mummy, the others were just his aunties.
Ian was very clingy now. He was always after kisses and cuddles. He had a teddy he took to bed with him and he would give him some comfort, but not as much as the lady he thought of as his mummy.

Doctor Jason was still in charge of what happened here. Even though he never visited, they knew he watched occasionally on camera. He decided he wanted Mary for another project. Ian's needs were secondary to what Jason wanted. Besides, he was ready for the next stage of his treatment and he knew exactly who he would replace Mary.
Lizzy was a small buxom blonde. She had a small waist and large hips in comparison, but no one, even the gayest man in the country could not ignore her boobs. She had spent years trying to hide them. She had suffered low self esteem and gone to Jason for treatment. He suggested she flaunted her greatest assets. Indeed, he persuaded him to come and work for him. He had a need for a girl like her.
At first, lizzy was very wary and rightly so, it sounded like a dodgy set up. It was. But Jason could be so VERY persuasive and now she could not remember what she had done before. She did not consider moving on to anything bigger and better. She loved her work here.
She came in with Mary a few times, deliberately covering herself up as she got to know the boy and he grew to trust her. My! He was a good eater! He was such a good boy!
In the meantime she prepared herself for the time when she would become his main carer. She looked forward to it. She didn't mind helping out, but she wanted to have a boy of her own.

Ian was used to his routine. He didn't like anything different or new. He soon learned that if he complained about anything, or tried to discuss anything, he did not get the attention he craved. However, if he cried and had a tantrum, he got everything he wanted, his way. Of course, that usually involved food, but it could be that he wanted teddy and had dropped him on the floor. It was too much of an effort for him to pick anything up off the floor. He was getting too fat. But always had someone else on hand to do it. He just had to learn which was the best way of asking.

On lizzy's first day, she got him up and dressed as usual. She held his hand and led him into the dining area for breakfast, but she did not want him to sit at the table. She wanted him to sit in a large wooden chair. He was not very sure. It did not look very comfortable to sit in, even though it was very wide. He whinged as he saw down. Lizzy fitted a tray onto the front of the chair. Now he was trapped inside! He started to cry and kick and shout. He wanted to be out!
As soon as lizzy gave him some ice cream, he was quiet and started eating.
She waited until he had eaten half his bowl. Then she took her top off where she knew he could see her. She expressed her own milk from her breast into a cup. When Ian had finished eating, she put a lid with a spout on over the top of the cup. She took the tray off his high chair, waving her breasts in front of him. He made no attempt to touch them. This was not in his daily routine! He did not know what to do.
She gave him the cup. "Drink!" She ordered.
Ian looked at the sippy cup, back to her as she sauntered topless across the room, then back to the sippy cup. He started to suck and drink. The liquid was warm and creamy. If had a different taste to ordinary cows' milk, but it was not unpleasant. He finished the cup in one go. He looked over to her. This was not in his usual routine. He did not know what to do.
She had made herself comfortable on the sofa. Her breasts on complete display. "Come over here and drink your fill, baby!" She called.
Ian did not need to be told twice. He was a good boy, he always did as he was told.
He waddled across the room unsteadily. He could not walk any other way because he had gained a lot of weight so quickly and his muscles were struggling to cope with the extra poundage.
It took several minutes of awkwardness for him to get in the right position even to latch on and several more minutes before he grasped the correct technique, but then he sucked long and hard.
Lizzy rolled her head back in pleasure. Her breasts had been so engorged recently, it was such a relief to finally release the pressure in them. She had expressed her milk and had secretly fed it to Ian in the form of ice cream and shakes for several weeks now, gradually increasing the quantity of human milk to cows milk.
She ruffled his hair. Oh he was doing such a good job! She wanted him to drink her dry!
Lizzy had been injecting herself with hormones in the last few weeks as well. This was to start her lactating. Now Ian was getting every bit of those hormones in her milk. She smiled because those exact same hormones were going to help Ian in his regression treatment.
From that moment on, Lizzy and Ian developed a symbiotic relationship. She needed him to express her milk or her breasts would become swollen and over-engorged. He needed to drink the milk as much as an addict needed their fix.
The milk alone did not provide him with enough calories to fill and satisfy his large belly. She sat by him in his high chair and fed him huge spoonfuls of high calorie 'mush'. She did not want him to feed himself anymore. She did not want him to do anything on his own any more.
Using a combination of positive and negative reinforcement, she discouraged his speech and encouraged him to express himself with uniteligable gurgles when his was happy or to cry when he was unhappy.
She discouraged him from walking on two legs and encouraged him to crawl on all fours. Crawling with a full belly was awkward because his belly hung almost to the floor, sometimes it actually dragged on the floor, but he was steadier doing that than he was on two legs and it was what Lizzy wanted.
She dressed him in giant babygros with poppers on the inside of each leg, under his crotch and up his front.
Getting and using the toilet had been becoming increasingly difficult. Mary had been helping him there and back, helping him with his clothing, then she was make sure he was clean afterwards because he could not reach properly.
With lizzy's encouragement he became doubly incontinent. She started putting giant nappies on him, that she had to change several times a day.
He moved from a bedroom with childish primary colours to an adult sized nursery. He had his own cot, with a mobile above it, he had his own changing mat on the floor.
Mary had helped him with things that he'd found difficult. Lizzy did the difficult things for him. She even starting wheeling him around the room in a giant pushchair.
All Ian had to do was eat, drink her milk and sleep. His brain was no longer stimulated, so he stopped thinking. Everything he did was an automatic response. He knew nothing else. The rest of his life was completely fogotten.
He was the perfect big baby.