I See The Light
by Douglas Greene
douglas_greene@hotmail.com
Prologue:
Rose drove the Land Rover north, along the beautiful California coast. She wasn’t quite sure where she was going, and quite happily, the fact that her destination was unknown didn’t bother her a bit.
“But I don’t NEED to wear a diaper,” the little boy whined in the back seat.
“Jerry, it’s a long drive, and we can’t be stopping every five minutes,” Rose replied. “Just sit back and enjoy the scenery. Maybe you can find something to keep your sister entertained.”
Next to the toddler, strapped in a smaller car seat, was a baby girl about six months old. She twisted and squirmed beneath the straps, kicking her chubby legs. She used her tiny, pink fingers to pull ineffectively at the buckle that held the straps together.
As Rose navigated the twisting highway, she unzipped one of the three cheap duffle bags sitting next to her. She removed a stack of fifty-dollar bills and put it under her nose, inhaling sharply.
“Don’t you just love the way this stuff smells?” she asked, glancing in the mirror at her two unhappy passengers.
Chapter one
“Don’t look at me that like that, you have only yourself to blame,” the woman said to the tiny baby boy she was bathing.
The baby scowled and swatted clumsily at the washcloth as the woman gently washed his little body, meticulously wiping every fold and crease. When she playfully tickled his tiny manhood, he shrieked and started to thrash, splashing water everywhere.
“Oh Eric, just stop it. I bet you used to beg to have your pee-pee touched,” she chided.
Placing a towel across her shoulder, she lifted the child up out of the water. “Now, I don’t want you to fuss this morning, you know that we have to do this every day.” She patted him with the towel as she waddled over to a wooden chair in the corner of the room. It creaked under her weight as she sat down and positioned baby Eric face down across her thighs.
The baby was quiet; his arms were raised above his head, his tiny hands drawn into little pink fists. He seemed to be waiting for the inevitable, glumly resigned to his fate. He only trembled a little, arching his back ever so slightly, when the thermometer was pushed into him. He shuddered again when he felt her massive hand gently squeeze his bottom as she held the thermometer in place between her fingers.
“There, now that wasn’t so bad, was it? You’re handling this so much better today. I’m so very proud of you!” She took her free hand and raked the tender skin of Eric’s back with her fingernails, then lightly massaged the back of his neck. She smiled when she noticed Erick’s tiny toes curl in response.
“What do you want to wear today? Jerry will be by in a few minutes and I want you to look especially cute.”
He knew that it was strictly a rhetorical question. He was never given a choice, not that he had much of a preference. He certainly didn’t care if he ‘looked especially cute’ for Jerry, Jennifer’s gay brother.
As he lay there, stretched across Jennifer’s fat thighs, he thought about his wife. What was she doing right now? Was she looking for him? Did she think that he deserted her deliberately?
How long had it been? A week had passed at least, ten days perhaps? It was hard to judge; the first few days in particular were a blur. Surely he couldn’t stay trapped in this nightmare forever. There had to be an end to this madness.
He thought, for the hundredth time how sorry he was that he ever met Jennifer.
He didn’t mean it to happen. But when he saw her in the bar, she just looked so pretty, so plump, so absolutely fuckable. He had to have her. Eric had always been attracted to fat girls; in college, his friends nicknamed him ‘chubby chaser’. He supposed it was because he always found them so available, so easy. He turned on the charm at the bar, and had her in a motel room within the hour. She was a great lay; he loved those massive rolls of flesh and the way she smelled, of sweat and tal***** powder. He recalled that when he got up to leave, she pulled him toward her, squeezing his face snugly against her breasts.
He thought it was funny at first, the way that she held his face tightly against her tits. Suddenly, it wasn’t so funny. He couldn’t breath; her cleavage had a strange medicinal smell. Incredibly, he was unable to break her embrace. The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was her voice whispering, “Don’t leave me baby…don’t leave.”
How could this have happened? Sometimes he thought that the only logical explanation was that he was crazy, and this was all some sort of an incredible hallucination. Perhaps he was actually laying in a hospital bed somewhere, deep in a coma, doomed to spend his remaining time on this earth in a perpetual, insane nightmare. Sometimes, especially lately, he felt that he was on the edge of a total breakdown; as if it would be so much easier if he simply forgot about his past, and not only accept, but embrace the situation in which he found himself.
She pulled out the thermometer. Although it shouldn’t have, the sensation took him by surprise and he sucked in air, his arms and legs waving spastically. He continued lying on her lap, staring down at the hardwood floor, while she studied the thermometer.
“Right on the mark, honey. Nothing to worry about yet.”
He vaguely remembered Jennifer explaining why it was necessary for this humiliating daily ritual; something about having to give him a ‘treatment’ if his temperature fell by more than two degrees. That was right after his transformation so he wasn’t listening very closely at the time. He was more interested in how much the world around him had changed.
At first he was astounded at how big everything seemed. The hands that reached for him were massive, the giant fingers that tightened around his chest impossibly huge. It was probably several days before he completely understood that the world hadn’t gotten any bigger, he’d simply gotten smaller. Much smaller.
Jennifer carried Eric to the changing table, and put him down on his back on the pad. This was her favorite part of the day. Eric was squeaky clean from head to toe; he squirmed naked on the cool, sticky plastic, as she fastened a strap across his chest.
“I like this one,” she said, holding a tiny white creeper up so that Eric could see. “Or, I could put you in this…” She laid another outfit over his body, as if checking it for size. Eric saw that it was a little sailor’s outfit, white and navy blue. It was complete right down to the hat. The cotton shirt had a decorative scarf sewn to the collar. The bottom of the outfit was a plastic lined diaper cover, white with tiny blue anchors that formed a pattern.
Eric lay there, patiently waiting for Jennifer to make her decision. The routine was the same every day.
“I think you’ll be my little sailor today.” She winked at him, smiling broadly at her decision before vigorously shaking the little shirt, ridding the fabric of imaginary wrinkles.
Eric knew what to expect. He felt his feet being lifted, and a cotton diaper was slid under his bottom. When he endured this the first time, he was terrified. Over time, the procedure became less frightening. Now, after going through it dozens of times, Eric was disturbed to realize that he was beginning to find the soft, warm, confines of a dry diaper comforting. Often, the smell of the powder, the light touch of her fingertips as she distributed the powder over his sensitive skin, was bizarrely erotic.
Like today, many times her ministrations were met by a miniature erection. Eric understood that this seemed to amuse Jennifer greatly.
“You can’t fool me, little man. You LIKE this.” She gently pinched the tiny stiffy between thumb and forefinger. “Look at you! Poor little guy, all dressed up and no place to go.” She giggled as she let go, then used her hands to tickle the length of his body. Leaning over, she held his arms down and planted noisy, wet kisses on his chest, then his stomach. She licked at the nape of his neck, her tongue darting in and out between giant lips as he squealed in protest.
As she kissed, tickled, and licked, a secret that he kept, even to himself, rose to the surface. He prayed she would finally take him in her mouth, if even for just a few seconds. It was frustrating the way she worked her way all over his tiny torso, deliberately avoiding the very spot that needed the most attention.
He was unsure if he was still capable of orgasm, but his body craved release. He knew that she was his adversary, but at times like this all he could think about was her mammoth mouth closing wetly around him, consuming him, ending the torture.
He understood that it was all a game; she was deliberately teasing him, it was part of the plan. Sometimes, after his bath, she’d brush her face across his erect penis, just short of providing him with the type of attention that he wanted. She’d pause, it seemed a lifetime, as if thinking about whether to continue the act, and then she’d look up at his face, shake her head, and giggle. Yes, she knew exactly what she was doing.
She pulled the cloth up between his legs, and secured the fabric with one pin in front. This morning she fastened it particularly tight, and it chafed the tender skin of his chubby pink thighs. He knew that the diaper would loosen quickly; his discomfort was temporary.
Jennifer pulled the baby by his arms to a sitting position, preparing to put on his shirt. Eric turned to face his reflection in the mirror that was mounted to the wall next to the table. A drooling infant, perhaps two or three months old, returned his stare. Things went dark for a few seconds as Jennifer tugged the shirt over his head, manuevering his arms through the short sleeves. She fussed with the scarf for just a bit pulling at the ends, and then straightened the collar.
Placing her hand on the back of his head, she gently pushed him to his back and slid the panties up his legs, pulling the elastic waist up almost chest high.
“There, you look perfect!” She announced, lifting him from the table and holding him up so that he could see himself in the mirror. “What do you think?”
He supposed, as babies go, he WAS cute, although he wasn’t much of a judge. He never really cared for children, especially little kids; to him they seemed nothing more than noisy, messy bundles of responsibilities and obligations.
What always shocked him when he looked at his image were his facial features. His face hadn’t changed. He was convinced that if she’d ever take him out in public, he’d be recognized immediately by anyone who knew him..
He tested his coordination by attempting to raise one hand above his head. Both arms jerked up in unison. His muscles continued to have a mind of his own; he had very little control over his body.
He’d stopped trying to speak days ago. It was obvious that he was unable to form the simplest words. Jennifer usually laughed at his attempts to form words, so he chose to be silent.
“We’ll have breakfast in a little bit.” She put him over her shoulder, and roughly patted his backside. The routine was always the same. Jennifer carried Eric down the stairs, and laid him down on a comforter on the floor in front of the television. “Don’t go anywhere,” she teased, as she walked away.
Eric didn’t appreciate the joke. They both knew that he wasn’t exactly mobile. If he concentrated, he could raise his bottom in the air, and propel himself forward a few inches, perhaps even a foot, in inchworm fashion. It was humiliating. Like trying to talk, she laughed at his early efforts so he simply stopped trying. He could roll to his back, with great effort, but couldn’t return to his stomach no matter how hard he tried.
Although she was out of his field of vision, she could hear her in the kitchen preparing her breakfast. She consumed her large bowl of cereal while reading the paper, occasionally glancing up at her tiny charge on the floor in the next room. Eric listened as she picked up the bowl, slurping the last of the milk.
He heard her put her bowl into the dishwasher and walked to the entertainment center. Eric was able to follow her with his eyes as she turned on the stereo, loading her favorite CD. As the Indigo Girls started strumming their guitars, singing in perfect lesbian harmony, she stood above tiny Eric, hands on her hips. “Are you ready for a little breakfast, Eric?” The morning ritual never varied. He definitely sensed that Jennifer had played out this scene more often than he had; that other people had found themselves in the same predicament.
The clothes that she dressed him in were not new. He often wondered who might have worn them before. Had other men closed their eyes, only awake to discover that they were dressed in a light blue creeper?
Jennifer stood above Eric, straddling him. For an instant, she reminded him of an old commercial for canned vegetables that featured ‘The Jolly Green Giant”. He knew what was about to happen. Momentarily he’d feel huge fingers curl around his torso, and then he’d be hoisted effortlessly into the air. It was mealtime.
She seemed to be everywhere; trapped tightly against undulating rolls of human flesh, he wanted to scream. Somehow, today, he managed not to panic. She made herself comfortable in the corner of the overstuffed couch, holding baby Eric in the crook of her arm. Lifting the hem of her blouse, she unsnapped one cup of the nursing bra. The warm, swollen breast plopped out, falling heavily against Eric’s face.
Using her hand, she guided the engorged nipple to Eric’s mouth, smiling as it slid between his lips. Eric knew that he had no recourse. She’d made it clear that the alternative to her breast was horrifically unpleasant. He began to nurse.
As her warm milk filled his stomach, Eric slowly relaxed. Within a few minutes, he would totally surrender to his senses. Every fear and worry disappeared; all that existed was her nipple and the sweet taste of the liquid that he, with increasing greediness, pulled from her body. Kneading the breast with his little hands, he lost himself in the intoxicating aroma of her milk.
Sometime during the experience, Eric made a deliberate decision to completely ignore the reality of the situation: at 43 years old, he was being breast fed, getting all of his nourishment from a woman who, up until just a couple of weeks ago, was an absolute stranger.
“Take it easy, honey.” She giggled when he slurped loudly. “No one is going to take it away from you.”
Right after his transformation, he was stubborn and refused to even take the nipple in his mouth. But his negative attitude didn’t last for long. Just a bit of pressure applied to a tiny testicle changed his mind immediately. There’d only been a few times since his transformation that he had to be reminded who was charge. He now knew that resistance meant discomfort or pain. Cooperation brought comfort, even compassion. It was an easy decision to make.
Eric eventually slowed, and Jennifer transferred him to the other breast.
“Take this one too, honey. I’m so full…you have to help me.” He took the nipple, but didn’t suck. She shook him gently, and patted his backside. “I have to insist, baby. You didn’t get nearly enough.”
He resumed nursing, but with much less enthusiasm, slowly drifting off to sleep at her breast.
Chapter Two
Jerry parked in the driveway of his sister’s house. In the back seat were two infant car seats, each facing backwards. He was anxious to see Jennifer’s latest acquisition, a middle-aged guy she’d trapped about 10 days earlier.
He noticed that the paint on the house was still peeling, and the grass was in need of mowing. With the way money was coming in, you’d think that she’d have these things taken care of.
He hadn’t stopped by in over a week; he found the screaming of the newly regressed difficult to take for extended periods, and tended to make himself scarce until they’d adjusted a bit. According to his sister, he was coming along quite nicely, accepting nourishment and settling into a routine.
He was amazed that Jennifer was so good at this; she certainly excelled at little else. She never did well in school, barely graduating from high school. Life after school was a series of jobs, until Dad died and left them the money. The cash seemed to attract a string of abusive boyfriends, men who used her, then tossed her aside. Her last boyfriend, however, changed both of their lives forever.
It all started a little over a year ago, with a guy named Ed. Jerry remembered thinking that unlike most of the losers his sister dated, this man actually seemed to have his act together. He was certainly likable enough. Very well dressed, he had a unique look; Ed was very tall with dark curly hair and an unusual, dark, heart-shaped birthmark above his right eye.
What impressed Jerry the most about Ed was his intelligence; it seemed that he knew a little something about everything. Ed, Jerry quickly learned, was a physicist. Jerry wasn’t quite sure what exactly a physicist did, but he suspected you had to be smart to have a job like that. He wondered what a guy as smart as Ed could see in his sister.
It wasn’t that Jennifer was unattractive; she had a pretty face. But she’d always been on the heavy side, with a big backside, and very large breasts. She supposed it was her daughter’s breasts that attracted most of the men that she went out with. Men were so childish about that part of a woman’s anatomy. Being gay, it was simply something that Jerry could never understand.
The three of them had dinner. He was reserved, and definitely shy about discussing his work, but after a few cocktails he opened up a bit. He was very excited about something he was working on, and Jerry sensed that he was on the edge of providing all of the details.
“A time machine?” Jennifer asked.
“Well, kind of. It’s not a machine, exactly, but it CAN take you back in time in a manner of speaking; just not in the way that you might think,” Ed replied. He started fidgeting, nervously pushing his food around on his plate with a fork.
It was obvious that Ed was involved in something very special.
“This sounds fascinating,” Jennifer gushed. “You have to tell us more.” Jennifer sat in the booth at the restaurant, very close to Ed, with her brother observing from the opposite side. Beneath the table, she caressed Ed’s leg seductively.
“I’ve told you too much already,” Ed whispered. “I could lose my job.” He loosened his tie, and unfastened the top button of his shirt. “Besides,” he joked, smiling broadly, “It’s a government secret. If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
“Well, maybe I can get the details out of you later,” Jennifer giggled conspiratorially. “We have all night.”
Jerry didn’t care to know the details of his sister’s love life, at 24, she felt she was old enough to make her own decisions, and he was sure that she didn’t care if he approved or not. If his father was still alive and he disapproved it might be a different story, but he’d died of a stroke years ago.
Dinner continued, and Ed, now quite social after four vodka martinis, entertained both women with stories of recent business trips to the Middle East and India. It seemed to Jerry that perhaps Jennifer had finally found herself a keeper.
The next morning Jerry called his sister. He couldn’t help but be excited that Jennifer had finally found a guy that seemed to have his act together.
“Oh, hi Jerry.” Jennifer definitely sounded distracted.
“Oh, did I catch you at a bad time? You sound busy.”
“Well, yea Jerry, I do have my hands full right now…” her voice trailed off.
“I can call back later,” Jerry offered.
“Oh yes, we have to talk, but now isn’t good,” Jennifer answered cryptically. “The most amazing thing has happened; you aren’t going to believe it.”
“What’s going on? You can’t leave me hanging like this,” Jerry replied in mock desperation.
“I’m sorry bro, I just can’t talk now. I’ll call you back when things calm down.”
Jennifer abruptly hung up. Jerry stood in her kitchen holding the phone for nearly thirty seconds trying to make sense out of what had just happened. What really made her wonder was the distinct sound of a baby crying in the background, just before she hung up.
Chapter Three
Jennifer changed Eric’s wet diaper; he snored softly, never opening his eyes. Occasionally he would twitch, scowling comically. He was probably dreaming, she thought. She wondered what he might be dreaming about. She recalled an old movie where Woody Allen was chased by a gigantic breast squirting milk. Perhaps that’s what was happening to Eric.
He’s adjusting very well, she thought. Certainly better than most of the little guys that she took in. She was anxious for her brother to see him. The last time he was here, all he did was cry. Now, except when he was particularly tired or frustrated, he hardly ever vocalized. It was interesting listening to him trying to talk, and she wished he hadn’t given up so quickly. As she watched him twist and squirm on the floor, she wondered what was going on inside that little head; he must have a lot of questions, not that he’d understand or accept the answers.
A few days ago, she’d read about his disappearance in the newspaper. Jennifer wasn’t sure why she was surprised to learn that he had a wife and a daughter. She thought that it was amusing that Eric could now, given the opportunity, share his baby daughter’s wardrobe. It was a shame, she mused, that she couldn’t reunite Eric with his family. Now that’s something she’d like to watch!
For just a moment after reading the article, she felt bad about taking Eric away from his family. The thought was very transient; the bastard deserved every bit of what he was getting. Jennifer was tired of being abused by cheating spouses; tired of being used as a cheap thrill, and now she had the perfect way to punish all of the men who tried to hurt her.
Jennifer would have to be more careful in the future. The newspaper article indicated that Eric’s disappearance was part of a trend; it listed several men who had simply disappeared over the course of the last few months. She recognized all of the names on the list. Joey, Bobby, Tommy, Jimmy, and of course, the first, her little physicist, Ed.
Ed was by far her favorite. After all, it was Ed that made all of this possible; and Ed WAS the very first.
He was different from all of the others, because he understood exactly what was happening. The expression on his face when he woke up to find that the only thing he was wearing was a diaper fashioned out of a dishtowel was something she’d never forget.
That was an exciting time…so much fun! She knew that Ed was mentally intact the moment he woke up, simply trapped inside the body of the pudgy baby boy who squirmed in her arms. The look of absolute horror in his eyes as his tiny fingers fumbled at the safety pin that held the makeshift diaper in place said it all. Of course, he immediately started screaming: a high-pitched hysterical wail unique to small babies in terrible pain.
She held him against her shoulder as he screamed. The sound quickly took on a rhythm, pausing for just a second between breaths. As she caressed the tender bare skin of his back in a vain attempt at comforting the tiny soul, Jennifer slowly came to the realization that she was aroused. For some unknown reason, her newfound ability to transform a strong, powerful man into a tiny infant made her incredibly aroused.
It was his absolute helplessness that appealed the most to her; the concept that she now owned a human being, and could do anything that she wanted with him, was more powerful than any aphrodisiac.
She particularly appreciated what she called the ‘moment of realization’. That was the precise moment in time when her new guests understood the nature of their transformation. The way they tremble, that look of absolute horror on their tiny faces when they figure out that the baby boy in the mirror, that tiny infant having his dirty diaper changed, was actually their own reflection, always sent her scurrying off to the bedroom for masturbatory release.
Ed was the first, almost a year ago, but when Jennifer found out just how much baby boys were worth, eight more quickly followed.
Jennifer discovered that within a week or two, her guests would regress mentally. It always happened suddenly; that look of intelligence, of awareness would suddenly be gone, and she’d be left with a happy, babbling baby. She guessed it was a coping mechanism, that somewhere deep inside their psyche, a decision was made to match mental intellect with the infantile body. As soon as that happened, the fun was over, and it was time to hand them over to Jerry.
Early on, Jennifer decided that she’d never reveal to her brother how she was capable of conducting such an unbelievable transformation, deliberately keeping it a secret. The entire idea of turning a grown adult into a tiny baby seemed perfectly ludicrous; if she hadn’t seen it herself, she’d never have believed it. She was surprised how easily her brother accepted the idea, and how quickly he came up with a way to profit from it.
Her brother took care of the marketing portion of their little venture. Jennifer had no idea where she took the babies; Jennifer respected the fact he had his secrets too. She hoped they ended up in good homes, with caring parents that would raise them with a higher sense of morality the second time around. When Jerry left with a baby, he always returned with a canvass duffle bag stuffed with cash.
Chapter 4
Jennifer heard the keys rattling in the lock. The door opened, and her brother walked in.
At twenty-three, Jerry was her younger brother. Short and thin, with a rapidly receding hairline, Jerry’s effeminate ways advertised the fact that he was gay. His blatant homosexuality irritated Jennifer; she didn’t care that he was gay, but she didn’t understand why he needed to act like such a queen.
“Where is he?” he asked, glancing around the living room.
“He just had breakfast; he’s napping in the nursery.”
Jennifer watched her brother grin at the word ‘breakfast’. Breastfeeding their little charges was her idea; she understood that Jerry thought it was weird, but it was convenient and easy, and she found it almost erotic at times. He walked in and looked down at Eric.
“How’s he doing?” Jerry whispered.
“Just fine. He’s pissed off, but you can’t really blame him.” Jennifer stood by her brother and reached down, gently pinching the back of one of Eric’s chubby thighs as he slept on his stomach. At her touch, he drew his knees in, his diapered bottom rising in the air. “I’m going to miss the little guy.”
“Will he be ready soon? I have someone waiting.”
“Any time now. It’s been ten days, and they never last more than two weeks.”
They retreated to the living room and sat on the couch.
“So, are you seeing much of Fred these days?” Jennifer didn’t really care to hear any graphic details of Eric’s personal life, but she feigned interest to make conversation.
“The ***** left me a week ago,” Jerry spat. “He says he wants to see women!”
Jennifer laughed, but stopped when she saw how it annoyed Jerry. “I’m glad the situation amuses you, sister.”
“Well, at his age, you’d think he’d know what he wants.”
“At this point, I really don’t give a ***** WHAT he wants,” Jerry whined. “But the thought of him being with another man, or even a woman is just so hard for me to take. We’ve been together for over a year”
There was a very long pause as they both stared out into space. Jennifer didn’t know how to respond. Suddenly an idea came to her.
“You know what we could do….” Jennifer’s voice trailed off as she waited for Jerry to finish the thought.
“Great minds think alike, sister. The idea did cross my mind.” Jerry was grinning ear to ear.
“We’ve never ‘done’ anybody we know. It might be kind of fun,” she raised her hand to her chin as she contemplated the idea of regressing Jerry’s lover. “There’d be no turning back if we did it. Just how pissed off are you at him?”
“Very.” Jerry squinted, his beady eyes got even smaller than usual. “Tell me, sister, do they have to be that small? I mean, could you…” He struggled to find the right words.
“I can make him any age you like, dear brother.” She slowly shook her head up and down as she worked out the details in mind. “I think it could be a real hoot, but we’d have to be very, very careful.”
“Caution is my middle name, Sis.”
It took most of the next afternoon for Jerry to install the special locks; he wasn’t the handiest person with tools. Nearly door in her house had one; a latch installed about 6’ above the floor, several feet above the doorknob. In order to open any closed door, the latch would have to be pulled back at the same time that the knob was turned, a simple task for any adult.
A few days later, Jennifer went into the nursery to look in on baby Eric after his nap. The baby boy was playing with his feet; rivulets of drool ran down both cheeks as he sucked on his toes. She knew instantly that Eric had finally embraced his infancy and completed his regression; the fun was over, it was time for him to move out. Jerry carted him off, returning with the money just a couple of hours later. He threw the bag on the couch and walked into the kitchen.
“Will he be able to talk?” Jerry asked, placing some bags on the dining room table.
“What are you talking about?” his sister asked from the other room.
“Fred…when you make him little, will he be able to talk?”
“Yea, I suppose so, most two year olds can,” she shrugged, “But your guess is as good as mine. We’ll know soon enough, won’t we?” She sat down at the table, her large boobs resting on the edge. “If I’m not going to be feeding anybody, I have to do something about these,” she said, squeezing her massive breasts together. “They’re killing me.”
“Way too much information, big sister. Can’t you pump them or something?”
“I suppose so,” she answered. “What did you buy?” She lifted one of the bags from the bottom, several packages of tiny training pants, some little shorts and shirts, and a child’s Cubs baseball cap spilled out onto the table. “Jesus, Jerry, you’re really getting into this aren’t you?”
“I’m just trying to be prepared,” Jerry stammered, his face reddening. “When can we do this?”
“Anytime you’d like, my perverted little brother.” She ripped the plastic wrapping off a package of pants, and held them up between his hands. “I can’t wait to see big bad Fred wearing these.” Jennifer played with the underpants, marveling at their tiny size.
“Can I watch you do it?” Jerry asked hopefully.
“No way. You know the deal, I keep my secrets and you keep yours. It’s better for everyone this way.” She giggled at the tiny pants, and dropped them on the table. “He gets off work at six, doesn’t he?”
Jerry shook his head up and down, grinning sheepishly.
“Then I’ll do it tonight. Come back tomorrow morning at nine, not a minute earlier.”
“How are you going to get him over here?” Jerry pressed.
“Don’t worry about that. Just be back here at nine.” Jennifer got up, signaling that it was time for Jerry to leave. He took the hint, and wordlessly walked out of the apartment.
This was an exciting time; she always relished the anticipation of regressing a man into infancy. Over the course of the past year, she’d developed a bit of a procedure. She’d make love with the man she was about to transform. She liked to think of it as one last fling. Then, while he basked in the afterglow, she would discreetly reach into the nightstand. In a tiny brown vile was an expensive drug that Jerry had procured months earlier. She’d coat her nipples with the liquid, and simply wait for her lover to return to her arms. She’d gotten the idea from a newspaper article; prostitutes were rolling clients using exactly the same method.
Fred was gay, so she’d have to figure out another way to expose him to the chemical. Since he trusted her completely, she was sure that wouldn’t be a problem.
Jennifer walked from door to door testing the locks. She stood in the middle of the nursery, studying the windowless room. There was no way a little guy could get in any trouble here. She wished that Jerry wanted Fred a bit younger; an angry two year old wandering about her apartment was a bit disconcerting. What if he got out? What if he found a knife?
Too bad he couldn’t be held safely in a playpen, but at the age that Jerry wanted, Fred would easily escape. Perhaps it would only be a matter of explaining the rules and providing a bit of discipline. Jennifer knew that she could handle that.
Chapter 5
Fred walked out of the health club. He was surprised at how hot and sticky it was, as he approached his car in the parking lot. He would have preferred to stick around and work out, maybe even grab a sauna before heading home, but Dennis, his boss, was still on duty so he decided to go home.
He thought that he recognized the car even before the window was lowered. It was Jennifer, Jerry’s sister.
“Fred, do you have a minute?” Jennifer called from her car.
“Jennifer? What are you doing here? What a nice surprise.” Jerry had forgotten what a great smile she had, beautiful rows of pearly white teeth.
“Can we talk, do you have a few minutes?” She motioned to the empty seat next to her. He walked to the other side of the car and got in.
“Is this about Jerry?”
Jennifer shook her head up and down.
“We’ve got to talk,” he said solemnly
He didn’t expect to lose control, but suddenly he found himself crying. Covering his face with his hands, he blubbered, “I just wanted to keep him out of this mess. I’m in so much trouble. I didn’t know what to do.”
“For heaven’s sake Fred,” Jennifer soothed, “Take a deep breath. Calm down and tell me what’s going on.”
There was a long pause, as Fred composed himself, then for the next half hour, he talked non-stop. He explained that it was never his intention to break up with Jerry, and that he was totally uninterested in women. The issue was blackmail. Fred had been caught exchanging pornographic pictures by email, using the health club’s computer.
“You got caught looking at some dirty pictures?” Jennifer scoffed. “Everybody does that now and then; it isn’t the end of the world.”
“Pictures of kids, Jennifer,” Fred croaked, looking down. “Little boys.”
“Child pornography? You’re swapping pictures of children engaged in sex acts? That’s disgusting!”
Jennifer’s obvious revulsion embarrassed Fred; he had to make her understand. “There wasn’t any sex!” Fred stammered. “They were just pictures of little boys, photos we downloaded from the Internet. It wasn’t pornography!”
“Who exactly is ‘we’, Fred?” Fred suspected that Jennifer knew that answer, but had to hear it from him.
“Me and Jerry.” Fred admitted. He watched as Jennifer sighed heavily. “We aren’t child molesters, Jennifer, honest. We just like looking at little boys.” He fidgeted, looking out the car window, waiting for some sort of response. “Dennis caught me, and he’s made my life a living hell ever since.”
Fred could never hurt a child in any way, but he’d compulsively downloaded thousands of images of children, especially little boys, for years. He didn’t understand why, but he did know that he wasn’t alone. Jerry liked looking at the pictures too.
Most of the pictures were harmless enough, little boys playing, family snapshots. Some were more graphic; images of naked toddlers taken at bath time, photos of kids frolicking outside without clothing, but Fred never considered them to be porn. Dennis had a way of making it sound very ugly.
Jennifer knew Dennis; he was the general manager of the health club. Until recently, she was a member, walking several miles on a treadmill whenever she could get her brother to watch their guest-of-the-moment. She knew that he was very full of himself; a self-absorbed egotist who thought that he had the reputation for being a ladies man. He’d asked Jennifer out a couple of months ago and she turned him down on the strong advice of one of her friends at the club.
“He said he’d show the pictures to the owner if I didn’t do what he said. He said that I’d get fired; I could even go to jail.” Fred sniveled. “I had to give him money; five thousand dollars. And he makes me give him….uh…favors.”
“Dennis is gay?” Jennifer asked incredulously.
“Dennis isn’t gay,” Fred spat. “He just loves a good blow job.”
Fred understood that it was all one big, funny game to Dennis. Lock the door to the office, and make the fag get down on his knees. It only took a few minutes to put the queer in his place. Fred hated himself for allowing it to happen. It would be bad enough if Dennis simply expected and accepted oral sex, but he abused him on each occasion, roughly grabbing his ears to move his mouth back and forth on his penis.
“Well, this changes everything, doesn’t it?” Jennifer whispered to herself.
Chapter 6
Several days later, Dennis was surprised to get the phone call from Jennifer asking him out. Hadn’t the fat ***** just turned her down just a few weeks ago? The thought occurred to him that women who look like Jennifer shouldn’t be choosy. He realized that she wasn’t the kind of girl to call guys; she must really be horny.
She wanted to meet him at the bar at 8:00. He’d make her wait for an hour or so just to show her who was in charge; the technique had become a bit of a trademark.
He walked into the tavern; the room was dimly lit, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Eventually he spotted her, sitting alone at a table in the corner. He couldn’t help but notice that he’d caught the eye of two girls sitting at the bar. He did work out a lot; his biceps always attracted a lot of attention, especially in the sleeveless shirt that he was wearing.
Perhaps it was his hair that the women liked. His hair was long, thick, and curly, and a deep shade of red.
She was definitely fatter than she remembered. He walked to the table, and she got up and gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. He couldn’t help but stare at her swollen breasts.
“Damn, babe, I gotta ask, did you have them done?”
“No I didn’t ‘have them done’, Mr. Nosey. If you have to know, they’re all mine.”
“You’ve put on a few pounds,” he laughed. She frowned. Realizing what he’d said, he quickly added, “But on you, it looks good.” She did have a pretty face. Perhaps this night wouldn’t be wasted after all.
They sat and drank for a couple of hours. Dennis told her how he hoped to become a regional manager with several store mangers under him. He had to smile when he used that expression; an image of Fred on his knees in front of him flashed in his mind. He also rambled on about the vitamin regimen that he was on and his workout routine. She listened quietly, seemingly intensely interested everything that he had to say.
He wasn’t surprised when she invited him back to her house. She obviously needed him badly.
Once in bed, he took her immediately, ramming himself into her savagely. To hell with foreplay; this ***** wanted it and he was just the guy to give it to her. He plummeted her relentlessly. He paused and rolled off of her. Standing up beside the bed, he looked down on Jennifer’s naked form as she lay panting on the mattress. Jennifer looked up at Dennis; she seemed surprised that he’d stopped.
Without warning, Dennis grabbed her by an arm and a leg and flipped her over. “You’re going to like this baby,” he croaked. “Trust me.” Kneeling between her legs, he lifted her by the waist, pushing her head down at the same time.
“No, don’t, please,” Jennifer begged. ‘I don’t do that.”
He loved it when they begged like that. It made things so much better.
She squealed like a little pig; he loved that too. He didn’t care if the neighbors heard. Holding her tightly at the waist, he pushed himself in and out of her puckered pink opening. It only took a couple of minutes; he was far too excited to last for very long. He heard himself groan as he pulled at her spastically. She shrieked one last time when he spilled his seed deep inside of her. It was all over as quickly as it had started.
He saw some blood on the sheets, yet more on the bedspread. He didn’t give it more than a passing thought; that happened sometimes.
“So, what do you think?” he asked, standing next to the bed pulling up his pants. “Was that wild, or what?”
Dennis saw her wipe her face on the pillowcase before she turned over and sat up.
“If you hadn’t been in such a hurry, I could have made it even better.” She looked up at him, trembling. Her eyes were red and her nose was running. She smiled oddly; reaching into the nightstand, she found and opened a tiny brown bottle. Coating an index finger with the liquid, she offered it to the Dennis who stood above her. “Taste this.”
“What is it?” he asked suspiciously.
“You’ll see. It makes Viagara seem like candy.”
Shit, hadn’t this woman got enough of him yet? Dennis gave Jennifer an evil grin as he took her hand and raised it to her mouth. He put her finger between his lips, sucking on the proffered digit like a baby at a latex nipple. Slowly, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he slumped face first onto the mattress.
Chapter 7
Her first thought was of the bedding. There was blood all over the sheets, and the off-white bedspread, nearly new, was smeared bight red in several areas. She managed to gather the damaged bedding, rolling Dennis aside so she could take off the sheet, and put it all in a large plastic bag. The stains would never come out; it would all have to be thrown away.
Dennis would be unconscious for at least a couple of hours, but Jennifer was not about to take any chances with this monster. Still naked, she dashed into the garage, looking for the heavy plastic ties she’d purchased at the hardware a week earlier. The ties were designed to bundle wiring and cables, but she knew that law enforcement agencies used them as disposable handcuffs. Working frantically, she wrapped two around his ankles then, bending his arms behind his back, tightly wrapped three around his wrists. Using a short extension cord, she connected his wrists to his ankles. Finally, she stretched several layers of duct tape around his head and over his mouth.
CONTINUE TO PART 2