Chapter One
All lovely things will fade and die;
And youth, that's now so bravely spending,
Will beg a penny by and by.
--Conrad Aiken
Jennifer was livid, Ted had been out all night again carousing. The
tears had dried hours ago and the pain had slowly turned into anger. If
he had been employed, he would have fired long ago, but he didn't need
to work, he had been born rich. His great-grandfather, Johann Bjorn, had
made a fortune trading railroad stocks and had a son. He fathered a
conceited, self-centered, compulsive womanizer, who had in his turn,
inherited the family wealth and sired Theodore, who was even more
spoiled as a child than his father had been. His mother had died early
in Ted's life, she had died of a broken heart, a by-product of his
father's pastime. The coroner had ruled death by alcohol and drug
overdose.
Three generations of genetic reinforcement and a lifetime of leisure had
produced Ted. He made nothing, thought nothing, contributed nothing to
anyone, unless distributing the money from the "Trust Fund Everlasting,"
as Ted called it, counted, which Jennifer doubted. His donations to
liquor stores, bars, restaurants and call girls could hardly be called
charitable by anyone except the most sorted character.
Ten years ago he had been different, she had married a handsome
twenty-five year old lawyer who had graduated from law school at the top
of his class. She sighed in anger and frustration. Five years ago he had
received his inheritance, after his father died in an auto accident. He
had instantly become the lord of his demesne, accountable to no one; a
king enthroned by the sovereign power of invested capital. There was
enough money to last a score lifetimes in soft, pampered idleness. The
principal was safely tucked away in a trust fund conceived by batteries
of lawyers and consisting of cribs of legal documents which protected
the principal against government, taxes, lawsuits, natural disasters,
economic depressions and the foolishness of those who it nurtured. His
inheritance had proved disastrous for him.
Slowly, he lost his drive and ambition and then his faith in himself. He
had even lost faith in her love for him because he knew he didn't
deserve it. Now there was nothing left but a spoiled, self-indulgent
drunken child, protected against all harm by the thick swaddling of
money and booze.
She would have left him, she thought, but she still loved him and she
couldn't bear the idea of Ted marrying anyone else, no matter how he
behaved.
She remembered her wedding night and how she reacted when Ted told her
new name was Norse in origin. Jennifer told him her first name was Welsh
and a form of Guenevere, which meant "white or good spirit". She had
suggested teasingly that he was really a Viking who wanted to steal her
away from her true love, King Arthur. Then he informed her that Bjorn
meant "bear" and that his name had been common among Viking chieftains.
She had sat quietly for a moment and considered her new role as Mrs.
Bear, when the thought hit her that if she was Mrs. Bear, then naturally
he must be Mr. Bear... Mr. Ted Bear. He was her Teddy Bear! She had
broken up in uncontrollable giggles when the idea hit her and it was
several minutes before she regained enough composure to explain the joke
to Ted. His "bedroom" name had been teddy bear ever since.
Not that there was much of that happening in their bedroom these days,
she thought glumly. He seemed to have lost interest in her these last
years. It wasn't caused by a lack of libido on his part. She knew he was
sleeping with other women and it infuriated her. She had carefully
concealed from him what she had discovered about his "extracurricular
activities" and how she had exposed him.
What Ted didn't know, was that she was psychic and a very powerful and
accomplished witch. Nothing that he did was hidden from her despite his
halfhearted albeit well-meaning attempts to keep his little "flings", as
he thought of them, secret.
She had tried everything to arouse his interest and failed miserably.
"There are just too many good-looking, big-breasted women who are
attracted by the smell of horny fools with lots of loose money," she
thought. Jennifer looked down at her own full breasts, "Ted liked my
breasts when we married, he was very attracted to big breasts then and
he's still preoccupied with big knockers. Infantile idiot! He just can't
resist the opportunity for a quick romp with some big-boobed,
empty-headed, valley girl."
Jennifer sighed again when she thought of the two years it took to
perfect her youth spell. She had maintained an age of twenty-seven ever
since. Not that she couldn't make herself younger, she thought. She
could make her body, or for that matter anyone, any age she wished,
while retaining all their adult mental faculties and memories. She
could, however, become young enough to lose control of her body as had
happened one horrible weekend when she was developing the spell. One day
as a clumsy pre-teenager had convinced her that she preferred to be a
mature, but young and firm twenty-seven year old. "Thank the Goddess
that Ted was out of town that weekend," she muttered to herself, wincing
at the memory.
She was thoroughly disgusted with Ted's behavior. She had discussed it
with her friends and members of her coven, but no one had come up with
any scheme to change him.
Last week, at her wits end, she had gone to a marriage councilor, who
had discussed the "Peter Pan" syndrome and suggested that time and
maturity would cure Ted. He described Ted as the "Eternal Child", who
suddenly has had a world of toys given him, and naturally plays with
them until he becomes bored. "It's just a matter of time and age," he
said.
"Age!", she thought, "After five years of uninterrupted play, he doesn't
need age, he needs a spanking! He needs to want to grow up! He needs his
toys taken away until he is mature enough to deserve them. He needs
someone to stand over him and tell him what to do, to take care of him
until he can do it for himself. He's just an overgrown child", she
thought. "Just a big baby" and she started giggling, suddenly struck
with a mental image of him sitting on the floor in diapers and crying.
"Maybe", she thought "just maybe, I've been looking at this from the
wrong direction. I shouldn't be trying to mature him, he has to do that
himself and I know exactly how to make him want to grow up!" She got up
and said to herself, "I think it's time to do some shopping for Ted!"
She went to the kitchen, picked up her purse and keys and went into the
garage, intending to take his Suburban instead of her Audi. "He'll come
home and curl up with in bed with his bottle, he won't need it," she
reassured herself. "And Baby, am I going to need a lot of room on this
shopping trip!", she chuckled to herself as she drove away.
Ted walked (or rather staggered) in at about noon, poured himself a
drink then took it and himself to bed. He got into bed, not noticing the
Jennifer had taken his Suburban, and fell into an ethanol anesthetized
slumber that normally lasted ten hours.
Ted woke up with a dry mouth and a slight twinge of nausea. Staring
bleary eyed at the clock-radio he decided that it was about an hour and
twenty minutes to midnight. He picked up the drink he had left beside
the bed and downed half in one draught and lay back down on the pillow
to recover and wake up, still holding the drink in his hand. His knees
ached from a fall down some stairs at a bar last night. After a few
minutes the door open and Jennifer entered carrying a bed serving tray.
She placed the tray beside him on the bed, smiled sweetly, kissed him on
the forehead, then sat herself down on the chair beside the bed. "I
think you'll feel better if you drink some of my herbed tomato juice
instead of that," gently taking the drink from his hand and placing it
on the bedside table. "I made some breakfast for you, bacon, eggs, toast
and plum jam and if you finish the juice right now, I have brandy posset
for dessert with lots of brandy," she cooed, picking up the tray and
settling it over his legs. Ted groaned at the prospect of drinking the
"herbed" tomato juice, her hangover cures always worked, but they made
him feel like he had swallowed a fire hose and turned the valve on full,
with water gushing from every pore. He looked at the sweetly determined
expression on her face and decided that drinking the ghastly concoction
took less courage than arguing with her in his condition, so he lifted
the glass and drained it in a single breathless gulp. "This was the
worst cure yet," he thought, "She must have changed the recipe."
Jennifer nodded and smiled at him and shook out his napkin for him.
"Eat, get some more sleep and you'll feel better tomorrow." He began
eating the eggs with the taste of the "cure" in his mouth, praying that
the food would cover its bitter tang but having little hope for that
particular blessing. When he finished she handed him a very large brandy
snifter with his favorite hangover remedy, a brandy posset; two raw
eggs, half-and-half, salt, sugar, and vanilla mixed with a large amount
of Mr. Boston Five Star Brandy. He began to get very sleepy about two
thirds of the way through the posset. Ted looked at Jennifer around the
rim of the snifter and realized she was smiling at him. She never smiled
at him when he drank. He wanted to ask her what she was so happy about,
but his eyelids were drooping and he was having a hard time keeping them
open. As he drifted of to sleep, she took the snifter from his hands and
he heard her chuckle and say, "Sleep tight, baby."
Chapter Two
Babies are such a nice way to start people.
--Don Herold
The next morning when he woke up he had a decidedly odd feeling. He lay
on his side with his eyes closed trying to determine just exactly what
felt strange. The pillow smelled like baby powder and the mattress felt
wrong, it was too hard. When he shifted his back the sheet slid
slightly, as if the mattress cover was plastic. His arms and legs didn't
feel right and his head felt too heavy. He lifted his right leg and bent
the knee to test the joint but there was no pain. As he put his leg down
he heard/felt a thin, crackling, plastic sound around his upper thigh
and buttocks. He put his hand down to the area and felt plastic over
some padding. He felt around his stomach and buttocks and they were
covered too. His pajamas were gone and he was wearing....? Ted's eyes
jerked open and he was fully awake. He felt again, he was wearing...
DIAPERS ?!!
He looked away from the pillow and saw a line of vertical brown wooden
bars rising up from the edge of the bed. He looked up over the pillow
and saw that the line of wooden bars ended with a large oak headboard
which had a pastel painting of diapered teddy bears. He looked at the
foot of the bed and saw a similar painting on the footboard. There was
something trying to grab his attention from the corner of his eye. The
blanket. It had teddy bears on it too!
With a growing horror he realized where he was... in a nursery! He threw
off the blanket and grabbed the bars to stand up. As he stood up the
diaper pulled at his hips heavily. He put one hand tentatively down to
the front of his diaper and squeezed the lowest part. It squished slowly
in his fingers like a saturated sponge. He squeezed again, inadvertently
pushing against the part of diaper covering his lower abdomen. The soggy
diaper had cooled slightly in the few minutes away from contact with him
and it felt cold against his skin. Ted screwed up his face in an
expression of momentary puzzlement; the crotch of his diaper felt chilly
and....damp? ........WET??! Alarmed, he looked down and clutched the
front of his diaper with both hands. Immediately, he fell backwards onto
the blanket. He landed on his bottom in a sodden heap.
He sat there facing the crib side with his bare feet in front of him,
knees flexed and out to the sides, the soles of his feet almost
touching. He wanted to cry! He needed to cry! This was a bad dream, a
nightmare, it couldn't possibly be real! He sat motionless in the crib.
He was trapped, the sides of the crib were too tall to climb over and
escape. Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes unbidden and began to
roll down his face.
The curtains were gaily colored and had the same teddy bear motif as the
blanket and crib. Even the walls had cut-out posters of teddy bears. He
saw a matching oak dresser against the wall with a changing table on top
with baby powder, lotion, disposable towelettes, and a stack of clean
diapers. A dirty diaper hamper stood alongside the dresser. The room
smelled of clean sheets and baby powder. His eyes moved down to look at
the floor and he saw a baby walker with table next to the closet. In the
corner there was a large rocking chair.
He shifted his feet to get more comfortable and he looked down at his
feet. HIS FEET??!! Those weren't his feet, these feet were round and
soft and chubby like a.....like the feet of a..... With a start he
realized he had been looking over his hand at his feet. That was because
his hand was at his mouth. Well, not at his mouth precisely, because one
of his fingers was in his mouth; his thumb. His thumb was in his mouth
and he was sucking it !!!
This could not be happening to him! He wanted to scream in rage at his
helplessness. He couldn't be a baby, wearing a very wet diaper, sitting
in a crib and sucking his thumb!
He felt a vague apprehension that he had missed something important. He
turned his head and saw only the open curtains with the morning sun
beaming through and he realized what he had subconsciously feared. It
was morning and whoever took care of the baby..... took care of him...
would be in the nursery any minute to change him.
The fear of discovery and the threat of extreme humiliation rolled over
him like a thick blanket blotting out any rational thought. He closed
his eyes and darkness immediately enveloped him, shutting out the
shameful world he had found himself inhabiting. He rocked back and forth
at the waist, savoring the pleasant sensations the constant motion gave
him. The comforting blackness was only marred by the thin wails of a
crying baby. The sound seemed far away at first; a barely perceptible
intrusion in the background. He struggled to focus his disordered mind
on the sound of the baby. As he concentrated the wail became nearer and
clearer to him. They sounded like they were in the same room with him.
He wanted to open his eyes and look around for the baby, but the thought
of seeing himself in an infant's nursery filled him with a nameless
dread. He kept his eyes closed and tried to locate the source of the
sound by concentration alone. The screams became louder until they
filled his head. Then the realization of what was happening hit him. He
was crying! He was wailing and bawling at the top of his lungs.
Screaming out against a world he no longer understood and could not
change! He opened his eyes and squalled as tears ran down his face. He
had lost control of his emotions and they were running away with him,
regressing him to a time when his emotions controlled him utterly.
He was wet, cold, humiliated, and terrified. He was scared someone he
didn't know would hear him and come to see what was the matter. He was
even more afraid someone he did know would come through the door. He was
alone and helpless and panicky! Knowing this only made it worse and
frightened him even more. He tried to stop crying, to grab a breath, but
he couldn't, and now he could hear foot steps in the hall. They were
coming closer, time slowed down to a crawl, the door opened and standing
there was....was... Jennifer ?!!
She had an apron on, and she was smiling, coming toward him with her
arms outstretched, and cooing, "There, there, baby, its alright, Mommy's
here, everything is alright."
She picked him up and held him to her chest, with one hand supporting
his bottom and the other on his back. He lay against her sobbing, while
she comforted him with her hand patting him on the back saying "Mommy's
here, baby, mommy's here."
He felt his bottom held securely against her, completely cradled by her
hand and fingers. She sat down in the rocking chair with him in her arms
rocking slowly, gently until his sobs died away.
When he had quieted down, she turned him so that he was sitting on her
lap, his back leaning against her left arm, legs across her lap, facing
up at her looking down at him with a smile of motherly concern and love.
She patted the front of his diaper and said, "Did baby pee in his
diaper?
Does baby need his diaper changed ?"
He started to cry again but she held his head to her shoulder with her
right hand and said "It's okay baby, mommy will take care of everything.
Mommy will change you. Don't worry, baby boy. Mommy's right here."
She rocked again until he was quiet, the got up carrying him to the
changing table on dresser, and laid him on his back. He got wide-eyed as
she undid the tape on the diaper, first the far side and then on the
side nearest her, smiling down at him and prattling baby talk to him
non-stop, while pulling the diaper up away from his stomach and down
between his legs in front, revealing him completely to her thoughtful
gaze. He lay naked and exposed to her and he blushed in deep
embarrassment. He was shamed and humiliated by his wet diaper.
Then, with her left hand she picked up both of his feet and lifted him
easily until his bottom was free of the table, and with her right hand
she removed the soggy diaper and tossed it into the dirty diaper pail.
She took a moist towelette and washed his front, then turned him over on
his stomach and washed his bottom. Then she rubbed his bottom all over
with baby lotion, turning him over on his back so she could finish his
front. " Does baby like that when I do this? Does baby like his wee-wee
rubbed with baby lotion?"
He wriggled vigorously and was dismayed that he could not tell whether
he squirmed in pleasure or mortification. She sprinkled his pubic area
generously with baby powder and lifted his feet again with her left hand
while putting a clean diaper beneath him. She laid him down, and grasped
the far front side of the diaper with her right hand, simultaneously
smoothing the rear piece over it with the left hand and taping it down.
She did the same to the other side and picked him up and carried him
back to the crib and placed him in it saying, "It's too early for you to
be up, baby." and she laid him down on his back, pulled the blanket up
around him and tucked him in.
She reached into her apron and pulled out a full baby bottle, removed
the cap and pushed the nipple into his mouth. He almost started crying
again, but to his horror, his mouth betrayed him and he started nursing
and sucking the nipple voraciously, the warm formula filling his mouth
and rolling down his throat. He could taste it not only on top and sides
of his tongue, but on the sides of his mouth. He was very hungry and
thirsty and the formula fulfilled both needs. Sucking felt sooo..good.
It was a deep, gratifying, stimulating, almost sexual pleasure that
pervaded him with a feeling of lassitude and security. He distantly
heard her say, "That's a go-od Baby! Drink your formula all down."
He was embarrassed, humiliated and helpless, but he kept nursing the
formula, his lips tingled with every movement of the nipple. He could
not control himself. The sweet aroma and taste of the warm formula
permeated his mouth. He had become chilled after sitting up bare and
uncovered while wearing a cold, wet diaper. Now, as his stomach
distended with milk, his abdomen warmed. He drank nearly all of the
formula and began to feel sated.
He felt warm all over and he was getting very, very, sleepy. Jennifer
stood at the side of the crib and watched him affectionately as his eyes
closed and the bottle began to slip from his hands. Taking the bottle
from him tenderly, she pulled the nipple from his lips. She reached into
her apron pocket and retrieved a pacifier and placed its nipple in his
mouth as he fell into a deep sleep. With both hands, she carefully
lifted him slightly from the crib and turned him on his side, gently and
quietly tucking in the blanket around his small slumbering body. Smiling
broadly now, she put the cover back on the bottle and returned it to her
apron pocket. "Sweet dreams, baby.", she said as she turned and left the
room, closing the door behind her. "Sweet dreams."
Ted woke slowly from a bad dream, the worst he had ever had. It seemed
so real, everything was so detailed; the sounds, the textures, colors,
even the taste and touch had seemed real. No wonder the dream made him
want to hide his head under the blanket until it went away and waking
consciousness fully returned. Rather than give in to a childish fear, he
kept his eyes closed and tried to remember the dream. What was the point
of the dream? Was Jennifer trying to "change" him?
Ted opened his eyes fully expecting to see his bedroom, instead he was
back in the dream, a diapered baby in a crib. He began to moan, a low
pitiful sound, drawn from him unwillingly as despair filled his mind and
compassed his being. The moan grew into a wail and filled him with
sound, shutting out reality. It went on for an eternity, feeding on
itself, drawing him deeper into a wordless void, without form or
substance, a nomina without light or hope, consisting of only loss and
emptiness. He drifted in the void aimlessly, until he felt the faint
pull of something warm and kind. He moved closer to it and it reached
out and found him, surrounding him with love. The something comforted
him wordlessly and his wounded psyche clung to it, as it tenderly
enveloped and protected him. Gradually, he began to return to reality,
as his exhausted mind turned from a terror it had no energy to
contemplate.
He became aware of motion, a rocking, like a ship at anchor. A slow,
gentle, inviting movement was luring him home to safety. He heard his
own sobs grow quiet and then cease. He felt soft, warm fabric against
his face and a gentle hand stroking his head. He opened his eyes and saw
Jennifer's concerned face looking down at him with love and compassion
shining in her eyes. He saw her lips move and realized she was speaking,
murmuring to him, but the sounds had no meanings other than emotions to
him. He looked at her, his rescuer, his wife, and smiled shyly at her,
fearful she would grow angry and leave him.
Jennifer continued to hold and comfort him and he began to comprehend
her words. "Momma's here baby, its okay. Everything is fine. Momma will
take care of you. Don't worry, baby. Mamma will protect you. Momma loves
her baby. Momma won't let anything happen to her baby. Its okay, baby.
Hush baby, momma's here."
Ted laid his head against her breast, while she rocked the rocking
chair, her hands holding him to her breast. Ted was at peace with
reality and himself now. He knew she would protect him and take care of
him. After a few more minutes she said, "It's time for baby's
breakfast."
Jennifer got up from the chair, placed him on her right hip with one of
his legs in front of her and one behind her. She put her hand on his
bottom and held him tightly against her side. Ted bounced as he rode her
hip. Jennifer opened the door and Ted looked out at the hall when they
emerged. He was surprised to discover the nursery was the guest bedroom
next to the master bedroom. They went into the kitchen where Jennifer
put him into a high chair whose table was decorated with teddy bears. He
drew circles around the bears with his fingers as she stepped behind the
high chair to fasten his feeding bib.
She went to the pantry and returned with a blue rubber-coated feeding
spoon and a jar of baby food. Jennifer pulled a chair close to the high
chair and opened the jar, spooned some out and began to feed him.
"You'll like this, it's oatmeal and applesauce. Mmmmm. Now open wide."
The oatmeal was perfectly smooth in texture and the applesauce gave it a
very pleasant sweet-fruity flavor. He swallowed a big spoonful only to
find another had taken its place before he was ready. She spooned it in
faster than he could swallow it (he was having trouble exercising
conscious control over swallowing), but she kept spooning it in. She
scraped the sides of his mouth and chin with the spoon when the layer of
oatmeal got too thick and fed him the scrapings too, until the jar was
empty and his face was reasonably free of oatmeal.
She got up, went to the pantry again and brought back a jar of Gerber
fruit juice and a small plastic baby bottle. She filled the bottle,
screwed the nipple on tight, and gave him the bottle. He put the nipple
into his mouth and started sucking, watching her intently. The aroma of
sweet apple cider filled his mouth and nose as he sucked on the nipple.
She smiled at him and said, "I guess I should tell you what's happened
to you. I guess you would say, " She chuckled and continued, "that is,
if you could talk,... which you can't !..., that I happened to you, you
see, I'm a witch."
His eyes grew wide as she continued, "I'm a card-carrying, third degree,
Esbat attending, High Priestess of a coven. I cast a spell on you and
regressed your body to your personality's age!"
Ted's eyes grew as wide as saucers as she said, "I finally got tired of
your infantile behavior. This is my house and I don't need your help to
run it. I have your full power of attorney to do it with too! Remember
last year when you went on a bender for three weeks and the water, gas
and electric companies turned off the services because you didn't pay
them? I couldn't pay them because the bank accounts were in your name.
Do you remember granting me a full power of attorney so that I could
keep the house running? Of course that was only after you took a cab to
the liquor store on a Saturday and an off-duty police officer arrested
you for public intoxication after you made some remarks to her about how
nice her tits looked and how you would like to bed her. You had to write
a check for me bail you out. I didn't have an account so I had to wait
until Monday to cash the check at your bank and you had to spend the
weekend in the drunk tank. You gave me a full power-of-attorney that
same day before you curled up with your liquor bottle on the sofa and
returned to la-la land. I take care this house alone and from now on
I'll take care of you too! You've shown that you're completely
irresponsible! I don't have time to keep up this house and go traipsing
around town cleaning up your messes and trying to keep you out of
trouble. You don't need a wife, you need a mommy! When I married you, I
agreed to stay with you for better or worse. As far as I'm concerned the
worst is over! I'd rather take care of a baby in diapers than a wayward
husband. If you can't behave like an adult and have to be looked after
like an infant then it's up to me to take responsibility for you. If I
can't be your wife, then I'll be your Mommy!
If you want to act like a child, then fine, act like a child, you can
act as childish and infantile as you want, but from now on you'll do it
on my terms.
If you want to sleep curled up around a bottle, that's fine with me, but
it will be a baby bottle, not a liquor bottle. Now you can ogle every
womans' breasts if you want and no one will be embarrassed. If you want
to act cute and flirt with my friends go ahead, I don't mind. Only they
won't be sitting on your lap with you fondling them. Now, you'll be
sitting on their lap and they'll be playing with you !
You'll wear clean clothes every day because I'll dress you. I won't have
to wash underwear you've worn for a month, because I'll change your
diapers everytime you wet or dirty them. I won't be cleaning the
bathroom because you've gotten drunk and missed the toilet and peed on
yourself and the floor. You'll pee in your diaper and not on my clean
floor !
From now on you'll take a bath every day, because I'll bathe you, baby!
I'll choose when you'll get up and when you'll go to sleep. I'll decide
where you'll go, what you'll wear and what you'll drink and eat. You'll
eat what I put in front of you because I'll spoon-feed you your meals
myself.
You'll go shopping with me every time whether you want to or not. You'll
wear seat belts in the car, because from now on you'll ride strapped
into a baby seat in the back seat. We won't cut short a shopping trip
because you're hungry or thirsty or tired or you need to go home to go
to the bathroom. You'll be strapped into a stroller with a diaper bag
full of baby food, formula and clean diapers behind you on the stroller.
If you want to take a nap while we're shopping, you'll nap in the
stroller. If you need to pee or poop, you'll do it in your diaper while
sitting in the stroller.
You can't embarrass me in front of my friends. Babies don't embarrass
anyone, they're only endearing. You won't even have to worry about being
caught by my friends running around the house with nothing on but your
old, dirty, sagging, B.V.D.'s anymore. A baby wearing droopy diapers
doesn't offend anyone, its just charming.
You won't stink up my house with your cigarettes and cigars. If you want
to suck on something, you can suck on your thumb or your pacifier. You
won't get underfoot while I'm working in the kitchen, making the bed, or
cleaning the house. You'll sit in your playpen quietly and play with
your toys.
You won't interrupt my soaps with your comments about the acting or the
script. Because you can't talk, baby!! But the best part is that your
womanizing days are over!! The only other women you'll be spending time
alone with will be your babysitters!
In short, baby, you'll behave yourself. If you don't, I'll put you in a
playpen for a timeout. If you still act up, I'll put you in your crib
for the night. And if you're very naughty....." She paused for a breath
of air,... "I'll put you over my knee, pull down your diaper and spank
your bare bottom !!!"
The bottle was out of his mouth and his eyes were wide and his mouth was
open in an expression of utter astonishment at her tirade. "Do You
Understand Me?", she demanded.
He closed his mouth and nodded meekly.
"Until you learn how to behave, you're going to be a baby! My baby! I'm
going to be the Momma in this house and you'll play by my rules! You're
the baby and I'm your Mommy! Is that understood?"
He nodded again.
"Good!", she said, "Now finish your juice, baby. We're going for a trip
this morning."
She went to the kitchen sink and moistened a wash cloth. Jennifer
returned and said, "Be still, baby!", then scrubbed his lips and face.
She removed his bib, and took it in the kitchen. She left him sitting
alone with the bottle to finish his juice. When she finished washing
dishes, she came over, lifted him out of the high chair and carried him
into the family room.
Sitting in the middle of the floor was a brand new playpen. She put him
and his bottle into the playpen and turned on the TV She looked at the
newspaper program schedule for a moment, turned on the TV and said,
"Good! I found the perfect show for you to watch, baby. Barney! He's
exactly the right age level for you! Now be good while mommy goes and
changes her clothes."
She left him alone with the TV and went to the bedroom. She closed the
door to the bedroom and chuckled. Her plan was working. She hoped it
would, not just because she loved Ted and wanted to help him, but also
because of the personal risk to her.
She believed fervently in the Three-Fold Law; what you do to others
shall be returned three fold. She was running an enormous risk, both
spiritually and karmically.
She wished though, that she hadn't projected the feeling of despair so
strongly, it almost drove him over the edge. She frowned, she hadn't
planned on Ted being so sensitive telepathically, he had never been that
psychically receptive before. Perhaps it was because he was in an infant
body? She had only meant to get him to accept her as his new mother
figure, not terrify him. Oh well, what's done is done. She'd try to be
extra sweet and gentle with him in the future. At least she'd been able
to read him the riot act convincingly. She had rehearsed that
"spontaneous" outburst all day.
He had to accept his role as a baby in order to grow up. She'd give him
the opportunity to have a very short but normal babyhood. Maybe then he
would develop trust in others and faith in himself. If he had faith in
himself then he would seek independence and responsibility again. She
was the foil, the foe he would seek to overcome, and in the attempt, he
would learn and grow spiritually without needing to understand that he
was the source of his problems. She thought it would take a month,
perhaps as long as six weeks, before she could let him be five or ten
years old again. Then she could explain everything to him, but not now.
Now she had to become his mommy; to nurture him, to love him, to care
for him and if necessary, to discipline him. He had to learn that there
were limits on his behavior!
Jennifer came back into the family room, picked him up out of the
playpen and said, "It's time to get you dressed."
She carried him into the nursery and laid him on his back in the crib.
She went to the dresser and opened a drawer and took out a white
T-shirt. "Look, baby!" she said. "Mommy bought you a nice new T-shirt
and it's exactly your size!"
She held it out for him to see. It had line drawings of a pacifier, a
baby bottle and a large breast. Beneath each picture was a single word
caption;
Good , Better , and Best. Jennifer lowered the crib side, grasped his
chest under both arms and pulled him up to a sitting position. She put
her hand though the shirt sleeve and held his hand in her own while
pulling down the shirt over his arm. Then she worked his head through
the neck hole and put his arm through the other sleeve.
"Isn't that better ?", she said.
Ted was mortified.
"Oops," she said, "I forgot to check your diaper."
She pushed him down on his back and reached with the four fingers of her
hand held flat and together and slid them into the front of his diaper.
"Well," she said, "you're a little wet, but you'll be okay until we get
to Lisa's house. I'll change you then."
"Oh no," he thought, "she's taking me to Lisa's to show her what she's
done to me. I'll never be able to look Lisa in the face again."
She went to the closet, opened the door and took a blue plastic bag from
the top shelf. She brought it over to the dresser, opened the top drawer
and began putting things inside the bag. When she was finished, she
closed the drawer and took a stack of diapers and put them in the bag.
She put the strap over her shoulder and went to the crib, picked him up
and put him on her hip, holding his bottom with her right hand.
She carried him into the kitchen and put the diaper bag on the counter.
Still holding him she went to the pantry and took out some baby food. He
glanced inside the pantry as she made her selection. "No,.. no,....
please no !", he thought desperately as he saw the stock of food in the
pantry. There were enough baby food jars on the shelf to feed him for a
month. She brought the jar back to the counter and placed it beside the
diaper bag. She turned to the refrigerator and took out a capped baby
bottle which she put in the bag. Then she opened a kitchen drawer took
out a feeding spoon and put it and the jar into the bag. She grasped the
bag's strap, put it on her shoulder, reached over the counter and picked
up her purse and keys.
She carried him out to the garage, went to the rear passenger side of
"his" Suburban, and opened the door.
"My Suburban !", he raged mentally, as he saw the baby seat fastened to
the rear seat.
She put her purse and keys on top of the Suburban and put the diaper bag
on the floor behind the front seat. She put him into the seat, pulling
the restraining straps over his shoulders and secured the clip of the
safety harness into matching lock of the strap that she drew up between
his legs and over his crotch. Then she adjusted the straps until he was
held firmly in the seat.
"Oh dear," she said. "I almost forgot your blankee!"
Leaving his door open, Jennifer put her purse into the front seat and
took the keys with her into the house. She emerged a few minutes latter,
carrying the blanket from the crib and locked the garage door behind
her. She came back around to the rear door and put the blanket in his
hands and said, "Here baby, take your blankee."
She closed the door, went to the other side of the Suburban and got in
the front. She put the keys in the ignition, started the engine, opened
the garage door by remote control, and backed out of the driveway.
Chapter Three
As long as you know that most men are like children you know everything.
--Coco Chanel
The drive to Lisa's was mercifully short, but Ted held on to the padded
safety bar with a death grip. Not that Jennifer was speeding, in fact,
she was driving much slower than normal. Ted decided that this must be
another manifestation of her new found maternal instinct. He dreaded
this visit with Lisa. He had been trying for the past three years to get
into her pants with no luck. If she saw him like this, he would never
have another chance at her, she would laugh in his face. All the
"special" favors, the compliments, all his preparation would be wasted.
That's if she believed Jennifer,.. a very big if. The worst part would
be when Jennifer told her who her baby really was..... Lisa's big blue
eyes would open wide, she'd stare at him, ask Jennifer if was really
true and frown and say how sorry she was and ask what had happened. Lisa
was a photo-journalist, she would get the story out of Jennifer. Then
she'd wait until they had left and call the police.
Lisa was simply not going to believe that Jennifer was a witch and had
turned a grown man, her husband, into a baby. It wasn't reasonable.
She'd call the police, who would investigate, find him and assume that
Jennifer had lost her mind and kidnapped someone's baby. He'd become a
ward of the court when the couldn't find his "mother" and Jennifer would
spend the rest of her life in an institution for the criminally insane.
He would lose whatever chance he had to be returned to normal. On the
other hand, if she did believe Jennifer, then no matter what he did in
the future, she would remember him as a baby. His dashing masculine
image, built up so meticulously in Lisa's eyes, would be hopelessly
overpowered by the mental picture of a drooling, crawling infant.
He was utterly miserable. He wallowed in self-pity and trembled at the
thought of the impending ordeal. Lisa's house was in the hill country
not far from Jennifer's and Ted's house. She greeted them at the door
and invited them in saying, "Oh hi, Jennifer, come in."
Lisa looked closely at Ted's T-shirt, chuckled at the message on the
front and said, "What a cute baby shirt! Who's your little friend,
Jennifer? I don't think I've met him before."
Jennifer laughed merrily and said, "Oh, but you have. He's been over
here lots of times. You don't recognize him?"
Lisa tilted her head sideways and regarded Ted thoughtfully. After a
moment she said, "I have the impression I've seen him, but the only baby
that's ever been over here is Vivian's little girl. Who is he?" Jennifer
had her hands full with one hand holding Ted on her hip and the other
holding both her purse and the diaper bag, said tiredly, "It's a long
story, why don't we go into the living room were I can put all this
stuff down and we can sit on the couch?"
They went into the living room and sat down. Jennifer sat Ted on her
lap, facing Lisa, and held him. Ted groaned inwardly as Jennifer told
Lisa who he was. He blushed when she reacted to the news by saying, "Do
you mean that's him? That's really Ted?"
Jennifer assured her it was and to Ted's astonishment Lisa burst out
laughing. "So you finally did it. It's about time someone put him in his
place. Well, you're more powerful than the rest of us in the coven.
You've got that regression spell down pat. I doubt that any of us could
have done it."
Lisa looked down at him a smiled, "I think you've picked the proper age
for him too, it suits his personality."
Ted was stunned, he was surrounded by witches! It was inconceivable that
he never suspected that Lisa or Jennifer (His WIFE for God's Sake, he
thought in exasperation!) were witches! Lisa's attitude, however, was
annoying considering all he'd done for her. Lisa said, "I can't tell you
how many times I wanted to do something to him. He was always over here
pawing me, bringing me "special" gifts like negligees, and offering me
oily complements. Bah! If you weren't my friend, I'd have punched him in
the nose."
Jennifer said, she understood her feelings and was sorry he had treated
her that way. "But now things are going to be different, I'm going to
take care of him," she promised her friend.
Lisa said, "Honey, we know it's not your fault. You've done the best you
can. Now, what are you going to call him?"
"Call him?" Jennifer said in a confused tone. "His name's Ted. I'll call
him Ted."
Lisa shook her head no. "You can't do that, Ted is an adult's name or at
least a boy's name. You'll have to call him by a baby name. People will
ask questions otherwise."
Jennifer looked thoughtful, then said, "You're right, I'll have to
invent a baby name for him." She sat silently for a moment and she began
to grin. "I think I have the perfect name for him; I'll call him Teddy.
He'll be my little baby boy Teddy," she laughed.
She looked down at him as he sat in her lap and said, "Your name is
Teddy, baby boy. Is Teddy going to be mommy's good baby? Mommy's going
to put you down on the carpet so you can play while Lisa and I talk.
Here!", she said. She took a small teddy bear out of the diaper bag and
put it in his hand, saying, "Here's a teddy for you to play with."
Jennifer stood him up on the carpet next to the couch. He balanced
precariously for a moment, the toy gripped tightly in one hand, then
fell backward and landed on his bottom. He looked up and saw Jennifer
and Lisa laughing at him. He glared at them with wounded dignity. Other
than his pride, he was unhurt, the diaper and carpet had cushioned the
shock. He rocked forward and used both hands and his legs to try and
stand up, only to fall backwards again as he attempted to straighten up.
Jennifer and Lisa burst out in peals of laughter at the display of his
infantile uncoordination.
His face burned with embarrassment and he decided he would rather sit on
the other side of the room, as far away from them as possible.
Unfortunately, the only way for him to get there was to crawl, but given
the present circumstances, he didn't think he could embarrass himself
any more than he just had. He moved slowly, getting up on his hands and
knees to creep quietly away. He didn't wish to draw any more attention
to himself with another failed attempt to stand. When he was midway
there, he was struck by an odd sensation and stopped.
He felt something, a yearning tension, in his lower abdomen; it was
inside, immediately behind and above his testicles, in a place
Occultists call the Muladhara or "Root" Chakra. The pressure was growing
and becoming an unpleasant ache when it was replaced by a different
feeling. He felt a muscular ripple deep inside himself and the pressure
vanished completely. It gradually became a faint sensation of pleasure,
growing in intensity, becoming a quivering throb that rolled through his
pelvis and sent tingling thrills coursing up and down his spine. It
radiated from the perineum, beneath and behind his pubic region to his
belly button and he felt a hot rushing sensation filling his groin. A
warm languid feeling of relaxation and release enveloped him and he
floated momentarily in the bliss that remained as it subsided. The
experience dazed him and he smiled vacantly as he crouched, spellbound,
on his hands and knees. His lucidity returned as he started to recover
and he wondered what had happened to him.
He resumed his creeping, slowly moving away from the couch. As he moved,
he began to realize that something was wrong. His pubic area still felt
warm. His diaper sagged lower now, almost two thirds of the way to his
knees. It felt heavier than it had a few minutes ago. He paused again as
the stink of a dirty diaper assaulted his nostrils.
He froze in panic. He knew that the diaper's reek would reach Jennifer
and Lisa in moments. He was sickened and repelled by what he had just
done. A moments physical pleasure was about to become an afternoon of
anguish and misery. They would laugh and giggle at his childishness.
Jennifer would change his diaper in front of Lisa, cooing and babbling
baby talk to him while she cleaned his dirty bottom. Lisa would sit
there on the couch, smiling and laughing while he lay helpless and naked
to her ridicule. The rest of the afternoon would be spent teasing and
tormenting him with jibes about his immaturity. This body, his body, had
betrayed him again. Jennifer was talking animatedly with Lisa when the
stench reached them. The conversation stopped and both of their heads
turned toward him, their eyes confirming what their noses told them. A
big grin spread across Lisa's face as she said, "I think Teddy just
pooped in his dydee."
Teddy was disconsolate. He could not face them. He waited, motionless,
for Jennifer to get there with the diaper bag. He heard Jennifer sigh
and get up from the couch. He felt the floor shudder slightly as she
dropped the bag by his feet and sat down on the carpet next to him. She
grasped him firmly at the sides, picked him up, turned him around, and
laid him on his back. Jennifer smiled down at him maternally, put a
pacifier in his mouth, and proceeded to pull up his T-shirt and change
him.
Lisa watched him flail his legs in distress as she said, "Ted has begged
me over and over to do a portrait of him. I think this would be the
perfect time to spend an afternoon in the studio and shoot a complete
portfolio of Teddy. That is, if you have the time."
Jennifer looked at his face and her smile turned into a wide grin and
she said, "That's a wonderful idea, I'd love to have an album of baby
pictures, I have all afternoon."
Lisa continued, "A colleague of mine who specializes in juvenile
portraits got married last week and went on her honeymoon. I let her
store all of her equipment, props and costumes in my photography studio
until she returns. She won't mind if I use some of her props and
costumes to do some baby portraits for a friend. We'll have everything
we need for a full session." Jennifer finished changing Teddy and picked
him up, placed him against her shoulder, went to the couch and sat down.
"Let's get started right now!", Jennifer said.
They went into the studio and sat on a chair while Lisa adjusted the
lights and unpacked the props and costumes. Presently, she came back and
said, "Okay, I'm ready. We'll begin over there.", she indicated a
platform with a small white bearskin rug. "Take off his diaper and lay
him down on his tummy."
Jennifer did so and stood to one side. Lisa picked up her camera and
began shooting. "Smile baby,...Biiiig Smile....Come on baby....Biiiiig
Smile!" She stopped and frowned. "This isn't going to work if he doesn't
cooperate.
Jennifer, see if you can do anything with him."
Jennifer sat down on the platform next to Teddy, laid her hand on his
bare bottom and said, "Teddy, I want you to do what Lisa says. Do you
underst and?"
Teddy lay fixedly with a grim expression on his face. She picked him up
and sat him up facing her. He crossed his arms and balked. Looking
determined she said, "If you don't start cooperating right now, I'm
going to spank you!"
Teddy held out against her threat resolutely. He had decided that they
could take all the degrading and embarrassing photos they wanted, but he
was not going to help. He frowned up at her obstinately.
"That's it.", she said and picked him up and put him on her lap, tummy
down, and held him there with her left hand. "You'll do what I tell you
to do baby!", she said and proceeded to spank his bottom. He felt
helpless and humiliated. The pain increased with every swat and he began
to suffer intensely. His anguish was unbearable and he began to cry.
After what seemed like an eternity she stopped, sat him up on her lap
and said, "Are you going to be a good baby? Or do I spank you some
more?" He nodded, tears of submission rolling down his face and she put
him back down on the rug. She went to her purse, took out a tissue and
wiped his nose and face. "Now Smile, baby!", she commanded.
Lisa shot a dozen pictures with him lying naked on the rug. She put down
her camera, went to the wardrobe and came back with something pink and
lacy in her arm. "Diaper him, then dress him in this," she said. "I
think I've got an idea for an adorable picture."
Jennifer diapered him, then lifted his feet and put them through the
holes of something. As she pulled it down his legs he saw it was a pair
of plastic panties, Pink plastic baby-panties with lace. She was
dressing him in Rumba baby panties! He was mortified. Lisa handed
Jennifer a matching pink babydoll dress and sunbonnet. "Put these on him
and put him down on the carpet; I'll get some shots of him creeping,"
Lisa said. Jennifer sat him on the carpet and Lisa took pictures from
various angles.
"This is horrible!", he thought and frowned.
"Smile baby! Smile or momma will spank!", Jennifer said.
He pasted a sick smile on his face and Lisa said, "Perfect, it looks
like he's just about to take a dump in his dydee."
She snapped a few shots of him and looked over her camera with a
particularly nasty smile on her face. "Crawl, baby. Crawl so Aunt Lisa
can take pictures of you at your best. Give us an endearing pose, we
want to see your sweet inner child. Your mommy will have a album of you
acting cute and adorable. Jennifer will have these pictures to remember
when you were her precious little baby. From now on I'm going think of
you as the sweet, precious, little baby in these photos. I'm never going
to let you forget these pictures either, Teddy baby, ever!"
He crept around the floor while they laughed and taunted him. It was
far, far, worse that he had imagined. They photographed him playing with
rattles, sucking on bottles and pacifiers, chewing stuffed animal toys,
and lying on his back and sucking and playing with his toes. Lisa shot
dozens of rolls of film.
"Wait here for a minute, Jennifer. I'll be right back. I saw something
he'd look adorable in.", Lisa said, putting down the camera. She
returned a minute later with a bulky yellow garment over one arm and
said, "Put him in this and I'll get some baby pictures to treasure
forever."
Jennifer sat him up and slipped the garment over his head and buttoned
it down the back. Ted looked down to see what she was dressing him in
and was horrified to see she was putting him in a baby doll dress. It
was an infant's yellow satin party dress and had a crinoline petticoat
attached beneath. The skirt was extremely short and stood out stiffly at
the waist exposing his diapers if he were to do anything but sit
quietly. Jennifer finished the dress off by tying a large bow in front
at waist height. Jennifer set him down on the floor on his hands and
knees. The stiff petticoat forced the skirt up in back as he crept
along, exposing his padded bottom to the women's view. Lisa laughed and
moved behind him with the camera, saying, "That's it, Honey! That's the
picture I've been looking for! Now freeze!"
There was the sound of the camera clicking and whirring as the camera
took picture after picture of his degradation. "Jennifer, help me!",
Lisa shouted, "I have an idea! Pick his bottom up so that his legs are
holding his bottom in the air and he can bend over and look through his
legs upside down while holding his shoulders off the ground with his
hands. You'll have to arrange the skirt so his face won't be obscured
when I take his picture. This will be an adorable shot!.... Are you
ready?.....Okay then, let's go."
Jennifer arranged Teddy and then stepped back so Lisa could take the
picture. Lisa took a few picture and said, "He's frowning! We need
something to cover up his mouth. I know, put a pacifier in it. Then it
won't matter whether he's frowning or not!"
Jennifer plopped a pacifier in his mouth and smiled at the effect it
produced. He looked like a sweet little baby girl showing off her dydees
to company. Teddy wobbled on his hands and legs a bit and managed to
hold his position until Lisa finished. He felt himself dribble in the
diaper uncontrollably as he stood there. The dress and lace seemed to
have a profound effect on his personality; he felt much more exposed
than he had when he had been spanked earlier. The quiet rustling of the
petticoat made him feel tiny and helpless. Resistance was not only
futile when he was dressed this way, it was unthinkable. He was only a
plaything in the hands of the women to be dressed in whatever fancy
struck them. He glanced at the lace framing his face and whimpered
behind the pacifier as he peed into the diaper again. He knew he'd never
be able to stand up to Jennifer again. Whether she changed him back to
an adult in the future or not didn't matter anymore. He'd never be able
to look her in the eye as her superior again. He'd always remember the
creamy look of satisfaction on the women's faces as he docilely obeyed
their commands. She had him buffaloed and he knew it. The best he'd ever
be able to manage would be to leave her, to divorce her before his
personality became completely submerged in hers. When Lisa finished, she
said, "All right, you can getting on your hands and knees again baby and
take a rest while I get some more props and film." Teddy dropped to the
floor and curled up in a fetal ball as she left the room. He sucked on
the pacifier unconsciously with his eyes closed and concentrated on the
agreeable sensations that his mouth was producing. He had given up; his
will had broken and all the fight had gone out of him. He would do
anything they said from now on.
They took pictures him naked and wearing bibs, sunbonnets, and onesies.
They tormented him by making him act every inch a baby until he no
longer cared what he did or what they said about him.
At some point in the afternoon he peed in his diaper and he neither not
iced the drooping diaper nor did he care when Lisa documented the entire
diaper change. He had overloaded emotionally. He started crying and
couldn't stop. Jennifer held him to her breast while he sobbed
uncontrollably. She comforted him by saying, "There, there baby. It's
all over now. No more pictures. Mommy will take baby home and give her
baby Teddy a nice long warm bath. Then she'll feed you a nice dinner of
strained fruits and vegetables. Teddy will feel all better after mommy
feeds him and he gets his bottle and goes night-night."
Teddy felt strangely relieved by the thought and was only mildly
insulted when she said, "Take your binky, honey," and stuck a pacifier
in his mouth. He quieted immediately and sucked on his pacifier. Within
minutes he fell into an exhausted sleep in her arms. She talked awhile
with Lisa, packed up and drove home. He was completely worn out and
slept until she woke him for his bath, later in the evening.
Chapter Four
Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man; youth never.
--Anna Jameson
Teddy sleepily roused in Jennifer's arms. She put him down on the
changing table, removed his diaper and cleansed him with a towelette but
did not re-diaper him. Instead she picked him up and carried him into
the bathroom.
The bathroom was heated and the air felt comfortable on his bare skin.
She laid him down on his back on a mesh-covered, reclining, baby-bath
chair and strapped him into the chair. Then she turned around and picked
up a tray of bathing accessories and set it on the edge of the tub. She
knelt beside the tub, took a rinse cup and wet him down from his head to
his toes. The water was pleasantly warm and soothing. She washed his
face and then his hair. Ted wallowed in the luxury of having someone
bathe him. He resolved drowsily that he was not going to get upset any
more about being a baby temporarily, in fact he decided, he could learn
to like parts of the experience. If she wants to change my dirty
diapers, then let her. If she wants to feed me, bathe me, dress me, and
in general act like my personal body slave, fine, I'll lay back and
enjoy it. Sooner or later she'll get sick of it and change me back, and
then I'll get my revenge. Until then I won't worry about anything, I'll
let her do the worrying. She conditioned his hair, gave it a final rinse
and soaped his chest and stomach. He wiggled in pleasure as a thrill of
pure sensual delight ran up and down his spine. This, he liked. She
washed, then rinsed each part separately, exploring every fold and
crevice, working her way down his arms to his fingertips. She even
cleaned and manicured his nails before she rinsed his hands. She washed
his thighs, then legs and feet, and pedicured the nails on his toes as
well.
He lay in a state of perfect bliss, his eyes closed, feeling serene and
relaxed. He didn't even notice when she unstrapped him so she could wash
his bottom. She lifted his legs carefully, holding them apart with the
same hand. He felt the warm, soapy washcloth scrub his bottom and he
shivered with delight. Then she began rubbing with the cloth between the
cheeks of his bottom, working deeper until the slippery washcloth
reached his anus. She gently massaged and cleaned him there, slowly and
methodically. His entire pubic area throbbed with each movement of the
cloth. She rinsed the cloth and cleaned above the scrotum, working down
and around and behind the scrotum until she reached his bottom. His leg
and abdominal muscles vibrated as she swabbed and he was unable to move.
He had never been this horny! She tenderly grasped his penis in the
washcloth and washed it with a slow up and down motion. "Does Teddy like
it when I wash his wee-wee?", she said, teasing him.
The pressure grew within him, his urges gradually became an overpowering
need, when suddenly, his psyche erupted in a shower of internal light
and he was enraptured by an explosion of pleasure.
He sighed and lay back in the recliner, tingling all over, his energy
and passion spent. Jennifer chuckled and finished bathing him. She
picked him up, laid him on the bathroom rug and wrapped him in a large,
soft, warm bath towel. She rubbed him vigorously, wiping every crevice
dry with the towel, then she opened the drain on the tub and carried him
into the nursery. She laid him down on his tummy on the changing table
and lovingly applied baby lotion to his arms and legs. She rubbed his
bottom with both hands and began to massage his body. He whimpered in
animal pleasure as she kneaded all trace of muscle tension out of him.
She turned him over and continued on the front finishing, as she had in
the bath, with his penis.
When he opened his eyes again he saw her looking down at him, smiling
with an expression of motherly love and devotion. He smiled back at her
complacently. He sensed her emotions reach out to caress and cuddle his
consciousness. He felt secure and loved and was more contented than he
had ever been. She powdered, diapered, and swaddled him in his blanket,
then picked him up and settled down in the rocking chair with him in her
arms. Jennifer rocked and cuddled him tenderly for a long time. She
probed him lightly and sensed his happiness and contentment. She smiled
fondly at him and reveled in the changes she had made in him. He was no
longer enraged and afraid of her. His fear of the world had completely
abated. He didn't need a liquor bottle now, only a baby bottle. She
would let him stay like this temporarily, before making him a little
older. When he loses his desire for revenge, he'll be ready for the next
change. He needed time to adjust.
He snuggled closer to her, seeking the security of her nearness. His
cheek lay next to her breast and his mouth made small sucking motions.
He smiled sweetly at her and hesitantly reached out with his hand to
touch her breast. She pushed his hand away gently, then reached into her
pocket, withdrew a pacifier and placed it in his mouth.
The next few days were happy ones for Jennifer and Teddy. Jennifer took
pleasure in pampering and caring for her baby Teddy. Teddy grew
accustomed to the daily routines and the forgotten pleasures of being
mothered. He smiled often and enjoyed Jennifer's ministrations. Jennifer
sensed, however, that he was not entirely happy with his new life. He
never laughed. She knew he harbored a secret core of anger, a desire for
revenge, for what she had done to him. Whe