Chapter Zero
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child has to work for a living,
But a child that's been born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good and gay.
"Monday's Child is Fair of Face", Nursery Rhyme
In the Beginning.....
The infinite sea of probability states popped another virtual particle
out of non-existence into one of the possible universes. It swam in the
space until it's life was expended and it was called back into
non-reality. After a span of time, another particle took its place. In
another possible universe, it had survived for a shorter duration before
being called back into the Tao. This is/was/will be Maya, the illusion
of existence that replicates itself infinitely and then disappears. It
is life and non-life, death and non-death. It is all and nothing
simultaneously. Creatures were born within it, grew old and died. Each
creature's life was reflected multiply across the manifold of possible
existences. Every choice that was made opened a new sheaf of probability
paths for the creature to follow. Some paths lead to greatness and some
to sorrow. All paths come to the same end in the Tao; what emerges from
the sea must return to the sea. In some universes time runs sidewise, in
others it runs backwards. In others, time doesn't exist. Only the
eternal now exists in those universes. Past and future cannot even be
dreamt of in those universes.
In an infinite sheaf of universes, all things are possible. This is the
story of a man who's life ran backwards in seven different universes. It
was not what he wanted or what he had been looking for, but he found the
way back to an earlier time in his life nonetheless. His story needs no
explanation, for the Tao cannot be explained, it must be experienced
like poetry..........
Chapter One
Wednesday's Child
by Jennifer Loraine
All those who try to go it sole alone,
Too proud to be beholden for relief,
Are absolutely sure to come to grief.
Robert Frost, Haec Fabula Docet
As a scientist, I knew that this was possible. My associate in the lab
had spent the last ten years perfecting a device that altered reality.
At first the device took the probability function for a defined space
and altered it randomly. As he modified the device and increased it's
complexity, it caused the objects placed within it's field to change by
varying the twenty-four dimensional settings on the machine. He
discovered that the device's behavior was governed by a set of arcane
tensor equations that took him most of the ten years to interpret.
With the advent of high speed microprocessors, he was able to gang them
together to form a massively parallel processing array to predict which
changes the device would incur on the objects within the field's area.
The effects of the device became reproducible and we began to seriously
experiment with the device. We started out small placing pens or pencils
within the field and changing them into sticks of wood, quill pens, and
other objects whose purpose we could never fathom. When we placed living
creatures, such as lab mice, within the field we were surprised by the
results. Although we could cause massive changes in the creature's
appearance such as hair and eye color, weight, size and age, the form of
the creatures remained relatively constant. Each time we could change
the creature and we would test it extensively for biochemical changes
before changing them back. We experimented with rats, then pigs and
finally monkeys before we decided we needed a human subject.
I looked in the full length mirror in Paul's bedroom and wasn't entirely
displeased with what I saw. It wasn't that I minded being like this
temporarily, I've had fantasies since early adolescence of having this
happen to me. It was just the idea of being like this permanently that
frightened me. I wasn't sure I wanted to live the rest of my life in the
body whose image was being reflected back at me. I gazed into the mirror
at the figure of the same toddler I saw the day before; a clumsy,
tottering, two year old in white underpants and a T-shirt. The
underpants were padded...training pants.
For the past three days I've been trapped in the body of a baby. The
world around me is a huge place that is strangely familiar, but terribly
frightening. I was sorry I volunteered to be the guinea pig. We'd had
such success with the lab animals that my confidence level was high, and
neither of us had anticipated any problems. The first changes he had
made were subtle. The color of my hair, the shape of my nose; always
changing my features back as quickly as he altered them. Gradually, we
started making dramatic changes; manipulating the probability field to
give me a younger body. Last week, I was a teenager, then he changed me
back again without any difficulty. I should have expected something to
go wrong. Everything had been too perfect. The machine's calibration was
dead on the first time we powered it up. Not a single component had
failed in testing. We were ahead of schedule because the delays we had
allowed for had not materialized.
The latest change went off exactly as planned. When we tried to change
me back, nothing happened. Paul was frantic, he sweated profusely as he
reprogrammed the computer trying to restore me to my body. For some
reason I couldn't return to my former probability state. My associate
Paul wrapped me the lab's emergency fire blanket and took me home
Wednesday night. He asked his wife Gina to take care of me until he
could find a way to change me back. Gina agreed readily, saying she had
always wanted a baby and her inability to have one had been the greatest
disappointment of her adult life. She went out shopping for clothes for
me immediately, while Paul stayed with me at the house. When she
returned, she dressed me in the only clothes she had been able to find
that would fit me; a toddler's t-shirt and training pants!
Gina put me in their spare bedroom after putting a waterproof sheet on
the bed. I tried to tell her I didn't need it, but she was adamant,
little boys had accidents she said and she didn't want me ruining the
mattress.
The next morning I discovered that I had wet my training pants in my
sleep. I tried to hide them in the bathroom, but Gina caught me trying
to stuff them under the bathroom sink. She asked me what I had been
doing and I was forced to explain what had happened. It was the most
humiliating experience of my adult life. She laughed and told me it was
alright, that's why she had bought training pants for me. Then she
filled the tub with lukewarm water and insisted on bathing me like I was
a little boy. When she finished washing me, she helped me out of the tub
and dried me off. She insisted on dressing me in a clean pair of
training pants before she would let me go to breakfast.
She led me by the hand to her kitchen where she helped me up on a
kitchen chair. When I saw what she had prepared for my breakfast, I was
horrified. Unsweetened oatmeal and milk for breakfast? Where was my
coffee? Where were the bacon and eggs? Paul didn't strike me as some
kind of health nut. I had seen him eating hamburgers plenty of times at
the lab. I was grateful to Gina for taking me in, but was this the kind
of meal you served a guest? I asked her courteously for a cup of coffee
and some butter and sugar for the oatmeal and she positively blanched.
You'd have thought I was asking for a ham steak in a Kosher kitchen! I
asked her what was the matter and she said, "Honeybunch, I can't give
you coffee, you're too young! Why don't you drink the milk instead?"
I shook my head in disgust and said, "How about some butter and sugar
for the oatmeal then?"
She looked sadly at me and replied, "Butter and sugar aren't good for
little boys, Honey. It'll taste fine once you get used to it. If you
absolutely have to sweeten it, I have some applesauce in the
refrigerator I can put in the oatmeal. Would you like that? No? Okay
then, dig in! Come on, Honey! Eat some oatmeal for Aunt Gina! If you
make a happy bowl, Aunt Gina will give you a banana for desert!"
I hung my head low and began to eat the mush slowly. "I thought
childhood was supposed to be happy, carefree time. I don't remember it
being anything like this!", I muttered to myself around the spoon.
When I finished, she wiped my face with a damp washcloth and led me into
the living room. I sat in front of the tv and she turned it on. Instead
of the morning news, she tuned it to Nickelodeon. A cartoon called the
Rugrats was on. Apparently she thought cartoons were the appropriate
fare for someone my age. Rather than argue with her, I sat and watched
the show quietly. At least it took my mind off of my grumbling stomach.
The morning passed slowly as I watched cartoon after cartoon on the tv.
I almost welcomed it when she told me it was time for my nap. She tucked
me into my bed and kissed me on the forehead before she drew the
curtains and closed the door. Within minutes I was fast asleep. Two
hours later I awoke to find Gina beside me. Gina had come in the room,
pulled the covers down from my head and sat down beside me. She smiled
as I opened my eyes and asked me how I was feeling. I moaned and said I
didn't feel like getting up. Gina put her hand on my forehead and told
me I didn't have a fever. She patted me on the head and said, "Come on,
sleepyhead. Aunt Gina's made a wonderful lunch for you. Aren't you
hungry?"
She pulled the covers down to my waist and put her hand beneath the
front of my pants before I could object. She smiled and said,
"Honeybunch, I think I should get you into some dry pants. Come on, get
up, Honey and Aunt Gina will help you to the bathroom."
I blushed and reluctantly let her lead me into the bathroom and undress
me. When she pulled off my pants her smile became a broad grin as she
saw their condition. She helped me up on the toilet and left me to do my
business. When she passed by the doorway, I saw her carrying a plastic
bag into the guest room. She returned shortly with a box of babywipes in
her hand. She stood me up and wiped my behind before leading me back
into the bedroom. The coldness of the wipe surprised me, I guess I had
expected them to be room temperature, but the evaporation of the alcohol
made them much colder than the surrounding air. I told her that in the
future, I'd rather she used toilet paper to wipe me, but she only smiled
and said she'd see what she could do about the cold.
Gina boosted me up onto the bed and laid me on my back. I started to ask
her what she was doing, but she silenced me by putting a finger on my
lips. She started tickling me and I began laughing uncontrollably.
Suddenly, she lifted my legs in the air and put a pad underneath my
bottom. She sprinkled baby powder over my crotch and rubbed it carefully
into every fold and crevice of my skin. I writhed in embarrassment and
arousal. She had no right to do this to me! She was a married woman! She
pulled my legs apart and I licked my lips in anticipation. She tickled
me again and in the mirth I never even noticed that she had pulled the
pad up between my legs and was taping one side together.
She was diapering me! I screamed in anger as she fastened the other side
and sat me up on the bed. I demanded to know why she had diapered me and
she took the wet training pants down from the top of the dresser where
she had laid them. She told me to look inside and I complied angrily. I
was shocked when I saw the back of the pants. I had shat in my pants
while I was sleeping!! I was mortified! The shame and humiliation were
too much for me; I started crying. She picked me up, sat me on her lap
and began cuddling me. I leaned against her and wept like a baby.
When I quieted, she carried me to the kitchen and settled me in a chair.
I never even looked at the room around me until she sat me down. I just
kept my head buried in her bosom and hid my face in shame. When I
finally opened my eyes, I saw that I was actually higher than the
kitchen table. My chair had a tray in front that went around me and the
arms and back were heavily padded with plastic. She had put me in a high
chair!
She stepped around behind me and put something in front of my neck. I
looked down and saw she was tying a bib around my neck. I kicked my legs
in frustration as she sat down in front of me and began spooning food
into my mouth. I tried to tell her I was perfectly capable of feeding
myself, but could not talk with all the food in my mouth. She was
treating me like a twelve month old baby! She finished spooning the
jar's contents into my mouth and wiped my face with the bib.
Then she got up and made herself a bowl of soup and a sandwich. I looked
at her meal enviously and wished she was in the high chair instead of
me. My tears had made my nose run and I coughed. She looked at me in
surprise as if she had forgotten something important.
The next thing I knew she had stuck the nipple of a baby bottle in my
mouth. I wanted to spit it out, but my thirst betrayed me. I had to have
something to drink! I sucked on the bottle until it was half finished
and then slowed. I felt like I wanted to throw up! I wasn't nauseated,
but it felt like I had eaten too much. Gina saw the expression in my
eyes and immediately got up and stood behind me. She started patting me
gently on the back and I belched loudly. I sighed in relief and sat back
in the high chair.
It slowly dawned on me what I had just done! I had drunk nearly
three-quarters of a bottle of infant formula without making a fuss!
Would Gina notice? Had they somehow discovered my secret? I looked at
Gina for some sign that she was pleased with my reaction to her
treatment of me. Nothing. A coincidence, nothing more. I sighed again in
repletion. Oh well, if she was bound and determined to treat me like a
baby, I was going to sit back and enjoy it. Paul would find the solution
quickly enough and I'd never get a better chance to actually live out my
secret fantasies. I waited patiently while Gina finished her lunch and
nursed occasionally on my bottle.
When Paul came home that night, he was surprised to see me crawling
around the floor in diapers. After Gina explained to him the mess I had
made in my pants, he nodded and agreed it was the only thing she could
have done. Besides, he told her, it didn't look like it had made me
unhappy. By eight o'clock my eyelids were drooping and I was falling
asleep in Gina's lap. She carried me to bed and tucked me in with a
kiss. What a wonderful mother she's going to make some child, I thought
as I drifted off to sleep.
The days became weeks and still Paul was no closer to reaching a
solution than when he started. Everything had become routine under
Gina's care; first my diaper change in the morning followed by my bottle
of water and back to sleep. Then Gina would wake me and take me to the
kitchen for my breakfast, followed by cartoons until it was time for my
nap. After my nap, Gina would change my diaper again and then it was
time for lunch. A few more hours of play and then time for my afternoon
nap. Then a diaper change, dinner, play and my evening bottle and back
to sleep for the night. I was in heaven. Gina mothered me and coddled me
unceasingly. Paul went to check on my apartment on a Saturday and was
surprised by the number of bills that had accumulated in my mailbox. He
came home and talked with Gina in private before coming to me. Paul told
me that I had to appoint someone to take care of my affairs while I was
in this condition and suggested they ask my attorney. I told him that I
didn't trust my attorney that far and asked if Paul couldn't do it for
me. Paul said that he'd be happy to do it, but he'd need a
power-of-attorney to be able to handle my affairs. I agreed and we
contacted my attorney to arrange a meeting.
Three days later, my attorney was sitting on the couch and having coffee
with Paul and Gina while I sat on the floor with my bottle. My lawyer
kept looking at me and shaking his head as if he couldn't believe what
had happened to me. He arranged for someone to come over and take my
fingerprints to use in the event that the judge required proof of my
identity. He told us that he couldn't have sworn in court that the
person sitting on the floor at his feet was his client and with the
exception of Paul, he didn't think anyone else could either. He
recommended that I grant Paul a full power of attorney and I agreed. I
signed some papers granting him limited power of attorney to handle my
affairs until we had a final ruling from the court.
Two weeks later, Paul had been empowered with my full power of attorney
by the court. (My attorney had pulled some strings and had gotten it
moved up on the docket.) Paul went to my apartment to box my things and
put them in storage. Paul came home looking stunned and said he had to
talk to Gina in private. When they came out they were looking at me
strangely. I asked them what was the matter and Paul said that he didn't
know how to tell me, perhaps it would be best if he showed me. He went
to his car and returned with a large cardboard shipping carton and set
it on the floor.
I crawled over to the carton and sat down in front, curious about what
he had to show me. Paul reached in a pulled out a large cloth diaper. An
adult diaper! He looked at me as if he expected me to say something and
then reached in and pulled out a pair of adult-sized, blue-pastel
plastic pants. I blushed in embarrassment as I recognized my property.
He had discovered my secret! He reached in again an pulled out my
favorite pair of "onesies". I was mortified! How could I explain my
secret desires to them? I wanted to run away and hide. Gina looked at me
with an odd smile on her face as if she was secretly enjoying my
discomfiture.
I tried to explain and found myself breaking into sobs. Gina knelt
beside me and put her arms around my shoulders and told me it was
alright. She didn't mind if I wanted to be a baby. I tried to tell her
that I wasn't a pedophile, I just like to dress up and pretend that
someone loved me and cared for me. I told her about how different I had
felt growing up and how lonely I'd been. I told her about how all I had
wanted in life was a place I could feel warm and secure and where
everyone loved me. My sobs became loud cries and she gathered me up in
her arms and held me to her breasts to comfort me. She patted my back
and made mothering noises to calm me in front of her astonished husband.
Paul shook his head silently and took the box out to his car. I never
saw it again.
A month later, Paul called home and said he had some great news for us.
He rushed home and told Gina to get me dressed, he had discovered the
solution. Gina looked oddly sad at the news and took her time getting me
ready. When I was dressed, Paul drove the two of us to the lab and asked
Gina to strip me and put me within the machine's field. He made some
final adjustments to the control panel and turned it on.
The whine of the charging capacitors filled my ears as the machine began
it's startup sequence. I heard the main relay kick in and the hum of the
coils as the current passing through them caused them to oscillate. Then
the automatic timer kicked off and I asked how I looked....Or thought I
asked how I looked!? "What's the matter?", I demanded.
Paul and Gina stood frozen with surprised looks on their faces.
Something was wrong! I looked down at my hands and saw that the fingers
were still short and pudgy like a small child's. I tried to ask Paul
what had gone wrong and all that came out was a baby's babbling! I
drummed my feet against the floor in frustration crying to know what had
gone wrong. Paul recovered slightly, then rushed to his desktop
computer, shouting, "His psyche! My God, I forgot to include his psychic
field in the equations!" He worked furiously, forgetting all about the
presence of his wife and infant associate.
Gina knelt at my side and picked me up in her arms. She turned to Paul
and said softly, "Paul can you explain what's happened to him? I thought
you said you could cure him! He's even younger than he was before!
Instead of a two year old toddler, he's been turned into an eleven or
twelve-month-old baby! What happened?" Paul turned to her and said,
"Gina, it's him! His need to be a baby again is what happened! His
psyche interacts with the probability field! The machine works by
altering the order within this manifold of Hilbert space. His psyche is
also an ordering function. It's interacting with the machine's changes
and introduced chaos into the equation. His intense desires have formed
a mathematical strange attractor and are causing the field to produce
uncontrollable changes! Don't you understand? He subconsciously wants to
stay a baby! There's nothing I can do about it! I'm scared to put him
back under the field's influence, I don't know how young he'll become!"
He turned off his computer in disgust and went over to the control panel
to shut down the machine as well. He turned to Gina and said, "Let's go
home Gina. It been a long day."
That was the day I returned to full babyhood. I can still think, but my
body and reflexes are those of an eleven-month-old baby. Paul used his
power-of-attorney to have me declared mentally incompetent and was made
my guardian. It wasn't difficult; once they proved my identity to the
judge, my diapers and pacifier made all their arguments for them. The
judge said it was a clear case of "res ipsa locutor", or "the thing
speaks for itself". I only wished I could have spoken for myself as
well.
They took some of my money and bought a complete set of baby clothes and
outfitted a nursery for me. Gina "adopted" me as her baby and I've come
to love her as my mommy. I've accepted my new role as her baby and spend
my days playing happily in my playpen or crawling on the rug. I'm living
in an infantilist's paradise. My previous life as a scientist is fading
into a dim memory as time passes. It's hard to believe that only a few
months ago, I was a respected scientist running a laboratory. Paul
dismantled the machine and has gone on to fame and fortune in his
researches. Everyone seems to be happy with the final outcome of our
experiments, but I find myself wondering, what would have happened if I
wasn't an infantilist? Was Paul's theory too pat? What if everyone had a
secret desire buried deeply in their subconscious to become a baby
again? Would they be affected the same way I was? I'll never know. But
then, it's not a baby's place to know anything. A baby's purpose is to
love his mommy and to have his mommy love and care for him. And she
does!
Chapter Two
Thursday's Child
by Jennifer Loraine
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening st. 4
As a working scientist, I should have known that the risks of employing
the unknown effect of a temporal field on a human subject were high. My
wife is a researcher who had spent the last ten years perfecting a
device that altered local entropic states. It changed the direction of
the arrow of time within the field's area. Objects placed under the
field's influence became younger with respect to the rest of the
universe. When we conducted tests with living animals, however, the
results were not what we expected them to be. The animals regressed as
we expected, but their consciousness seemed to be unaffected. We
subjected them to every psychological test we could think of, but there
was no degradation of mental function. As nearly as we could tell,
consciousness was independent of the material state of matter. It was
this curious result that led to my volunteering as a test subject. My
wife was hesitant at first, but the animal trials had gone so well that
I was able to persuade her to make the attempt. I was convinced that
with a little more research we could crack the secret of consciousness.
I gazed in the mirror while waiting for my wife to get dressed and saw
the toddler I had become in only a few minutes under her projector; a
fat-legged two year old in white underpants and a T-shirt. The
underpants were padded...training pants.
I've been trapped in the body of a baby since early this morning. I
considered the sequence of events that had led to my predicament. It
started with me volunteering to be the test subject. My lust for
knowledge had caused us to make a terrible mistake. There seemed to be
some sort of limit to the reversibility of the effect we hadn't
encountered with the lab animals. My wife thought it had to do with the
magnitude of the change that was induced. The lifespans of lab animals
being so short, we were only able to regress them a few years. It simply
never occurred to us that a time change of over twenty years might be
dangerous. She'd had such success with animals that my confidence level
had been high, and neither one of us had anticipated any problems.
The first changes she made were subtle. The early graying of my hair was
changed into the chestnut brown of my youth. The crowsfeet at the
corners of my eyes I had gotten by spending too much time squinting
through the optics of instruments vanished in a minute under the
projector. She always changed my features back at the end of each
session. Gradually, we started making dramatic changes; reversing my
entropic state for longer and longer periods to give me an increasingly
younger body. Last week, I was an adolescent, then I was back in my old
body again without a problem. A series of small mishaps caused us to
delay the final tests until Thursday. The project seemed to be cursed by
gremlins; every time we turned around something else had failed. First
it we had a galloping glitch in the digital to analog converter boards
for the power driver unit. Then the calibration on the coils started
drifting for no apparent reason. After that a filter capacitor in the
fifteen volt power supply started to go and put a three volt ripple on
the fifteen volt line. Finally we tore down the entire unit and checked
everything before continuing the test series. If I had had any idea of
what was going to happen to me I would have smashed the circuit boards
and hauled the broken shards to the dumpster myself.
When we tried to change me back we discovered that this metamorphosis
was different. For some reason I couldn't return to my former state. I
became more and more frantic as my wife tried various combinations of
settings to restore me. The banks of computer equipment and field
generators that surrounded me seemed simultaneously familiar and ominous
as we toiled to return me to my original body.
When my wife turned off the machine and walked over to the test stage to
sit down and talk with me, I knew we were beaten. She told me that she
had tried everything she could think of, but nothing had worked. I put
my face in my hands and wept bitterly in anguished frustration over the
news. Pauline patted my back and told me it would be okay, she would
take care of everything. She wrapped me in a blanket and carried me out
to our car in her arms. I cried like a small child on the ride home,
fearing the consequences of our experiments with nature. What if she
couldn't change me back? Would I be forced to grow up all over again?
The thought sent shivers down my spine. Surly she'd find the means to
restore me to my proper entropic state. I just couldn't bear the thought
of being a toddler again.
When we got home, my wife put me to bed while she went shopping. I awoke
later in the afternoon and discovered I had wet the bed. I was in a
panic. What was Pauline going to say when she saw what I had done? I
stripped the bed as quickly as my diminished body would allow and
dragged the dripping mess into the laundry room. I had set up the
stepstool in front of the washer and was stuffing the sheets into the
top when I felt something was amiss. I turned around to see my wife
standing there watching me."And just what do you think YOU'RE doing?",
she inquired imperiously.
I sputtered in embarrassment as she walked up to the washer to examine
the load. She looked at the sheet, pulling the folds over to reveal the
wet spot I had made. "And just what is this?"
Pauline fixed me with an icy stare as she said, "Did you wet the bed?"
I nodded silently, too embarrassed to talk. "I see," she said. "...I
guess we'll have to do something about that, won't we?"
She finished loading the washer in a jiffy and took me by the hand into
the living room. Pauline picked me up and sat me down on the couch
before sitting down herself. She turned to me and said, "Honey, I know
you didn't mean to wet the bed, but I want you to understand that I
can't have you ruining the mattress by peeing on it. We're going to have
to take some steps to protect it and the bed linens too. Do you
understand? I stopped by Wal-mart on the way home and bought you some
new clothes to wear until I can change you back. I was afraid that you'd
be angry with what I found for you to wear, but now I understand that I
did the right thing. You understand that it's very difficult to find
clothes for someone your size, about all they had was toddler's clothes.
"
She pulled a shopping bag close to her feet and continued, "These are
the only clothes that I could find that came even close to what you
normally wear."
She pulled a set of bulky toddler's overalls from the bag and held them
up to me to check the fit. "I think these are about the right size. If
the cuffs are too long I can take them up, but it shouldn't matter that
much. I don't think you'll be wearing them for too long anyway. I found
a shirt too, let me check the size. She took a pullover knit shirt from
the bag and said, "Put these on, Honey. I can take them back if they
don't fit. I can't take them up like I can the overalls."
I put out my arms and she helped me put on the shirt. She looked at it a
few minutes and said, "Okay, you can take them off now. I just wanted to
see if they'd fit."
I struggled with the shirt for a few moments and found myself being
undressed by my wife like a small child. She reached in the bag again
and took out a plastic wrapped package of underclothes. Pauline tore off
the wrapper and shook one out for me to see. It was a white t-shirt in a
toddler size and style. She gathered the shirt up in her hands and
worked my head through the neck before pulling down the bottom of the
shirt and smoothing it against my body. "There you go, a perfect fit,"
she said, putting her hand back into the bag and taking out another
package.
She said, "Why don't you wear these tonight, Honey? I've got some briefs
to match so you won't have to run around the house half-naked. Here, let
me help you put them on."
I looked at her hands and saw them holding a pair of briefs down low for
me to step into them. I steadied myself on her arm as I put one foot
then the other into the brief and she pulled them up my legs and over my
bottom. She looked at me and smiled while saying, "They're exactly the
right size! I was so afraid they'd be too small for you. I guess I keep
thinking of you as bigger than you really are."
I grimaced at the implied thought and thought to myself, "They do feel
like they fit well, even if they are toddler's underwear."
I looked down to see how they fit in front and I was horrified to see
they didn't have a fly! What I had originally mistaken for a fly was
only a layer of padding in front. "Padding! These are training pants!",
I groaned. No wonder she had helped me on with them. If I had known what
they were, I'd have never put them on. I put my hands to the top of the
pants to push them off and I found my arms imprisoned in her hands. She
shook her head 'no' and said, "Honey, you have to wear something! This
is all I could find. I know it's embarrassing to have to wear training
pants, but no one will see them except me. Besides, remember what
happened in the bed this morning? These will keep the bed dry if you
have another 'accident'. You won't have to wear them for very long, I
promise. These are only temporary until I find something else for you to
wear. Come on, be a good boy and wear them for me, please?""Boy?", I
thought to myself with affronted dignity, "...just who the hell is she
calling boy? I may have the body of a child, but that doesn't mean she
can treat me like one. She's my wife, not my mother!"
I started to push down the pants despite my wife's entreaties and she
said, "Honey, I'm afraid I must insist! I'm the one who has to wash the
sheets if you wet the bed. If you don't let go of those pants this
instant, I'm going to get angry."
She pulled my hands away from the pants and looked me in the eye. "Be
good and leave the pants alone or I'm going to spank!", she said
playfully.
I began to push down the pants immediately in a demonstration of my
independence. She pulled my hands away again and lightly swatted me in
fun on my bottom.
I exploded in anger. I reached up with my hand and struck her across the
face as hard as I could. She looked at me with a frozen expression of
shock upon her face before that realization of what I had just done sunk
in. I had never hit her in my life! An angry snarl escaped her lips as
she grabbed me by the arms and hauled me to the easy chair and over her
lap. She was livid! She pulled my pants down to my knees and began
hitting me over and over on my bottom. What had started out as a game
had turned into a full fledged spanking!
I yelled and screamed my rage, but she was unfazed by my protestations.
She was determined to teach me a lesson! The skin on my bottom became
red and inflamed with the repeated blows on my behind. I struggled in an
effort to break free, but she held me too tightly for me to get away. As
the sensory nerves in my skin were stimulated into continuous firing,
the pain became more intense. I wailed in torment at the hideous pain.
My sensorium overloaded and all I could see, hear and feel was the pain
raining down on me. The world turned blood red before my eyes. My wails
became pleas for mercy. I begged her to set me free. She beat on,
heedless of my blubbered apologies. The blood roared in my ears and I
could feel my bottom throb with every heartbeat. I whimpered in an agony
of shame and humiliation.
As suddenly as she had started she stopped and demanded, "Are you going
to be a good boy? Are you going to wear those pants like I told you to?"
I sobbed in defeat and she repeated, "Did you hear me? Are you going to
wear those pants?"
I nodded my head vigorously. She picked me up by the armpits and set me
down on my feet, then pulled the training pants up over my scarlet
bottom. She took me by the hand and said, "Come on, Honey. Mommy's going
to put a cold washcloth on your face and do something about those puffy
eyes of yours. Then we're going to get dinner."
I looked up at the dominant giant who had been my wife and said,
"Mommy?! Pauline you're my wife, not my Mommy!"
As she dragged me to the bathroom, she replied grimly between her teeth,
"Not anymore! I'm not about to play wife to a bed-wetting,
tantrum-throwing, little boy. If you're going to act like a child, then
fine, I'll treat you like a child. From now on, I'm your mommy. Do you
understand me?"
I remained silent, hoping that no answer was sufficient to make my
point. She stopped and knelt in front of me and demanded, "I SAID, DO
YOU UNDERSTAND ME, BABY?!" I nodded meekly in the presence of the
towering female claiming to be my mommy. She said, "Good! Then you won't
mind if I carry you to the bathroom, you're too small to keep up with
me!"
She picked me up in her arms and carried me to the bathroom on her hip.
I winced as she scrubbed my face clean of tears with the washcloth and
roughly dried it with a towel. When she finished I asked, "What are we
having for dinner?"
She gave my face a last brush with the towel and said mildly, "I think
you meant to say, 'What are we having for dinner, Mommy?', didn't you?"
I hung my head and said in a barely audible voice, "mommy".
She looked at me with fire in her eyes and said, "What did you say,
baby? I didn't hear you."
I stared down at the floor and said at a slightly higher volume, "What
are we having for dinner, Mommy?"
She smiled in triumph and said, "Hamburgers. You like hamburgers. Don't
you, Baby? Well? Don't you?"
I nodded my agreement. "Good," she said, "You can sit on the bed while
Mommy gets dressed.""Get dressed?", I said in panic, "I can't go out
like this! Look at me! Everyone will think I'm a baby!"
Pauline grinned evilly and said, "But that IS the point. You are a baby!
And you'll do exactly as Mommy says or you're going to get another
spanking. Is that clear?"
I hung my head to my chest and said, "Yes, Mommy."
She got dressed, took me out to our car and drove into town. I was
mortified. I made myself as small as possible so the people in the cars
beside us wouldn't see me sitting in the passenger seat dressed in a
t-shirt and training pants. I couldn't see outside the window, but I
didn't care. Presently she stopped the car and said, "Okay, Baby. We're
here. Just stay where you are. I'm coming to the other side of the car
to open the door."
She came over to my side of the car and opened the door, then unbuckled
my seat belt for me. She picked me up and settled me on her hip to carry
me into the restaurant. I looked up and saw the golden arches and
whimpered, "Please Mommy. Not here, don't make me go in there."
She looked at me with determination and said, "Hush, baby. Of course
we're going in there. We're having dinner, don't you remember? Mommy
will buy you a nice happy meal just like all the other two year olds in
there. Now put your thumb in your mouth and suck it."
I put my thumb in my mouth and she grinned broadly, saying, "See, Baby?
That wasn't so hard, was it?" She laughed as she bent down to pick me up
saying, "Just suck on your thumb, Honey, and nobody will think you're
anything but another baby. If you stick your fingers out while your
thumb is in your mouth, nobody will be able to see your face." I did as
I was told, panicked at the thought that someone would recognize me.
Pauline put her hands under my armpits and hauled me out of the car seat
before settling me on her hip to carry me into the restaurant. She went
to the counter and ordered a quarter-pounder combo for herself and a
happy meal for me while I sat on her hip in embarrassed silence sucking
my thumb. All around us were mothers with small children and infants.
Pauline paid for the burgers and carried me to a booth and sat me down.
The table reached halfway up my chest! She told me to sit still and that
she'd be back in a few minutes. She returned pushing a high chair
mounted on wheels. Surely she didn't expect me to eat in a high chair!
She bent over me and I found myself whisked into the high chair. I was
seated in the high chair in full view of everyone! I looked around
anxiously and discovered that no one was paying me the slightest
attention. Everyone DID think I was a baby! She put the happy meal on
the tray in front of me and I began to eat. When I finished I belched
extravagantly, earning me a dirty look from Pauline. I looked around the
table for my drink and discovered that she hadn't ordered me one. In a
quiet voice I asked Pauline if she would let me have a drink of her
soda. She grinned and said that I was too small to be drinking sodas.
She told me to be patient and she would get me something to drink.
Pauline reached into her purse and took out a baby bottle full of
formula. She said, "Here's your ba-ba, Honey. Drink up!"
I put the nipple of the formula between my lips and began to suck on the
bottle. Pauline nodded and went back to eating her dinner. I looked
around the restaurant at the patrons, there was the usual assortment of
workmen and teenagers, but the rest of the room was filled with mothers
with their squalling brats. I looked at some of the small children and
saw that Pauline had been right, they were eating happy meals! The front
door opened and in walked Gina, my mistress!! I almost dropped the baby
bottle in surprise. She breezed past us and went to the counter to
order. I hid behind my bottle and hoped she would get her order and
leave immediately. What evil fate had made her decide to have dinner
here? She picked up her order and walked into the main dining area to
find a table.
She saw Pauline and came over to the table. I panicked! She knew it was
me! What was I going to say to her? She stood at the side of our table
and said, "Pauline, what a pleasant surprise! Would you mind terribly if
I sat at your table? All the others seemed to be filled."
Pauline put down her burger and said, "Why of course! Have a seat.
There's plenty of room."
Gina sat down opposite Pauline and laid down her food. She looked at me,
cocked her head and smiled sweetly. "She knows who I am! Oh sweet Lord,
help me!", I thought in an utter panic.
I peed my pants in a rush. I held the bottle in front of my face and
sipped on the nipple slowly, hoping that it would disguise my appearance
enough to keep Gina from recognizing me.
Gina said to Pauline in a conversational tone," He has the prettiest
blue eyes. Is he yours? I didn't know you had a baby."
Pauline swallowed her bite and replied, "Oh he's not mine, he's my
sister's. I just taking care of him until she gets out of the hospital.
She should be home in the next week or two."
Gina looked politely concerned and said, "I hope it's nothing serious.
It's a shame that such a cute baby can't be with his mother."
Pauline agreed and they went on with their meal.
I was desperate. After eating the meal, I suddenly discovered I had an
intense need to use the toilet. My gut ached as the contractions rolled
across my abdomen. I knew my bowels would move soon, whether I wanted
them to or not. I wanted to ask Pauline to take me to the bathroom, but
Gina's presence effectively precluded that option. The minute Pauline
lifted me from the high chair, my wet training pants would be obvious to
everyone. I groaned inwardly in an agony of fear and physical
discomfort. The last thing I wanted was to attract attention. If Gina
discovered who I was she'd make a scene and Pauline would discover our
illicit love affair. I couldn't afford to have that happen to me while I
was still in a toddler's body. I had planned to leave Pauline in three
weeks, but this incident had upset my timetable. I still hadn't
converted the stocks and bonds although I had managed to buy the tickets
for the plane to Buenas Aires. If she found out, my finances would be
tied up for years in court.
Pauline and Gina were chatting amicably when the inevitable happened. I
started to mess in my pants! I tried to look innocent, but the smell
betrayed me. I stuck the nipple deep into my mouth and sucked
industriously, trying to look like the toddler I had become. Gina and
Pauline swiveled their heads toward me simultaneously and smiled in that
curiously condescending way women have with babies.
Gina said, "I think your nephew smells a little poopy, Pauline."
Pauline smiled back at her and said, "He's just going to have to sit in
dirty training pants until we get home. I don't have any pants with me
to change him into."
Gina nodded and commiserated, "Isn't it always the way! I think babies
must sense when you're down to your last diaper and make a 'special'
effort. From the way they act, sometimes I think they enjoy sitting in
poop! Oh dear, look at the time! I've got to run. Tell your husband,
"what's-his-name", hi for me. Maybe you should stop at the grocery store
and pick up some diapers on the way home. You can potty-train him when
he's at home and put him in diapers when the two of you go shopping.
Surly your sister won't object to that. Bye!"
Pauline watched Gina leave and leaned over to me and whispered, "Sooooo,
you couldn't hold it until we got back to the house! Why didn't you ask
to be taken to the bathroom? I think I'll do what Gina suggests and get
you some diapers."
Pauline finished her meal and threw out the trash, then found a
newspaper vending machine and bought a newspaper. She took him out of
the high chair and took him to the car. Before she sat me down on the
car seat however, she spread the newspaper down for me to sit on. "There
you go, Honey," she said as she buckled his seatbelt, "I didn't want you
making the upholstery wet. The newspaper will take care of any 'leaks'
you have."
She got into the car and began driving to a nearby grocery store. On the
way there, she was stopped by a cop who gave her a ticket for not having
a baby seat in the car. Pauline didn't argue with the police officer,
she knew it was hopeless to explain that I was her husband, not her
baby. She told me she knew of a second hand children's store nearby and
stopped there before going to the grocery store. Pauline said she had no
intention of getting another ticket.
Pauline took him into the children's store and inquired whether they had
any baby seats. The saleswoman showed her several and Pauline picked out
a seat in reasonably good condition. She saw some diaper bags and
purchased one of those too. The more she thought about it the more
sensible Gina's idea sounded she told me when we got to the car. If I
was going to behave like a baby, then "By God", she said, she'd treat me
like a baby!
She installed the baby seat into the rear of our car and strapped me in.
Pauline stopped at the grocery store as promised and took me inside with
her. The thought of being arrested for 'parental negligence' for leaving
me in the car left a bad taste in her mouth. She said she could picture
herself handcuffed in the back of a police car as her husband was
whisked off to a foster home. She'd never be able to explain to the
court what had happened to him. Pauline said that she suspected that the
longer she waited the less likely she was to able to return me to my
former state. A day or two didn't matter, but a month would be
disastrous!
When we got to the grocery store I saw what she meant by treating me
like a baby! She sat me in the cart facing her and proceeded immediately
to the baby aisle. I watched in horror as she filled the cart with
diapers, baby food and baby care items. She really meant it! I hung my
head in shame as several mothers looked at me and grinned, the stain
forming on the front of my training pants must be obvious to everyone!
When we went out to the car, Pauline left me in the cart while she put
the groceries behind the driver's seat. She bent over to take something
from one of the bags and then lifted me out of the cart. To my surprise
she didn't take me over to the baby seat, but instead laid me down on
the back seat next to the grocery bags! What was she doing? She lifted
my legs to raise my bottom from the seat and slid something underneath
my bottom. She lowered me to the seat again and grinned before putting a
pacifier in my mouth. A pacifier! I was mortified! She tugged on the
pants and with a single movement, pulled the pants off me. I looked
around in humiliation to see if there were any witnesses to my shame as
she pushed my feet back until my knees were in my chest and my dirty
bottom was fully exposed to her. Tears of embarrassment rolled off my
cheeks as she wiped my bottom clean with a baby wipe and then released
me. The next thing I knew she was pulling the diaper up between my legs
and fastening the tapes. A minute later, I found myself sitting in a
baby seat with a pacifier in my mouth and wearing diapers.
When we came home she left me strapped into the baby seat of the car
while she unloaded the groceries. She came back out and carried me into
the house on her hip as if I was a baby. I guess I am, but I still have
an adult mind and deserve to be treated like an adult.
That afternoon was pure hell. She refused to let me use the toilet and
forced me to pee in my diapers instead. I screamed and cried, but my
tears had no effect of her whatsoever. She was determined to punish me
for my infantile fit of rage. She made me eat baby food and drink
formula from baby bottles until I thought my stomach was going to pop!
Then she made me crawl around on the floor to work off the effects of
the food. All the pureed vegetables and formula had a profound effect on
my metabolism; before I went to sleep I found myself pooping helplessly
in my diaper! I wept miserably as she changed me. Then she wrapped me in
an old blanket and laid down with me to go to sleep. I had to convince
her to make another attempt to change me back into an adult again, I
thought as I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke to find her groping my crotch in my sleep. At
least that's what I thought. When I opened my eyes I saw that she was
checking the diaper to see if I had wet it during the night. I had. When
she pulled down the diaper in front to change me, she got a funny smile
on her face. Then it hit me, I had pooped in my sleep! She was never
going to let me wear training pants after this! I started crying and she
finished changing me and picked me up to comfort me. "No, no, no! This
can't be happening to me!", I cried as she patted my back and told me
how much she loved me.
Then I realized how I sounded. I was carrying on as if I really was a
baby. My wails had made my speech unintelligible and I sounded like a
real baby. I screamed again in frustration. After a while I calmed down
and she took me to the kitchen to feed me breakfast. Within two hours I
had pooped again in my diaper requiring another diaper change. I knew if
she didn't change me back soon, I would become psychologically dependent
on diapers and would be forced to wear diapers even if she did succeed
in changing me back.
I finally managed to convince her to try the machine again this morning.
It was a humiliating experience to have to kneel before her on my hands
and knees and beg for her to try to change me back into an adult. She
told me that she'd wanted to find some old clothes of mine for me to
wear after the change. I told her to use any of my clothes, but she just
gave me that funny look again and said since she would be the one who
had to wash my pants if I pooped in them, it was her choice to make. She
went into the bedroom and went through my clothes while I watched tv.
There was nothing on but soaps and cartoons, so I selected the later. I
had become quite addicted to cartoons in the last twenty-four hours,
they seemed so bright and entertaining since my change.
Pauline came out of the bedroom with an angry expression on her face and
said, "Okay baby, It's time for your treatment. I'm going to make a
phone call first and then we'll go."
She packed the diaper bag and left me for a few minutes then returned.
Something was wrong I decided, but I couldn't figure out just what it
was. All of a sudden she seemed to be extremely distant and angry with
me. It must be my imagination I thought. I'm just misinterpreting her
reaction to the stress of subjecting me to another treatment. She sat me
in my office chair while she prepared the machine for my treatment. She
rolled the chair under the projector and said casually, "Okay, I'm ready
to start the machine. Do you have any last words for me?"
I laughed and said, "You make it sound like my execution!""It is," she
replied and threw the main breaker switch.
I blacked out and when I came to, I was sitting in another chair
swaddled in a baby blanket. I tried to talk to her but all that came out
were baby noises. What had happened to me? Suddenly Gina rushed in and
said breathlessly, "You said there was an accident and something
happened to your husband. Where is he? Is he okay?"
Pauline said I was okay but it might take a few minutes to explain what
was going on. She told her to sit in my office chair and wait until she
got finished securing the machine. Gina complied and waited patiently
while Pauline busied herself with the machine settings. All at once I
heard the main breaker contact on the machine. Pauline had turned it on
with Gina under the projector! I tried to get down out of the chair and
see what had happened, but discovered that I was tied into the chair.
All I could see was Pauline's rear as she bent down over Gina's slumped
form.
A few minutes later Pauline returned carrying an infant Gina. She placed
her on the chair beside me and said, "Well, well, well. I see the both
of you finally got together. I found the airline tickets to Buenos Aires
in both your names. It really wasn't very smart to hide them under your
old clothes, Honey. You were planning to leave me, weren't you? I hope
you enjoy your trip together, it's going to be a long one. Instead of
going to Buenos Aires, though, the two of you will be journeying back
into babyhood. I hope the two of you will be very happy together. I'm
going to make sure that the two of you are never separated. You'll bathe
together, sleep together, eat together until you're sick of the sight of
each other. Unfortunately for you, you won't be making whoopy any more
together. You'll just have to be satisfied with each other's company.
You see, I've turned Gina into a baby just like you, Honey! This way she
can see you as you really are; a spoiled, immature, self-centered brat!
And you Gina! He'll be able to see you parading around the house wearing
nothing but a skimpy diaper! Of course you'll be crawling on the floor
on your hands and knees when you do it! Won't that be fun?
I'm going to adopt the two of you as my babies. That way I'll be able to
see the expressions on your faces when you realize how helpless you've
become. I'm going to enjoy hearing the two of you cry for me to change
your dirty dydees! And you'll have to cry too, I've made the two of you
too young to talk! You'll spend the rest of your lives in diapers being
treated like the infants you really are. If one of you is really, really
good, I may turn you back into a diapered five year old so you can help
me take care of your lover for an afternoon, but after I'm tired of
looking at you, I'll change you into a baby again."
The two lovers turned to face each other to see what the other had
become. A look of sick horror crossed their faces simultaneously as they
realized that Pauline wasn't joking, she would keep them as babies for
the rest of their lives. A howl of despair rose up from the two babies
as they realized how hopeless their position was. Pauline reached into
her pocket and chuckled saying, "Hush children. Mommy's going to take
good care of you. She wants you to live a long, long time. I want you to
enjoy every minute of your return to babyhood. I'm going to."
She popped a pacifier in each of their mouths and laughed as their
infantile reflexes took over and they began to suck on the artificial
nipples. She grinned and said, "Now I want the two of you to relax on
the way home. I don't want you to get overtired and excited. When we get
home I'm going to put you in your crib for a nap." They looked at her in
horror as she continued, "I think I'm going to see my gynecologist about
getting some medications to allow me to nurse. You're going to be
mommy's little wet titty babies forever!"
She laughed again as she saw that they had wet their diapers in terror
while sucking on their binkies. They were going to be adorable little
babies once she had them trained, she thought to herself as she picked
them up and settled them on her hips. She was sure they'd learn to like
her titties once she got her milk flowing. Pauline laughed again as she
strapped them into the car; her researches had allowed her to come so
far and this pair of lovers had so far to go. Of course, since they were
forced to crawl there on their hands and knees, they'd never make it!
They'd spend the rest of their lives crawling aimlessly around their
mommy's feet, just waiting for her forgiveness and their restoration to
adulthood. It would never come.
Chapter Three
Friday's Child
by Jennifer Loraine
Whose purpose was it? His or Hers or Its?
Let's leave that to the scientific wits.
Grant me intention, purpose, and design-
That's near enough for me to the Divine.
Robert Frost, Accidentally On Purpose st. 17
As a scientist, I knew that this was possible, but my id did not want to
accept it. My partner in the lab had spent the last ten years with me
perfecting a device that scrambled cells; taking patterns from existing
human beings and altering them with a computer, enabling the user to
change the physical characteristics of individuals into whatever human
form he chose. It worked by analyzing the energy state of the subject,
calculating it's cellular structure and mapping the original state onto
the desired pattern. That took one of the world's most complex number
crunchers; a supercomputer built from 65, 536 individual 64bit
processors ganged together in a parallel array. It had taken us years of
work to amass the resources to build it and it's associated peripherals.
We precalculated most of the computations to ease the load and sold time
on the computer to the research departments of various overfunded
Universities and deep-pocketed MegaCorps. It paid the salaries of the
beast's keepers and took care of the utility bills. The utility bills
were staggering in size, enough to break the treasuries of most third
world countries. Fortunately, so were our fees. It takes a hellacious
amount of energy to dismantle a human into subatomic parts and rebuild a
body from elementary particles. It's official name was "Biocellular
Analyzer, Binder and Integrator", we called it the "Mixmaster" Years of
prototyping, testing and redesigning had led to where I stood now. We
had finally completed our testing with lab animals and moved onto the
final phase of development. A human subject was required to complete our
work. Paul wrote our names on slips of paper and put them in a coffee
cup. He held the cup high as I drew the name of the lucky subject. It
was mine. Then the testing began. Weeks later I found myself gazing at
my reflection in a mirror and shaking my head at the results. I still
couldn't believe it.
I looked in the mirror as I waited for my wife for my wife to finish
dressing and saw the same toddler I saw the day before; a plump,
lovable, two year old in white underpants and a T-shirt. The underpants
were padded...training pants.
I've been trapped in the body of a baby since Friday. The old familiar
world of last week has become alien and terrifying. I dreaded the
thought of accompanying my wife to do her shopping, but I had no choice.
She insisted that she couldn't leave me alone to take care of myself in
my present condition and she's right. I can't even get a glass of water
from the faucet by myself.
I wondered how long I would have to remain like this before my partner
could restore me to my normal body. It was humiliating to have to dress
in toddler's clothes. What was worse, I fully looked the part; I had the
rounded chubby features of a tot. My stomach protruded over the top of
my training pants and my spine had the characteristic curvature of early
childhood. Even the proportions of my body had been changed. My head was
proportionally bigger than it had been and my limbs were shorter.
Nothing about my looks suggested I had ever been anything but an infant.
I was sorry I volunteered to be the guinea pig. He'd had such success
with animals that my confidence level was high, and neither one of us
anticip ated any problems.
The first changes he made were subtle. The color of my hair, the shape
of my nose; always changing my features back as quickly as he altered
them. Gradually, we started making dramatic changes; scrambling my cells
to give me a younger body. Last week, I was a teenager, then a quick
treatment in the machine and I was back in my old body again without a
hitch.
Everything had been going so well that we were days ahead of schedule.
We decided to take a break from testing for a couple of days and relax
before we started the final test sequence. On Friday morning we turned
on the main breaker and began warming the power supplies. We went
through the entire pre-test inspection without any problems. I stepped
on the testing stage and became what I am now. It was only when we tried
to change me back that we realized that something had gone wrong. Paul
hit the execute button on the main console and the machine cycled and
appeared to operate, but when the Mixmaster field went down, I was still
in a baby's body. For some reason, the Mixmaster has been unable to
return me to my normal appearance.
My colleague called my wife after repeated attempts to change me back
failed. She rushed over in her car to see me. Paul had locked the office
door and wouldn't let her in until she had esta