rewritten without permission from a story titled "My Fantasy" by
babybut123@aol.com
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Jim basked in the afterglow of his orgasm and sighed in contentment.
"This is great," Jim thought, "I've only met her a few hours ago and
I've had sex with her already. She's wonderful!"
Jenny looked like a fantasy out of a men's magazine. She had a svelte
figure with a bosom that couldn't be called bounteous, but was still
more than adequate to promise the female nurturing that men sought in a
woman. Jim ran his eyes down her supine figure and smiled in deep
appreciation for what he saw lying beside him. Jenny didn't have the
figure of a Goddess, but she could give any girl next door a run for her
money. Her chestnut brown hair was draped sexily over her shoulder
contrasting the creamy appearance of her unblemished skin. Jenny's lack
of makeup didn't mar her appearance, rather it heightened the impression
of wholesomeness that she exuded without conscious effort. Her youth
gave the impression of energy rather than innocence; she was every boy's
idea of the perfect mother. In Jim's case, she was his idea of the
perfect lay. He grinned at the memory of being her lover as he looked
over her shapely body and thought, "God, what a build she's got!"
Her long, sensuous legs lay across his legs languidly and reminded him
of events leading to the incredible climax he had just had. Being picked
up by a beautiful woman was a new experience for Jim. It was the kind of
thing he had daydreamed about for years, but Jim had never been
approached by a woman with sexual designs. He thought he was a pretty
good-looking guy, but women didn't seem to be attracted to him they way
he would have expected for someone with his looks. Jim seemed to bring
out the maternal in women and he constantly found himself being mothered
by women he had just met. If he talked to a potential date in the
apartment Laundromat, the woman would take one look at his basket and
suggest that he use a presoak, then point out that he shouldn't wash
colored clothes with whites. If he met one at the grocery store, she
would comment on the junk food in his cart and try to talk him into
buying more nutritious foods. The month before, he had spoken to a
single woman at the bar, asking whether she came there often. She had
patted his hand and called him "Sweetie", then told him that the "little
boy's room" was in the back. She hadn't even listened to his question
before she started trying to help him!
Jenny was different. He had been sitting alone at the bar, thinking
about the awful week he'd just had. His boss had blamed him earlier in
the week for not taking over a project that had ended up in a shambles.
He had asked to do the project originally and his boss had refused him
the opportunity on the grounds that he was too inexperienced. When the
project had fallen through, he had been blamed for his lack of
dedication to the job. Somehow his boss had twisted the situation in his
mind so that Jim was at fault rather than the person who had proved
incapable of completing the project. His boss had retaliated by making
the rest of the week a living hell for Jim.
Jim was nursing his troubles, seeing if they could be made to founder in
the solitary beer he allowed himself before going home to his empty
apartment. He was two thirds of the way through his beer when she came
up to the bar and sat in the empty barstool beside him. She took one
look at him and smiled, then asked him if he knew what brands of beer
they had on tap. Jim told her the names of the draft beers that he knew
they carried and struck up a conversation with her on the merits of
various brews. When the bartender came, she ordered a glass of white
wine. Jim was intrigued by the switch and asked her why she decided to
drink wine instead of draft beer. She laughed merrily and said that he
hadn't named anything she liked and invited him to sit in a booth with
her. Jim was taken aback by the sudden invitation, but decided that this
was his chance to interact with a woman on an adult level.
They found an empty booth and sat down to get to know each other better.
After a while, Jim relaxed and told her his troubles with women. Jenny
smiled sympathetically and said that she had met a number of men with
the same problem. She patted his hand affectionately and said, "Don't
worry, Jim. You'll soon find the perfect woman."
Jenny began asking him all sorts of personal questions about his job and
career. She seemed to be genuinely concerned with whether he was happy
with his life. Jim admitted to her that he had discovered after
graduation that he wasn't really interested in the field he had chosen
for his career and that he found his job boring. She nodded and asked,
"What about your hobbies?"
"I don't really have a hobby," he answered, "I like to draw and do
sketches, but I haven't done anything with it. I had planned to take
some art courses in college, but somehow I never got around to signing
up for an art class. I've thought about taking up oil painting, but my
efforts have never seemed to get beyond the finger painting stage."
The self-description of his artistic efforts as finger painting brought
a huge grin to her face and she asked, "If you don't have a hobby, then
what about TV? What kind of television shows do you like? Do you watch
sports on weekends?"
He shook his head and replied, "I'm not into sports and don't watch much
TV during the week either, except on Saturday nights when I watch "Mad"
TV." Jim looked sheepish and admitted, "I enjoy watching kid's cartoons
on Saturday mornings. I get up early on Saturday's so I don't miss any
of my favorites."
Jenny nodded again and said, "That's at least something. What do you do
with your time?"
"Mostly I sit at home and read my comic book collection," he answered.
"Oh! So you're a comic book collector!", she exclaimed encouragingly.
"It's not much of a collection. They're just my old comic books that
I've had since I was a kid. I've never had the heart to throw them away.
I don't think they're worth anything, they're pretty tattered," he
admitted. "Have you thought about starting a collection?", she asked.
"Yeah, I thought about it for a while, but comics have changed since I
was little. They don't seem to have the old magic they used to. If you
know what I mean," he replied.
"Life goes on...things change," she agreed.
"I'd have rather they stayed as they were. That's the problem with life.
If you like a comic book, they "modernize" it. If you get into watching
a TV show on a regular basis, they take it off the air. If you love
someone, they get old and die," he told her.
"Have you recently lost someone you loved?", she asked, sounding
concerned. "Not that recently. My mother...two years ago...I just can't
seem to get over the fact that she's gone. Sometimes I wake in the
middle of the night after dreaming that I'm a kid again. Usually, I'll
dream that I can smell breakfast cooking in my mother's kitchen and I
wake up thinking that it's time to go to school. When I wake up enough
to remember where I am, I get depressed and lay in bed awake half the
night. Pretty pathetic, aren't I?", he said with a disparaging smile.
Jenny looked directly into his eyes and said, "It sounds like you don't
enjoy life much. Did you have a happy childhood?"
Jim answered, "My childhood with my mother was idyllic. Sometimes I wish
I hadn't had to grow up. I haven't really been happy since childhood. I
often sit in my office and wonder what I'm doing there. I wish that I
had the time to play like I had when I was a child."
Jenny said, "At least now that you're an adult, you can afford to buy
the toys you couldn't have when you were a kid. Why don't you go to a
toy store and buy something for you to play with? No one at the store
has to know it's for you. If they ask, tell them you're buying a
birthday gift for a nephew."
"It's too late, Jenny," he replied, "I've grown up and kid's toys just
don't appeal to me now." He shook he head and frowned, saying, "Can you
picture me sitting on the floor and playing with a kid's choo-choo? I'm
too old for that. I'd feel ridiculous playing with kid's toys. I just
wish there was something in my life that I enjoyed doing." He gave her a
gloomy look and said, "Sometimes I feel like my childhood memories are
the only things that keep me going."
Jenny smiled sympathetically and seemed to come to some sort of
decision. She asked, "Would you like to come home with me? I'll make a
nice dinner for us and we can talk after dinner. Who knows? Maybe
something will happen that will allow you to enjoy life again."
Jim's heart leapt in his chest when he heard her offer. She was actually
picking him up! He stuttered his agreement and she told him to follow
her home in his car.
They drove to the outskirts of the city to a secluded residential area
and she escorted him in her house. Jenny poured a glass of wine for him
and had him sit at the kitchen bar and talk while she made dinner for
the two of them. He was surprised at how quickly she prepared an elegant
meal. In about forty five minutes she had made a full dinner with
Cornish game hen with a grape and white wine sauce, a rice pilaf, dilled
baby carrots and mocha flan for dessert. They sat down to dinner and
discussed trivialities while they ate.
When they finished dinner, Jenny cleared away the dishes and turned on
some mood music in the family room. Jim felt wonderful, during dinner
his spirits had recovered from the week's travails and his moodiness had
vanished. If he had not been afraid that Jenny would think he had lost
his mind, he would have started singing. They sat beside each other on
the couch and sipped wine while they talked. Jenny kept getting closer
to him on the couch and soon she was sitting right next to him. Finally
she put her hand on the inside of his leg and told him it was time to go
to bed. Jim misinterpreted her thought and got up to go home. When he
started towards the front door, she asked him where he was going. Jim
looked at her incredulously and said that she had just told him to go
home. Jenny laughed and said that no, she hadn't told him to go home,
she had just said it was time to go to bed. Didn't he want to go to bed?
She got up from the couch and led him back to her bedroom as if he was a
little boy who had lost his way.
When they got there, she insisted on undressing him, telling him that
she loved to undress her men before she disrobed. When she got to his
underwear, he quailed and insisted on taking them off himself. He had
enjoyed her undressing him seductively, but letting her take off his
underwear brought back memories of his childhood appendectomy. He had
been too ill to undress by himself and the nurse who was caring for him
had stripped him down to the buff before dressing him in a flimsy
hospital gown that opened in the back. Jim had thought that the nurse
was trying to put him in a dress. He had gotten upset and started crying
when she put the gown on him. The nurse had had to hold him for ten
minutes to get him calmed down. Jim hadn't known that the incident had
had such a profound effect on him until Jenny had started to take off
his underwear. He supposed that his subconscious found a parallel
between the determined expression on the face of the unfamiliar nurse
and the look Jenny gave him as she started to tug on his briefs. Jim
gently removed her hands from the elastic band and slid his briefs down
his legs without assistance, then stepped out of the limp garment that
had pooled around his feet. When he was fully naked, Jenny kissed him on
the lips and proceeded to give him the night of his life.
Jim surfaced from his reverie and looked at the gorgeous woman who had
chosen him to share her bed. She seemed to know his every thought before
he voiced them. He found it strange that she seemed to anticipate his
sexual needs and was willing to help him satisfy his urges when so few
women in his life had shown the slightest sexual interest in him. If he
hadn't gone to a drunken college party attended by some inebriated
coeds, then he would have been a virgin until his graduation. After that
one incident, the opportunity hadn't presented itself to repeat the
experience.
After Jenny had undressed him, she had sat beside him on the side of the
bed and put her arms around him. She had nuzzled his ear, then kissed
him full on the lips before drawing him down to the bed and seducing him
like a professional. Her hands had been everywhere, exploring every
crack and crevasse of his anatomy. She had been like a master violinist
playing a concerto on his body. Jim had been both shocked and ecstatic
when he discovered the designs that Jenny had upon his body. At first he
had thought she was some kind of prostitute or crazy nymphomaniac but
after a minute or two he had realized that she was sane and sincere. He
had relaxed and let her work her will upon him unimpeded. The first
round of lovemaking had been glorious. But instead of acceding to his
desires and laying back for a second round, she insisted on relieving
his renewed erection with her hand. "It's kind of a let-down," he
thought, "I've just had great sex and now she's going to get me off with
her hand like I was a high school kid. I'd give anything if she'd give
me a second chance to make love to her." Jim was determined that he
wouldn't say anything to her about the second session of lovemaking. She
was too sweet and gentle for him to make a fuss over such a small thing,
besides he wasn't in the mood for complaining, he simply felt too good.
She took his member firmly in one hand and stroked him gently while
playing with the tip of his penis with the fingertips of her other hand.
She was talking in low soothing tones that were almost hypnotic in their
intensity. A few words stood out in the steady stream of loving babble,
but for the most part he couldn't understand the words she was saying.
He smiled at her murmuring; he didn't really care what she was saying.
The sound of her coos coupled with sensations from Jenny's tender
ministrations were lulling him into pleasant idiocy. Jenn brought him
slowly to a crescendo of passion, fondling and kissing his member until
he ached with the need to release. At the exact moment of ecstasy, he
heard her say clearly, "Him just think him want to be big man. Jenny
knows her little boy better than that. Jimmy just wants to be loved and
cuddled the way he was when he was a little baby. Jenny is going to do
poor little Jimmy a favor and give him what he wants. She's going to
take that nasty old manhood away."
She gave him one final tug and his world seemed to explode into shards
of excruciating pleasure. As the orgasm subsided, the realization of
what she had just said sunk past his glutted senses. Suddenly a fear of
his erstwhile girlfriend seized him in its frigid grip. "What is she
talking about?", he thought to himself, "Is she insane? Is she going to
attack me with a kitchen knife like that Bobitt woman did to her
husband?"
His momentary panic restored the sensation back to his abused genitals
and he became aware of a dull aching pain in his penis that had appeared
shortly after she had started murmuring. It was as if the ache had been
with him his entire life and he had just now become aware of it. As he
lay there, the ache diminished rapidly into nothingness. Stranger still,
as the pain had dwindled, so did the feeling of having a penis. It felt
like his penis had shrunk until all that was left was a tiny sexless
stub. The absence of pain gave him the impression that his penis had
somehow vanished along with the pain he had been feeling. Oddly, he
didn't find the thought of losing his penis disturbing. He felt like his
need for a penis had diminished along with its size until it was no
longer of any importance to anyone, including himself. His body started
to tingle all over, then his mind clouded and his consciousness faded
into oblivion.
He awoke still feeling the strange sensations he had experienced before
he had fallen asleep. His mind cleared somewhat and he realized where he
was. He was lying next to Jenny, but she appeared different. He was
covered in a sheet up to his chest while Jenny was lying naked and
uncovered on the mattress beside him. He looked up into her sleeping
face and saw that she appeared to loom over him in bed. His head was at
the same level as her breasts and when he looked over the sheet that
covered him, he couldn't see where his feet ended. Jim kicked his feet
up to move the sheet and saw to his astonishment that his toes barely
reached her shins. Somehow Jenny must have doubled in size while he
slept. He moved around on the mattress to get a better view and discover
ed that somehow during the night he had gotten dressed. He had been
naked when he fell asleep, but now he was dressed in a warm comfortable
garment that covered his entire body. He bent his arm and brought his
wrist up to his face to get a better look at it and saw that it was
covered in a thick fuzzy material that ended in a knit cuff at his
wrist. When he saw his hand, he started to panic. His hand looked
smaller and chubbier than it had before he went to sleep. Obviously it
was not Jenny that had grown, he had shrunk! The fingers had shortened
making his hand look like it had when he was little. Fear of the unknown
seized him and he began to whimper in panic. "I'm crying?", he thought
to himself in confusion, "I haven't cried since I was a little boy!
What's wrong with me? Is this a dream or have I lost my mind?"
The high pitched sound of his whimpers terrified him even more than his
apparent transformation. He even sounded small. His whimpers changed
into the crying of a severely distraught little boy as images of himself
as a psychotic flashed through his mind. The thought of being strapped
to a bed in a psychiatric ward while he raved insanely filled him with
stark terror. The nurses would stand over him and cluck their tongues
while they shook their collective heads at the poor babbling psychotic's
delusions of rejuvenation. Jim pictured himself lying bound helplessly
to the bed while the nurses bustled about the room taking care of him.
When he made a mess in the bed, as he surely would, they would be forced
to put him in diapers. He would probably be so sedated that he'd be
unable to feed himself. They would sit him up in the bed with his hands
tied to the rails and feed him hospital mush with a rubber spoon. As
time went on, his muscles would atrophy from disuse and he would only be
able to creep around the floor on his hands and knees. His mind would
continue to disintegrate until all that was left was a semiconscious
diapered madman curled up in a permanent fetal position in an adult
crib. Jim wanted to gibber in horror at the unwanted fantasy, but all he
could manage were whispered anguished wails. In the brief respites
between sobs, Jim prayed fervently that it was all a nightmare and that
he would wake up soon. "I'm not crazy and I haven't changed into a
little boy. This must be a dream!"
He looked at his hands again and wriggled the pudgy fingers in front of
his face. It all seemed so real! "I can't be a little boy again," he
wept, "I just can't! My mother is dead! There's no one to take care of
me!"
Jenny awoke and turned over. When she sat up in bed, she towered over
him. She looked down at him with a sad smile and said as she pulled him
close and cuddled him against her breasts, "Aw, Sweetheart...What's
wrong with my little man? Don't worry, little Jimmy. Jenny is here to
take care of you. Everything is going to be alright."
He stopped whimpering and looked up at her in confusion, then the world
went black as he passed out in her arms.
Jim awoke again in the morning feeling lightheaded. Jenn was nowhere to
be seen and he was alone in bed, covered by a sheet. He shook his head
to clear the cobwebs of sleep from his mind and sighed as he remembered
the events of the night before. "Wow, that was a weird dream!", he
thought as the memory of lying in bed next to a huge Jenny returned to
him. "There must be something about Jenny that reminds my subconscious
of my mother for me to have a dream like that. Maybe it's her cooking.
That meal last night was fabulous. I haven't been fed like that since my
mother died," Jim thought.
He closed his eyes again and lay back in bed indolently. The smell of
cooking bacon from the kitchen permeated the house and called to him
insistently. As he lay on the bed, he thought that he had probably been
right about what caused the dream.
His favorite childhood memory was waking up on Christmas morning when he
was five and smelling breakfast cooking in the kitchen. When he had
gotten dressed and come down the stairs, his mother had been waiting for
him at the breakfast table with a full plate of flapjacks, bacon and
eggs. After he had eaten, he and his mother had gone to the living room
to see what Santa had brought him. He had known at the time that there
wasn't a Santa Claus, but it had be fun to pretend there was. He
remembered that his mother had stood over him while he sat on the floor
and opened his gaily wrapped presents. The memory of his mother in her
omnipresent apron smiling in pleasure at his joy would be with him
forever. The light seemed to have gone out of his world when she died.
Jim sighed at the pleasant memory and returned to his thoughts of the
night before. The dream he had seemed so real at the time. If it hadn't
been so silly, the vividness of the memories would have convinced him
that it had actually happened. He smiled at the thought of being a
little boy in Jenny's arms. The idea of losing his manhood was horrible
of course, but the dream had a oddly erotic appeal to him. It wasn't
that the idea of being castrated attracted him, far from it. But the
thought of being held in Jenny's arms and cuddled like a small child
made thrills of pleasure crawl up his crotch.
Jim noticed that the thrills felt very similar to the odd sensations
that he had felt in the dream. The strange tingling feeling had gone
with the dream, but the world still felt out of kilter somehow. He
chided himself for being childish and moved to get out of bed. Jim threw
his legs over the side of the bed without looking and sat on the edge
yawning sleepily with his eyes half closed. He stretched his arms and
yawned again, then attempted to stand up. The drop to the floor was
unexpectedly long and he almost fell on his face. He fell against the
dresser and steadied himself, then turned around to see what had
happened. He was shocked by what he saw in front of him. The bed seemed
to have grown in the night and his arm was covered in the same fabric he
had been wearing in his dream. Jim looked down and saw that he was
wearing some kind of one piece garment that was zippered down the front
and covered his feet. He measured himself against the mattress and saw
that it almost came up to his chest.
Jim looked around the room from where he stood and was awestruck by the
size of everything. The dresser where he had placed his wallet the night
before was too high for him to reach. Somehow he had shrunk during the
night! He saw a full length mirror mounted on the back of the bedroom
door and was suddenly seized by the desire to look at himself. Jim went
over to the mirror and saw the image of a three-year old child dressed
in a footed blanket sleeper facing him. He recognized himself vaguely in
the chubby childlike features that were reflected back at him. Jim
swayed dizzily but kept his balance while he examined the image of
himself. He pulled his eyelid down with some hope of finding a clue to
what had happened to him, but released it when he realized that even if
there was some information to be gained by looking at his eyes, he
didn't have the training to recognize it. He had only examined his eye
because he had seen television doctors doing it when they examined their
patients.
Then an idea struck him; if he was really younger then there ought to be
some difference in his teeth. He drew close to the mirror and opened his
mouth as wide as he could to look inside. All Jim could see was a dark
hole. He started to panic when he didn't see any teeth, then realized
that without a flashlight or some other source of light, he would never
be able to make out the teeth in the back of his mouth. The reason he
hadn't seen any teeth in front was simple; his lips obscured his teeth.
He put his forefinger in his mouth and rolled his lip away from his gum.
Sure enough, there were teeth in front! But there were large gaps in his
dentition that he couldn't explain. He was missing teeth he had had
since childhood! He released his lip and stared at the innocent faced
three year old in front of him. He knew he should panic at the sight of
himself as a child, but somehow the idea wasn't as upsetting as it
should have been. For some odd reason, he felt happy. Jim supposed his
mood was part of the illusion and was pleased that he wasn't crying like
he had earlier. "I must still be dreaming," he thought to himself
sagely, "It's scientifically impossible for someone to get younger while
they sleep. It's the only rational explanation!"
Jim tottered out to the kitchen where Jenny was fixing breakfast at the
stove, marveling at the rich detail produced by his imagination. If he
didn't know better, he would think that it was really happening to him.
He stopped next to the huge refrigerator and stared at Jenny's lovely
legs. She glanced at him and smiled in greeting, then turned back to the
food on the range. He looked at her and wondered, "How tall is she in
comparison to me? Am I half her height? Less? If I stood beside her, I
bet I would barely come up to her hip!"
His ability to think was preternaturally clear, but he found the concept
of being smaller than Jenny difficult to embrace. His mind seemed to
resist the act of reasoning. Jenny's nonchalance with his regression was
baffling. She didn't seem concerned at all with his change in stature as
she said, "Climb up in your booster, Jimmy."
It suddenly struck him that she was the one in the dream who had caused
him to change. He wanted to run away in panic, but found himself rooted
to the spot. She seemed like an oasis of safety in a dream world that
didn't make sense. Jenny sensed his ambivalence and said, "Come to
Auntie Jenny, Baby." He found the offer enticing, but her tone of
condescension prevented him from taking her up on her offer. She walked
over and swept him up into her arms, then settled him to ride on one of
her hips with a leg on either side of her. She stood holding him to her
side with one hand under his buttocks while she finished fixing
breakfast. He wanted ask her what was happening to him, but he couldn't.
The illusion of being her child was too strong. Jim rested his head aga
inst her silently as he watched her cook the scrambled egg dish she was
working on. The warmth of her body comforted him by its closeness and he
closed his eyes in pleasure. However the fantastic dream ended, for the
moment he felt hopelessly and happily ensnared.
When she finished cooking, she put him in the booster seat on the chair.
His breakfast of cereal and milk was set in front of him and a spoon
placed in his hand. He finally mustered the courage to speak and
squeaked out a few words as he began to utter his question, but Jenny
stopped him and said maternally, "Eat your Rice Krispies, Honey. Auntie
Jenny will talk to you in a minute."
Jim felt strangely compelled to obey her commands and he obeyed her
order for silence without question. He ate slowly and somewhat sloppily,
doing his best to eat the cereal without making a mess. His motor
coordination seemed to have deteriorated along with his size and he was
having trouble keeping the spoon straight in his hand. The spoon seemed
to want to turn itself of its own accord as it reached his face,
spilling the Rice Krispies on his chin rather than delivering them to
his mouth. Even when he did get the spoon into his mouth, the
unaccustomed gaps between his teeth let small amounts of milk escape.
Milk ran down his face and dripped onto his lap, forcing Jenny to wipe
his face repeatedly to keep the mess from reaching his clothes. As he
ate his cereal, he watched Jenny munching on the bacon and eggs she had
made for her own breakfast.
Finally he could no longer contain himself and he said in a rush,
"What's happened to me? Is this some crazy dream?"
Jenny laughed in the condescending manner women have with little boys
and said, "No, you're not dreaming, Baby! I learned a spell from a
friend of mine who's a witch. I enjoy turning men into the boys they
would rather be. I pick men up at bars and take them home with me,
making them think they've got a cheap lay for the night. I make dinner
for them and then satisfy their carnal desires in any way they wish.
After I've worn them out, I exact my price for the evening's
entertainment.
I make them horny again and use my hands to get them off. While I'm
masturbating them, I cast a spell on them. I take their sexual energy
and weave it into my spell to give it power. The spell reverses the
aging process for them. Within hours they are turned into little boys
just like you. Then the fun begins as they slowly turn into babies
again. I love watching their anguish as they lose the little bit of
maturity they've acquired in life and regress back into infancy. Of
course I don't just do it because I like to see how men react to being
turned into babies, I make money from it too! I take the infants I
create and sell them to well-off women who can't have children. I cast a
spell on you so you can join your childish brethren in infancy. In a few
days, Sweetheart, it will all be over. Have you taken a look at yourself
in the mirror today? You're getting younger by the minute. Last night I
took you back to early childhood. Today you're about three years old, by
the end of next week you'll be two, and in two weeks you'll be a babe in
arms."
Jim shook his head and said, "No! I can't believe it! This is all a
dream!" Jenny smirked at him and said, "Is it? Pinch yourself! Bite your
tongue! Does it hurt? Of course it does! This is reality, Honey! Your
imagination isn't that good. Think about your painting; how detailed
were your pictures?"
Jim frowned as he thought about his attempts with oil painting. She was
right, his imagination lacked the visual detail of what he saw around
him. But that meant.....
Jenny smiled at the expression of horrified realization on his face and
said, "I choose my men carefully, Honey. You've never been happy as an
adult. You hate your job, your career and everything else in your adult
life. You haven't even learned how to play like an adult. You daydream
about painting like a little boy. If you had been serious about it, you
would have taken some classes. And your sex life? It's a joke! You're
not really interested in sex with a woman. What am I, the second or
third woman you've ever slept with? What you really want is to be
mothered. You exude an aura of being a lost little boy who's lost his
mommy. Every woman you meet knows it instinctively and tries to take
care of you. Face it, Sweetheart, you're just a little boy who was for
ced to grow up against his will!"
He looked at her in wide-eyed amazement as she continued, "Of course,
you're not alone in that. Most men want to be babies. They won't admit
it, but they don't want women to be their equals. They'd rather have
mommies to love and take care of them. That's the secret that women keep
from men, Jimmy Dear. Every woman has the power to turn her man into a
whimpering baby if she wants to. Deep in their subconscious, men are
aware of this and constantly strive to be free of women. That's why men
join armies and play rough games like football. They're just trying to
convince each other that they've grown up. It doesn't do them any good,
though. Sooner or later, they have to face the fact that they can't
function without women. Then they go hunting for some poor woman who's
so overawed with their muscles that she'll let them tell her she's too
stupid to make decisions for herself.
Men have tried to dominate women over the centuries because they fear
the power women hold over them. Have you ever heard that the last word a
dying man says on the battlefield is 'Mother'? Or have you ever wondered
why men become so dependent and helpless as they grow old? Have you ever
seen a man when he's sick? He expects to be fed and babied as if he was
two years old again. Women don't act like that when they're sick, only
men seem to regress when they're under the weather. When the thin patina
of maturity men flaunt becomes a little tarnished with ill use, it's
easy to see what men really want. Men have a secret wish to return to
babyhood where they are loved no matter what they do or say. Deep in
their hearts, men know that the only time in their lives that they were
truly happy was in their infancy. That's why women frighten men so much.
They know that if they gave in to their desires for a moment, they might
find themselves giving up their adult lives and becoming tiny children
again. They're afraid that what they really want is to be cradled in
their mommy's arms while they suckle milk from her breast. Why do you
think men have such a fascination for women's breasts? It's their
infantile need to be nurtured that causes them to ogle every big titty
that goes by. They're just big babies looking for a mommy to breast feed
them.
In fairness, I let the men I regress make the decision about their fate.
You actually have a choice here; you still have most of your adult
faculties and can resist the process for a few days. That's your chance
to be a man again. Your first chance was to turn down the one night
stand and go on with your life. You couldn't resist the opportunity for
a romp in bed so you flubbed that chance. If you flub the second chance
to become an adult, it will be your last. If you resist strongly enough,
the spell will disperse before the final transformation and you'll wake
up as an adult. The memory of being a child again will fade rapidly and
this will seem to have been a silly dream. Or you can give in to your
desires and return to babyhood to be cared for by a adoring mommy. This
is your opportunity to have a woman be at your beck and call. If you
want, you can spend the rest of your life without worrying about a job
or career. Everything will be provided for you, you won't have to lift a
finger to have your needs fulfilled. You won't even have to feed and
dress yourself, your mommy will do that for you. Your days will be
filled with endless play. You'll creep around the floor in your dydees,
happily exploring a world that will be as bright and shiny as a new
penny. This is your second chance at reliving the happy childhood you
miss so much.
The choice is entirely up to you. When the spell has completed its work,
I'll find a woman to tend to your every need. All you need do to have a
second chance to find the contentment of childhood is to accept what
I've done. If you relax and let the spell take its course, you'll be an
infant again in two weeks."
Jenny's explanation was too much to absorb at one time. "Should I
believe her?", he asked himself, "And if I believe her, what do I want
to do? Should I resist? Do I really want to return to the rat race?
She's right, I can't remember having been really happy since I was a
child. Is that what men want? Is it what I want?"
He looked up into her eyes and saw the horns of the dilemma that lay
before him. He ached to surrender and let the spell bring him happiness,
but he was too scared to let his adult powers slip away from him without
a battle. Jenny was the crux of the problem. She was at once warm and
caring and at the same time condescending and patronizing. Jim longed to
be in her arms but the fear of losing control of his life to someone who
had so little respect for his maturity terrified him. The choice between
the two fates seemed to paralyze his mind. He knew he should reject her
offer out of hand, but the allure of being nurtured and coddled was too
great to be ignored. Jim felt himself caught up in a vacillating loop.
In one minute her plan seemed ridiculous, in the next instant the idea
seemed warm and inviting, and the next moment it seemed revolting.
Jenny gave him no chance to accept or reject her proposal, saying,
"C'mon, Pumpkin. Let's get you bathed and dressed."
She picked him up under his armpits and carried him off to a large
bathroom in the rear of the house. It wasn't the one he had been in the
night before when he had gotten ready for bed. When she set him on the
bathroom rug to undress him, he saw that the bathroom looked like it was
owned by a young family instead of a single woman. There were brightly
colored toys on the edge of the tub and bottles of baby shampoo and
conditioner in the wire rack hanging from the shower head.
As the tub filled with water, Jenny poured a large dollop of Bubble Bath
under the stream rushing from the faucet. Jenny knelt on the rug in
front of him and unfastened the button at his neck of his sleeper. Then
she pulled the zipper down to its stop beneath his navel while mounds of
foam filled the tub. She worked the garment from his shoulders and
pulled it down his torso, slipping his arms out of the sleeves when the
loose sleeper reached his waist, then sliding it down his skinny legs to
form intertwined rings of baby blue fleece around his feet. She held his
upper arm as he struggled to free his toes from the confining garment,
pointing with her other hand to where she thought he should move to
extricate himself. Once his feet were clear of the sleeper, she grasped
the waistband of his underwear and jerked them to his ankles in a single
motion. Jim froze in shock and embarrassment. He had always dreamed of
being forcibly stripped by a woman, but his imaginings had never been
anything like the experience of being undressed like a small child. It
made him feel vulnerable and helpless. He tried to cover his nakedness
with his hand, but Jenny brushed it away casually to see how dirty he
was. When she turned him around roughly to inspect his bottom, he
thought he would die in shame. She tsk-tsk'ed at the brown streaks she
saw and said, "It looks like Aunt Jenny needs give your little bottom a
thorough scrubbing, little boy! Didn't your mommy ever teach you to wipe
himself properly after using the toilet?"
Jim hung his head in shame while she looked behind his ears and examined
his neck, making disapproving clucking noises at his lack of diligence
in bathing. Then she put her hands on his shoulders and turned him
around again to face her. When she put her hand between his legs and
seized his tiny penis in her hand, he froze in utter mortification. He
let a low moan of despair escape his lips when she delicately pulled
back his foreskin to see the dirt that lay beneath. She shook her head
in disapproval, making him want to cry. Her patronizing treatment of him
made him realize how small he had become. Jim thought with a shock that
if he resisted, she could pick him up and put him over her knee for a
spanking without breaking a sweat. The idea made him cringe before her.
His naked childish body felt so powerless in her presence and emphasized
the helplessness of his position. Jenny stood up, picking up his clothes
as she rose and turned to toss them in the bathroom hamper. Then she
locked the door with an old fashioned warded key and put it in her pants
pocket. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on Jim. He had daydreamed
for years about being locked naked in a bathroom with a beautiful woman
who intended to bathe him. Now that he was confronted with the reality
of his erotic notion, he was terrified. The locked door didn't serve to
keep intruders out, it was locked to keep him from escaping. He was
trapped with a woman who would scrub him until his skin shone from the
effort.
Jim thought despondently that she would probably dust his body with baby
powder when she was finished bathing him. She turned to the cabinet on
the wall and opened it, taking a large apron from the shelf and tying it
around her waist. The sight of her towering over him in her apron
brought back childhood memories of his mother preparing to bathe him and
completed the illusion that he had never grown up. Jenny bent over the
tub and turned off the water before turning back to him. Then she went
back to the cabinet on the wall at took out a pink pencil shaped plastic
object. She put the object in the top pocket of her apron and took out a
small jar of vaseline. Jenny bent down and grasped Jim's hand then
lowered the lid on the toilet and sat down. She pulled him close to her
and lifted him up to lay him prone across her lap. She held him down
with the heel of one hand on his back while she took the pencil shaped
object out of her pocket and fiddled with the top of the vaseline jar
for a moment before wrestling it free of the jar. Jenny put the top to
one side and began to twist the clear top of the pencil shaped object
while Jim squirmed on her lap. Jimmy managed to get his head twisted
around to see what she was doing. His face contorted with alarm as he
yelled, "No! NO! I won't let you do that to me! Let me up from here! Let
me up NOW"
"Now Jimmy, be reasonable. I know what changed you was a magick spell,
but I still need to check your metabolic rate and this is the easiest
way to do it. I'm sorry, I know it's uncomfortable, but I need to find
out how fast you're changing," she replied calmly as she put the clear
top to one side and laid it over to the side with the top to the
vaseline.
Jim watch with an expression of sick horror on face as she withdrew a
long slender object from the pink plastic case in her hand, confirming
his suspicions about what she was planning to do. Jimmy screamed, "NO!
NO! Let me go!" and began to jerk around on her lap violently.
He kicked his feet and screamed wordlessly while she held him over her
knees with one hand. Jimmy was in a frenzy; he beat his tiny fists
against her legs and flailed his legs in an attempt to escape. Finally,
in a fit of desperation, he bent his head down and bit her as hard as
she could on her leg. "Owww!", squealed Jenny, almost dropping the
thermometer and jar on her lap.
"Damn it, Jimmy! No biting! Do you hear me? NO BITING!", Jenny ordered
angrily.
Jimmy saw that he had hurt her and he craned his neck to bite her again.
Jenny snatched the thermometer and jar in one hand and laid them on the
floor as his small teeth sunk themselves into her flesh again. "Owwww!",
yelled Jenny in response to his new bite as she grabbed his hair and
jerked his head free of her leg.
"Damnit, Jimmy! I said no biting and I meant it!", she yelled angrily.
She let go of his head and began to slap his behind with the palm of her
right hand while holding him down with her left. "If you behave like a
little hellion, I'm going to treat you like one, little boy!", Jenny
said as she whacked him a second time.
Jimmy inhaled sharply as the sensation of savage pain reached his brain.
Then the reality of what was happening exploded in his consciousness and
he began screaming in agony. He writhed in an effort to get away but he
was too small and weak to get free. Jenny redoubled her efforts when she
saw he was resisting the spanking, causing him to choke and sputter in a
fit of hysteria. Jenny continued beating on his fanny until he went limp
in defeat. His screams died down to exhausted gasps of pain punctuated
by agonized whimpers. Jenny stopped and looked down at the broken child
draped across her lap. His bottom was beet red and showed hand prints in
several places. Jimmy mewled like a three month old infant and lay
limply across her knees. He knew he would never be able to disobey Jenny
again. She had established their respective roles forever. She was the
adult and he was the child. He would do whatever she said from that
point on. Any other thought brought back memories of the humiliating
agony he had suffered at her hands. Jimmy wept bitter tears at the
grievous error he had made in defying her. He would never make that
particular mistake again.
Jenny noted with satisfaction the results of Jimmy's spanking. It was
obvious he was sorry for what he had done and that he'd not repeat his o
dious behavior anytime soon. She had a duty to the women she sold the
babies to and she intended to honor her commitments. When she sold the
babies, she promised the women that they would get a loving adorable
infant to take care of, not a hellish changeling who scratched and bit
at every opportunity! Jenny wasn't surprised at Jimmy's reaction to the
thermometer, many of the men she had changed had panicked when they saw
it in her hand. Jimmy was the first one that had bit her though. They
had settled down and cooperated once she gave them a paddling on their
fannies. Most men only needed an excuse to surrender themselves to a
woman's rule. Once they got over the illusion of being independent, they
fell over themselves to be as agreeable as possible. She had never had
to spank any of them as hard as she had Jimmy though, his poor little
bottom was going to be sore for days!
She reached beside her with her free hand and picked up the thermometer
and vaseline again. Jenny continued to hold the whimpering child with
one hand while she shook down the thermometer with the other. After
three vigorous shakes, she dipped its bright silver end into the jar of
vaseline and put the jar to one side. Jenny used the fingers of her left
hand to spread the muscles of his bottom apart while she continued to
hold him down with the heel of her hand. Jimmy shuddered as he felt the
cold bulb of the rectal thermometer penetrate his anus and slide to a
stop within him. Jenny held the thermometer in place by slipping it
between her first and second fingers, letting the flat of her hand rest
on top of his bottom.
Jimmy had never been more humiliated in his life! First she spanked him,
then she was taking his temperature with an rectal thermometer as if he
was an infant! Whenever he squirmed, the thermometer would move slightly
within him in response, making him feel like he was about to have a
bowel movement. Jimmy was miserable, Jenny tried to comfort him by
patting his bottom with the fingers of her hand, but it only served to
remind him how helpless he had become. Finally she withdrew the
thermometer, popping it out of his rectum in a single motion. Jimmy was
convinced by the sensation produced when the bulb passed his anus that
he had pooped involuntarily. He waved his legs and felt the slippery
vaseline between his cheeks make them slide frictionlessly across each
other. He wept silently, mistaking the slippery vaseline for the poop
that he thought had escaped him.
Jenny looked at the thermometer carefully for any indication of fever.
When she saw that he only had a rectal temperature one degree above
normal, she wiped the thermometer with a wad of toilet paper and set
Jimmy down on the floor beside her. She was unconcerned with his slight
temperature, it had been far higher during the night. That's why she had
dressed him in the blanket sleeper while he had slept, she didn't want
him waking up with chills. Jenny pitched the wad of dirty paper in the
toilet, then washed the thermometer in the sink and put it in its
plastic case before putting it away in the cabinet. Then Jenny turned
her attention back to Jimmy. She hoisted him up by his armpits until his
feet cleared the side of the tub and sat him down in the sudsy water to
bathe him. He was incapable of resisting Jenny in any way after the
dubbing he had gotten on his bottom. He wanted to say something,
anything that would make Jenny change her plans for him, but his fear
froze his tongue in his head. All he seemed able to do was watch
helplessly while she washed him like an incompetent preschooler.
The warm water eased the tension from his muscles and made him relax in
spite of himself. Jenny industriously lathered the washcloth and
thoroughly cleaned his back and shoulders before scrubbing his neck and
ears. When she worked her way around to his chest, he was surprised to
find he was enjoying himself. The bath wasn't the erotic adventure he
had dre amed about, but it was pleasurable nonetheless. After he had
soaked for awhile, she made him stand so she could clean his bottom. He
faced the wall and leaned against it while she worked the warm soapy
washcloth into his bottom to remove any traces of encrusted feces. He
squirmed as she barely broke the privacy of his anus and ran the cloth
around the inside of the opening. Jim trembled as she stopped to soap
the washcloth again and reinsert it into the crack of his bottom. He was
glad he was facing the wall, despite his body's youth, he had gotten an
erection from her ministrations. He hoped she would finish soon before
he had an embarrassing accident. The washcloth made him feel like he was
going to have a bowel movement at any minute and he felt an urgent need
to pee. When she turned him around to help him sit down in the tub
again, she smiled at his tiny erection, making it deflate immediately.
Jenny dropped a few of the toys in the bathwater to keep him occupied
while she attended to the rest of his body. His embarrassment at being
treated like a child diminished as she continued to wash him. In a few
minutes he was happily playing with the bath toys while she shampooed
his hair. He closed his eyes and let his cares be carried away by the
warm feeling of the water she poured over his head to rinse him. "This
isn't so bad," he thought, "I could get to like this!"
When she finished washing his hair, she said, "Let Jenn wash your
wee-wee."
An hour before, "wee-wee" would have been the biggest insult she could
have levied against him. Now it was inviting. Jenny gently scrubbed his
penis with a warm soapy washcloth. She took the tiny member in her
washcloth covered hand and slowly worked the suds into the skin of his
penis. Jim stared down at his body and looked the child's body he
inhabited. All he could see was the chubby belly and tiny feet of an
older toddler. There wasn't a hair on his body aside from the wet mop on
his head. He lifted up his protruding paunch with his hands to look at
his penis. All that remained of his pride and joy was the tiny appendage
of a small child. The potbelly he had gotten in the night bothered him.
"Am I fat or is this gut normal for a toddler?", he thought neurot
ically.
She lifted him out of the tub and dried him off with an oversized bath
towel, giving him orders to turn one way or the other so she could
sponge away every drop. When Jenny told him to present "his little
tushie" to her, he tried to turn away in embarrassment. She threw her
arm around his shoulders, holding his torso firmly against the apron on
her lap, saying, "Gimme that pumpkinbutt, Baby!", as she worked the
terrycloth into every crevasse of his behind.
Jenny finished toweling him off and said, "Now him don't want to be a
big man, do he? Him want to be Auntie Jenny's babykins."
He realized that while he was nodding in automatic agreement, he
simultaneously felt an eerie sensation that he was shrinking ...
Jenny took something white from the counter and knelt on the bathroom
rug in front of him. She spread the fabric between her hands and asked
him to step into the two holes at the bottom. Jim took the garment for
underwear and obliged her by stepping into the legs holes and standing
still as she pulled them up his legs. When she had tugged them up to his
waist, she ran her fingers around the elastic to take out the folds and
said, "There you go, Sweetheart. These will protect the furniture in
case you make a boo-boo."
When he looked down to see what he was wearing, he saw that Jenny had
clothed him in what appeared to be toddler's training pants. The thick,
foam-filled, absorbent panel on the front of the pants left no doubt as
to the nature of what she was protecting the furniture against. He put
his hand behind him to check on the training pants in the rear and was
not surprised to find the bottom was thicker than the sides. Apparently
pee wasn't the only thing she was protecting the furniture against. Then
she showed him the little children's potty in the corner of the bathroom
he was to use instead of the toilet. She took him out to the family room
and sat him on the floor in front of the TV.
Jenny went to the large rectangular object that sat next to the wall by
the TV. It was covered with a forest green cloth and had small black
Egyptian statuette of cat on top. Jim had thought it was a storage box
when he had seen it the night before. She bent over and took the
statuette and placed it carefully on the TV, then whisked the cloth from
the box in a single motion, revealing a gaily painted children's toy
box. Jenny folded the cloth into a rough square and laid it on the
bookcase next to the TV. Then she opened the box and began taking out
objects to pile them at Jim's feet. As the mound grew, Jim saw that the
toy seemed to be made of some sort of interlocking wooden tracks. There
were grooved curves, straight-aways and bridges with bright red plastic
sides. He picked up an intersection and looked at it closely. The track
had a clever wooden switch that allowed the track be switched from one
path to another. Then Jim realized what she had gotten out for him; it
was a toy wooden train!
The pile at his feet grew until there were enough pieces for him to
construct a layout that would easily be five feet in diameter. Jenny
glanced at him and smiled at his reaction to her surprise, then bent
over to present her piece de resistance with a flourish. She withdrew a
red velvet bag from the interior of the box and handed it to Jim as if
it was a treasure. Jim's curiosity was piqued and he took the bag from
her eagerly, wondering what she had concealed in the bag. When he pulled
open the drawstring, he found the bag contained small wooden train cars
that had magnets on each end. He took one of them out and examined it
closely. The little red wagon seemed so attractive that he was instantly
seized with the desire to see how it rolled on its track. Jim picked up
a straight piece of track from the pile that lay at his feet and held it
in his hand while he ran the little wagon back and forth in its grooves.
Then he put the track down and took another wagon from the bag. He held
a wagon in each hand and put the two ends together to see how they
coupled. There was something magical about the way the invisible
magnetic force made them stick together that intrigued him. Although he
remembered the theory of magnetic fields he had been taught in school
perfectly well, there was something about the way it behaved that
appealed to his sense of wonder. He pulled them apart and put them back
together several times before he tired of the exercise. Then he put one
of them down next to his leg and went back to his examination of the
first wagon. He spun the wooden wheels on the wagon and smiled at how
long they continued to turn after he gave them the initial torque. The
wagon's color was so bright and red. It reminded him of a fully ripe
Johnathan apple. It looked so.....appetizing!
He was struck by an irresistible impulse to taste the wagon. Without
thinking about what he was doing, he put the end of the wagon in his
mouth and explored its corners and curves with his tongue. The clean
flavor of birch filled his mouth and made him think of forests he had
walked in when he was little. He looked up to see Jenny grinning down at
him in amusement as she watched him sucking on the end of the wagon like
a toddler. Jimmy pulled the wagon out of his mouth guiltily and dropped
it to the floor beside him when he realized what he had done. He ducked
his head in embarrassment and made himself busy with the bag in an
effort to cover up his faux pas.
He hastily began removing the other wagons from the bag and laid them
down beside him in rows, being careful to line them up in a precise
enfilade in a show of intense concentration. When he got to the bottom
of the bag, he discovered that there was another bag contained within
the first bag. He took out the little bag and pulled open its top.
Nestled inside the bag was a little battery operated train engine. He
took the engine out of its bag and carefully placed it at the head of
the line of cars it would soon be pulling. Jim sat cross-legged on the
carpet and began to assemble the tracks at his feet. Within minutes, he
had forgotten his embarrassment and was happily playing with the wooden
choo-choo as if he had never grown up. Jenny smiled in approval and pi
cked up the covering cloth to put it away. As an afterthought, she
turned on the TV before she left the room so he could watch cartoons if
he got bored with his new train.
Later that morning, he felt the urgent need to urinate. He got up from
the rug in front of the TV and ran to the bathroom. Eschewing the
demeaning potty, he stubbornly tried to use the bathroom toilet to
relieve himself. He soon discovered the reason that she had provided the
potty chair for him; he was too small to climb up on the toilet
unassisted. After several fruitless attempts to pull himself up on the
toilet seat, he gave up and went over to the little plastic potty. Jimmy
was mortified that he was forced to use a children's potty to relieve
himself but he had no choice. He pulled down the training pants and sat
on the plastic seat wondering if Jenny had other humiliations up her
sleeve. The protective plastic urine shield jutted up between his legs
and redirected any errant streams into the potty. It reminded him of the
lovemaking session they had had the night before when Jenny had held his
balls in her hand. Jimmy found the memory of his lost manhood
distressing and hoped he'd be able to resist her spell until he returned
to normal. He unconsciously put his hand down to check on his crotch and
was shocked when his hand met the cold unyielding plastic instead of the
soft flesh of his penis. He instinctively grabbed for himself in
self-protection, but was stymied by the urine shield.
For a moment he thought that his penis had gone completely. It felt like
the potty chair had swallowed him up without even leaving him a little
boy's wee-wee to pee with. Then reality returned and he realized the
second purpose of having a urine shield. It was to keep little boys from
playing with their wee-wees when they were on the potty. The thought of
being forced to use a potty like this until the end of his days was
depressing. Surely he'd be able to defeat the spell and return to normal
in a few days. He couldn't imagine himself accepting his current
condition and falling prey to her enchantment.
When he finished, he stood up and pulled the training pants up around
his waist. He noticed with irritation that he dribbled a little into his
training pants once they were in place and resolved to shake himself
after he finished on the potty next time. Hopefully Jenny wouldn't
notice the yellow stains on the front of his training pants when she
washed them. He closed the lid on the potty and then ambled out to the
family room to watch cartoons again.
Despite his irritation at being treated like a child, he enjoyed the
next few days of his return to childhood. His cares seemed to melt away
as if his adult life had been a bad dream from which he had awoken. He
watched television, was served his meals, and played with toys just as
he had when he was a little boy. Jenny would dress him each morning in a
clean pair of training pants and put a T-shirt on him to keep him warm.
She seemed to delight in showing him the childish motifs silk-screened
on the T-shirts. At first the humiliation of wearing toddler's clothes
irritated him, but after a while he fingered the colorful design on his
chest in a vaguely pleased way. From then on, each dressing seemed like
an adventure as she showed him the T-shirt he'd be wearing for the day.
When she was finished dressing him, she'd take him by the hand and lead
him to the kitchen for his breakfast. She would help him into his
booster chair and tie a napkin around his neck before she gave him a
bowl of Malt-O-Meal for breakfast. Jenny had stopped giving him Rice
Krispies for breakfast after the first day. He had gotten Rice Krispies
all over himself and the floor, she had explained when she gave him the
soupy bowl of pulverized wheat the next day. Jimmy wasn't too unhappy
with the substitution; his missing teeth had made it difficult to chew
the rice nuggets and the Malt-O-Meal was easier to slurp down.
After breakfast, she would lead him into the family room where she would
let him watch cartoon shows that she deemed appropriate. If nothing was
on that she approved of, she would open the large toybox that sat next
to the TV and let him play with his toys. He would sit on the floor for
hours building log cabins and forts with the giant drum of Lincoln Logs
she had given him. Occasionally, when his attention was occupied by
playing or TV, he would unconsciously put his thumb in his mouth and
suck it the way he had when he was a child. When he realized what he had
been doing, he would jerk his thumb from his mouth guiltily and sit on
his hand. Soon he would become preoccupied with his activity and forget
all about his thumbsucking. He'd pull his hand from beneath his bottom
and his hand would gradually migrate up to his mouth and slip his thumb
in unnoticed. Several times he had turned to find Jenny standing over
him with a grin on her face as she watched him suck his thumb.
At night he slept in a crib in a cheerily decorated nursery surrounded
by the plushy stuffed animal toys of early childhood. The nursery had an
elusive sweet smell that Jim was unable to identify. Jim had the feeling
that he had smelled the aroma before, but he could not put his finger on
exactly where he had encountered it. Whatever it was, it gave him the
imp