(Co-authored with Mistress Janice)
There was some trouble at the daycare center about enrolling Jeff on
Monday morning. When Jeff's mother Audrey brought his birth certificate
in for registration on Monday morning, they thought she was joking.
After all, who would want to put a twenty-two-year-old man in daycare?
When she explained that she was serious, they told her she should see a
nursing home about adult daycare. This was a CHILDREN'S daycare center,
the manager had explained loudly. Audrey said that she understood and
left quietly.
Jeff was picked up by his mother at lunch and was taken to his first day
at the daycare center. Nothing had changed when she walked in with Jeff
in her arms. Audrey marched up to the desk , sat Jeff's diapered bottom
on the counter and demanded to see the manager. Mrs. Baker, the manager
was called and when she arrived, she asked Audrey politely if she could
help her. Audrey explained that she was there to register her son in
daycare. The manager explained with exaggerated patience the policy of
the daycare to Audrey and told her that it was impossible to enroll an
adult. Audrey stood at the counter with a crooked smile on her face and
asked if the baby before them on the counter would be eligible. Mrs.
Baker answered that yes, of course a baby was eligible, they just didn't
have the facilities to care for adults.
When Audrey told her that this WAS her twenty-two-year old son, the
manager was flabbergasted. She gave Mrs. Baker a handwritten note and
told her to call the person who wrote it and verify what she had said.
The manager looked dubious, but took the note to look at it. Her
amazement was complete when she saw that it had been written by none
other than her sister-in-law, Melissa! Mrs. Baker hastily retired to her
office to call Melissa and check Audrey's story. A few minutes later,
she emerged with a shaken look on her face and told Audrey that she
would be happy to register her son. Ten minutes later, Audrey had left
for work leaving Jeff ensconced in a crib of his own.
Jeff looked through the bars of his crib dolefully as he watched the
activities of the other children. He had been put into the pre-speech
group consisting of toddlers from the ages of nine months to eighteen
months. All around him were babies playing in playpens, being fed and
cared for by daycare workers. There were toddlers crawling about the
floor in diapered abandon seeking their desires without restraint. He
looked upon them enviously, it was one thing to begin one's life with a
period of dependence, but quite another to be forced into a lifetime of
babyhood!!!
After a while he grew hungry and he looked anxiously around the room
trying to get a caregiver's attention. Everyone was busy taking care of
crying babies. The hunger in his tummy began to gnaw at him and made him
fretful. How dare they do this to him! He was hungry, couldn't they see
that? He just wanted a little something to take the edge off of his
hunger. He'd be happy if he could get a little snack, anything to make
his stomach stop hurting. Tears started rolling down his face unbidden.
He sat in his crib leaning against the headboard and whimpered softly in
self-pity. It was bad enough that his mother had turned him into a baby,
but putting him here, where no one seemed to have the slightest interest
in taking care of him, was too much. He closed his eyes and cried. He
had never felt so alone in all his life! He was miserable. The
unfairness of everything enraged him and he was unable to make the
slightest compliant about it! His crying grew in volume until it became
a full fledge wail! He wanted to go home! He wanted to be fed! He wanted
his MOTHER!
Suddenly he felt himself being lifted out of the crib. His eyes jerked
open in panic and he squirmed to get away from the stranger's touch. His
crying turned into screams as he felt himself being turned over and held
face up against the stranger. He looked at who was violating his person
and saw a woman looking down at him with a pleasant smile, cooing at him
and asking him in baby talk what was the matter. She took her free hand
and slipped her fingers under the front of his diaper while asking him
if he was wet. He tried to push her hand away and found he was unable to
budge her hand, she was simply too strong for him to resist. He squeezed
his eyes shut and screamed in outrage at the invasion of his person. She
took her hand out and bounced him gently in her arm while making
soothing noises at him.
His screams turned into wails of frustration as she continued to try to
comfort him. He didn't want comfort, he wanted food! He wanted to be fed
NOW! Without warning, he found himself being gagged by some foreign
object in his mouth. He snapped his mouth closed around the object to
try and get a grip on it with his toothless gums and opened his eyes
simultaneously. It was a baby bottle! The caregiver squeezed the bottle
slightly to give him a start and Jeff felt his mouth filled with the
sweet lukewarm liquid. His infant body began sucking hungrily at the
nourishing formula before he realized what was happening. Jeff was so
humiliated he wanted to cry, Within three weeks of his homecoming from
the city, he was being held in a strange woman's arms, dressed only in a
diaper and being fed from a baby bottle. He sniffled a bit as he
continued to suck on the nipple and thought, "Mother's well and truly
fucked me. I'm stuck being a baby. I might as well relax and get used to
it. There's nothing I can do about it, I'm just a baby."
He shivered a bit as he pressed his little body close to the woman's
breast for comfort. She snuggled him in her arm as he thought, "I can't
talk, the only thing I can do to get their attention is to cry. From now
on I'm not going to even try to talk to anyone. If I need something, I'm
just going to scream my head off."
The image of him standing in a crib screaming and wailing in a dirty
diaper hung in his mind like an accusation of his unmanliness. "But
then," he thought, "I'm not a man anymore! It's not my fault! I'm tired
of trying to be something I'm not. If mother would rather take care of
me as a baby then have a man for a son, then okay, fine, I'll be her
baby. She's the one who'll have to change my shitty diaper, not me!"
A bubble of air from his stomach began to put pressure on his cardiac
sphincter and shot a dagger of pain from his stomach to his throat. He
tried to burp and discovered he no longer had enough control over his
muscles to belch. He stopped nursing, squirmed in the woman's arms with
a pained expression on his face and began to whimper. His nurse gently
took the bottle from his lips, hoisted him up to her diaper draped
shoulder and began to pat his back. Jeff burped enormously and sighed in
relief. She lowered him from her shoulder and nestled him in her arm
again, putting the nipple back in his mouth. The pressure on his tummy
relieved, he hungrily started nursing the formula again. Soon his
eyelids drooped sleepily. He fought to stay away awake, but the needs of
his body were too much for him. He fell asleep in her arms dreaming of
tall, willowy blondes cavorting for his pleasure in a gigantic bed.
He dreamt he was filming the bedroom scene when suddenly the scene
shifted and he found himself at the center of the action. He lay in bed
surrounded by naked women who bent over him trying to rip his clothes
off. He was dismayed in the dream to discover he couldn't help them, his
hands and arms didn't seem to work right. He lay helplessly as they
stripped the clothes from his body, denuding him. Jeff smiled and licked
his lips in anticipation of what he knew was coming. He closed his eyes
in carnal delight as they caressed his balls and penis. When he opened
his eyes again he saw that all but one of the women had disappeared, but
now she stood fully clothed at the side of the bed. She was still bent
over him, busy in her duties satisfying his demands. He relaxed as she
lifted both of his legs in one hand and massaged his butt with her
other. He was surprised that a woman her size could lift him so easily.
He looked again and saw she had grown to enormous proportions. She
seemed to tower over him. The thought of being tended to by such a large
woman disturbed him and looked away. He saw the bed now looked like it
was surrounded on three sides by prison bars. Jeff asked her in the
dream where all the bars had come from and was distressed to find he
couldn't speak. All that came out of his mouth were low chuckling and
cooing noises. Jeff looked down to see why she had stopped massaging
him. She seemed to be pulling a white cloth up between his legs. He
raised his arms in alarm when realized that she wasn't making love to
him, she was diapering him! He started screaming in anger and
frustration when abruptly the dream ended.
He opened his eyes and discovered a woman standing over him just like in
the dream. She finished diapering him in a disposable diaper and patted
his tummy playfully when she saw that he had awoken. Jeff whimpered
despondently over the loss of his manhood and his dream. He would never
get another chance, he realized, his mother had seen to that. He'd spend
his days crawling at women's feet unable to impress them with anything
but his infantile cooing. He closed his eyes wishing that everything
would go away. He wished he had never been born. A few minutes later he
fell into a dreamless sleep.
Jeff awoke to find himself in his crib again surrounded by a roomful of
infants and young toddlers. He sat up and stretched, looking over the
room. He sat for a minute before deciding that playing on the floor was
better than spending the afternoon sitting bored in a crib. Jeff walked
his hands up the crib rails and hoisted himself to a standing position
at the side of the crib. he shouted to get someone's attention,
"La..aaaaaa...ggooon....naaammm!!!" Soon a woman came to the crib side
and said, "Is baby finally up? Do you want out of your crib?" She
lowered the crib rail and picked him up in her arms saying, "Would
sweetiepie like to play on the floor? Here you go Honey. Here's a
stuffed bear you can play with."
She sat him on the floor and handed him a small stuffed teddy bear. She
turned to another worker and said, "Mrs. Baker told me that he's twenty
two years old. He sure doesn't look like it! As far as I can see, he's
only about eleven, twelve months old, tops! Just look at him sitting on
the floor with his bear. No one can convince me that he isn't a little
baby! I've already had to change him once this afternoon and I had to
burp him after I gave him his bottle. He may have been a man once, but
not now. I think we can safely ignore his mother's orders that he not be
allowed to roam the room unsupervised. It's cruel to keep him in a crib
and playpen all day. He'll be fine. His mother's just being
overprotective!"
He took the bear in hand and hugged it to his tiny body in an attempt to
disarm his watchers. He was sure what he wanted to do, but he was sure
when he thought of something, they wouldn't like it.
His first thought was one of escape. He looked around the room to check
the exits and see how well they were watched. He was disappointed to
find there was only a single exit from the room and that had a baby gate
in front of it. He'd have to watch it carefully to see how it latched.
The lock would easily befuddle an infant's mind, but he was sure he'd
have no problem with it. He might have the body of a baby, but he still
had an adult mind! He'd be through it in a minute!
He began crawling in apparently random movements across the room,
creeping towards the gate slowly. Every few minutes he'd stop a look at
the attendants to see if they were watching him. He thought he saw one
of them glancing at him, but she seemed unconcerned. If he could get
near enough to it to see the latch he'd sit down and study it before he
made his attempt. He's only get one chance at escape and he had to get
it right the first time. He was sure they'd never give him another
chance. Jeff wished she had put him in a cloth diaper rather than the
disposable that he was wearing. The noise of the crinkling plastic
seemed to betray his intentions as he crept along the floor on his hands
and knees. At least cloth diapers were quiet!
He got to within three feet of the gate and sat off to the side to
observe the locking mechanism. The latch was simple as he expected; only
a hook and eye arrangement. He had been half afraid it would be a spring
type bar that he wouldn't have the strength to open. "This will be a
snap!", he thought to himself, "All I need is the opportunity and I'll
be out of here for good! That will show Mother that she can't put me in
a daycare!" He shifted on his plastic covered bottom to cover the room
with his eyes and settled on a period of waiting. Jeff wanted the
workers to be completely occupied when he made his escape. Jeff put the
bear in his lap and pretended to play with it's ears with his left hand.
The women looked at him and smiled at his activities. While they
watched, his right hand stole up to his face unbidden and his thumb
slipped into his mouth. His lips surrounded his thumb and drew it into
his mouth where his tongue and cheeks began pulling on it. It was
obvious from the expression of concentration on his face that he didn't
know he was sucking his thumb. He looked so sweet playing with his teddy
bear, they knew he wouldn't be any trouble.
Two babies began crying simultaneously and the women moved quickly to
take care of them. They turned their back on him changing diapers and
tending their charges. This was his chance! He crawled rapidly to the
gate, slipped the hook and began pulling on the gate. It was caught! He
looked down to see where it had hung up. "Ohhhh," he thought to himself,
"Duh! The rug! I should have thought of that!"
He knelt and picked up the gate with one hand while pulling it out with
the other. His strength was barely up to the task. When he finally had
it opened enough, he set it down carefully and started through the
opening quietly. He was almost through when he felt himself stopped. He
was still crawling, but his legs couldn't get any traction. His diaper
seemed to be caught on something. He looked over his back to see what it
had hung up on and saw an arm behind him. He was caught!!!
Jeff realized that she was holding him by his diaper. He struggled
against her hand, hoping to wiggle free of the diaper and make good his
escape. It was hopeless, the diaper was too snug a fit to get out of by
mere wiggling. Maybe if he worked a little harder he could break the
tape, he thought. Jeff strained again and felt himself drawn back
through the gate. The diaper tapes were too strong for him and failed to
part. He had failed miserably.
He sat ignominiously at the side of the gate while the woman the hook
and waited for the fallout. He didn't have long to wait. When the woman
was finished she turned to him and said, "Naughty, naughty baby! Your
mommy was right! You're going to have to spend the rest of the day in a
playpen! Where did you think you were going? Do you think your mommy's
out there? Your mommy's at work Honey. She'll be here to pick you up
after she gets off work. Let's get you in a playpen before you cause any
more trouble."
She picked him up and deposited him unceremoniously in an empty playpen.
Jeff frowned at the net walls that imprisoned him as he considered what
she had said. "Where had he been going?", he thought, "There was no
place to run to. He had no money, and except for his diaper, he didn't
even have any clothes. It wasn't as if a diapered baby crawling down the
street wasn't going to be noticed. He couldn't even talk. How could he
take care of himself? If the police found him, they'd give him back to
his mother. If this was a prison, he could escape, go to another state,
change his name, blend in with the population and disappear. He couldn't
escape, he was imprisoned in a baby's body! Then the horrible thought
occurred to him; he needed his mother! He needed someone to change his
diaper, to feed him, dress him and take care of him. He began crying in
despair.
His cries attracted the attention of the women in the nursery and he
found himself being picked up and taken to a large rocking chair. The
woman bounced him on her knee and cooed sweetly in an attempt to solace
him. He continued to weep and whimper over his loss of autonomy in a
paroxysm of hopelessness. She pulled him closer to her and held him
tightly against her. Jeff lay his head against her broken spirited and
sobbed disconsolately. His muscles, once firm in resistance to his fate,
became pliant in defeat. He rested against his surrogate mommy and
coughed once from the tears, then sighed as if his very soul was
departing him. He would never fight them again.
The matron signaled to the other woman, who came over with his binkie.
Jeff's blue eyes beamed hugely up at his protector as she slipped the
pacifier into his mouth. He began sucking immediately, enjoying the
physical comfort the nipple brought him.
The matron dried his eyes and sat him on the floor in front of her. Then
she got up, crossed the room, returning with a multicolored toy in her
hand. She knelt on the floor beside him and showed him the toy; it was a
three columned stand of donut shaped rings of various colors and sizes.
She dumped the rings on the floor and demonstrated how they could be
stacked in ascending size on a column. Jeff picked up a ring
experimentally and put it over one of the long pegs. She smiled in
approval and handed him another ring. He smiled back at her in gratitude
and slipped it over the peg to rest on the first ring. He decided to
make a game of it and stacked rings until two of the pegs were full,
then began removing and putting them on the empty peg to swap stacks
without disturbing the order. Jeff had rediscovered a game that had
fascinated mathematicians for centuries. Mathematicians had known
intuitively that a solution must exist, but every attempt to find it had
seemed to stay tantalizingly out of reach. It wasn't until the
development of group theory that the solution could be proved to exist
and an estimate of the number of moves could be made. Depending on how
one started, the number of moves necessary was in the billions; in
Jeff's case, the attempt would take him the rest of his life and never
end in a solution.
The nursery matron stood up and went back to her chair, leaving her
small charge happily playing with the rings. She took up her knitting
again and resumed talking with the other matron. They decided they would
keep it for him just as he left it at the end of the day. They knew how
much it disturbed children to find their careful play with their
favorite toys upset.
Jeffie played happily with the rings until it was time for his dinner
and he was fed. Afterwards as he lay in his crib suck on his bottle with
his feet in the air, he wondered why he had fought it so long. "Of
course he was a baby, all anyone had to do was look at him to know
that!", Jeffie thought to himself. He giggled around the nipple as he
watch the pretty mobile move in circles above him. "Circles," he
thought, "...circles. That's what life is all about. You're born, you
spend a few years being fed, diapered and cared for, then you grow up
and have baby of your own to care for, then you grow old and have to be
fed, diapered and cared for again until you die and are reborn to start
anew. Circles," he chuckled, "I've been going in circles all my life and
never knew it. There's no beginning or end, just the cycle of being
loved and loving. I'm sorry for what I did. I should have loved the
people around me instead of trying to control them." He sighed
contentedly and as the nipple slipped out of his mouth and he fell
asleep, he thought, "I'm glad Audrey's my mommy, I love her so!"
Jeffie beamed when his mother came to pick him up. She marveled at how
happy he seemed. She was pleased that he had made the adjustment
babyhood so well and began talking baby talk to him. He chortled and
giggled in delight at her attentions. She decided that she wouldn't try
to talk to him any other way from now on. It didn't seem right to talk
to him like he still understood. Baby talk was comforting to infants,
she thought. His behavior indicated to Audrey that he had completely
regressed. She drove him home and explained to his sister that he had
finished regressing into a baby. She was to treat him like the little
baby he was or she would be punished. Jeffie was far to adorable to
blame for his earlier actions. He'd be her sweet little boy that rest of
his life.
Megan sneered as she closed the door behind Eileen as she left for
elementary school. She had seen Eileen's face when she whispered to
Jeffie about having Peter over. Unfortunately for Eileen, there was
nothing she could do about it. She'd be at school and never know if or
when she actually invited Peter over. She went up to Jeffie's room and
checked on him first. She quietly opened the door and saw he was still
sleeping. "Good," she thought, "...all I need is ten minutes to set it
up and I can have Peter over here in half an hour."
She went back down the stairs and took a piece of green colored chalk
out of her purse, then went into the back yard. Megan walked the wall of
the privacy fence adjoining the ally until she found the gate and then
opened it. She hastily scrawled a large "P" with the colored chalk on
the outside of the wooden gate and closed it without latching it before
returning to the house. "Now," she thought to herself as she re-entered
the house, "all I have to do is make sure that little twirp Eileen is in
school and I can call Peter. I'll have him come in the yard through the
back ally and nobody will be the wiser. She went to the sitting room and
lit a cigarette before calling Mrs. Hobbs at the elementary school. It
hadn't been that many years since Megan had gone to school their herself
and she knew Mrs. Hobbs would remember her. When she talked to Mrs.
Hobbs she asked her if she could leave a message for Eileen. Megan told
her that she wanted to remind her that Eileen's mother would be taking
her baby brother to daycare this afternoon so there was no need to hurry
home from school on his account. If she had to stay late to study at the
library to give her a call and she would make arrangements to pick her
up at school. Mrs. Hobbs said "Yes, I'd be happy to tell her. Eileen's
bus has just arrived and I'll meet her as she comes in the door. Would
you like to hold while I give her the message?" Megan agreed and a few
minutes later Mrs. Hobbs came back on the line and told her the message
had been delivered.
Megan chuckled as she placed the phone call to Peter, this was going to
be a very entertaining morning! She invited Peter over keep her company
while she was babysitting Jeffie. Peter asked her where she was and she
gave him directions to the ally behind Jeff's house and told him to come
in the wooden gate marked with a green "P". She told him that she had a
special breakfast "treat" waiting for him. He said he'd be over
immediately and hung up. Megan went to her purse taking out a covered
ashtray and placing it on the coffee table.
Megan smiled as she snubbed out her cigarette and went upstairs to get
Jeffie ready for Peter's visit. She laughed to herself quietly as she
thought about how Jeffie would react to Peter and Peter's reaction to
Jeffie's predicament. She'd enjoy seeing Jeffie's face when she sat him
on Peter's lap. "I'll simply have to find some excuse to leave the two
of them alone together," she told herself, "After all these years, they
had so much to catch up on. Old school chums meeting after years of
separation should have time alone to sort things out; old
memories,....old relationships,....old debts! She was sure Peter and
Jeffie would find something to do together.
Jeffie was just waking up when she tiptoed into his nursery. She went
over to the crib and bent over him saying, "Good morning, Jeffie! Didums
sleep tight? Ohhhhh, Lookie here, baby Jeffie peed his dydee! Does
Jeffie want his dydee changed?"
The smell of ammonia wafted up from Jeffie's sour diaper. He looked up
at her pleadingly as she poked and prodded his diaper. "Of course I want
to be changed, you bitch!", he thought to himself, "Do you think I like
to wear wet diapers? Stop this shit and get me changed before I start
screaming my head off!"
She picked him up and took him to the changing table and began removing
his soggy diaper. When she pulled down the front of the diaper, she saw
that he had messed in it as well. Megan poked him in his bellybutton and
said, "Jeffie's such a good baby! He left Megan a present! Jeffie's so
thoughtful, always giving his girlfriends little gifts. Maybe I should
re-wrap my gift and invite my friends over to see what he's given me.
Would you like that? Would Jeffie like her friends to see what a big
poopy he made for Megan?"
Jeffie turned his head away in embarrassment as she removed the diapers
and cleaned his behind with a babywipe. Megan taunted, "Did you have a
bad dream darling? You seem to have shit in your pants! If you continue
to make messes like this, I'm going to make you wear diapers when we get
married, Jeff. I'm not going to wash underwear like this for the rest of
my life."
She opened the jar of baby cream on the changing table and scooped out a
dab on her fingertips, then lifted his legs in one hand and began to
work it into the soft skin of his bottom. "Oh, Jeff," she mocked,
"You're skin is soooo soft. Why it's as soft as a baby's bottom." Megan
ran her cream covered finger into the creases of his buttocks saying,
"And look, you've got cute little dimples on your tush, just like a
baby." She lowered his legs and scooped more cream out of the jar, then
began rubbing it into the folds of skin in front. When she reached his
scrotum, she held the tiny bag in her hand and massaged the cream into
the wrinkled skin with her thumb.
Megan took his penis into her hand, rubbing it with her thumb and
forefinger and began taunting him in mock surprise, "Why Jeff,
something's happened to your dick!!! It's turned into a little baby's
pee-pee! How are you going to make love to me with a tiny little thing
like that? You know I need to be stroked at least once a week! I don't
think I'd be able to feel something that tiny inside me. I guess I'll
have to get another boyfriend who has the equipment to do the job right.
You're just not man enough for me anymore!"
She sprinkled his front with baby powder and lifted his legs again to
smooth it over his bottom. Then she slipped a cloth diaper beneath him
and pinned it tightly around his waist saying, "There we go Jeff. All
snug and tight in a nice clean dydee. Let's get some baby pants on you
so you don't leak all over everything." Saying so, she took his foot in
her hand and put it through the hole of the panty, then did the same
with the other foot. She lowered his foot and tugged the panties up his
legs and worked them over the diaper before tucking them into the top of
his diaper. She looked down at him and smiled at her handiwork and said,
"All done, Jeffie. You look good enough to receive company. It's too bad
our friends aren't coming over. I'd sure like to see their faces when
they see how sweet you look in diapers."
"How sweet who looks, Megan?", said a deep baritone voice behind Megan.
Megan turned in surprise and said, "Peter! You should have waited
outside! Just a minute, I'll be right with you." She picked up Jeffie
under his armpits and hoisted him off the table to carry him back to his
crib. She swung Jeffie's legs over the crib rails and lowered him to sit
on the mattress before turning to meet her current boyfriend. Megan
opened her arms and met Peter with a passionate kiss and embrace. "Mmmm,
I've missed you Peter," she said luxuriously. "Can you stay? We've got
all morning. His mother comes home for lunch at noon to take him to the
daycare center. We can do what we want until then," she said coyly.
"And just what is it you'd like to do?", Peter asked with false
innocence.
"Oh, we'll think of something," Megan said with a smile, "let's go down
to
the sitting room and talk about it. There's a nice BIG couch in there!"
She turned and took Jeffie out of his crib again, settling him on her
hip.
"You're not going to bring him down too, are you?" Peter objected.
Megan nodded and said, "He's what we'll talk about. You'll see, It'll be
fun!"
When they arrived in the sitting room, Megan put Jeffie in the playpen
that had been permanently set up for him. Megan motioned to the couch
and they sat down together. Megan grabbed Peter's face with both hands,
planted a wanton kiss on his lips and began exploring Peter's mouth with
her tongue. Peter gently pushed her away saying, "Honey, no! Not in
front of the baby!"
Megan laughed and said, "Silly! He can't talk! Don't worry about him.
Come on Peter, let's get it on!"
Peter shook his head and said, "It's not right, Megan. It's not that I
mind an audience, you know that. It would be one thing if this was a
party with our friends, but I can't do it in front of an innocent! Who
knows what psychological damage it might cause him later."
"Him?? Damage?", Megan laughed, "that little guy knows more about sex
than you'll ever find out. He can't be corrupted!!!"
Peter blushed and said, "I know I'm not as experienced as you, but
there's no need to be insulting! I'm just worried about the little guy,
whoever he is!"
"Would you like to know just who it is you're protecting from the
'evils' of sex? It's Jeff!! You remember Jeff, don't you? Jeff, the guy
you hate! Jeff, my last boyfriend, that's who!", she said with tears of
laughter rolling down her face.
Peter looked at her seriously and said, "Honey, did you do anything
before I came over? Some angel dust perhaps? Maybe a little acid or
speed? Look at him Honey, he can't be Jeff!! He's only a little baby!
Jeff is a full grown man!"
Megan attempted to sober her face and said amid giggles, "Peter, we have
to talk. That really is Jeff and I can prove it. Do you remember that
knife fight he got in about five years ago in school? The one everyone
talked about? Do you remember how he got cut up and scarred? Do you
remember what it looked like?"
Peter frowned and said, "I never saw it, but I heard about it. He ended
up with a scar didn't he? In the shape of a letter, right? I remember
now, it was in the shape of a 'J'. The same as the first letter of our
High School, Jefferson High. Everyone joked and said Jeff had finally
gotten his school letter. It was on his back, wasn't it? Over one of his
kidneys?"
Megan got up from the couch and went over to the playpen. She bent over
the side and lifted Jeffie up and turned around so Peter could see,
saying, "Come over her and look at his back and tell me what you see,
Peter."
Peter complied and was shocked to see a thin scar on the babies back
matching the description. Peter said, "Well, it looks like what I heard
it looked like, but it's just a coincidence. It can't be him, this is a
baby!"
Megan gave him a disgusted look and said, "Peter, you know that Jeff was
my next door neighbor, right? Look out the side window, whose house is
that? Mine, right? Peter, I'm not joking and I'm not tripping. This IS
Jeff.!"
Peter looked confused and said, "But what happened to him? What could
turn a grown man into a baby?"
Megan put Jeffie back in the playpen and said, "Sit down and let's talk
about it. After I explain you'll understand what's happened to him. Then
we can get back to what we were doing."
They sat down again on the couch and Megan quickly described the events
of the past weeks. Peter's eyes got wide as she told him how Melissa had
reduced Jeffie to a baby again. Megan finished by saying, "....and
that's the whole story. I'm not positive, but I think Jeffie still
remembers who he is and what's happened to him. If you see me acting
mean and being nasty to him, that's why. I think he was planning to get
me zonked on drugs and put me in one of his porno movies. Once he had
pictures of me working in one of his flicks, he could force me to be one
of his regular "actresses" in his movies. Anyway, it's time for Jeffie's
bottle. Do you have any dope on you? I've got some in my room if you
didn't bring any, but it takes too long to go over to my house to get
it. I have to hide it from my mother. Oh good! Why don't you roll a
couple of joints while I get his bottle ready? I'll open the window so
the smell of the smoke won't be so strong."
She opened the window and went to the kitchen leaving Peter rolling
joints on the coffee table. When she returned he had already lit one up
and was toking on the joint. She took Jeffie out of the playpen, carried
him to the couch and sat down. She smiled at Peter and said, "I see
you've started without me. Here, why don't you give me the joint and
I'll give you Jeffie. You can give Jeffie his bottle while I catch up to
you."
Peter complied and soon Jeffie found himself looking up into the face of
his old enemy. Peter shoved the nipple into his mouth and Jeffie began
sucking on his bottle with a wide-eyed expression of fear on his face.
Peter looked down at his childhood tormentor and said, "Drink up Jeffie
or Peter will spank!! It's a good thing you came back to live in your
old home town, I don't think citylife's agreed with you. You're not half
the man you used to be!!"
Megan chuckled at the thought and started to cough as she swallowed some
of the smoke. "Here," she said, straining to keep from coughing, "You
take it. You shouldn't do that while I'm taking a toke. I damn near wet
myself when you said that."
She passed him the joint and watched Jeffie nurse his bottle saying,
"Look at him go! I think you scared him, Peter! I guess he wonders what
you'll do to him for beating you up when you were kids. If you want to
spank him, go ahead, I don't mind. As far as I'm concerned, you can do
anything you like to him as long as you don't leave any marks for his
mother to find. Personally, I like to see him stretched over your lap
with his bare hinney in the air while you give him some licks!" Megan
looked down at Jeffie's diaper and saw a yellow spot spreading across
the front under the plastic panty and said, "Oh look, the poor things
wet his dydee! You don't suppose I scared him with all the talk about
you spanking him, do you? Well, he'll just have to wait until we're
finished in here for me to change him. Hand me that joint Peter, before
it's all gone. Here, here's some coke from my stash. Why don't you fix
us a couple of lines while I finish the joint? Here's a couple of
playing cards I found in a kitchen drawer you can use.
I'll put Jeffie back in his playpen."
Peter handed Jeffie to Megan before taking the proffered cards and coke.
He dutifully prepared the coke while Megan puffed on the joint and
watched Jeffie in his playpen. They snorted the coke and laughed over
what had happened to Jeffie. Peter reached over with his hand and began
stroking Megan between her legs. She seized his face with her hands and
pulled him close to her before kissing him. Within minutes the two of
them were making love on Audrey's sitting room couch.
Jeffie wept as he watched Peter slowly disrobing Megan before him. He
continued to suck on the bottle's nipple as Megan reached down with her
hand and slipped her panties down her butt. Peter pushed her hand away
and pulled the panties down her legs and took them off. He threw them
carelessly across the room, heedless of where he had thrown them. Jeffie
grimaced around the nipple as the panties hit him in the face. This was
humiliating, sitting here being forced to watch as his worst enemy
prepared to fuck his girlfriend in front of him. Worse, it was making
him horny! He stared as Peter covered her magnificent breasts with
kisses before settling down to lick and suck at her nipples. He wished
he could be on the couch instead of Peter, he'd show him how to get
Megan really horny! Jeffie slipped his hand down into his wet diaper and
began manipulating himself.
Megan slid down and lay full length on the couch under Peter, who slowly
mounted her and began to gently and lovingly stroke her. Megan moaned in
sensuous rapture as he picked up the pace and thrust repeatedly into her
waiting vagina. She scratched his back with her long nails and groaned
in pleasure as she approached orgasm. Suddenly she screamed, arching her
back as Peter exploded within her. She fell back to the cushion in
satisfied exhaustion as Peter wilted and lay his head against her
breasts. She looked down at Peter and patted the top of his head,
smiling her approval with his performance. Megan glanced over at Jeffie
and chuckled when she saw him industriously jerking himself off with his
eyes closed and his soggy diaper at half-mast. She whispered to Peter
who lifted his head to look at Jeffie and laughed in derision. Jeffie
heard their laughter and opened his eyes to see what they were laughing
at. Embarrassment turned his face multiple shades of red when he
realized that he was the object of their mirth. His tiny erection
vanished and he began crying in a frenzy of unfulfilled lust.
"Uh oh," Megan said sarcastically, "...it looks like Jeffie is thinking
naughty thoughts! I'm going to have to do something about that right
now!"
She got up from the couch and brought him back over to Peter without
stopping to pull up his diaper. Megan pushed his soggy diapers off to
lie on the floor and laid him over her knees on his stomach, saying,
"Soooo, Jeffie is thinking about how he'd like to fuck Megan, isn't he?
That's very naughty of you! You're a baby now and babies don't think
about those things! Megan's going to give you a spanking!"
She began slapping his bare behind with the flat of her hand and
continued until he was red faced and crying. Then Megan picked him up
under his armpits and stood him up on her lap facing Peter, saying,
"Little Jeffie's insulted your girlfriend, Peter! Don't you want to do
something about it? He's been nasty and vulgar! I think you should spank
him to teach him just whose girlfriend I am. Here! Take him!"
Peter reluctantly took Jeffie and held him face down over his lap. Megan
said, "Go on, Peter. What's wrong? Are you still afraid of him? I can't
imagine a big man like you being afraid of a little baby. Don't you
remember how he used to beat you up and take your lunch money in
gradeschool? Do it, Peter! Spank him NOW!"
Peter jerked under Megan's command and began to paddle Jeffie's crimson
bottom. Megan smiled in pleasure as the sitting room filled with
Jeffie's wails of torment. After a while, his wails died down to
exhausted whimpers of pain and Peter said, "I think he's had enough,
Megan. If I spank him anymore, I'll bruise him. Let's put him back in
the playpen and I'll roll us another joint."
Megan nodded her approval and Peter stooped over to pick up Jeffie's
diaper. "Leave that alone, Peter!", Megan said severely, "I want to be
able to see him in his playpen,...all of him!"
Peter carried him to the playpen and stood him inside. Megan said,
"Jeffie, I want to see you sucking your thumb. Do you want another
spanking? Do it!!!"
Jeffie complied and stood nakedly at the side of his playpen with his
thumb in his mouth, with tears still running down his cheeks. Peter
rolled and lit the joint, passing it to Megan saying, "He's such a cute
little tyke, Megan. I know you're still angry with what Jeffie did as a
man, but he's a baby now. Why don't you let him be a baby and forget
about what he did in the past. I'm sure he's sorry for what he's done.
From what you tell me, he won't even be able to grow up! Isn't being a
baby for the rest of his life punishment enough?"
Megan looked at Peter menacingly and said, "Mind your own Goddamned
business, Peter! I have a score to settle with him and I'll settle it
whether he's a baby or not!"
She took a bit hit from the joint and said, "Besides, I like seeing him
suffer! Don't you think he'd have enjoyed seeing me suffer in one of his
porno flicks? He's only getting what he deserves. Don't worry, I won't
hurt him too badly. His mother might not let me be his babysitter
anymore if I did that and I want to be his babysitter for a long, long
time!"
Peter shivered at the thought of being abandoned to Megan's whims, she
was not someone he'd want to have angry with him. He felt sorry for
Jeffie, no matter what he'd done in the past, it wasn't enough to
warrant the years of torture Megan intended to inflict upon him now. He
hoped that the dope would mellow her out some, he didn't relish the
thought of having to watch Megan tormenting Jeffie all morning.
After they smoked a couple more joints, Megan agreed to let Peter take
Jeffie up to his crib for his morning nap. Peter took him up to his crib
taking the sodden diaper with him. He threw the diaper in the dirty
diaper pail and inexpertly diapered Jeffie while saying, "I'll bet you
wish you had never met Megan, don't you? I think she's pissed off
because you had all those girlfriends in the city. I wouldn't want to be
in your shoes," He smiled at Jeffie's nearly naked body and amended,
"...or in your case, in your diapers!"
Peter handed Jeffie a fluffy teddy bear, put a pacifier in Jeffie's
mouth and said, "There you go, Jeffie! Here's a nice soft friend to keep
you company in your crib."
He laid Jeffie on his side and draped a flannel receiving blanket over
his tiny body. "Try and take a nap before your mother gets home, Jeffie,
and I'll keep Megan occupied in the sitting room."
Peter came into the sitting room to find Megan sprawled out on the couch
with her legs open to receive him. He hoisted up his courage and then
began making love to his wild and vindictive girlfriend. An hour of
this, he thought and she should be in a good enough mood to ask her to
go out on a date. They made love on the couch until Megan begged him to
stop. They got dressed and smoked cigarettes while Megan decided where
they should go on their date.
When Jeffie's mother Audrey came home she found Peter and Megan sitting
on the couch. Megan had a newspaper spread out over her knees and was
making notes of the movie times in the margin of the paper's
entertainment section. Audrey smiled as she saw Megan sucking on the end
of the pencil absentmindedly. Even as a child, she always had a strong
oral fixation, Audrey remembered. Her mother Alice had a terrible time
weaning her and an even worse time making her stop sucking her thumb.
Audrey asked how Jeffie was doing they said he'd been as good as gold
all morning. Audrey was a bit surprised to see Peter there, but he
explained he had come over to pick up Megan for a date after the
babysitting job. She paid Megan and they left in a rush.
Audrey went up to the nursery to check on Jeffie and found him sleeping
sweetly in his crib. She shouldn't have worried about Jeffie, Megan was
a great babysitter! Maybe she could have Megan come over and teach
Jeffie's sister Eileen how to babysit. She was sure she'd listen to
Megan's advice more closely than she'd listen to her mother's
suggestions. She talk to Eileen about it when she came home from school.
Right now she needed to make some lunch for herself and then get Jeffie
ready for his first day in the daycare center. She busied herself and
was soon out the door with the still sleeping Jeffie in her arms. Audrey
smiled as she saw his innocent face reflected in the rear view mirror,
he looked exhausted! He must have had a busy morning playing for him to
be so tired, he looked positively beat!
Megan came home from her date a little glassy-eyed from the effects of
marijuana. She hoped she wouldn't have to talk to her mother before she
went to bed. She had put eyedrops in both eyes before they drove home to
reduce the redness and the combination of incense and the osium air
freshener should have had gotten rid of the smell on her clothes, but
she wasn't tracking too well. "God, that shit was great!", she told
herself. "I'll have to talk Peter into getting me a lid."
She was starting up the stairs as she heard her mother call from the
kitchen, "Megan, Honey? Is that you? Could you come into the kitchen a
minute? I need to talk to you."
She pushed open the swing door to the kitchen and began to say, "Mother,
can't it wait until morning? I'm very tired and would like
too....What??!!!"
She saw that Audrey and Melissa were converging on her from either side
of the kitchen door. They grabbed her arms and held them tight as
Megan's mother approached. Melissa unbuttoned Megan's sleeve a began
rolling it up her arm. Megan's expression changed from surprise to anger
as she said, "What are you doing? Get your hands off me!"
Megan's mother came over to help Melissa and held onto Megan's lower arm
while Melissa worked. When Melissa finished rolling the sleeve up over
her biceps, she reached behind her, took a capped syringe from her hip
pocket and removed the cover with her teeth. When Megan saw the syringe
she panicked, "No, No don't! Not me! You can't do it to me too!!!"
Melissa punched the needle into Megan's muscle and injected the solution
quickly before withdrawing the needle and tossing the syringe into the
kitchen trashcan. Megan glassy eyes turned to stone as the drug took
hold and she slowly collapsed to the floor. Megan's mother looked down
at her wayward daughter and shook her head sorrowfully.
Melissa, Audrey and Megan's mother hauled her limp form up to the
bedroom, and held her under her arms while Melissa stripped the bed and
spread a rubber backed sheet over the bed. Then they dumped her face
down on the bed and proceeded to strip her rapidly. Megan moaned in a
drug induced haze as they rolled her on her side and overlapped several
cloth adult diapers on the sheet at crotch height and rolled her back on
her stomach. "When she wakes up, she's going to be hard to handle. I
think we should tie here arms and legs to the legs of the bed until the
formula begins to take effect," said Melissa turning to Megan's mother,
"Can you find something for us to use to tie her down? I'll start
getting things ready in here."
Megan's mother went to the linen closet as Melissa began preparing the
enema. A few minutes later she returned with an armful of towels and
began tying Megan to the bed. When she finished, Melissa drew up a bulb
full of solution and approached Megan's exposed rear. "Can the two of
you help me by spreading her cheeks for me?", she asked.
Audrey and Megan's mother stood at either side of the bed and pulled the
young woman's cheeks apart. Melissa emptied the syringe rapidly and
refilled it, then emptied it again. She repeated the process until the
solution was gone and said, "Keep holding her cheeks open, I have to
keep her from expelling the solution until it's had time to be
absorbed."
She reached into her pocket and taking out the tampon within, she
inserted it into the helpless girl's rectum. "Okay, untie her legs for
the moment. I want to get her diapered before the drug wears off."
The two women quickly freed Megan's legs and lifted her them so Melissa
could slip a diaper beneath her. Then they let her legs down and helped
Melissa pin the sides of the diaper together. Melissa led the tampon
string up to the rear of the diaper and pined it to the top. She went to
her handbag and withdrew a large set of plastic-coated adult panties
saying, "Let's get her into some plastic panties. Remember what happened
with Jeffie when the formula hit him? If we hadn't had him in panties
his diapers would have leaked all over the bed."
They held Megan's legs together and worked the plastic pants down over
her knees then up her legs. When it reached her crotch they lifted her
legs to shoulder height so Melissa could pull them over her diaper.
"Good, Good, let her down now and retie her. I've given her a quadruple
dose, she should be ready for the full dose of accelerator tomorrow.
Alice, Why don't we get rid of her old underwear right now? She won't be
needing them from now on. In six hours she'll be as incontinent as a two
year old and by tomorrow she won't even be able to tell if she's peeing
or not. I'll come by tonight to give her a sedative and a small dose of
accelerator to get her started."
They emptied Megan's dresser and closet of adult clothes and took them
to the basement. Megan's mother would call Goodwill in the morning and
have then picked up along with some other donations. Then they took the
packages from the trunk of Alice's car and carried them up to Megan's
room.
Megan awoke in agony, what was happening to her? She tried to move her
arms and discovered she was tied to the bed. Her gut rumbled and the
pain of a contraction shot through her abdomen. She screamed in
discomfort and anger. Who had done this to her? Sweat dripped from her
pale skin as she lay on the bed. She screamed again. Her mother ran into
the room and said, "Honey, you'll have to be quiet. I know it hurts, but
it's only for a little while. I promise. Melissa will be up here with
your medication in a few minutes. By the end of the week you'll be
mommy's little baby again. Won't that be nice? Look! Audrey's here with
her baby. You wouldn't want him to see mommy spank you, would you?"
Audrey walked up to the bed and stood over Megan with Jeffie in her
arms.
He gurgled and chuckled at the sight of his former girlfriend in such a
predicament. Audrey sat him down at the head of the bed facing Megan
with his legs splayed out. The crotch of his diaper was practically in
Megan's face. He pointed and laughed then pointed again at her. Megan's
mother came over a stroked the girl's hair affectionately saying, "Isn't
he a living doll Megan? Melissa says you'll be the same age as him in
three days. I've already started shopping for clothes for you."
She smiled thinking how adorable Megan had been as a baby. "Just three
days and I have my little girl again," her mother said dreamily.
Megan watched as the front of his diaper turned yellow before her eyes
and she realized that she too would soon be peeing and pooping in her
pants like her ex-boyfriend. Jeffie laughed uproariously at her
expression of disgust. Megan yelped as Melissa's needle bit into the
muscle of her rear. He eyes began to glaze over as the drug took effect
and Melissa said, "I think we can remove the tampon now."
Megan felt a tug at her behind and her bowels exploded. She couldn't
control herself!! She wept in shame as she emptied herself while lying
on her bed. A minute later she discovered to her horror that she was
peeing too! Jeffie clapped his tiny hands in delight as the stench of
her feces filled the room. Audrey picked Jeffie up and said, "I think we
should leave Megan to her own thoughts for awhile, it's time for
Jeffie's nap. I'll come back after I get Jeffie tucked in his crib.
Eileen can babysit her brother for me while I help you get Megan
changed."
Alice bent over her daughter, kissed her on the cheek and stroked her
hair lovingly. Then the four of them left Megan's room.
Megan shuddered as wave after wave of contractions racked her body and
she continued to fill her diaper. This was horrible!! The pain of the
accelerated metamorphosis was bad, but the thought of spending the rest
of her life as a helpless baby was worse. She mewled miserably as she
thought of how she'd treated Jeffie when he messed in his diaper.
Now she'd be the one crawling on the floor in poopy diapers waiting for
someone to notice and clean her dirty bottom. Eileen would have a field
day taking care of the two of them. Megan realized that she'd be the
object of Eileen's taunts and catty remarks instead of Jeff. She wanted
to die. After a while, the contraction slowed, then stopped. Megan fell
into an exhausted sleep as she lay in the warm, messy diaper.
Megan woke to find her feet had been freed and Audrey and her mother
untying her hands. She lay passively as they rolled her on her back and
pulled down the plastic pants to get at her diaper. Alice smiled down at
Megan as she saw her open her eyes and said, "Honey, mama wants you to
lie quietly while we get your dydee changed. We wouldn't want you to get
your bed all poopy would we? Be patient and mama will have you cleaned
up in a minute."
Megan watched in horror as she saw what she had done in the diaper. She
had never shit so much in her life. It was as if every rotten thing she
had ever done had been purged from her system and now lay in her diaper.
They cleaned her up quickly and rediapered her before helping her sit up
on the edge of the bed. She gazed stupidly at her mother as she offered
her hand to help her stand up. "Megan, " she said, "Megan take my hand.
Try to stand up, Darling. That's a good girl. Let's go down to the
kitchen so you and I can talk."
Megan stood up obediently and was helped down the stairs by the two
women.
She stumbled a bit as they reached the landing on the first floor and
almost fell. The thick diapers were making it very difficult for her to
walk. She had to waddle to move her legs around the bunched fabric
between her legs and her muscular control had diminished noticeably.
They sat her down at the kitchen table and took seats across from her
like officers at a field court marshal. Alice started to speak but was
silenced by a wave of Audrey's hand. "Megan," Audrey said, "Your mother
found your stash. It was foolish to think you could hide it from her.
Once she found out you were using drugs we tore the house apart looking
for it. It didn't take us too long to find it, Megan. You're a terrible
criminal. Your mother has something to say to you, but I have something
for you to listen to first."
She got up and went to the kitchen counter where a cassette tape
recorder lay on the sideboard. She brought back the tape player and
turned it on. Megan heard her voice coming from the speaker as Audrey
adjusted the volume, but could not make out what she was saying.
Suddenly her voice could be clearly understood to say, "Do you have any
dope on you? I've got some in my room.....".
Megan was shocked to listen to the events of yesterday detailed on the
tape. The sitting room had been wired! She realized to her horror that
everything they had done was on the tape. Only the spaces in their
conversation had been deleted. The tape recorder was sound activated!
She looked closer and saw there was a one hundred twenty minute tape in
the cassette. That thing must have been on all morning! She groaned as
she heard every insult and taunt she had heaped on Audrey's son played
back for her. When the tape started playing the sounds of her and
Peter's lovemaking with Peter on the couch, she cringed. The grunts and
happy moans of adult play were clearly audible. Audrey stopped and fast
forwarded the tape to play another part several times, Megan had been
right, they HAD taped everything! When the tape had finished, Audrey
said, "Eileen overheard what you told Jeffie about having Peter over.
She was the one who put the tape recorder under the couch. Your mother
and I have already listened to the tape and have decided what to do. I'm
going to let her tell you our plans for you."
Alice looked at her daughter sadly and said, "Honey, I didn't raise you
to be a drug-using slut! From what I heard on the tape I think it's too
late for talking. Your cruelty to Jeffie was unforgivable. I think the
only thing I can do with you at this point is to start over. I've talked
to Audrey and Melissa and they agreed that I should let them regress you
back into babyhood. We've called Peter's parents and given them a copy
of the tape. Melissa's over at his house now giving him the same
treatment she gave you. Melissa tells me that you'll be Jeffie's age in
three days. I don't advise you to fight it, it's too late to do anything
about it. Melissa told me that the drug will destroy your toilet
training. In about two hours, you'll have the same bladder and bowel
control that you had when you were a toddler, and by tomorrow you'll
have no control at all. Your adult life is over, Honey. You're going to
be mommy's sweet little baby girl again. I'm going to keep you in
diapers for the next ten years. At the end of that time, you'll be
unable to even think about rebelling against authority.
Megan cast a look of intense hatred at her mother and said, "You fucking
whore!!! You bitch!! I'll never be your sweet little girl again!"
Alice got up and slapped her daughter across the face with a loud crack
and said, "Little girl, your going to be sorry you said that!!! I won't
put up with a daughter of mine talking to me like that!! Do you remember
how I used to punish you for naughty language when you were five?"
Audrey had stood in rage at Megan's tirade and grabbed one of her arms
while reaching into her back pocket. Alice grabbed her daughter's other
arm and forced it behind the stainless steel framed chair Megan was
sitting in. Audrey produced two sets of handcuffs from her pocket and
expertly cuffed one hand, then the other behind Megan to the chair's
back support. Alice went to the sink and ran the water while Audrey
stood at Megan's side and with a hand on her shoulder to prevent her
from rocking the chair. Alice returned and seized Megan's jaw in her
hand, shouting, "Open your mouth, Megan!!"
Megan shook her head 'no'. Audrey gathered a handful of hair, pulling
Megan's head back and pinching Megan's nostrils closed with the other
hand. Megan resisted for several minutes before the need to breathe
forced her to open her mouth. Alice pushed the wet bar of soap past
Megan's teeth deep into her mouth, working it from side to side and back
and forth, saying, "This will teach you not to curse at me, little
girl!!"
Megan sputtered as small shavings of soap were scraped off the bar by
her teeth and began foaming in her mouth. She swallowed convulsively and
tried to retch as the soap solution slid down her throat. "This is
horrible!! I don't remember her doing anything like this to me when I
was five! She's never done anything like this to me before!", she
thought as her mother continued to work the bar in her mouth.
Then Megan's mind flashed back to a memory she had suppressed since
early childhood. She remembered now, her mother had done this to her
before! She remembered saying something naughty to her mother and she
had washed her mouth out with soap, just like she was doing now. Megan
remembered that she had gagged and retched in nauseating terror for what
had seemed like hours. She gagged hysterically as the panic of her
childhood returned to her. Her mother couldn't do this to her, she just
couldn't!!! Megan pulled at the handcuffs restraining her, trying to
free herself from the chair so she could run away and hide. She barely
felt it when her bladder evacuated itself and she began peeing in her
diaper. The warmth of her urine signaled her tortured mind and she began
struggling with the strength of a madwoman. The stainless steel bars
squeaked under the strain, but held her securely in the chair as her
mother continued her punishment. Megan kicked out with her feet at her
mother. Alice promptly sat on her daughter's lap. Megan went wild! She
jerked to and fro in a frenzy while her mother scrubbed her incisors and
molars with the soap. Megan's bowel loosed itself and she shat in her
diaper incontinently while trying to scream her rage at her mother.
Suddenly the fight went out of Megan and she went limp. Her head rolled
from side to side in their hands freely as the lather foamed out of her
mouth and dripped down onto her bare breasts. Alice saw the light go out
of Megan's eyes and stopped. She got up from her wayward daughter's lap
and dusted herself off saying, "I hope that made an impression on you,
little girl! That's the last time I expect to hear language like that
coming out of your mouth! Ever! Do you understand me? The next time I'll
give you a spanking too! You won't be able to sit down for a week! Do
you understand?"
Megan nodded in abject surrender.
Her mother continued, "Just look at the mess you've made of your life!
Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Don't you want to be momma's good little
girl again?"
Megan made feeble movements of agreement.
"Good. Let's get you cleaned up!", her mother said while going to the
kitchen sink. She moistened a sponge and began to wipe her daughter's
chest and face while Megan wept bitter tears of shame and defeat. Then
she wiped out the inside of her mouth and got Megan a glass of water and
a bowl. She told Megan, "Just rinse out your mouth, Honey. Don't try to
swallow. That's a good girl! Now spit it into the bowl. There you go.
That's momma's good girl! Here, take some more water. That's good. Rinse
again. Now spit. There you go! Do you see how much better it is if you
obey your mother instead of fighting her?"
Megan nodded again and went limp in the chair.
Audrey sniffed and said, "I think we're going to have to do some more
cleaning. It seems your little girl went ca-ca in her dydee!"
Her mother looked at Megan in mock surprise and said, "Megan! Did you go
poopy in your dydee? Do you need your dydee changed?"
Megan nodded at her mother in shame and embarrassment.
Alice smiled a said, "Let's get you up to your room and get that taken
care of right now. Okay? First though, momma's going to