Carol nodded and presently the two diapered babies were contentedly nursing formula and watching the three girls as they talked about school. Something Carol said about school cause Darryl's mind to reel. Darryl's psyche was suddenly filled with images of people. Darryl's consciousness seemed to telescope in and out of focus. His memory returned and he recognized Carol as his daughter. He took the nipple out of his mouth and stared intently at her face as he tried to remember what had happened to him. "Darrie, Carol said, "don't you like your formula? Is Darrie's tummy all full? Does Darrie need to be burped?"

"Darrie? Darrie?.......My name is Darryl!", he thought furiously. Then the memories of the past months filled him. He had regressed until he had the mind of an infant. Somehow he had regained his faculties! He had an adult mind again! He tried to tell Carol the good news but all that came out was a baby's babble. She smiled condescendingly at his infantile attempts at communication. Suzie suggested that they see what was on tv. She bent down, picked up Carrie and put her on her hip while Carol did the same to Darryl. Carol carried him into Suzie's sister's room and put him in the playpen with Carrie, they returned and sat down in the family room to watch the Sunday afternoon movie.

Darryl sat disgustedly in the pen and wondered how he could tell Carol he could think again. He saw the alphabet blocks in the pen and spelled out a message. "I AM OK." Darryl tried calling Carol's name, but all he could manage was an incoherent childish shout. She got up to see what was the matter and he motioned to the blocks. She looked at him, smiled tolerantly and started to leave to go watch. the movie. He became angry and started screaming at the top of his lungs. He waved his arms and pointed to the blocks. Carol looked down, read the message, and said, "That's only an accident, you can't spell, you're only a baby!"

Darryl rummaged through the other blocks and found an "E", then turned the "M" upside-down and spelled "I AWOKE". Carol stood staring at the blocks in shock as he rapidly spelled "I MAN". He waited a short time then spelled "NOW".

A curious expression of disbelief mixed with dismay crossed her face, the vanished as a look of understanding came into her eyes. She reached down and picked him up and carried him to the couch. "You can think again, can't you?", she demanded furiously.

He nodded his agreement. "You are not a man! You're a baby! Do you understand?", she raged at him. She shook him and said, "You're never going to spell again! Do you understand me? You're a baby and you're going to stay a baby! You're My Baby Brother!"

He shook his head no without thinking. "What do you mean, No?!!! You're mine now, my baby brother, ..and you're going to stay that way!"

She turned him over her knee and began spanking him. He cried in helpless frustration as she spanked him until he could feel his pulse throb painfully in his bottom with every heartbeat. The pain grew until it was agonizing. He struggled in a futile attempt to escape. Finally she stopped and picked him up and held him with his face three inches from hers and asked, "Are you going to spell again?"

He shook his head "no" as tears of pain rolled down his face. Laura and Suzie rushed in the room at this point to see what was happening. "Are you going to be a good baby?", Carol demanded.

He nodded yes. "You're going to be Carol's sweet baby brother forever and ever, aren't you?"

He nodded yes and she cuddled him to her breast. "I know what baby needs to take his mind off spelling.", she said, unbuttoning her blouse. The others gaped as she reached in and pulled out her breast and guided it to his mouth. "Take it, baby. You need some tiddy. Take it or Carol will spank!"

He reluctantly put his mouth around her nipple and began to suck. Within a few minutes she was beaming happily down at him as he nosily suckled her tit. The spanking and nursing stimulated him sexually and his penis became fully erect as she forced him to nurse her other tit. Carol laid her hand down on the front of his diaper to comfort him and was surprised by the unexpected hardness beneath. She unfastened his diaper as he lay in her lap and she pulled the front of the diaper down between his legs to expose the evidence of his desire. She grasped his penis between her fingertips and began to rhythmically relieve him. He orgasmed quickly in the gawking presence of his daughter's friends. Carol re-buttoned her blouse demurely and looked her friends straight in the eyes. "Nothing happened here, right? Right?," she demanded.

They looked at her with a shocked expression on their faces and nodded dumbly. She cuddled his naked infant body in her arms while she explained to her friends that her father was not going to deny her a baby brother this time. She put his pacifier in his mouth and said, "Darrie's going to be Carol's baby brother the rest of he life, isn't he? If Darrie tries to tell Mommy that he can think again, Carol will tell her that he tries to suck on Carol's tiddies. Mommy won't like that, will she? Mommy might put Darrie in a hospital for the rest of his life. Darrie wouldn't like that! There wouldn't be anyone to talk to Darrie or play with him. They'd leave him in a crib alone for hours and hours. They probably wouldn't change his diapers when they got wet or dirty. He'd sit in his crib in dirty dydees until they got around to changing him. Poor Darrie, he'd still be in a baby's body, only then there wouldn't be anyone to take care of him. All alone in a hospital! Does Darrie want that to happen? Is Darrie going to try to tell Mommy that he can think?"

He shook his head no, causing a tear of submission to roll off his cheek and down into his ear. "Good," she said, "then everything will be okay. You'll see. Mommy and Carol will take good care of Darrie. You'll get used to being a baby, I promise." Tears coursed down his face as he nodded agreement.

The horror of an infantile existence became apparent to Darryl over the next few weeks. It wasn't just the bland, textureless food or the tepid formula or even the embarrassment of needing to wear diapers, but his inability to do the smallest thing for himself rankled him. He was dependent on Carol and Brydie for everything; his body was still a baby's even though he had regained his adult mental functions. His utter helplessness irritated him. Worse, the way the two of them treated him made him want to scream in frustration. That Brydie still loved him was obvious; she petted him, cuddled him and told him that she loved him a dozen times a day. Even Carol had settled down into a permanent baby-sitting routine. It was the condescending way they treated him that was so annoying.

He slowly realized that his standing as a thinking being in the house was less than the family dog. The two of them acted like he was so much baggage to be packed up and toted around to their next stop. Brydie asked him if he wanted to go shopping or to the day-care center without ever considering he had an opinion that mattered. The baby-talk Brydie made to him wasn't really an attempt to communicate with him, she was only amusing herself by making noises to the cute, helpless creature he had become. She knew the diminished tissues of what had been her husband couldn't understand her. Brydie had accepted the fact that her husband was gone and had left her with the responsibility for a body and personality that would remain permanently puerile. Carol's behavior toward him was at best, barely endurable. She usually treated him with the exaggerated care that a little girl lavishes on a new baby doll. When she felt hateful, however, she found a multitude of petty, annoying ways to demonstrate his helplessness to him. Carol's baby-talk was a verbal sneer at what he had become. She turned her teenaged rebelliousness against authority into attacks on him. She paid him back for every slight, real or imagined, that he had given her while she was growing up. His second childhood was nothing like his first. His big sister was a real ***** and his life had become a living hell. The prospect of being sent to a nursing home for the rest of his life wasn't as odious as his current existence. At least he wouldn't have to deal with Carol if they sent him to a nursing home. Darryl decided that he had to prove to his wife Brydie that he had regained his adult mind. The only problem was, how to prove it to her? He couldn't write. He didn't have any blocks to spell with. He'd have to wait until an opportunity presented itself.

A month later, Brydie celebrated Darryl's birthday with a small party. Carol had gone out to a movie with her friends and left Darryl and Brydie alone. Brydie removed his diaper and let him toddle around the rug in his "birthday" suit and then fed him a cupcake decorated with a single icing candle to represent his new age. He chortled in delight at the prospect of eating something other than baby food and gobbled it up before she could change her mind. She left Darryl crawling on the rug while she went to the closet and returned with a gaily wrapped present. "Open it, Honey! It's your birthday present!"

He tore at the paper clumsily until he had exposed the contents. "What is this thing?," he thought. It was a blue plastic box with pictures of animals and the alphabet on the front. Brydie knelt on the rug beside him and said, "Ooooh....What a pretty blue toy! Look Darrie, there's a cow on the toy. Do you know what sound a sow makes?"

She pushed the large button with a picture of a cow and the toy emitted a "Moooooo".

Darryl smiled at her attempt to please him, he wasn't very impressed with the toy's capabilities. "See the rooster, Darrie? Make the rooster crow!" He slapped the rooster picture with his hand and the toy sounded "*****-a-doodle-doo!".

Brydie smiled down at him and said, "Let's push this button at the top and see what it does to the sound a cow makes!" She pushed the function slide over to "I am.." and then pushed the cow button. The machine promptly said, "I am a Cow!".

She took his hand and pushed the nearest button, the toy responded with "I am the letter ëA'".

Darryl looked at the function button closely, the next position over was labeled, "Name Sound". He slid the control over to "Name Sound" and hit the cow button. The toy replied "Cow!" He looked at the control again and noticed a position labeled "Spell". He pushed the slider over to the spell position and hit the buttons "C", "O" and "W" in rapid succession. The toy said, "C-O-W" very slowly and clearly.

Darryl smiled exuberantly, this was his way out! Brydie looked at him with an amazed expression on her face. She couldn't believe how fast he had learned to play with the toy. Darryl hit the buttons "B", "R", "Y", "D", "I", and "E" very slowly and deliberately. The gadget responded with a computerized "B-R-Y-D-I-E".

He looked up at her face intently to see her reaction to the spelling of her name. Brydie looked thunderstruck, the expression of amazement had morphed into one of frozen shock. He picked up the machine again and began to rapidly punch buttons. "B-R-Y-D-I-E", it said "...I...C-A-N...T-H-I-N-K...."

Brydie gasped in surprise and yelled, "Honey! You're okay! I thought I had lost you forever!"

She picked him up and hugged him to her bosom while covering the top of his head with kisses. "Oh my sweet Darryl! You've come back to me!"

He pointed down at the machine and motioned for her to pick it up and give it to him. Brydie bent over and picked up the toy, then sat down on the sofa with him on her lap. "Talk to me Darryl! What is it that you want to say to me?"

"..I...L-O-V-E...Y-O-U..," returned Darryl.

"Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

"....W-E...N-E-E-D...T-O...T-AL-K...A-B-O-U-T...C-A-R-O-L..." Darryl rapidly typed.

They spent the next hour with the machine, with Brydie asking questions and Darryl punching his answers out on the toy keyboard. When they; had finished Brydie re-diapered him and said, "I think I know what to do about Carol. You sit here on the sofa while I make a phone call."

She returned a few minutes later and said, "I've called Dr. Rollings, the psychiatrist who saw you while you were in the hospital. He's coming here to the house at six o'clock. I want you to act like a baby when Carol gets home. I'll take care of her!" She busied herself picking up the family room and then put him in the playpen. Darryl grinned as he waited for Carol to come home. "This was going to be entertaining, Carol was finally going to get her comeuppance!"

The doctor arrived promptly at six and was seated in the family room when Carol came home. Brydie introduced Carol to the doctor explaining that he was the psychiatrist who had seen her father in the hospital. Brydie opened with, "Carol, there's something I want you to tell Dr. Rollings about. I won't say who, but one of your friends called me about what happened at Suzie's house. She told me all about Darrie sucking your nipple and what you did to him. I've called Suzie and she told me the same story. We'd like to hear what happened in your own words."

Carol proceeded to tell them that Darrie had grabbed her tit and began sucking it. She carefully omitted the part where she had masturbated him in her lap. "Is that all?," her mother asked.

"Well no....,"she replied and told them how her had spelled out a message on the alphabet blocks before grabbing her tit. Dr. Rollings looked over at Darryl. Darryl was seated in his playpen, clad only in a diaper, with his thumb in his mouth and drool running down his chin.

"Carol," he said. "Are you telling us that he spelled out a message?"

Carol nodded "yes".

"Is there anything else you'd like to tell us?," asked her mother quietly.

Carol could see her plan had backfired, they didn't believe her. She shook her head "no" in resignation.

"Carol, haven't you forgotten to tell us something?," her mother inquired.

Carol shook her head "no" again.

"What about when you masturbated him? Tell us why you did that."

"He made me do it!," Carol shouted.

Dr. Rollings looked at Brydie and nodded, then bent down and picked up his bag. "Carol, Dr. Rollings is going to give you something to calm you down. I want you to cooperate with him. Do you understand me?"

Carol mumbled agreement and stared at the floor with an expression of utter defeat while the doctor gave her an injection in the muscle of her upper left arm. Dr. Rollings left the room to make a phone call, then returned and sat down again while he waited for the drug to take effect. When Carol's eyes had dilated slightly, he said, "Carol, Your mother and I have decided that you need treatment. We've talked about it and decided it would be best if you went into the hospital for a short time. I've called the hospital and they have a room ready for you tonight. They're sending a car over to pick you up right now. Your mother has already packed an overnight bag for you. As soon as it arrives, they'll take you to the hospital. I'll follow in my car. Do you understand?" Carol nodded dumbly.

A half hour later, Brydie watched at the front door as her daughter was taken to the hospital. Dr. Rollings had said that she wouldn't be able to have visitors until after he had made a complete evaluation of Carol's mental state and determined the course of treatment for her delusions. He said he thought shock treatments would probably be necessary and she could probably expect to have Carol home within ninety days. Brydie sighed as she closed the door. "At least I still have Darryl," she thought.

She went into the family room and took him out of the playpen. "Honey," she said, "we have to talk."

She took him to the nursery and sat down in the rocking chair with him on her lap. She stroked his hair gently and said, "Darryl honey, I realize that you can think again, but we still have a problem. You're stuck in a baby's body. Your body is too young and undeveloped for you to exercise any control over it. Even though you know about toilet-training, you don't have any control over your bowels or bladder. You'll have to keep wearing diapers. Since you're too small to wear anything but baby clothes, you'll have to wear them too! Besides, there're cut big enough to go over diapers and they have snap-crotches to make it easier for me to change your diapers. I don't think it's good idea to change the furniture in the nursery. I'll need to keep the furniture in the nursery just the way it is. It's more practical for me to take care of you with baby furniture because of your size and condition. The changing table, the crib, the dresser and even the high chair in the kitchen are absolutely necessary. I need the changing table to change your diapers. There'll have to be a baby-sized bed for you to sleep in and the crib is exactly the right size for you. Besides, you toss and turn in your sleep. I don't want you to roll over and fall out of bed while you're sleeping, your bones are so small and fragile that you might be seriously injured. You'll continue to sleep in your crib with the sides up to keep you from falling out of your crib. You're too small to sit in a regular kitchen chair at the table, so you'll eat your meals seated in your high chair. You're not coordinated enough to feed yourself, so I'll still have to spoon-feed you. You'll wear a feeding bib and be fed with a rubber-coated baby spoon. I can't even change your diet. You don't have any teeth, so you'll have to continue eating baby food. Since you can't drink from a cup, you'll take your formula in a baby bottle, just like before. When we go out of the house together, you'll still have to use baby things. If the police see you in the car in a regular car seat, they'll give me a ticket. It's illegal to have a baby in a car in a regular seat. So when you're in the car, you'll have to ride in a baby seat. When I take you shopping with me, you'll have to ride in a stroller. You can't walk and I can't carry you, your diaper bag and the shopping bags in my arms at the same time. If I take you out with me, I'll have to carry baby food, formula and clean diapers. With a stroller I'll have a place to put the shopping sacks and your diaper bag behind you on the rack. Your stroller will giving you the freedom to nap in the stroller if you're tired and get sleepy while we're shopping. If we stop to get something to eat, I can feed you some baby food out of the jar. If you're thirsty, you'll have your bottle to suck on. If you pee or poop in your diaper while we're shopping, I can take you into the women's bathroom and change you at the diaper changing station.

I'm sorry, darling, I'm glad that you can think again, but I can't see that it will make any difference in how I take care of you. I'll still have to wash, dress, feed, and change your dirty diapers. In other words, honey, I'll have to go on taking care of you just like you were a baby."

She hugged him to her breast and said, "Poor Darryl, I know it's frustrating to be treated like a baby when you have an adult mind, but I don't have any choice. Don't worry, I'll be here to take care of you and you can "spell-talk" to me with your new toy........Oh dear, I just thought of something. If the authorities find out you have an adult mind, they might charge you with sexual assault on Carol. Poor dear, I don't blame you for what happened. You're helpless and unable to defend yourself. I know she what she did to you was out of some sort of sick, sexual jealousy, but that won't protect you if they know you've regained your faculties. They might even charge me for false imprisonment of Carol! Who would take care of you then? I think it's better for everyone if you go on being my baby."

She drew him away from her chest and held him in one arm. Brydie chucked him under his chin and said with a smile, "The very first thing we have to do is get rid of your new toy. It's too much of a temptation for you to try and talk to someone. I want you to forget about ever talking to anyone again. From now on, you're my baby. Do you understand?"

Darryl nodded slowly, this hadn't turned out at all like he had expected. "I'm going to call you Darrie, like we did before. Now, I want you to act like a baby! Is that clear? Put your thumb in your mouth darling....... That's right. Now suck it...... That's a good baby! Don't worry about what happened with Carol. The shock treatments will make her forget all about your ability to spell. In a few weeks, she'll think it was all an hallucination. If you act like a baby, she'll never know the difference. After psychiatric treatment, she'll act nicer to you, I promise. I told Dr. Rollings how nastily she was treating you. When Carol finishes her treatment at the hospital, she'll think she really is your older sister. It's better this way, Darryl. If they know you've regained your mental abilities and then you drool and pee yourself in front of them, you'll be terribly embarrassed. As long as they think you only have an infant's mind, they won't expect you to do anything else. They'll think you're behaving like a normal, healthy baby."

Darryl shook his head "No".

"No?," she said querulously. She frowned unsympathetically and asseverated, "What do you mean, no! You don't have any choice in the matter. I'm not going to tell anyone that you have an adult mind and that's final. Do you understand me?"

Brydie's outburst frightened Darryl and he peed involuntarily in his diaper, soaking the front. He whimpered and looked downward at his sodden diaper, then put his hands down and pushed on the front of the diaper, trying to take it off. Brydie's stern demeanor melted at the display of Darryl's helplessness. She gently took his hands away from the diaper cooing, "Hush baby, it's alright, Mommy will change your dydee. She'll put you in a nite-nite diaper so you'll stay dry all afternoon."

She got up, carried him over to the changing table and laid him on his back. "Here baby, suck on this," she said, putting a pacifier in his mouth.

Brydie smiled down at him maternally while she unfastened his diaper. He got wide-eyed as she tickled him on the stomach while unfastening the tape on the diaper. "Darrie is Mommy's ëdorable baby!," she murmured lovingly down at him.

He mewled in despair, realizing that no matter what he did, she would consider him to be her baby. Brydie's mind had snapped under the strain. In her mind, she wasn't his wife anymore, she was his mother. Brydie had even gone so far as to have their daughter "adjusted" so that Carol would think of him as her baby brother. He turned his head and sighed despondently as she lifted his legs to remove his wet diaper. He was completely in the power of someone who believed she was his mother. His change in status was permanent. Resistance was futile, he thought in sick horror. He realized that the sights and smells of his nursery; all the sensations of babyhood, were becoming an accepted part of his world. They would soon become his whole world! She'd smother him with motherly love and concern until he could no longer even think like an adult. He knew that in time his personality would regress and he'd forget he had ever been anything but her baby. He would spend the rest of his life as an infant. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized the hopelessness of his position. He didn't dare let anyone know he could think. She'd go to prison and he'd spend the rest of his life in some dank, foul-smelling, over-crowded, under-staffed state nursing home. She was right. He had to be washed, fed and changed like any baby. He could barely walk. He couldn't talk. When he needed something, he could only whimper and cry. He needed a Mommy! The thought of Brydie being his Mommy disturbed him; she would control every aspect of his life. She would love and pamper him, and scold or spank him when he was naughty. She really would be his mommy! She finished diapering him and sat down again in the rocking chair with him in her lap. Brydie patted the front of the diaper, saying, "There you go baby, now you're all snug and comfy in a clean dydee."

She tugged the diaper up over his bulging tummy and said playfully, "Are you going to be a good baby?"

He nodded yes with a mournful expression on his face. "You're going to be mommy's sweet angel forever and ever, aren't you?"

He nodded "yes" and she cuddled him to her breast.

"Poor baby is unhappy. I know what mommy's baby needs to take his mind off spelling.", she said, unbuttoning her blouse. "Mommy has a surprise for her baby. Mommy went to the Dr. Beard, your pediatrician, and had her give Mommy a prescription for hormones to let her give milk. She'll be able to breast feed Darrie now."

He watched as she lifted her teat free of her blouse and holding it from beneath, guided the nipple towards his mouth. "Ooooh.....honey" she murmured, as his mouth took in the nipple. Her nipples engorged with blood as his tiny hands kneaded her breast. He heard a distant command to suck the tiddy and knew he had no choice. He put his mouth around her tit and compassed her aureole with his lips. He felt the nipple grow erect and fill his mouth completely. He swallowed involuntarily as a jet of thin milk squirted into his mouth. He began nursing passionately. Darryl's mind careened wildly with the desires that the taste of her milk induced. He was seized with a craving for her milk and suckled ravenously. He whimpered softly as he gorged himself on her milk. She beamed happily down at him as he suckled her tit. Darryl's sucking made her want to moan with pleasure. She had forgotten how enjoyable nursing was when Carol was a baby. She looked down and saw Darryl laying in her arms and sucking her tit with a ecstatic expression on his face. His legs kicked out idly as he glutted himself on his mother's milk. She smiled lovingly at him and switched him to her other breast, cradling his diapered bottom in her hand. Brydie looked down on Darryl from time to time to check on him and saw only a contented baby face intent on suckling her. He was lost in the act of nursing, eyes closed, oblivious to the external world. "Diddums like Mommy's tiddy? Mommy promises she'll breast feed you every day. Mommy likes breast feeding her baby!", she said emphatically.

Brydie chuckled and said, "As a lover, Sweetheart, you were a dud. You tried hard, but you were still a dud. But you sure know how to please Mommy now that you're a baby, Honey. You'll be Mommy's little tiddy-baby forever and ever, sweet baby.", she said, caressing him tenderly with her hand while he suckled.

Darryl began to feel sated as his stomach distended with milk. Feeding at her breast had produced a curious sense of infantine tranquillity in him. The act of nursing at her breast had triggered physiological responses buried deep in the limbic brain. Wakefulness-producing hormone production dropped and blood was shunted from his brain to his stomach, while the capillaries in his skin dilated. He felt warm all over and he was getting very, very, sleepy. He snuggled his body deeper into the comfort of her arms and looked up at her drowsily, still suckling the nipple in his mouth. Darryl felt dull, unable to think. His mind slowed and became more sluggish with each tug at her nipple. Presently he stopped nursing and drifted off into sleep. Brydie watched him affe ctionately as his eyes closed and her breast began to slip from his hands. She pulled her teat from his lips and took her breast from him tenderly. She slipped her breast back into her blouse, then put him on her shoulder gently and lightly patted his back. He burped quietly in his sleep and she took him from her shoulder and cuddled him in her arms. He looked so peaceful, she thought. He shouldn't have to think or make decisions. He shouldn't have to worry about anything. He was only a baby! She'd make all the decisions for him from now on. She didn't care that he would never be potty trained. She didn't mind changing his diapers. He didn't need to do anything for himself. He had a Mommy to take care of him. Dr. Beard was right; he did need a Mommy! Brydie dec ided that she would call the day-care center tomorrow and tell them she wouldn't be leaving Darrie with them. She knew how to take care of a baby, hadn't she raised Carol? She didn't need them to help her take care of him, she wanted to take care of all his needs herself. Brydie smiled down at him wistfully, pleased with the thought that he wouldn't grow up. She was happy with him just the way he was. "A woman needs a baby to be complete," she thought, "...Darrie will be my little baby forever." Brydie began crooning a lullaby to him softly as she rocked him in her arms. "We'll be the perfect family, Sweetheart," she said with a satisfied tone, "Carol will be your doting big sister, you'll be my little angelic baby and I'll be your Mommy for the rest of your li fe!"

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