Chapter 15
The remainder of Friday passed without incident. Not to say that it was easy. His wife scrutinized Jim?s act the entire day.
Almost anything he did drew remarks like ?Honey, crawl slower? or ?No talking, baby? and ?Just play with the toys?.
The afternoon would have gone a lot faster if not for the fact that he was so bored. The life of an infant offered no stimulation for the reduced man. He was either idly sitting in a playpen, unable to escape, or swinging in the bouncy chair, spinning slowly and helplessly.
Just when he thought he could take no more, Andy set him in the playpen and started one of the Teletubbie videos.
Time slowed even more.
Eventually the clock made it?s way around to 5 o?clock and Jim was given dinner. 2 jars of baby food. Spoonful after agonizing spoonful was shoveled into his mouth and he dutifully swallowed. Once it was gone, it was time for a bath and more time spent in the playpen.
He knew something was going on when she placed double diapers on him with a soaker insert. He did not even bother to ask.
It was almost 7:00 when Andrea picked him up and headed for their bedroom. She sat him on the bed and held a finger to her lips to tell him not to say anything.
She slowly removed her clothes and strutted herself right in front of her diaper clad husband. He sucked dejectedly on his pacifier as he dwelt on the fact tat he would never again enjoy her like before. Deep inside the layers of flannel, his tiny member did not stir.
She dressed in a conservative dress-pants outfit and touched up her make-up.
Jim did not even bother to ask why. He just figured they about to make another foray into the wilds of real life.
Once she was ready, Andrea prepared Jim. He was wrapped in the swaddling blanket, so tight he could not possibly move, and tucked into bed.
Andrea knelt on the bed over her tiny helpless husband and smiled.
?Honey, I called one of the girls we saw at the mall. She is going to baby-sit you tonight. She will have express instructions to leave you alone unless you make a noise. Do you understand that??
Jim almost wept. ?Andy, please don?t leave me here! What if she decides to peek in here anyway? I can?t be left here with some teenager I have never met??
Andrea kissed his forehead and stood. ?Sorry, dear Jim. Tonight I have some things I need to do and I can?t take you along.
?If you make any noises in here, you will have to deal with the consequences. If you are quiet, everything should be just fine.?
Jim shook his head. ?I would even have Grace take care of me instead of this, Andy. Please don?t do this to me??
Andrea giggled. ?Hmm, so my little hubby likes the thought of being a little titty baby, huh? Well, not tonight. Grace will be back tomorrow, and you get to enjoy that treat again then. Right now YOU are going to go to sleep. Nighty night, hon.?
And with that she turned off the light and shut the door.
Time slowed to a crawl again before the doorbell rang. Only bits of muffled conversation could be heard as Andrea gave instructions to his ?baby-sitter?. His heart almost stopped as the bedroom door opened a crack and the silhouettes of two women?s heads could be seen peeking in. After a moment, the door closed.
He heard the final good-byes and he knew he was alone in the house with some unknown teenager.
He did not make single noise while he was awake.
His babysitter talked to her boyfriend on the phone all night and ignored the baby in the bedroom.
Saturday morning dawned early and the sun streamed through the windows into Jim?s face. He could move his head a little, but the swaddling had him in such a cocoon that he could not escape the bright beams.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he wished he hadn?t. Staring at him was Grace, with little Tonya on her hip.
Jim groaned.
Grace set her daughter on the bed and began to unravel Jim?s cocoon.
?You are gonna spend today in training, you understand me? When you go for your evaluation Monday, Miss Andrea wants to know you can act like the baby you are.?
Jim sighed and nodded, knowing what was in store for his entire day.
Turns out he didn?t.
After getting his diaper changed, baby food and breast-fed, and being forced to watch the other video with Tonya, the entire group spent the late morning and early afternoon at the park.
Jim was forced to swing, slide and ride the teeter-totter. He had a nap in a portable crib right in the middle of the park. Other mothers sometimes gave him funny looks but he averted his eyes and would begin to babble or slowly get up and toddle off to some other area.
After a dinner at McDonald?s, he was exhausted.
He had been changed no less than twenty times. He had counted. Any time either Andrea, Gloria or Maria had decided he might be wet or ?poopies?, they would whisk off the disposable diaper, let him lay for a few minutes ?airing out? then re-diaper him before sending him out to play again.
Her restaurant was no different. He was told to play in the toy area, then called for down again for food.
Next he was told to play, then almost immediately called back to get another diaper change. All three women giggled together at his obvious frustration at being told to go this way, and then that way. He plodded back to them and once again found himself on his back with his tiny ?pee-pee? fully exposed.
Even Tonya laughed at him.
He was again allowed to run free, only to be told to return for his ice cream.
After one final diaper change, Jim was informed that it was time to go home. He felt honest relief as he was finally strapped into the infant carrier he had come to refer in his mind as his ?personal transport?.
During the ride home he watched the scenery go by, feeling oddly at ease. He had been this size for less than a week. He had been forced to wear diapers and act like a baby for even a shorter period of time. He sucked steadily on the pacifier in his mouth and pondered how much longer he would have to keep up the act.
Monday morning was the scheduled time for his evaluation. He had to convince the panel of doctors as well as a judge that the procedure that had been used on him had reduced not only his size but also his mental capacity to that of a 12 month old.
If anyone had told him he would be drinking bottles, wearing baby clothes and acting like a baby, he would have laughed in their face. He pressed his legs against the bulky cloth diaper and knew he would never have considered it possible that he would also be sitting in an infant carrier in a wet diaper.
Suddenly the realization hit him.
?ANDREA!?
?Yes, honey?? came the voice from his wife behind him in the drivers seat.
?I am wet, Andy. I wet my diaper already.?
?Good boy.?
?No. You don?t understand. I didn?t even feel it.? Jim was beginning to get choked up. ?I just?peed in it?without even knowing it.?
Andrea smiled and nodded to herself. Luckily she was just pulling in her driveway as he confessed his infantile activity.
She jumped out and opened the back door to look at the despondent little man she was in control of. She spoke as softly as she could.
?Jim dear. This is actually a VERY good thing. Do you know that??
Jim turned glumly toward his wife as she loomed over him. He did not say anything.
?Think about it, honey. This will help your act, won?t it? You need to come off as a baby. And babies pee in their diapers. They never think about it. Right??
Jim swallowed hard and nodded. His mind was racing as he considered the fact that he actually needed the diaper this time.
Andrea pulled the carrier out of the back seat and brought it to the house. Jim was released and allowed move around on his own for a while.
Crawling, that is. And relegated to the living room.
?Can?t have my baby getting underfoot,? Andrea chided.
?Andrea, please,? Jim choked in exasperation.
She stopped her activities in the other room and walked into the living room. She sat on the couch and stared down at the tiny man sitting by the playpen holding a toy in his hand.
He was bored to tears. Having spit out the pacifier, he was once again trying to think of a way to get back to the way things were before this entire mess started.
He made the mistake of not really caring about what his wife was saying.
?There is one thing we do need to talk about, hon,? she said, as he tried to ignore her by continuing to play with the rattle.
She waited a moment. ?Jim??
No response.
She across the room so fast Jim had no time to react. He was screaming and wiggling, trying to get away, and his wife easily kept him under control.
It was not until she sat back on the couch and he was lying across her lap that it dawned on him what might be is store.
The snaps up the inside of each leg were ripped apart so fast it sounded like a machine gun. His plastic pants and diaper were next gripped and slid down over his tiny butt.
Husband and wife sat, breathing heavily, in that position.
Andrea kept a firm grip on the now still form in her lap. She was cursing herself for not changing him when she got home. By now he was soaked.
Jim lay there, trembling in realization of how vulnerable he was at that moment. The coolness of the room brought a certain ?awareness? to his body.
?Now,? she said coolly, ?Are you going to answer me when I talk to you??
?Y-Yes.? His voice shook as he answered.
Andrea placed the open palm of her hand on his tiny exposed backside. ?Now listen to me, baby Jim. And listen good. From now on I want you to address me as mommy. Is that clear??
Jim jerked upward slightly as the retort sprang from his lips.
?Like bloody he??
That was as far as he got before the first blow fell.
SMACK
?AUGH. No please Andy, stop.?
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
?What did you call me, tiny man??
?Um, I . call you.Andy??
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
?Wrong answer. Try again.?
Jim shook violently as he was held in position across his own wife?s lap. He could do nothing to get away from her enormous grip and he knew he was losing yet another battle of wills. Still he tried.
?Please, honey. I only want to?.?
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Andrea had found his limit.
?OK. Mommy please stop. Please, mommy.?
The spanking stopped. Andrea?s hand was still held suspended above a tiny bright red butt.
?Will you answer me when I talk to you??
Jim nodded. ?Yes.?
SMACK!
?YES MOMMY!? he screamed as his already burning tush received another swat.
Andrea grinned from ear to ear as she softly caressed the fiery flesh of her husbands butt. She softly whispered in his ear as he lay across her lap in humiliation and defeat.
Finally she stood up, holding him above the floor and walking across to the area where she usually changed his diaper. She laid him on the floor and removed the diaper the rest of the way from his tiny body.
His jeans and shirt were removed and he was placed on a fresh double diaper. Also there was a soaker insert for extra absorbency. Andrea noticed Jim was not sucking on a pacifier and slid one between his lips.
He did not even bother to resist.
She took note of his automatic compliance and decided to try something. She pulled a jar of Vaseline from the diaper bag and dipped her finger deep into it, coming up with almost half the jars contents. She carefully laid the huge glob of sticky goo on the diaper right between Jim?s legs. She then took a much smaller amount and spread it carefully over the shrunken penis and testicles of the man that she had once made love to.
After making sure that he was again lost in his own thoughts, she quickly pulled the fabric up between his legs, and secured it with diaper pins.
He only looked at her with a pained expression that spoke volumes with his eyes. He could feel the liberal amount of petroleum jelly as it found its way around his genitals.
He pressed his ass cheeks together in an attempt to stop the spread. He was rewarded for his efforts by having the mess spread even further.
Finally, in disgust, he lay back and closed his eyes wondering when this ordeal would ever end.
Andrea made short work of getting a sleeper on him and putting him in the crib for the night. It was after 9:00 before she turned off the lights and left her little hubby to ponder his predicament in the confines of his playpen.
Andrea woke him before first light. The lights in the living room blazed to life and he was blinded momentarily.
Andrea rushed over and picked him up, setting him quickly on the blanket laid out on the floor.
?Jim, I forgot to tell you we are going to Sunrise Services this morning. It?s Easter, sweety.?
Jim groaned and considered arguing, but thought better of it. His sleep fogged mind was not up to THAT battle yet.
?I have a proposition for you, dear,? she said.
Jim looked up as Andy stepped into the kitchen and returned with a bottle full of formula.
?You will have to decide quickly because we need to go right away. I crushed some of my sleeping pills into this bottle for you. Trust me on this, hon. If you want, you can sleep through the entire thing. That way you won?t even have to worry about someone noticing you. How does that sound??
Jim wondered what else could go wrong. Once his wife decided something, he knew he was helpless to stop her. However, this did offer him the ability to avoid the humiliation of being out and possibly noticed.
It only took a moment for him to decide and reach for the proffered bottle.
He drank deeply as his wife removed that nights sodden diaper and put him into his accustomed traveling diaper, the Huggies disposables.
He was lying on the blanket in only the diaper as he drifted off to sleep.
Too late he heard his wife begin to giggle.
Final Chapter yet to come??