Margaret finished folding the clean laundry and looked at her watch; it was time to get the towels off of John's bed. She took a wash cloth and a clean towel went up the stair to get John cleaned up. She stopped in the bathroom and wet the washcloth in the sink before she went into the bedroom. When she entered John was whimpering weakly on the bed. Margaret lifted John's feet and pulled them back to expose his bottom and began to wipe it with the washcloth, then folded the towels away from him. She bundled the towels with the plastic bags and put them on the floor beside the bed. Then she rolled him to one side and removed the rest of the plastic bags from the bed. Margaret folded the washcloth and began to give John a sponge bath, drying him with the clean towel as she went. She finished and picked up the bundle of towels and bags to take to the laundry, blowing him a kiss as she left the room. She'd dress him later, she decided. She had something perfect already picked out for him in the laundry room. Maybe later tonight she'd take him with her to Wal-Mart and get him some new underwear. There was only one pair in the laundry that would fit him now and she wanted him to have a complete wardrobe.
Later that evening she went up to the bedroom with John's new nightclothes and underwear draped over her arm. She dressed him easily and picked him up in her arms to take him downstairs for dinner. She had prepared a large vegetarian meal of steamed broccoli and cauliflower for them. It was too bad John hated vegetables, she grinned. He wouldn't have much choice but eat what she put before him from now on, she thought to herself. It wasn't like he could jump in his car and get a burger from McDonalds, he was too short to reach the petals on his car. Margaret decided that she would keep his car for a spare in case anything happened to hers. Bethany would be needing a car in a couple of years and she could give it to her then. She didn't expect John would be driving again for quite a few years.
On the way out she stopped in the bathroom and showed John his new outfit. He was dressed in one of Bethany's old nighties from her early childhood. He gazed sleepily at the imaged reflected back at him in the mirror. The medium length adult hair style was shoulder length on his diminished head. He looked like a little girl! John stared in horror as Margaret flipped up the front of the nightie to expose the girl's panties beneath. His body had become too young to display many sex differences and the ruffles and lace of the nightie encasing the soft rounded limbs of the six year old physique made his body appear petite and feminine. He whimpered when Margaret pulled the front of the panties down to show him his denuded infantine genitals. Margaret had done it to him this time. He'd not even be able to go to work to escape his punishment. He was trapped. John wept as Margaret carried him down the stairs to give him his dinner. Margaret sat him on a chair in the dining room and went into the kitchen to prepare a plate for him. John plucked at the fabric of the nightie in askance as he waited. "What am I going to do?", he thought. "How am I going to explain this to my boss? I guess I can get Margaret to drive me to work, but this is going to be terribly embarrassing! What are Patti and Lisa going to say when they see me like this?"
Margaret entered the room with two heaping plates of vegetables in her hand and set one before him. John gulped when he saw what she had brought. Broccoli! She knew what broccoli did to him! He'd spend half the night in the bathroom if he ate this! Broccoli did terrible things to his stomach. He'd start producing gas until he bloated in pain. What was she trying to do?
Margaret sat down at the table opposite him and said, "Dig in John! I've decided that you haven't been getting enough vegetables in your diet. From now on, you're going to get vegetables with every meal. Now eat!"
John picked at his food with his fork and pleaded with Margaret, "Please, Margaret. Don't make me eat this! You know what broccoli does to me."
She looked at him closely and said, "You know, I don't think it's appropriate for you to call me Margaret now. You're only a little boy. I think you should call me mommy from now on."
"Mommy?", John whined. "Margaret, please don't make me call you mommy. It's embarrassing!"
"What did I tell you to call me?", she asked with a rising tone of threat in her voice.
"Mommy," he replied in a small defeated voice. "May I eat the cauliflower and leave the broccoli, mommy?", he begged.
"No! Now eat your veges or mommy will spank!", she said grimly. Margaret continued as John began to slowly eat the broccoli, "I think I'm going to call you Johnny from now on. John is much too mature a name to call a six year old child. Oh, by the way, I decided to call your boss and tell him you are quitting. A six year old has no business working for a living. I'll tell them you've got health problems that make it impossible for you to continue in your present condition. That will keep them from asking you stay on. I'm sure they wouldn't want their health premiums to rise just to cover one worker. We'll live on the trust fund my parents left me. I'll handle all the finances from now on. You won't have to do a thing except play and watch cartoons all day. "
John hunkered over his food morosely as he listened to his adult life slipping away. She'd never let him out of her sight again, he knew. He'd spend the rest of his days as a young child tied to his mommy's apron strings. John wanted to cry, but knew that Margaret would get angry and spank him if he did. It wouldn't do any good anyhow, he sighed. He should have controlled himself with Bethany when he had the chance. It had all started so innocently he thought. He didn't mean to touch her, things just got out of hand. He glanced up at Margaret's face and saw the look of triumph displayed as she watched him eat the broccoli. She intended for him to suffer for his sins and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He belched lightly as the flora in his stomach r eacted with the hideous green vegetable. Soon the broccoli would move into his small intestine and the gas production would begin in earnest. He'd be in agony the rest of the night.
Margaret heard him burp and smiled to herself before saying, "Oh, dear! Does that nasty old broccoli make my little boy burp? Does it give his tummy gas? Mommy has the cure for that. Right after dinner, mommy's going to give her little boy some milk of magnesia. That will take care of his problem."
"Great!", he thought in exasperation. "Milk of magnesia! By the time she gives it to me, it will be too late. I'll bloat up like a swamp frog in heat. The combination of the two will give me the trots. If I'm not careful, I'll mess in my pants. I wish I had never seen that little ***** Bethany," he wished fervently.
When he finished his meal Margaret came over and wiped his face for him as if the condition of his mind matched his body. He tried to talk Margaret into letting him wipe his own face, but she was adamant. She was going to be a good mommy to her boy Johnny and take care of all his needs, she told him. Margaret put away the dishes and then took him to Wal-Mart where she purchased six pairs of little girl's panties. She'd buy more tomorrow she promised him as they stood in line at the cashier. She told him she'd bought the panties tonight to have extras in case he had an 'accident'. He hung his head in shame when he heard this, he realized that she hadn't bought any little boys clothes for him to wear. She intended to dress him in little girl's clothes until he became a simpering pansy begging for his mommy's mercy. Tears rolled down his face as they went out to their car.
John's lower intestine grumbled threateningly on the way home. Margaret glanced over at him and smiled at the sound of the gas moving around. He'd have to go soon, she thought. She slowed down the car to give him something to think about on the trip home. She wanted him to remember this night for a long time. When she got finished with him, he wouldn't be able to even think about doing anything to make her mad again. She wondered if he'd noticed that she had purchased some cloth diapers and pins as well as extra-large sized, plastic-coated, rumba panties to make him wear if he had an 'accident'. Probably not, she decided. He had been much to busy trying to hide his face from the cashier.
He'd learn that there were worse things than being made to wear little girl's clothes. A week or two of broccoli ought to do the trick, she thought. He'd never be able to control himself for that long without making a mess in his panties. She'd put him to bed in diapers and make him sleep in them if he made a mess. A night in messy diapers ought to produce a lovely case of diaper rash the next day. He'd spent the next day squirming in his panties trying to find a comfortable position with a repeat performance the next night. After a few days of sleeping in diapers, she'd make him wear diapers all day long. She wouldn't let him remove them himself and she'd fix it so she would always be too busy to help him to the toilet when he needed to go. He'd be forced to use his diapers to do his business. A week or two of that and he'd lose his potty training. As far as she was concerned, he could spend the rest of his life with a sore bottom. The humiliation he'd suffer wearing diapers would more than make up for the extra laundry dirty diapers would cause her. In a month or two, he'd beg for the chance to be allowed to wear grown up clothes like a little girl. By then his will would be totally broken.
John had an 'accident' getting out of the car. He tried to hide it, but the sound of escaping gas was too loud to miss. Margaret frowned at him and told him what a naughty boy he was for pooping in his panties. He waddled into the house with an ugly brown stain on the back of his panties declaring his immaturity to the world. Margaret marched him upstairs and stripped the soiled panties off his bottom and refused to let him clean himself up. She took a babywipe and cleaned his bottom before laying him down on his bed and pulling the nightie up to his head. John whimpered as she lifted his legs and slid a diaper underneath his bottom. John wasn't sure what Margaret was doing to him, but he knew it would be mortifying. He felt her pull something up between his legs and fastened on one side of his waist before she fastened the other side. Whatever she had done, he thought, it wasn't going to be easy to get out of, his waist was tightly entrapped in whatever she had put on him. She lifted his feet in the air and worked the plastic panties over his ankles then down his legs. He felt his bottom lifted in the air as she worked the rumba panties over his diaper.
When she finished she sat on the bed beside him and said, "Johnny, you've been a very naughty little boy. Mommy can't have you pooping in your bed like a little baby so she's decided to make you wear diapers to sleep in. If you're good tonight maybe she'll let you wear panties again tomorrow. From the size of the mess in your panties there is not much purpose in letting you go to the bathroom before you go to bed so you'll just have to make do for tonight. You'll be pleased to know that mommy put some plastic rumba panties on you so you won't make the bed wet if you pee in your dydees while you're sleeping. Now be a good little boy and go to sleep for mommy. Mommy's going to stay up and watch TV. Maybe tomorrow you'll learn how to control yourself."
She left the room after turning off the light. John lay in bed under the covers and felt the plastic panties surrounding the diapers. He hoped Margaret was right about the panties protecting the bed. His lower intestine still growled loudly, foreboding another incident that was sure to come. A few minutes later his bowels spasmed and he pooped again. Then an overpowering urge to pee seized him. He tried to fight it, but he felt the slow trickle of urine run down the inside of his crotch. Another bowel spasm hit him and his bowel and bladder released simultaneously. John cried quietly when he realized the import of what Margaret had said. She had no intention of changing his diaper tonight. He have to spend the night sleeping in wet and dirty diapers. He hugged himself in terror at what she'd say if she found out he had soiled himself again right after she had cleaned him up.
Margaret heard the sound of his crying downstairs and smiled to herself. He'd probably messed in his diapers. She wondered if he had peed as well and decided he probably had. He hadn't peed all day and the pressure should be overwhelming by now. She went to the laundry room and got another surprise for John that she thought would be appropriate to give him now. Margaret chuckled softly to herself as she mounted the stairs to go check on him. She wanted to scare him a little so he wouldn't ask her to change him tonight. She wanted the dirty diaper to have a chance to work on him. When she opened the door and turned on the light she caught the slight smell of a dirty diaper. "Good," she thought to herself, "I hope he's peed too! Let's see how frightened I can make him."
Margaret went to the side of his bed and looked down at his tear streaked face, hiding the object behind her back. "Poor little boy!", she said, her tone dripping with contempt. "Itums little boy afraid of the dark? Mommy's sorry, but she doesn't have a nightlight for her little boy. Tomorrow she'll fix up the spare bedroom to make a nursery for little Johnny. She'll get a nightlight and everything for her little boy. In the meantime mommy has something to keep you company."
She pulled her hand from behind her back and produced a large teddy bear with a pink ribbon tied around its head in a huge bow. "See," she said, "Johnny's cousin Bethany gave mommy her old teddy bear for Johnny to sleep with. Wasn't that nice of her?"
She pulled down the cover and sat on the edge of the bed next to John. She put the teddy bear next to him and pulled his arm around the bear to cuddle it saying, "There you go little boy. Isn't that better? Now dry your tears, little man, and go to sleep. Mommy's planned a busy day tomorrow and she doesn't want her little boy to be cranky."
Margaret put her hand casually down between his legs and squeezed the crotch of John's diaper. John squirmed as the pressure forced the mess up between his legs. "Surely she must feel the heat from the urine," he thought.
But Margaret just smiled at him and continued, "I hope Johnny wasn't naughty and made another mess in his dydee. Mommy would think that little Johnny had messed in his dydee just to make life difficult for mommy. Mommy would be very, very upset. Do you know what mommy would have to do then? She'd have to spank her little boy! She'd spank him so hard he'd beg her to stop but she wouldn't. She'd just go on spanking and spanking her naughty little boy until his cute little bottom turned bright red and he couldn't sit down for a week. Then she'd put him in another diaper and swaddle him in blankets like a little baby. Do know what swaddling is? No, don't nod at me like you really know. You think swaddling is like what they taught you in Sunday school people used to do with babies to poop in, but that's not right. Swaddling is where the mommy wraps her baby in a blanket so tight he can't move a muscle. Just think of how uncomfortable that must be, to have to lay on your bruised bottom and not be able to move your arms or legs all night. Mommy would have to find something to keep her little boy quiet if she did something little that. He's probably want to whimper and keep her up all night. So she'd fill his mouth with something to keep him quiet. Something like this!"
She reached in her pocket and produced one of Bethany's old pacifiers from when she was a baby. The latex was yellowed with age and looked nasty. Margaret had tied a blue ribbon on the ring and she dangled it in front of John's face while she continued to squeeze the contents of his diaper. "See? Mommy's even put a pretty blue ribbon on it so she can tie it to her little boy's head so he can't spit it out. He'd have to spend the night with a pacifier in his mouth. But she won't have to do that, will she? If little Johnny has an 'accident' in his dydees tonight while he's sleeping mommy can't be very upset with him for that. Poor little Johnny can't be held responsible for what he does while he sleeps, can he?"
Margaret bent over his terror stricken face and kissed him on the forehead saying, "Now, be a good little boy and go to sleep. If mommy hears one more sound out of you tonight she's going to pull down your dydees and spank you on your bare bottom. Is that clear?"
John nodded with huge eyes and cuddled the teddy bear to him tightly. The tenor in her voice had frightened him badly. She would really do what she promised if she discovered that he'd messed in his diapers while he was awake. As uncomfortable as he was, it would be worse if she discovered what he'd done. It couldn't be so bad to have to sleep in a dirty diaper, could it? Babies did it all the time. It would wash off in the morning when she changed him, wouldn't it? Aside from feeling odd, it couldn't hurt him.
John decided to keep his mouth shut and try to get to sleep like she suggested. Margaret smiled down at what she had done to her husband. She had felt the warmth from his pee under the panties and knew his diaper must be soaking wet. He looked so cute laying there in his pink ruffled nightie and rumbas. The pink bow on the teddy bear leant him just the right touch of the feminine. There was only one thing he needed to do to perfect the image. She took his free hand and pulled it up to his face to stick his thumb in his mouth. She smiled and said, "There you go, little boy. Mommy doesn't mind if her little boy sucks his thumb. She thinks it makes him look cute. Mommy wants you to practice sucking your thumb for mommy. Do you understand? If mommy sees her little boy without his thumb in his mouth , she's going to give him a spanking. Is that clear?"
John nodded and Margaret smiled and nodded in return while pulling up his blanket and tucking it around him. She walked to the door and said, "Sleep tight, Honey. Don't let the bedbugs bite!"
Chapter Four: Probation and Re-arrest
The art of managing men has to be learned from birth....It depends to some extent on one's distribution of curves, a developed instinct, and a large degree of feline cunning. -Mary Hyde, How to Manage Men, 1955
John lay in bed quietly for an hour before falling asleep. He was utterly miserable. The mess he had made felt cold and clammy on his skin and made his scrotum contract. The poop clung to his skin like glue and squished every time he moved. He would have cried except for Margaret's threat to spank him. If she found out he was dirty, the punishment she'd inflict would be a thousand times worse than what he was suffering. At first he continued to suck on his thumb in fear that she'd discover that he had disobeyed her, but after a while he had found the presence of his thumb strangely comforting. He snuggled up to the teddy bear and fell asleep with his thumb in his mouth.
The next morning Margaret woke him by pulling the blanket off of the bed. He had taken his thumb out of his mouth in his sleep and was hugging the plushy fur of the bear when he awoke. Margaret flipped up his nightie and pulled it over his head, saying, "Good morning Honey! Did Johnny have a good sleep? Let mommy check your dydee and see if you need to be cleaned up."
She stuck three fingers down his diaper and said in mock surprise, "Oh dear! Mommy's little boy is sopping wet! Mommy will get you cleaned up right away before her sweet little boy get a bad case of dydee rash!"
John yawned extravagantly and blinked his eyes as she picked up his legs and put a garbage bag beneath his bottom. The movement brought an explosion of itching pain. "Diaper rash!", he thought in alarm, "I've got diaper rash!"
Margaret smiled down at him as she pulled the panties off his diapers and down his legs. She grinned and chided gently, "Do you remember what mommy said about sucking your thumb, Honey?"
John hastily stuck his thumb in his mouth causing Margaret to grin and say, "That's mommy's GOOD boy!" John frowned around his thumb as the smell of the sour diaper reached him. The reek of ammonia was over powering. Margaret unpinned on side of his diaper and then the other. The sour odor of the diaper was immediately replaced with the noxious effluvium of a dirty diaper. John wanted to gag but was prevented by his thumb. Margaret began the process of cleaning the filth from his bottom and pubes causing John to writhe in pain. "This is torture!", he thought as every touch of the babywipe on his irritated skin brought a new wave of itching and pain.
John bit his thumb as Margaret rubbed diaper rash ointment into his abused skin and followed it with a light dusting of baby powder. She smiled and said, "There you go, Honey. Now would mommy's little boy rather wear panties today or dydees?"
The thought of wearing a diaper on his rash made the color go out of his face. John choked and said, "Panties please, mommy."
"Panties it is then, Honey!", she said with a knowing grin. He must really be miserable, she thought. The skin on his scrotum and bottom looked like it was ready to bleed. She put him in a fresh pair of lacy panties and then showed he what she had brought him to wear. It was a pretty blue dress with a crinoline petty skirt that bloomed out extravagantly. It looked like it had been designed for an extra large sized two ear old girl. Contrasting white lace bordered the puffed sleeves and collar and a large blue bow accented the waist. She slipped the dress over his head and buttoned the back for him before helping him from the bed, saying, "Come on, Honey. It's time for your breakfast. Mommy has made a special treat for you this morning; oatbran and stewed prunes."
She held his hand as they went down the stairs. John didn't know how he was going to sit in a chair to eat, every movement of his legs was agony. The dress wasn't going to be much help, the skirt was so short his panties could be clearly seen when he stood. When they got down to the kitchen, John discovered Ann sitting there at the breakfast table. Sitting in front of the table was a scarred wooden high chair. "Oh no!", he thought in despair, "That high chair is meant for me!"
Margaret lifted him up and sat him in the high chair causing him to moan involuntarily in pain. She fed the strap up between his legs and fastened it behind him on the chair. The strap was too tight; it cut into his panties and rubbed against his testicles painfully. Then Margaret placed the tray on the high chair in front of him and went to get his breakfast. Ann saw the look of pain on John's face and knew what the strap was doing to him. Margaret had explained what she had done to John last night when she called this morning. That strap must be cutting into his rash and making him very uncomfortable. She had been delighted to give Margaret Bethany's old baby furniture when Margaret asked for it this morning. The humiliation of sleeping in a crib and eating in a high chair would do him good she thought.
Margaret tied a bib around his neck and began to feed him the bran and prune mixture. "Yecck!", Ann thought to herself as she watched John being spoon fed his breakfast. Margaret started talking to him to hurry him, saying, "Come on Honey. Open wide! That's a good boy. Here's another one. Goooood boy! Mommy wants you to hurry, she's got a special surprise for you this morning. But first you've got to eat your breakfast and then mommy will cut your hair. Your hairs so long it looks like a little girl's! We can't have that, can we? Now hurry up and eat your breakfast. Mommy has invited some special visitors to come over and see you this morning. They'll be here in about an hour."
He finished the fruit and cereal and was given milk to drink to complete his breakfast. At least it looked like milk. When he tasted it, it had the strong flavor of vanilla. John smacked his lips with gusto. They had given him a milk shake for breakfast. The only thing wrong with it was the cup Margaret had given him to drink it from. It was a toddler's training cup. "Oh well ," he thought, "at least it isn't a baby bottle."
He sipped from the cup until the shake was only a memory in the bottom of the cup. Ann beamed at his and said, "Did little Johnny like that? Good! I gave your mommy two more cans of it. Would Johnny like to know what that is? It's baby formula for older babies! I stopped and bought it for you at the convenience store on the way over. Since you like it so much, you'll drink it at every meal. Won't that be nice?"
John blushed in embarrassment at the revelation. He had been trapped into drinking baby formula. What was worse, he had obviously enjoyed it! Margaret wiped his face with the bottom of the bib and untied it, then took a large bath towel and draped it over his shoulders before pinning it around his neck. She went to the cupboard and returned with a plastic bowl which she put over his head. "Now sit still, Honey, while mommy cuts your hair. We want you to look nice for your visitors this morning."
A few minutes later she was done. His long hair lay in loops on the floor and he was left with a haircut that would have looked more appropriate on a Norman knight than on a six year old boy. It made him look singularly childish, but had one redeeming feature; he looked like a little boy rather than a little girl. Margaret brushed off the excess hair on the floor and swept up the remains of his adult life. John looked on sadly as she swept his shorn locks into a dustpan and dumped them in the kitchen trash. Margaret unpinned the towel and shook it out outside the back door into the yard before putting it in the dirty clothes hamper in the laundry room. She came back and sat down in front of John and said, "Now it's time to tell you about your surprise. I called your employer this morning and told him you had to quit. He was very nice about it. He offered to have your co-workers empty out your desk and bring your property over to the house. I agreed and he said he'd have the receptionist Lisa bring it over. When Patti heard you were sick she asked if she could come over too. I've been wanting to meet them for a long time and I agreed immediately. I think they'll love you in your pretty new dress, don't you? They should be here in a few minutes."
John opened his mouth and let out a wail of despair. Margaret and Ann laughed cruelly when they saw the effect the news had on him. The doorbell rang and Margaret when to answer it. She returned a few minutes later with a huge grin on her face. Ann stood and said, "While I'd really like to stay and see the show, i have to go. I have a dental appointment this morning and I'm already going to be late. I'll see myself out by the side door."
Margaret hugged her sister goodbye and went back to get John out of the high chair. She unfastened the strap and picked him up and carried him into the living room. Lisa and Patti were seated on the couch waiting for Margaret's return. Patti asked Margaret, "Do you think that John is going to here soon. I really wanted to talk to him and the boss will be annoyed if we take too long. How much longer is it going to take?"
Margaret smiled and stood John on his feet beside her, saying, "He's here now. Say 'hello' John."
John blushed hotly and said in a small voice, "Hello Patti. Hello Lisa."
Patti looked incredulous and said, "That's him? You must be kidding! Where is he?"
Margaret looked down at her tiny husband and ordered as she sat in the easy chair opposite the couch, "Tell them who you are, John. Make them believe it. Surely there must be something at the office no one knows but the employees. Prove it to them."
John described a large account that they had almost lost due to non-delivery of an order. At least that's what they told the customer. What had really happened is that the boss had seen an opportunity to make a huge profit by selling the order to one of their customer's competitors. They had covered the shortage two weeks later with a later delivery and claimed the order hadn't been delivered to them. Everyone had kept quiet and gone along with the lie. The alternative was to lose the customer and possibly have to lay some people off the job.
The story convinced Lisa and Patti. They knew John would have never told anyone what had happened to that order. They looked to Margaret for an explanation of John's illness. Margaret shrugged and said, "John is suffering from a rare growth hormone reversal syndrome. As you can see he's got the body of a six year old child. They're not sure whether he's going to shrink any more so he has to be observed carefully. One of the side effects of the syndrome is that his body has taken on the characteristics of his apparent age. In effect, he's become six years old again. They reason he's wearing a little girl's dress is more complicated. I don't know if you're aware of it , but my husband has some peculiar sexual tastes. He's a peeper. He likes to look up women's dresses. I've ignored it up to now, but two days ago he had the temerity to look up my young niece's dress. Then he tried to feel her up. I've dressed him like this to let him see how it feels to be exposed to everyone's view. You'll notice that his panties are completely exposed by his dress. I'm tired of having to watch every minute to keep him from misbehaving like he was a two year old. In a way, I'm glad this happened to him, he's easier to handle this way.
Patti agreed that she was certainly justified in punishing him like a child. She told Margaret that she and Lisa were aware of his peeping and had to stay behind desks at work to keep him from looking up their dresses. Patti laughed and said how cute he looked in a dress and Lisa told Margaret what an adorable little girl he made for her. Patti asked him if he'd like to sit on her lap. She told Margaret that John had asked her repeatedly to sit on his and she felt it was only polite to reciprocate. John looked embarrassed and Margaret explained that John didn't feel much like sitting on anyone's lap today, he had a very bad case of dydee rash. This news delighted the women, the elbowed each other and giggled saying they aways thought his behavior was infantile. They suggested that Margaret buy some plastic-covered, rumba panties to go with his dress. When Margaret told them that she had and that he had spent the last night in diapers and panties, they howled with laughter.
John's face went from beet-red embarrassment to crimson anger. "How DARE they treat him like this!", he thought in rage. He turned back to the women on the couch and said, "You! You shut up! You know what I'll do if you don't! I'll have your jobs for this! You'll be walking the streets hustling johns for five dollar tricks when I get finished with you! You filthy degenerate sluts! Shut the ***** up!!!"
Margaret said in a shocked tone, "John, how dare you speak to them like that! What's come over you? Apologize immediately or I'll pull down your panties and spank your bare bottom in front of them!"
John turned on Margaret with an expression of maniacal rage on his face and said, "You shut the ***** up too! I've had all I'm going to take! I'm going to divorce you, you perverted sadistic *****!"
Margaret grabbed for his arm and missed causing John to go on a rampage. He kicked Margaret in the knee and knocked the floor lamp over on her before running over to Patti and attempting to do the same to her. Patti avoided his kick, but missed the lamp he overturned, letting it fall to the floor with a crash. The room was in bedlam as the women shouted at each other as they tried to grab him. Margaret recovered from his kick and advanced upon him from the rear, hoping to surprise her berserk husband and seize him from behind.
Margaret grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the easy chair. She hauled him roughly over her lap, pulling down his panties as she did so and exposing his rash covered bottom to Lisa's and Patti's view. She began thrashing his bottom with the palm of her hand causing him to scream in rage and pain. The expression of the insulted women on the couch changed from one of shocked embarrassment to one of unsuppressed glee as they watched John get his comeuppance. Margaret continued to spank John, ignoring his howls of pain as the overstimulated nerves on his bottom overloaded and sent a continuous stream of pain messages to his brain. John's eyesight disappeared in a blood red haze of agony as the beating went on unabated. He struggled helplessly in her lap to esc ape the unending torment, but Margaret held him easily with one hand while she pounded on his behind with the other. His howls or rage became wails of anguished defeat as the blood vessels on his injured bottom broke and his buttocks began to bruise. Margaret was livid, she never heard his pleas for mercy as she aimed for one cheek and then the other. He breathing became ragged and he took his breath in broken sobs as the beating continued. Margaret was slowing down, her arm was getting tired. It was obvious to Lisa and Patti that John's will had broken. His sobs of pain became unceasing whimpers of utter defeat. Margaret stopped and looked at Lisa and Patti saying, "From the looks on your faces, you're not exactly unhappy that this happened. Since he refused to apologize to you, I think you have the right to spank him yourselves. Do you want to spank him? Here! He's all yours!"
Lisa looked at Patti for guidance. She obviously would have liked to accept the offer but she was uncertain whether to proceed. Patti solved the problem by saying, "Please, I'll take him right now if you don't mind."
John screamed anew as he saw Patti coming for him to take him to the couch to be spanked by them. He looked up at Margaret and pleaded, "Mommy nooooo! Please don't let them take me! I'm sorry! Please! NO!"
Patti took him from Margaret's arms and offered him to Lisa, who declined. She put him over her knee and continued the spanking where Margaret had left off. John's wails were quickly reduced to low whimpers of animal pain as she beat him saying, "You're going to do what little boy? Just what are you going to say about Lisa and me? Do you really think your mommy is going to let you ruin our lives just to satisfy your ego? Where is the letter you stole from my desk? I'm not going to stop until you tell me! Where is it? Do you hear me? ........What the Hell?!!!!"
She picked him up from her lap and held his tear streaked face close to hers and demanded, "What did you do?!! You've peed on me! You nasty little boy! No wonder your mommy made you spend last night in diapers!"
She shook him violently and said, "Where is it, you little monster? Tell me right now or I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life! Do you understand me? WHERE IS IT?"
John sniveled and said brokenly, "In den.....on desk....under blotter.....Please don't hit me anymore!"
Margaret was standing in front of them with a damp sponge in her hand to give Patti. She said, "Here, wipe your slacks off before they stain. I'll take care of him."
Margaret started up the stairs carrying a whimpering John like a small child. She turned to Lisa and Patti and said, "Please don't leave before I have a chance to talk to you some more. The den is down the hall and to the right, you can't miss it. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Margaret carried him into their bedroom and threw him down on the bed saying, "Don't you dare move little boy or the spankings will start all over again from the beginning. Do you understand me?"
John shivered in fear and nodded his understanding. Margaret went to his underwear drawer and took out a diaper and some frosted semi-translucent Gerber plastic pants and took two diaper pins from his valet box on the dresser. She put the pins between her lips and rapidly diapered him, then slipped the plastic pants on his legs and over his diaper. She picked him up again when she was finished and took the pacifier she had threatened him with the night before and stuck it in his mouth. When she arrived back in the living room she found Lisa and Patti sitting on the couch with an old envelope in hand. Margaret put John on the floor on his hands and knees and said, "Baby Johnny, I want you to stay on your hands and knees until I tell you to get up. Do you understand me? You can crawl on the rug as much as you like, but I don't want you to get off your hands and knees until I tell you different. Do you understand me? Since you've decided to act like a baby, your going to be treated like a baby."
She turned her attention back to Lisa and Patti and said, "I know I'm prying, but I have to know. My husband was blackmailing you two wasn't he?"
Patti looked at Lisa and then looked back at Margaret calmly before saying, "Yes, Margaret he was."
"Would you mind telling me what's in the letter and what he wanted in return for his silence?", asked Margaret quietly.
"Since he could tell you himself, I guess there's no harm in telling you. Besides we have the letter now and his unsupported word would be taken as an ugly slander. I doubt that anyone would believe him," she said carefully and continued, "You see, your husband stole this old letter from Lisa to myself from my desk. The letter describes our relationship with each other in rather graphic terms. There were also some photographs enclosed in the letter that your husband threatened to have scanned, converted to jpg files and posted anonymously to a sexual binary site on the Internet. The pictures have, among other things of general interest to someone who would frequent that sort of newsgroup, close-ups of our faces with us smoking marijuana. The pictures were taken some time ago by a close friend of ours who developed the pictures in her personal photo lab. We were young and indiscreet. The letter also details several pharmaceutical transactions to which we were a party."
"I see," said Margaret dryly, "in other words, the two of you are lovers and had some raunchy photos taken by a friend of yours which also depicted you using illegal drugs. The letter describes your love life and some drug deals that you were involved with. Have I described the contents of the letter accurately?"
"Pretty much," agreed Patti.
"And my husband threatened to post the pictures on the Internet and turn over the letter to the police, right? I imagine by the threats he made a few minutes ago he probably also threatened to tell your boss. Is that true?", Margaret asked.
Patti pursed her lips and said slowly, "Yes and he also threatened to tell our families and neighbors what we had become. You understand that we were not very concerned about what our neighbors in this city might think, but he said he would tell our parent's neighbors. You see, we both come from very small towns in rural areas. Our parents are members of very strict Christian churches. They would be ostracized from the community if this information became known. It would kill them. My mother was very embarrassed when I got divorced from my husband. We've been wanting to move in together, but we haven't to keep my parents from thinking we're lesbians."
"I see," said Margaret, "and just what did my husband want in exchange for his silence? Money?"
Patti laughed nervously and replied, "No, no, nothing like that. Your husband wanted certain........favors from us. We were understandably reluctant to comply."
"And did you?", asked Margaret.
Patti looked embarrassed and said, "No. Oh, we went out to dinner a few times with him, but there was nothing more to it. We thought that if he got to know us he would return the letter and drop the whole matter, but it backfired on us."
"I take that to mean he became infatuated with you and became even more insistent," Margaret said.
"That's right," said Patti.
"So that's why you volunteered to clean out his desk and come visit him at home, is that right?", asked Margaret.
"I........We were hoping his illness had changed his plans and he would let us off the hook," said Lisa.
"I see," said Margaret, "It sounds like you two have been less then forthright in the past. Well, you have your letter now and John no longer works for the company. I think I can promise you I have no intention of letting him discuss this matter with anyone. As a matter of fact, I've been less than forthright myself. I fibbed to you earlier when I said an illness caused his body to regress. He's perfectly healthy, at least physically, if not mentally. John was regressed as a consequence of being given an experimental drug for treatment of particularly difficult mental cases. The usual course of treatment causes the patient to regress into infancy, but I had planned to stop the treatment at age six. After what I've heard here today, I've changed my mind. I think it would be best for everyone if my husband continued his treatments and regressed into infancy. It will be a number of years until he will be able to tell anyone about this incident and I imagine he'll have forgotten your names by then. Is that an acceptable resolution for you?"
Lisa and Patti broke into huge grins and said together, "YES!!!"
John screwed up his face around the pacifier and looked like he was going to cry. Margaret smile at the two lovers and said, "Well, then, I think we can consider the matter closed. There is one small thing you could do for me that I think you'd enjoy. John's doctor will be coming by the day after tomorrow to give him his final treatment. I may need some help. Would you care to assist us?
Patti beamed at Margaret and said, "It would be our pleasure! Give us a call at work and tell us what time to be here!"
Patti looked down at John crawling on the carpet. The plastic pants were a little too small for his six year old body and the diapers made them bulge hugely in the rear. The change in his appearance was near miraculous; instead of looking like a very young girl with the tomboy haircut, he now looked like a toddler who had temporarily regressed to earlier infantile behaviors. She smiled at his innocent appearance and said, "Poor little man! He wanted so much to get women's attention. He wanted women to fondle, pamper and baby him. Well, he's going to get everything he wished for now! I can picture him sitting on your lap watching TV and drinking from his ba-ba. He'll be in the perfect position to peek up women's dresses from his vantage point on the floor. I'm sure he'll even be able to get away with copping a feel if some woman lets him sit on her lap." She leaned down and patted John's diaper, saying, "It's time for us to get back to work. Take care of yourself, baby Johnny! We'll be back in two days for our last visit."
Patti slipped the letter into her purse and stood up to leave. She looked down at her reduced adversary and laughed, saying, "Maybe we can have dinner together then. Lisa and I will bring over a couple of steaks and a bottle of Bordeaux and we can make a party of it. We can have steak and garlic mashed potatoes in the dining room while you sit in your high chair and eat something appropriate to your new age. Maybe your mommy will feed you strained carrots and peas followed by formula in a baby bottle."
Chapter Five: Interview with the Judge
It happens to be my personal philosophy that if you give a man an inch of rope, he will tie you down with it, probably to the bedposts. I am a feminist but I don't hate men. I do think you have to watch them though. They are like street cars, another comes along every fifteen minutes, the trick is not to let one run over you. -Frances Deck, wiccan, letter in Of a Like Mind, Spring 1993
She said goodbye to Margaret and left with Lisa trailing behind. "Such lovely women," Margaret thought to herself as she closed the door behind them. Margaret went back to the living room and stood over her former husband and baby to be. She shook her head and said, "So you're a sexual blackmailer? I'd have never thought you had the courage. Oh well, that's in the past. Are you thirsty? Would you like something to drink?"
John nodded his head vigorously and Margaret said, "That's okay, Honey. If you want to talk it's okay with me. In two days all you'll be able to do is ma-ma if you're lucky. I suspect that most of what you'll be saying will be coos, gurgles, and baby babble. All I ask is that for the next two days you talk baby talk. That means a vocabulary of not more than twenty simple words and no complete sentences. The biggest combination I want you to make is two words, like 'mommy bye-bye". Is that understood? Good! Now you can take your binkie out of your mouth and tell me what you want. No words? Then you'll have to make baby sounds. Go on! Mommy wants to hear you make baby sounds!"
John let the pacifier fall from his mouth and said sheepishly, "Goo, Goo, Ga Ga"
Margaret smiled at his first attempt at baby talk and said, "That's mommy's gooood baby! Okay, mommy will get you something to drink."
She returned a few minutes later with a baby bottle and pressed it into John's hand. He attempted to sit on his diaper and discovered that his bottom was too bruised to allow him to sit in comfort. He rocked from side to side trying to find some place on his behind that was comfortable, but his fanny was one enormous bruise. John looked up at Margaret helplessly, his eyes pleading for maternal understanding. She bent down and gripped him under the armpits and laid him on his back saying, "Try sucking on the bottle from that position, sweetiepie. This way your sore tush won't hurt as much and you'll also swallow less air."
John put the nipple in his mouth and sucked. He was surprised how much work it was too get the water out of the bottle. He had thought that manufacturers would make it easy for infants to get their formula. The nipple felt odd in his mouth. "Perhaps I'm not sucking on this right," he thought, "maybe if I turn it around it will be a little easier." He rotated the bottle in his hands and discovered that the nipple now fit comfortably in his mouth. He sucked a bit experimentally and found that if he rested the nipple on the roof of his mouth and lay his tongue against the nipple, he could suck the water from the nipple easily. True, he didn't get more than a small trickle with every suck, but it was to cumulative effect that counted. John closed his eyes and conce ntrated on assuaging his thirst.
Margaret towered over her former husband and shook her head in amazement. He was regressing much faster than she had expected he would. She suspected that the terrible beating he had received at the hands of his wife and woman he had attempted to blackmail into being his unwilling mistress had more than a little to do with it. Margaret had almost relented when she heard the broken whimpers that Patti had produced. She realized now that she had been right to let Patti spank him. She probably would have never found out about his plan to blackmail Lisa and Patti otherwise. She hoped they would carry through with their plan to come over and party when John was given his final treatment. She wanted to do something to make up for John's behavior. She hoped the three of them would become friends in the future so she would have the opportunity. She decided John was safe enough to leave on the floor alone with his bottle while she got his new room ready. Margaret doubted that he'd try to run away in his condition. Just to be on the safe side though, she went to the front door and locked the double cylinder deadbolt with her housekey and put it in her pocket. Then she went to the kitchen and locked the other two doors that led outside. She went back into the living room and said, "I'll be up in the spare bedroom if you need me, baby. If you want me to come down quickly, you'll have to cry. Do you understand?"
John nodded without opening his eyes or removing the nipple from his mouth. He didn't care where Margaret went or what she did. The rhythmic movement of his tongue and mouth had put him in a near trance condition. Suddenly the world had gotten very simple; suck, swallow, smile, repeat. His job, his marriage, his possessions, his sex life, all of his adult interests were as far removed from him as the north pole. His only desire now was to have his immediate needs gratified. He didn't want to think about what he had lost. Sucking was good. It made him less thirsty and gave him something to concentrate on. That was enough for now. He might want something else later, but that was enough for now.
Margaret went up to the spare bedroom and began to set up the crib that Ann had given her. They had moved the mattress and bed out earlier in the day and taken the baby furniture up her so she could assemble it later. The crib fitted together easily and she had it assembled in no time. She put the mattress in the crib and stretched a threadbare sheet over it thinking she'd have to go buy baby supplies some time that day. She maneuvered the infant dresser with a changing table on top into position and put the large rocking chair into the corner of the room by the window. "With the right curtains, this will make an adorable nursery," she thought.
She went to their bedroom and began to move the clothes she had just bought for John into the closet of the nursery. She'd take them by Goodwill at the end of the week after John had made the transition into infancy, right now they might still be useful. The diapers went in the top drawer of the dresser along with his plastic pants and the diaper pins went into a bar of soap on the changing table. He was still too big to change on the table, but it was convenient to have them at hand when she needed them.
She returned downstairs to find John asleep on the floor where she had left him with the empty baby bottle lying beside him. Margaret noticed that a large yellow stain had formed under the plastic pants in his diapers. "He is adjusting quickly, isn't he!", she said to herself as she picked him up and carried him to his crib. She changed his diaper without waking him and tucked a baby blanket around his body after putting his teddy by his side.
Margaret put John in the baby seat of the cart facing her and proceeded to the baby food aisle. John's face clouded when she put him in the cart, it was an excruciatingly painful experience. His bruised bottom barely fit in the baby seat and the hard plastic gave no padding for his sore tush. Margaret saw his expression and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Thumb, Honey! You don't want the women to think you're not a baby, do you? Concentrate on your thumb and the pain will go away."
John thought the idea of sucking his thumb to relieve the pain was silly, but did as Margaret told him. He had no intention of rebelling against her again. Besides, the idea had some merit, he'd be able to hide his face behind his fingers and the thumbsucking made him appear more babyish. Under the present circumstances, it was all he could do.
Margaret found the baby aisle quickly and began putting baby jars in the cart. John turned to see what she was buying for him to eat, but the tightness of his seat prevented him from shifting his bottom around on the seat. He was forced to twist his torso to turn and all he could manage was about thirty degrees of rotation. It wasn't enough to see the labels on what Margaret had already put in the cart. He watched her take a six pack of PediaSure from the shelf and smiled in approval. At least that stuff tasted like a milk shake. He shuddered when he thought of what his meals were going to be like if she was buying jarred baby food. It would be ground to a fine puree and would be completely unseasoned.
A little boy standing next to his mother with a one-year-old girl in the baby seat tugged on his mother's sleeve and said, "Momma look! That boy is wearing diapers just like Tina! He's almost as big as I am momma, why is he wearing diapers/"
The woman looked down at her son and said, "Because he's not potty trained yet! That's why!"
"Why isn't he potty trained, momma?", asked the little boy.
"I don't know, Honey," said the women with a hint of exasperation.
The woman looked at John's diapers with a moue of distaste and said, "It must be a burden to have a child that old still in diapers. What is he, six? If he was mine, I'd be trying to potty train him instead of letting him act like a baby!"
Margaret smiled at the woman and said gravely, "My son is a 'special' child and is developmentally challenged. I'm afraid that toilet training is out of the question for him for the near future. He has the mind of a one-year-old and isn't aware of his body functions yet. Perhaps in time........"
John saw that as an excellent opportunity to make use of his new status and took it. All the meddling ***** wanted to do was embarrass him. He had the perfect answer for her. He pursed his lips and gave her a Bronx cheer, "Phisssssss!!!"
Margaret smiled maternally and said, "That's a GOOD baby! Mommy's baby has learned how to make a labial fricative! Daddy will be so happy when he hears you do it."
She looked down at the growing yellow stain in the front of his plastic pants and said loudly, "Oh dear, baby has wet his dydees again. I hope you can wait until we get home. Mommy is out of clean diapers for you."
One of the other mothers looked at Margaret sympathetically and said, "They carry some extra large sized 'Goodnites' that would probably fit him. Those plastic pants look like they're too small for him. Why don't you get him some disposables? He'd be more comfortable and you could change him when you got to the car."
"Thank you," replied Margaret warmly, "I think I'll do just that. Come on baby, let's get you some disposables."
John stuck out his tongue at the little boy and the meddling woman and then touched his nose with his hand as if he had just learned where his nose was. He waved bye-bye to the second woman as they left the aisle. She smiled and waved bye-bye in return as John was wheeled around the corner.
John was somewhat dismayed by his growing incontinence, but he decided not to worry about it. He'd lose his potty training when they gave him his final treatment in two days so the question was moot. Margaret found the Goodnites that the woman was talking about and put a large package in the cart. Then she moved the cart to the other side of the aisle and put some baby powder and diaper rash ointment in the cart. John was grateful that she had gotten some ointment for his sore bottom. He noticed that she was getting some baby bottles and nipples for him and wasn't too surprised when he saw that she was buying some pacifiers as well. She moved the cart further down the aisle and put several bibs in the cart, then looked over the baby toys. When she saw that they had a toy train, she picked it up and held it up for him to see. "Look, Honey. Would you like a toy choo-choo? Mommy knows you like choo-choo's," she said with a broad smile.
John ducked his head with an embarrassed expression. "Does she really intend for me to play with that? She knows I like model trains and is just trying to make me feel foolish for playing with them. Maybe if I don't show any interest she'll forget about it," he thought to himself.
John was wrong in his estimation of her motives, she really was trying to get him a toy he liked. She wasn't trying to make him look silly or foolish. He already was a baby in her mind, she simply wanted him to have something he could play with on the rug. He was too small to be allowed to play with his electric train set now and in two days he'd be even smaller. She put the toy in the cart and went to the checkout stands. She had one more stop to make that morning and then she could drive home.
They stopped at Wal-Mart next where Margaret purchased several sets of linens for the nursery, an infant's auto seat and a diaper bag as well as some curtains and decorations for the nursery. She found a perfectly darling mobile to hand over the crib and put it in the cart without letting John see it. She wanted it to be a 'special' surprise for him after his reduction into infancy. Margaret wanted to buy some clothes for John to wear after his final transformation, but decided to wait, she wasn't sure how young he would get after the last treatment and didn't want to buy clothes that were too big. No one said anything to her about John this time, but John got smirks from the other shoppers and a funny look from the cashier when she checked them out. Margaret g uessed it was either because they thought the infant seat would be too small for John to use with his six-year-old body or that they thought that mommy had come up with a novel way to punish her son. Or perhaps both, Margaret thought as she walked smiling to her car.
The drive home was uneventful, John barely noticed when he peed in his diaper. One moment he was dry and the next he moved his legs and discovered that his diaper squished soggily. He frowned in consternation, he didn't recall having potty training problems when he was six, perhaps the formula had something to do with it. It wouldn't matter to anyone in two days anyway, he thought. He'd be a baby then and would be too young to be potty trained. The thought of being a baby again was scary. Would he still be able to think or would his mind regress too? John tried to imagine what having an infant mind would be like. He decided it must be a lot like being drunk, only he wouldn't be able to remember the meanings of anything. Everything would appear fresh and new to him like he was in some strange future where the world had changed beyond recognition. Most words would be only unintelligible sounds to him. He'd be cutoff from the world verbally and be forced to rely on facial expressions to convey his desires. The thought made him shiver, no wonder babies cried so much! He had never considered how frustrating it must be to be a baby! They existed in their own little world, with only their mommies to relate to as other individuals. The loneliness of such an existence must be overwhelming. Everything would be so big and frightening. He understood now why babies constantly demanded to be picked up and held by their mommies. Cuddling would reassure them that there was someone there who would protect and take care of them. Time and calendars had no meaning to babies. They lived from moment to moment living in the eternal now. There was no future and no hope, only the needs of the moment that must be met to be content. John shuddered at the thought that this was the world that awaited him in punishment for his misdeeds. It would be a redemption of sorts, but one that had a terrible price to be paid; the loss of his memories and his physical skills. Only his basic personality would remain intact. He would be reduced to a wet, mindless plaything in the arms of his mommy. He closed his eyes to shut out his impending fate and fell asleep immediately, dreaming fitfully about the world to come.
They arrived home and Margaret unbuckled his seatbelt for him. She opened the door on the passenger side of the car and said, "Wake up, Johnny! We're home! Come on, Honey! Wake up and get out of the car! You can take a nap in your crib when we get inside."
John got out of the car groggily and toddled along behind his adopted mother. His wet diaper pulled heavily at his hips and stuck to his behind. John looked out at the street longingly as Margaret unlocked the door. He wanted to run away, but realized that there was nowhere to run to, no matter where he went he'd still be in a six year old body. He couldn't take care of himself, he couldn't even wear regular underwear like other six-year-olds. His sagging diaper would signal to anyone who met him that he was to be treated differently than a 'normal' little boy. If he told someone what Margaret had done to him, it would be dismissed as the childish fantasies of a disturbed youngster. All Margaret would have to do is tell them that he was a 'special child' and he'd be handed over to her without another word. John doubted he'd even be able to run away from her bogged down by the diapers. Her long legs would catch up to his encumbered waddling no matter how fast he tried to run. John sighed as Margaret opened the door and held it for him to go in. He turned his back on the outside world and went passively into the house knowing that his last chance for freedom was being left behind.
John stood in the hall as Margaret brought in her purchases. When the hall was full of packages, she locked and bolted the door behind her and said, "Let's get you into a dry dydee and into your crib for a nap, Johnny. You look completely exhausted. Come on, Honey."
CONTINUE TO PART 3