She took him by the hand and led him up the stairs. John was surprised by Margaret's shift in attitude towards him. She seemed to have decided that 'baby' Johnny was not the husband who she had dominated and reviled. Her treatment of him was kinder and gentler than he remembered it ever being. She helped him up to thee crib and pulled the plastic pants off of his legs and began unfastening his diaper. When she pulled the front of the diaper down, the smell of feces reached his nose. She smiled maternally and said, "Poor little baby! Didums go poopie in him's dydee?"
She cleaned him up and left him naked in the crib with the side up while she went to get the disposables. She returned a few minutes later with the diaper package in hand. She cleaned him up and put a thick coating of rash cream over his bottom then quickly rediapered him within the soft confines of the disposable baby diaper. Then she made him lie down while she tucked him in and kissed him on the forehead. John wondered at the changes in him that she had made in two days. Being made to go to bed this early in the day had been a punishment two days ago. Now it was a maternal blessing. He yawned sleepily as she pulled up the side of the crib and locked it in place. Margaret was about to leave the room when she appeared to remember something belatedly. She turned around and came back to the crib and leaned over the rail. John felt the nipple of a pacifier being pushed between his lips and began sucking gratefully. A warm feeling of contentment came over him and he was asleep before she left the room.
Chapter Six: At the Judge's Mercy
Man is of Woman born and her face bends to him in infancy with an expression he can never quite forget. -Margaret Fuller, 1843
John awoke with a wet diaper. He wanted to call out to Margaret, ("I've got to start thinking of her as my mommy now," he reminded himself.) but he was afraid she'd get angry if he said her name. It was hard to bring himself to talk like a baby. In the end he decided he would have to try and called out "ma-ma" in a tentative voice. After a few minutes of waiting for a response he decided to try again and called out "Ma-ma...." a bit more loudly. This to brought back no response and he decided to try a third time. He gathered his courage and shouted "Ma-ma!" at the top of his lungs.
Margaret came in the room after hurrying up the stairs to see what Johnny was shouting about. She wasn't upset with him for shouting, in fact, she was pleased by the way he had done it. He hadn't called her name and had used a baby term for mommy. 'Ma-ma' was music to her ears after years of fruitless arguments with him. She was pleased by the way he had adjusted to his new life and was somewhat surprised with her own reactions. Her feelings toward him were not the angry demands of a wife to her incompetent husband anymore, she required nothing from him in his present condition. Suddenly she felt protective of him. She wanted to mother him and cuddle him tenderly. These feelings had been a shock at first, she had never thought of him before as being helpless. But when she saw him in his crib with his sodden diaper hanging down wetly between his legs, her heart melted at the sight. He needed her. Not like desire for domination he had displayed before his transformation, this was a different sort of need; more healthy and wholesome. Johnny fairly radiated innocence.
She unlocked the side of the crib and laid him down on the mattress to change his diaper for the third time that day. He put his thumb in his mouth and smiled in a self conscious way as she unfastened the tapes on his wet diaper and cleaned him up. She taped him snugly into a clean diaper and lifted him off the bed and hugged him to her bosom. John responded by putting his arms around her neck and laying his head against the side of her head. She put one hand under his bottom and cupped it there to hold him up while the other wrapped around his back and held him to her chest. Margaret felt vaguely surprised that her hand could almost completely cover his bottom now. It strengthened her sense of control over the situation. This wasn't a recalcitrant husband she was dealing with anymore, but a little boy. Her little boy! She sat down in the rocking chair and arranged him on her lap. Johnny looked up at her soulfully as she put her hand on the side of his head and pulled him gently to her bosom. He rested his head against her as she ran her fingers over the plastic of his diaper.
The medication had changed them both. They weren't a bickering husband and wife anymore, but a mother and child. Johnny had filled the hole in her life that she hadn't even realized was there. She had never thought about having a baby seriously. She had always considered babies a nuisance and a bother. She had never been able to understand how other women were able to put up with the constant demands of an infant. Now she knew. She made her feel wanted and needed in a way she had never imagined. She was completely responsible for him. He couldn't do the slightest thing without her help. She sighed in contentment as she thought about their relationship. Her feelings toward him had become larger, more loving. They had become maternal.
Margaret sat in a rosy glow as she considered for the first time her feelings toward him. He had manipulated her into a role of dominance that she had been uncomfortable with and she had reacted by being cruel and v indictive. She had been secretly disappointed with his failure to act like a man and had punished him the same way his mother had when he was a child. She must have subconsciously hoped he would rebel and grow up. Unfortunately for the both of them, it didn't work out that way. His drive to regain the love he had never gotten from his mother as a child had forced him to continue to misbehave in childish ways. His behavior was so transparent now that she could view it from a more rational perspective. His almost instantaneous regression into early childhood was the clue she needed to unlock the mystery of his need for dominance. Obviously he wanted to be an infant again. It explained everything; his need to be passive, his desire to be allowed to satisfy his childish curiosity about women's underwear, his instant incontinence after being given the convenient excuse of being a six-year-old again. If Johnny's mother hadn't been dead she would have called her up to ask her how old he had been when he had finally been toilet trained and whether he had wet the bed when he was older. She was sure there was a connection. As for herself, her motives had become clear to her as well. She must have wanted a child all these years and repressed her needs in order to deal with her infantile husband. When she examined her feelings toward children and babies she knew she didn't really feel like they were burdensome. She had just used that as an excuse to keep from dealing with their inability to have children.
She wondered if John had been telling the truth when he had told her that he was sterile and had problems with impotence. His desire to be a baby again would have driven him to say anything to keep a 'rival' for her love out of the house. "Poor Johnny," she thought, "he never grew up. He's been an infant in an adult body all these years. How terrible it must have been for him to pretend to have adult feelings when all he really wanted was to be cuddled and treated like a baby. No wonder his behavior had been so infantine. Just look at him sucking his thumb. I don't think he's ever appeared happier since I've known him. He'll have his chance now to regain his mommy's love and I'll have a chance to have the baby I should have had years ago. In two days he'll be a one-year-old again and our problems will have resolved themselves. Until then, there's no harm in giving him what he wants. I'll treat him as if he's already a baby again."
She stroked John's head affectionately and gathered him up in her arms to carry him down to the kitchen to feed him lunch. Margaret put him in the high chair and tied a bib around his neck before getting out the jarred baby food she had bought him. He was acting so sweetly, it seemed a shame to have to give him the broccoli she bought to punish him, but her sense of thriftiness would not let her throw it out. "Besides," she rationalized, "the broccoli makes it easier for him to use his diaper and in the end that's what he really wants. I'll give him a double dose of milk of magnesia first before I feed him."
She carefully measured an adult sized dose of the antacid into the medication cup provided with the potion and asked him to open his mouth wide. John obeyed docilely and drank the medicine without stopping. He saw the labels on the jars and realized what the consequences for refusal would be. John decided that he wouldn't try to keep down the food if his stomach rebelled and started heaving. All he was wearing was a bib and plastic-coated diapers. His skin was washable and the mess would wipe up easily from the high chair's tray. As for the inevitable aftereffects of eating broccoli, he was wearing a diaper, he would simply use it when the need arose.
Margaret smiled as she opened the jar of broccoli and chicken that she had got out for his lunch and began ladling it in his mouth. John devoured the food as if he had been eating it all his life and the contents of the jar seemed to vanish before her eyes. Margaret was so pleased with his behavior that she decided to give him a treat for dessert instead of another jar of veges. She picked up the jar of squash she had gotten out earlier and put it back in the cupboard and returned with a jar of tapioca. John closed his eyes in apprehension at the unknown jar as she twisted off the lid and spooned out a heaping spoonful. She told him in the most soothing voice she could manage, "Come on, Honey. Mommy promises you'll like this. You were such a good baby to eat your broccoli like that. Mommy has a surprise for you. Now open wide!"
John held his eyes tightly shut and opened his mouth as wide as he could for her surprise. He was certain this was another one of her cruel tricks, but he didn't have a choice. When he closed his mouth to swallow the food she had dumped on his tongue, his eyes open wide and he smiled broadly. "Tapioca!", he wanted to shout. It was his favorite dessert! John opened his mouth again as soon as he had swallowed the first spoonful and waited eagerly for more. "Johnny, loves tapioca, doesn't he?", Margaret said at his expression of pure joy.
John chuckled in delight and opened his mouth even wider to signal his appreciation. Margaret started spooning it in as fast as he could swallow and was surprised to discover he finished the jar in less time than he had finished the first. She wiped his face with the bib and went to the refrigerator to get his bottle. She wasn't too concerned that he had only had one jar of solid food, the PediaSure was a balanced liquid supplement and would hold him until dinnertime. John took the bottle from her hands readily and began sucking on the nipple almost immediately. Margaret sighed maternally and went back to the kitchen to prepare a sandwich for herself while he drank his formula. She put her plate down on the table opposite him and sat down to eat her lunch. She smiled at the noisy sounds he was making as he guzzled his formula happily. She watched the muscles of his cheeks work at the nipple for a moment and said, "Johnny likes his ba-ba, doesn't he?"
John nodded his head vigorously in agreement and continued to suck as she said, "Well, mommy says you can have your ba-ba at every meal. Won't that be nice? Mommy loves her baby boy and wants him to be happy. Johnny IS happy, isn't he?"
John stopped sucking for a moment and appeared to consider the question. "Am I happy?", he asked himself. Despite his earlier protestations, he really enjoyed how Margaret was treating him and didn't want it to stop. "Wearing a diaper isn't so bad," he thought. "Not if she changes it before I get a rash. It's kind of convenient to be able to go when I need to rather than have to hold it until I can get to a bathroom."
John thought about how sensuous a freshly wet diaper felt against his crotch and wondered if he wanted to ever use the toilet again. After he had gotten over the idea of using a diaper, he had discovered how much he had enjoyed using it. There was a certain perverse pleasure in filling the diaper with his poop and then sitting in the warm mess he had made. Also, he had noticed that his toilet training had started to get spotty the moment she had put him in diapers. Wetting in his diaper was one thing, but the 'accident' he had had in the car was another. Was this going to be 'normal' for him? If so, he wasn't sure he could be toilet-trained again. Moreover, he wasn't sure he wanted to be toilet trained. The prospect of having Margaret standing over him while he learned to use a child's potty seat again wasn't very appealing to him right now. He LIKED the way she cuddled and fussed over him. Anyway, the point was moot, she intended to have Dr. Madonis give him the final treatment and he would be turned into a baby whether he wanted to or not. He might as well agree with her and make her happy.
John nodded slowly at Margaret and smiled bashfully. Margaret beamed and said, "That's mommy's goooood baby!"
Chapter Seven: On His Own Recognizance
Although there have been fleeting occasions when I have thought about tossing my beloved out the door, these urges were brought on by his idiot behavior and had nothing to do with my being a feminist. Frankly, it took me seventeen years to get him semi-house trained and I have no intention of starting over with some other. -Frances Deck, wiccan, letter in Of a Like Mind, Spring 1993
Margaret finished her lunch and took him to the living room to play on the floor while she watched the TV. She took the toy train out of the shopping bag and said, "Here you go, Honey. Here's a train for you to play with."
John looked at the brightly colored plastic train and thought about the model train layout he had spent so much time constructing over the years. He didn't want this poor excuse for a train. He wanted his train set! He pointed to his den and said, "Train! Want train!"
Margaret looked annoyed but seemed to be disposed to give him what he wanted. She said, "Alright, Honey. I'll let you watch your trains, but you can't touch them. Do you understand? You're too young to play with electricity. Just stay there on the rug until I get things ready for you."
He watched as she went into the kitchen and came back carrying her high chair down the hall and into his den. She came back and picked him up and carried him into his den in her arms. John reached his head over an kissed her affectionately on the cheek in thanks for letting him play with his model train set. When they got in the den, John saw that she had set up the high chair in front of the controls where he had normally stood when he operated the trains. He clapped his hands in delight as she put him in the high chair and turned on the power supply, starting the sequence of operations that were preprogrammed into the computerized controls. The first train went around the train whistling at the appropriate places and heading up the long grade into the plaster -of-paris mountains that had taken him half a year to make. The second train roared out of the yard and circled around in the opposite direction crossing the wooden bridge he had made piece-by-piece out of basswood stock and assembled into an exact reproduction of Southern Pacific's finest. The detailing of the layout was exquisite, there was even a hobo jungle under the bridge with miniature hobos warming their tiny tin cans over a little fire. If the correct switch had been thrown on the control panel, the hobos' fire would have even smoked, he had hidden a mini-smoke generator meant for HO train engines under the platform and cunningly concealed its opening under the 'wood' faggots of the fire. Signal lights blinked and bells clanged as the trains approached each crossing. John was fascinated with his train set. It was the only thing in his adult life that he had truly loved.
Margaret watched John's delight with his trains with approval. He was so engrossed with his trains that he never noticed the drool that was running down his chin and dripping on his chest. She decided that it would be safe to let him watch the trains alone. She had seen him stand in front of his train set and watch the silly things go around and around for hours with the same expression of rapture on his face. Margaret did have some appreciation for the effort he had put into constructing the model. She had never seen anything so lovingly crafted with such incredible attention to detail. She shook her head in wonder at his hobby and realized that this was a man's analog to a little girl's dollhouse. Everything had to be just so, for both a little girl and a model train enthusiast like John. "Let him dream his dreams of trains," she thought, "As long as he's happy, why should I care what toys he plays with? He's safe enough in the high chair. I'll go get myself some coffee and watch TV."
John was overwhelmed with the desire to be at the controls of his trains again. He knew it would make Margaret angry if she caught him operating the electronic controls, but if he was careful she'd never find out. Besides, hadn't he built the thing himself? She was just being overprotective. He levered himself up in the high chair and leaned out over the tray to reach the controls of the trains to throw the switch that would set the next sequence of actions in motion. It was just beyond his reach. He laid his stomach down across the tray and stretched out his fingers. If he had another two inched he could make it. John pushed at the back of the high chair with his feet and stretched out to touch the switch. He started to slip and frantically tried to hang onto the arms of the chair with his feet. He succeeded but now the chair was unbalanced; it started to tip slowly over to the side as he tried to grab onto the controls and steady himself and the chair. The chair continued to tip, gathering speed as the angle to the floor decreased. His entangled feet dragged him away from the controls and carried him to the ground with a crash. John bumped his head and lay there on the floor momentarily stunned before he recovered and began crying in pain and frustration.
Margaret rushed into the room when she heard the crash and sized up the situation immediately. She bent down and examined his head, finding the bump forming on the side. "Naughty, naughty baby!!!", she cried. "See what happens when you disobey your mommy? You could have gotten badly hurt! No more model trains for you, little boy. If you want to play with trains, you can play safely on the rug with the train mommy bought you.
She untangled his feet from the arms of the high chair and set it upright, then picked him up and held him to her chest as she walked from the room. John reached out his hands over her shoulder and plainted, "Train! Train!" in a desperate bid to be allowed another chance with his creation. Margaret ignored his pleas to be reunited with his model trains. She had trepidations about letting him play with electric trains and events had proven her right. She had never been comfortable with letting him do the wiring for the trains in the first place. As far as she was concerned, electrical wiring should be done by qualified electricians and electronics experts and not by weekend hobbyists. She barely understood the difference between ac and dc voltage and the thought of playing with electricity frightened her.
Margaret placed John on the rug and gave him the plastic train he had rejected earlier. He took the toy from her hand grudgingly and sat down on the rug with it for a moment before laying down and setting it before him. She unmuted the TV and went back to watching her program, keeping an eye on him to keep him from getting into mischief. John watched the women's show boredly and rolled the train back and forth in a fit of ennui. He began to make small chugging sounds and pretended that the plastic toy was one of the engines in his model train set. Soon he was on his hands and knees, pushing the train around the rug, chugging away and going choo-choo at intervals. Margaret smiled at the sight of her baby boy playing with his train. He looked so cute in his diapers playing with his toy on the rug. He played for about ten minutes before he stopped and looked startled. The smell of a dirty diaper reached Margaret and she sighed as she got up to get a clean one from his room. She had missed most of her program and now she was going to miss some more. She decided that next time she brought him in the living room to play, she would bring some babywipes and diapers in too. Then she wouldn't have to leave the room to get a clean diaper and miss whatever TV program she happened to be watching when he needed a diaper change.
John was stunned by how fast it had happened. One moment he was playing contentedly on the rug with his train and the next his bowels had cut loose and he was pooping in his diaper. There hadn't seemed to be any warning at all. His toilet training hadn't gotten a little spotty, it had completely vanished! Whether or not she had him regressed further would make no difference, he was in diapers permanently!
Margaret laid him on his back and changed his diaper quickly. She smiled at him and talked baby talk to him while she cleaned his dirty behind, then fastened a clean diaper on him snugly. When she finished, she folded the dirty diaper into a neat package and got up. Margaret placed the toy train in his hands and left him on the rug while she took the soiled diaper into the kitchen to throw away.
She came back, sat down in front of the TV and returned to her program while John lay on the floor in a state of shock over his appalling behavior. "What's happening to me?", he asked himself. "I've only been regressed into a six-year-olds body, I shouldn't be incontinent. My mother used to brag to her friends that she had me fully potty trained at the age of twelve months. Something is happening to me psychologically. Could it be that this is how I subconsciously want to be treated? I can't deny that I'm enjoying this. Maybe this is what I've been searching for without realizing it. This is almost like the feeling I get when Margaret dominates me, only better. She makes me feel so secure now just by being close to me. Is this the contentment that a baby feels in the presence of his mother? Look at her, she looks so confidant and capable sitting there. She's the old Margaret, but there's been something added.
She's glancing at me now. Look at her eyes! I've never seen her look at me that way before. It's a kind of warm look that seems to melt into a slow smile. She loves me! That's it! That's why she's looking at me that way! Funny, it makes me feel all giddy inside. I wish she would pick me up and hold me in her arms. I want to nestle my face in her breasts and let her wrap me in her love. I've never felt like this! Just one glance from her and I know she'll do anything to protect and take care of me. God, she's gorgeous! I've never noticed how regal she looked before. No, regal isn't quite the word. She's a goddess! I get the feeling that she can reach out with her hand and change my world with the slightest gesture. I'm becoming infatuated with her. I'd do anything to please her. If she wants me to crawl at her feet, then I'd be grateful for the chance to make her smile. I'm not really good enough to stand in her presence anyway. I'll roll on the rug in my diapers and suck my thumb if it will make her happy. She's right. I deserve to be treated like an infant. I just don't want this to stop. I can't help myself. Nothing I've ever done in my life has ever made me feel like this. It's like the whole world has vanished and there's no one in it except her. I'll put my thumb in my mouth to show her what a good baby I am. She's smiling at me! Maybe if I pulled me knees back and wave my legs in the air, she'll say something to me. There! I look just like a baby now. Oh God, she's grinning at me! I smile back at her to show her how much I love her. My diaper feels hot! I'm peeing again! Oh God, this is wonderful! She's getting up from the couch. Look at her standing over me. She looks like her head should touch the clouds. Now she's kneeling down beside me. Her hand is reaching out. What is she going to do? She's tickling me!"
I start to chuckle. I wave my arms and legs happily as she continues to tickle me. I'm ecstatic! She loves me! For the first time in my life, someone really loves me. I can't contain myself. I've got to say something to let her know how I feel about her. I want her to know how truly happy she's made me. I want to be treated like an infant if she's the one who'll be my mommy. She can raise me as her baby boy and I'll be at her side forever! What's a year or so in diapers? Nothing! A blink of an eye, an infinitesimal moment in the eternity of her love. Her tickling is making me pee again. It feels so strange to lay on my back in front of her, waggling my legs and laughing while my warm pee runs all over my crotch. The back of my diaper is getting warm. I can feel the hot, wet diaper against my bottom. Oh God, what a feeling! I never imagined wearing a wet diaper felt like this! Oh no! She's frowning! What have I done? Please, please God, don't let her be angry with me. She's going to say something. I'm so sorry mommy, I didn't mean to make you mad. I love you. I want......."
Margaret frowned the leak that was forming under her baby's diaper. She'd just changed him a minute ago and now he was wet again. Look at how happy he looked. "Oh oh, he must have seen my frown," she thought, "He looks so apprehensive. I've got to say something to let him know I'm not angry with him."
"Did mommy's baby pee-pee in his dydee again? Don't worry, Honey, mommy will get you changed right away. Don't look sad, sweetiepie. Didn't you like peeing in your dydee? Mommy doesn't mind if you do. You're my baby now and mommy wants you to pee in your dydee. Come on, Honey. Mommy will take you to your room and put a dry dydee on you."
She took John to his nursery and changed his diaper then put him down for his afternoon nap. Margaret marveled at the change that had come over him. For a moment there he had acted just like a baby. She had been right when she had Dr. Madonis change him. This was his proper station in life. She raise him properly the way a good mommy should. When he got old enough to be her husband again, he'd be incapable of rebelling against her. It would be a whole new life for the two of them. Instead of having a misbehaving husband, she'd have a docile lover who would never leave her side. The thought sent a warm tingle up her spine.
Chapter Eight: Trial and Punishment
A good man doesn't just happen. They have to be created by us women. A guy is a lump like a doughnut. So, first you gotta get rid of all the stuff his mom did to him. And then you gotta get rid of all that macho crap that they pick up from beer commercials. And then there's my personal favorite, the male ego. -Roseanne Arnold
John woke in the evening wondering what had come over him. He seemed to have had a lapse of sanity. He didn't want to be a baby. Wearing diapers was humiliating and shameful. What had gotten into him. Her treatment of him was affecting his mind. He remembered clearly what he had thought and felt, but it seemed like he was remembering the feelings of a different person. What was going to happen when she had Dr. Madonis give him the final treatment? He turned over in the crib to get on his knees before standing up. The back of his diaper clung stickily to his behind as he knelt on the mattress and told him that he had pooped in the diaper once again. The broccoli had done it again. He started to cry then and there. Margaret came in and found him on his hands and knees with tears running down his face and making a wet spot on the crib sheet. She changed his diaper tenderly and held him in her arms to comfort him. He seemed different from this afternoon when she carried him to his crib. He lay against her stiffly as if he was reluctant to be in her arms. Margaret shrugged it off as the moodiness of a small child and took him to the kitchen to feed him dinner. After a several of hours of watching TV she put him to bed again for the night. She smiled as she turned out the light in the nursery, tomorrow was going to be the big day; his final transformation.
The next morning Margaret bathed him before she fed him breakfast. She took off his sodden, dirty diaper and wiped his behind with a babywipe before she took him to the bathroom and placed him in the tub which she had drawn before waking him. It was obvious that John was back to his old self. He sat morosely in the tub while she scrubbed his little body with the soapy washcloth and shampooed his hair. The joy of yesterday afternoon had vanished. She lifted his legs one by one and scrubbed every inch of his body starting with his toes and working her way up his body to his head. John sat passively in the tub while she bathed him. He didn't want her to think he got the slightest pleasure from her actions. When she wrapped his penis in the washcloth and rolled his scrotum in the soapy cloth, he stared straight ahead without expression. In a few hours his life would be over. He'd be a baby again. He caught the look of her face from a sidewise glance and scowled in anger. She was enjoying this!
Margaret dumped a glassful of bathwater over his head and began shampooing his head. She wanted him to be presentable when everyone came. His short hair washed quickly and she rinsed him off before making him stand in the tub so she could lift him out. Margaret dried him briskly with a large towel and noted that the bruises on his bottom had faded into a sickly yellow green color. She decided that she give him a special treat to try to improve his mood. She took him to the nursery and laid him on his stomach on the crib mattress. Margaret went to the bathroom and retrieved the baby oil she kept for her baths and poured a tablespoon in her hand. Then she began massaging his legs and body to make his skin as soft as possible.
John tried to ignore the sensuous feelings that her massage induced in him but was unsuccessful. The manipulation of his muscles simply made him feel too good for him to control himself. When she turned him over, his tiny penis was fully erect. Margaret interpreted his arousal as an opportunity too good to be missed and pour a teaspoon of baby oil directly on his scrotum. He shivered as she worked the oil into his sensitive skin of his scrotum and rolled his testicles between her fingers. "I have him now," she thought and continued her ministrations until he lay on the crib mattress shuddering in the orgasm she had induced.
She sprinkled his entire body with baby powder, being careful to keep the falling powder away from his mouth and nose. Then she began working the powder into every crevice of skin until his skin was silky smooth and smelled sweetly of baby perfume. No stale baby pee odor for her little boy! She rediapered him and took him down for his breakfast before they arrived. Dr. Madonis had called earlier and said she was coming over in an hour and a half. Margaret had just enough time to get him fed before she arrived. She had called Lisa and Patti who said they'd be right over. They didn't have to be at work for two hours and they wanted to see John's last hurrah.
When the doorbell rang, John was sitting on the floor in front of the TV watching cartoons while sucking on his morning ba-ba. Lisa and Patti had arrived before Dr. Madonis and they sat on the couch and made small talk while they waited. Patti leaned over John and patted his head when she came in the living room saying, "Good morning , baby! Are you ready for the treatment? You sure smell nice today, just like baby oil and baby powder. I think that perfume suits you, little Johnny. No, no don't try to answer. Just sit there with your ba-ba and continue sucking. I want to remember you just like this in years to come when we think about all the trouble you caused us."
The doorbell rang again and Margaret went to answer it. Dr. Madonis stood there with her shopping bag in hand. Margaret let her in and took her to the living room to introduce Lisa and Patti to her. They said a few pleasantries and Dr. Madonis said briskly, "Well? Let's get started. I'll give him the injections right here if you don't mind."
She knelt down beside John and took the baby bottle tenderly from his hand before putting her hand on his chest and pushing him down to lay on his back on the floor. Dr. Madonis rolled him over on his stomach and said, "I see that you've already started dressing him in diapers. Has he had incontinence problems?"
Margaret laughed and said, "He regressed into psychological infancy from the moment his body was regressed into that of a six year old. I'm glad your giving him the last treatment. It's difficult caring for a fifty pound infant. He'll be easier to take care of as a one-year-old. If nothing else, he'll be easier to carry around."
All the other women laughed in response to this statement and Dr. Madonis said, "There you go, baby. I'm all done." She turned to Margaret and said, "We'll take him to the bedroom and administer the treatment just as soon as the injections take effect. He'll be fine lying on the rug until then and we can watch him while we talk."
Margaret agreed and Dr. Madonis took her place on the couch beside Lisa and Patti saying, "I made some changes in the composition of his treatment. Hopefully, these changes should make John's final transition easier for him. The lab models looked very good and I have no reason to doubt that this will work even better than the old formulation. I haven't had time yet to fully evaluate the psychological effects of this treatment on humans, but it appears that mental age is unaffected. Since you told me that John began regressing psychologically soon after the first treatment was given to him, I can only conclude that he had some inner need to regress. This doesn't appear to be a case of subconscious adjustment to circumstances that some patients suffering from inc ontinence make when faced with a lifetime of wearing diapers. In their case, they seem to be making a psychosexual adjustment to a new lifestyle. At least that's my impression, I'm not a psychologist and that's not my area of interest. John's case appears to be different, his incontinence appears to stem from some inner need to be an infant. I'm hoping that this need will extend to other behaviors and help him fit in psychologically with his new life as a baby. That would permit him to indulge in the 'normal' behaviors of a one-year-old such as crawling and sucking. Since the muscle development of a one-year-old won't permit true speech, psychological regression would sidestep the need to communicate like an adult and prevent the frustration of being forced to communicate like an infant."
Margaret chuckled at the statement and said, "He's already sucking and crawling, Dr. Madonis, but I hope you're right. I've tried to make it easier for him by requiring him speak in simple sentences like a toddler. I wanted him to adjust as soon as possible and that seemed to be the best way to do it. It hasn't seemed to frustrate him very much, but I'll be glad when he's adjusted completely to his new life. The prospect of dealing with a fussy baby for a long period isn't very appealing."
Dr. Madonis smiled at Margaret and said, "He'll do alright, I'm sure of it. As a matter of fact, I think we can begin now. He looks like a wet dishrag. I think the injections have taken hold. I gave him a children's dose of medication, but they seemed to have taken effect much faster than the first time. I think he's more suseptable to tranquilizers and muscle relaxants now that he has a child's body. We should be able to begin immediately." Dr. Madonis gathered the women with her eyes and said, "Ladies? Shall we begin?"
Dr. Madonis got up from the couch and bent down to pick up the little boy on the floor. John's head flopped back loosely as she picked him up in her arms and forced her to hold it as if he was a newborn. The relaxant had temporarily destroyed John's ability to move a muscle voluntarily and the tranquilizer had taken away his ability to protest effectively. He whimpered in low tones as Dr. Madonis carried him upstairs to his fate. When she got there, she started to go into the master bedroom, but was stopped by Margaret. "Not there," said Margaret to Dr. Madonis, "I've put him in the spare bedroom next to the master bedroom. Here, I'll lead the way."
She opened the nursery door and went into the room first, followed closely by Dr. Madonis with John. Lisa and Patti crowded in after her and stood by ready to help. Dr. Madonis looked startled at the rooms furnishings and said, "I see that you've already got a nursery prepared for him. Has he been sleeping in here?"
"It seemed like the best idea at the time. I wanted him to adjust as quickly as possible," Margaret explained to the researcher.
"I see," said Dr. Madonis, "Perhaps you were right. It does explain his regression though."
"Oh no," laughed Margaret, "you don't understand. I decorated this room after he regressed. I thought as long as he was acting like a baby and it was already going to be necessary to redecorate this room, I thought I'd just go ahead and do it. He was acting like an infant BEFORE I bought the furniture! Besides, with him in diapers, I wanted him to sleep on a waterproof mattress. I didn't want him ruining the mattress in the master bedroom."
"Oh. After what you said about making him use baby talk, I was beginning to wonder about your motives. If one of you will go downstairs and get the hatrack, we'll begin," said Dr. Madonis.
Margaret smiled and said, "That won't be necessary, Dr. Madonis. I have something that will work better right here."
She went to the box that contained the mobile she had purchased and removed the semi-circular wire mounting hanger and clamp from the box, then began screwing the clamp onto the headstead of the crib. Dr. Madonis unfastened the disposable diaper and said as she pulled down the front of the diaper, "I see why you put him in diapers. He's a mess. Could you clean him up for us Margaret while I get the enema ready and then we'll begin. Do you have a bowl I could use?"
Margaret told her the bowl was already in the bathroom waiting for her and then went to the dresser. She got several diapers and baby wipes and proceeded to clean the poop from John's behind. Lisa chuckled at the sight of their former tormentor reduced to a state of helpless passivity. She poked Patti in the ribs and smiled, nodding towards the crib. Patti smiled in return and they moved closer to the crib to get a good look at John before his final transformation. It was evident from their expressions that they were enjoying the sight of John being babied before it was absolutely necessary. They were aware that Margaret had fibbed to Dr. Madonis about how John had regressed, but felt that he had deserved to be punished for trying to run around on his wife. His attempts to blackmail them into sleeping with him hadn't made them any more sympathetic to his plight either. They were determined to keep their mouths shut and enjoy the show.
Dr. Madonis came back and found John laying on his stomach sideways across the crib. His diaper had been left off and his bottom had been cleaned up. Margaret had put several diapers on the sheet under him to sop up any mess the enema made. Margaret stood at the side of the crib while Lisa and Patti had positioned themselves at the head and foot of the crib. Margaret moved to the foot of the crib to let the researcher have full access to John. Dr. Madonis hung the enema bag from the wire hook and lubricated the applicator as Lisa and Patti each took one of John's feet and held it in their hands. They spread his legs as far as they could comfortably move to give Dr. Madonis as much room to work as possible. Dr. Madonis inserted the applicator in John's anus and turned on the stop***** to begin the flow, then said, "Would you hold him there like that for me while I get his other injection ready? If the enema tube begins to move, I'll need one of you to keep it steady so it won't come out. Could one of you do that for me? I'd asked Margaret, but there isn't very much room to work with him in the crib. The four of us can't fit in here. Would that be okay with you, Margaret?"
Patti smiled and said, "I'd be happy to take care of it for you, Dr. Madonis."
A few minutes later Dr. Madonis had given John his injection of accelerator and the enema bag was empty. Dr. Madonis removed the tube from John's behind and took it to the bathroom to wash it while Margaret rediapered John. Then Margaret raised the side of the crib so they could stand and watch John go through his final transformation. John convulsed once weakly then lay still. Suddenly, his body commenced to shrink. The women heard the sound of the enema being expelled from his body as the size of his large intestine and rectum shrank into infantine proportions. Margaret changed the diaper again while Lisa and Patti marveled at how fast the medication had worked. Dr. Madonis returned and said, "He'll continue to shrink for an hour or two without getting much younger. The effects of the medication are exponential with respect to time. He's already gone through ninety percent of the rejuvenation process. He's about a year and a half now, in an hour he'll be a year old. If you'll forgive me, I have to run. I have an appointment at my office this morning. If you have any problems, give me a call. You have my number. You don't have to show me to the door, I'll let myself out."
Patti grinned to Lisa and Margaret after Dr. Madonis left and said, "I guess he won't be telling anyone about Lisa and I for some time to come. Will he, Margaret?"
Lisa giggled and Margaret said, "I don't think he's going to be talking about anything for a while. When he does start to talk, I'll be there right at his side to stop him from saying anything he shouldn't. I doubt that he'll remember what he's done after a few months of babyhood, anyway. Why don't we go down and get a cup of coffee while we wait. I know you two were planning to have a dinner party here to celebrate his transformation, but this was the only opportunity for Dr. Madonis to get over here. I'd like have the party tonight after you get off work, if you don't mind." Margaret looked into Patti's eyes meaningfully and said, "I'd like to see more of the two of you."
Patti looked at Lisa, who smiled and nodded, then Patti husked, "I think you're going to see a lot of more of us in the very near future, Honey. Let's say tonight, then. I'm afraid we have to run too, Dear. We don't want to be late to work. I'll give you a call later to see how baby Johnny is doing. We'll see ourselves out. TTFN!"
Margaret saw them to the door over Patti's objections. Margaret had been serious about the invitation to dinner and the subrosa invitation to play together in bed. She had had several lesbian affairs over the years without John finding out. She had never told John about her bisexual orientation, she didn't care to argue with him about something that was none of his business. She understood John's attraction to Patti even if she didn't agree with his behavior. For John to hit up on a lesbian was bad enough, but to try to blackmail the two of them into having sex with him was unforgivable. He was lucky he walked away with his balls intact. Men were such boors with it came to dealing with lesbians, they acted like lesbians were just women who needed to be wooed properly to come back into the 'fold'. As it was, poor little Johnny still had his balls, but they wouldn't be any use to him for sometime to come. Margaret went into the kitchen to have a cup of coffee while she decided what to make for dessert tonight. She wanted Patti and Lisa to thoroughly enjoy themselves.
Chapter Nine: Life Imprisonment
Man is not born free, he is born attached to his mother by a cord and is not capable if looking after himself for at least seven years (seventy in some cases). -Katharine Whitehorn, British columnist
Margaret had just decided to make a Schwarzenwalder Torte for dessert when she heard Johnny crying. "The drugs Dr. Madonis gave him must be wearing off," she thought to herself. She went to the liquor cabinet and checked to see if they had any Kirsh or Kirshwasser. There was none. "I'll have to go out later and get some Kirsh and maraschino cherries. I hope I can find Kirsh instead of having to use Kirshwasser. The cherry flavor is much more pronounced in Kirsh. I think Lisa and Patti will enjoy the recipe I have for the Torte. It's rich without being overfilling. Just the perfect thing to allow us to play afterwards without feeling stuffed. The chocolate flavor of the sponge cake ought to appeal to them too. Almost everyone likes chocolate. I think I'll frost it with a chocolate Creme Chantilly. That will keep the cake light."
Johnny's cries became louder and Margaret called, "Mommy's coming, Darling. I'll be right there!"
Margaret went up the stairs to see what John wanted. "He's probably messed in his dydee again and needs to be changed," she thought as she stepped onto the landing.
When she got to the crib and saw what lay within she was stunned. Instead of the one-year-old she had been led to expect, the tiny body of a six-month-old baby lay in the crib. John quieted at the sight of her and gurgled in greeting. Margaret grabbed John from the crib and ran down the stairs with him in her arms. She went to the phone and dialed Dr. Madonis's office, while holding John with one hand. When Dr. Madonis came on the phone, Margaret said, "Dr. Madonis, it's me, Margaret.......Something's gone wrong!.......John looks like he's only six months old!............That's right. He's too small to be a year old...............What should I do?...................Yes, I'll wait for you!........Okay, I see you in a few minutes."
She paced the floor with John until Dr. Madonis's arrival. The doorbell rang and she rushed to answer the door. Dr. Madonis came in a quickly examined John and said, "I'll be right back. I need to go up to the nursery to check on something."
Margaret followed her up and watched as she rooted through the trash in the nursery wastebasket. She found something and put it in her pocket then said, "Margaret, I need to make a phone call to check my records and then we need to talk. Why don't you put him back in the crib and come downstairs with me?"
Dr. Madonis talked on the phone for a few minutes and then hung up. She returned with an empty ampoule in her hand. She held up the label for Margaret to read and said, "There's been a ghastly mistake. This wasn't the formula I intended to give John. This is another version I've been working on. This formulation has vastly different properties. One of which you've already seen, it makes the patient younger that the other formula. It's other property is that once given the drug, the subject never grows older. NEVER! The subject remains an infant for his entire life. I'm sorry, but I called and had the number of the vial checked against my records. There's no possibility I'm wrong. John will remain a six-month-old infant the rest of his life."
Margaret's face turned ashen and she said bewilderedly, "I can't take care of him for the next thirty to forty years. I'm going to get too old to take care of him. What am I going to do?"
Dr. Madonis looked sympathetically at her and said, "Actually, the figure is closer to one to two hundred years. I do have a solution if you're willing to risk it. I think the risk is minimal, but I don't know if you would be willing to go through with it. Are you satisfied with the way you look today? I mean is the current state of your body acceptable to you? How is your health? Any aches or pains? Do you have any illness that would make your life miserable if you lived a long time? A very, very long time?"
Margaret looked hesitant and said slowly, "Nooo. How long is long?"
"About two hundred years," said Dr. Madonis carefully.
"You're not planning to make me the same age as Johnny, are you?", asked Margaret suspiciously.
Dr. Madonis shook her head and said, "No, not at all. That wouldn't solve the problem of how to take care of John, would it? What I can do is give you a preparation I've been working on for several years. It will stop your body from aging. You'll live at least as long as John, probably twenty or more years longer, barring accidents."
"You mean Johnny and I will never age?", asked Margaret hopefully.
"Exactly. Do you want me to do that for you? It's the only thing I can do to mitigate what's happened. I don't have an ampoule of the formula with me. It won't be necessary to give you an enema, that part of the treatment is only given to reduce the body size of the patient. This injection can be give in the muscle of the arm. I you like, I'll go to my office and get it right away. Is that what you'd like me to do?", inquired Dr. Madonis.
Margaret nodded her head enthusiastically and Dr. Madonis said, "I'll leave right now, there's no reason to delay treatment, you're only getting older while we talk. If you'll wait here for me, I'll be right back."
Margaret saw her to the door and shook her head as she drove away. "Two hundred years more of life. Now there was something! I wonder if Johnny is cognizant of what's happened to him. Probably not."
She grinned and said to herself, "I think I'll go up and tell him right now. I wanted to see the expression on his face when he learns that his going to be a six-month-old baby for two hundred years. At least Lisa and Patti will be happy. He'll never be able to tell anyone. I'll tell them tonight at the party. We'll really have something to celebrate tonight."
Margaret went to the kitchen and got a bottle of formula for John before she went up the stairs to the nursery. Johnny lay in his crib calmly sucking his thumb when she arrived. She picked his tiny body up and held him in her arms saying, "I have some news for you baby boy. I seems Dr. Madonis made a mistake. The formula she gave you was the wrong one. You've now got the body of a six-month-old baby."
John's expression screwed up into a frown and he looked like he was going to cry. Margaret smiled at his discomfiture and bent down to get the mobile she had got from the box and hang it on the hook still mounted to the headstead. She brushed the hair from his forehead and said, "Poor little Johnny. Babykins won't be able to speak. Ittsy-bitsy baby won't even be able to go crawlies on the rug. The only things baby will be able to manage on his own is to go poopies in his dydees and creep on his adorable little belly. If my cupcake really works at it, he'll be able to get up on his hands and knees and rock back and forth. Maybe in a year or two, honeybunch will learn how to crawl again. When that happens mommy will give her little sweetiepie a big party and invi te all her friends to come over and see what her baby husband has learned to do! We'll have all baby's favorites at the party; steak and potatoes and corn on the cob with chocolate cake for dessert. It's too bad my darling baby will be too young to eat adult food with us. At least baby will be able to eat solid foods, but he'll still be too young for chopped foods. All he'll be able to eat is pureed veges and formula. I'm afraid eating is not going to be much fun for my little sweetiepie until his mind regresses to match his body. I'm sorry this happened, but I think baby has gotten just what he deserves. My naughty little baby behaved horribly and now he's gotten his comeuppance."
John squirmed angrily in her arms at her words. It wasn't enough that she had him reduced to this state. She had to talk to him like he was a baby! He wanted to scream at her for what she had done to him, but all he could manage was a low cooing sound. She sat down in the rocking chair and began to rock him as she finished telling him the bad news. "You were too much to handle as a six-year-old and I wanted to teach you a lesson. That's all changed. It won't be necessary to teach you anything now. Dr. Madonis tells me the drug she gave you has another effect I haven't told you about. You won't be growing any older. You're going to be mommy's little baby forever, won't that be nice?"
Johnny squirmed violently and Margaret said, "Baby doesn't like that idea, does he? Itums little baby upset? That's too bad! Here, why doesn't baby suck on his binkie while mommy finishes her story? There you go, Honey. Isn't that better? Mommy's baby looks so sweet mommy could just eat him up! Johnny is going to be mommy's good baby, isn't he? Where was I? Oh, I remember now. Mommy was going to tell her adorable little rugrat what else the formula does. Little John is going to live a long, long time. Won't that be nice? Dr. Madonis says baby is going to live two hundred years. It's too bad little Johnny is going to have to spend all that time in diapers. Don't worry, Honey. Mommy is getting a different version of the drug so she won't age either. Only she won't get any younger. She'll stay just like she is. It will be just the two of us, mommy and baby for the next two hundred years."
John started to cry and Margaret got up from the rocking chair and laid him on his back in the crib. "If you're going to act like that, Honey, mommy will just let lay in you crib until you learn to behave yourself." She spun the mobile over his head and said, "Here, Honey, why don't you amuse yourself with this? Do you see what mommy bought you? See the little choo-choo's? Here, take your little hand and hit them and they'll go round and round over baby's head. Isn't that fun? Mommy knows how much her baby likes choo-choo's. Mommy is going downstairs now to call the newspaper to place an ad in the classifieds. She's decided that you don't need your den now that you're a baby again and she's going to turn it into a study for herself. Mommy is going to place an ad in the newspaper to sell your model railroad collection."
John began bawling in despair, she was going to sell the last thing in his life he loved. All he could see before him was an endless stream of diapers and bottles. He'd never be free of her! In a few months, perhaps weeks, he'd regress mentally until he was exactly what he appeared to be. John closed his eyes and screamed in infantile outrage over his fate.
Margaret looked cheerfully at the screaming baby laying in front of her and smiled at little Johnny's reaction to the news. She knew he'd calm down after a while and become tractable, but the noise was deafening! "Poor little baby must be hungry! Mommy has the cure for that!", she said to him as she stuffed the nipple of the baby bottle in his mouth.
John grabbed the bottle to keep the nipple from choking him and tried to pull it out, but Margaret was too strong for him. She let him pull the nipple out far enough to get his lips around it, but no farther. His cries were muffled by the nipple that filled his mouth. Formula dripped onto his tongue and rolled down his throat awakening a hunger he did not know existed. His lips and cheeks began working on the nipple of their own accord, subduing his bawling and assuaging his hunger at the same time.
She went to the door and said as she left, "Mommy will be back later to change your dydee, Honey. You know, Honey, there's really no such thing as a man.....Just a baby boy in a man's body. I should have known that our marriage wouldn't have matured you. The only time a woman really succeeds in changing a man is when he's a baby. The alteration I had Dr. Madonis make in you wasn't so big, really. I just made it easier for me to take care of you. Now you'll have what you've always wanted; someone to love and pamper you every minute of the day for the rest of your life. You're going to be mommy's adorable little baby forever!"
She closed the door as the nipple fell out of the mouth of the six-month-old baby who had once been her husband and he began to cry in rage. "He'll really unhappy when he sees who's coming over tonight. She chuckled at the thought of how Lisa and Patti would react to the news that Johnny would never speak again. She made a note to herself to buy some baby doll dresses for Johnny to wear to the party that night. He'd look so cute in a pink ruffled party dress! If he was good, maybe she'd let him suck on her tiddies in front of Lisa and Patti. Patti might even be feeling generous and let him suck on her tiddies too! It would be such great fun! Little Johnny would make such a charming plaything for the three of them!
Finis