Chapter 20
Andrea drove slowly through the streets from Marge’s home and wound here way to the freeway onramp. She glanced in the rear view mirror, just for a moment, making sure her spouse was enjoying the ride.
“Everything fine back there?” she queried.
Jim rolled his eyes at her and retorted sarcastically, “Yes mommy.”
She smiled, turning her attention back to the road ahead.
About 5 minutes later Jim broke the silence that filled the car.
“Andy?”
She glanced in the mirror again. “Yes, honey?”
“What exactly is happening in court tomorrow?
She took a moment to formulate her response before sighing slightly, then putting an “I know this hurts, but we have to do it” look on her face.
“Tomorrow, Dr Berk is going to petition that your records be sealed. He does not want the findings from his research to be public until extensive detailed testing can be conducted to find if your reductions are going to be the regular results, or if it was a fluke thing. He is going to have to claim that the resulting condition you are in should not be subjected to the media or the general medical community.”
Jim pondered for a moment, then his wife continued.
“You have all your faculties as far as being an adult, that much is certain. You have the right to say either yes or no to all the questioning that might come your way. But if everyone had the chance to first ASK you if you wanted to be interviewed, they would already be doing it.”
She signaled and pulled into the off ramp.
Jim was having difficulty with the reasoning. “Why do I need to act like I am a kid?”
Andrea slowed then pulled into traffic.
“You have been seriously affected by the procedure and it has reduced brain function to the same as your physical size. That way, we can say you have no ability to answer any questions and you are 100% safe. In court there will be several petitions, all of which will insure your safety and anonymity.”
She looked in the mirror again as she pulled into their driveway and into the waiting garage. “Why so glum, baby?” she said with a smile.
Jim winced at the reference to his size. “I don’t want to be like this anymore.”
She held her comments until she had gotten out of the front and was removing his small body from its confines.
“Don’t I take care of you?” she asked, her eyes large and innocent.
Jim heaved a big sigh and nodded.
“Look at it this way hon. After court tomorrow, you can be what you are, wear what is appropriate for what you are and not fear the repercussions of being a tiny man. Wouldn’t you like to have that worry gone?”
“Yes.” He looked up into his wife’s face. “Yes, once again...you’re right.”
He sighed, set his jaw and held his arms up for her to pick him up. She whisked him out of the car seat and settled him on her left hip. She gathered her purse and Jim’s diaper bag and went into the house.
That evening no mommy ever had a better baby to care for.
Jim played with his toys until dinner. Andrea fed him, bathed him and got him ready for bed.
Having dressed him in his blanket sleeper, undershirt and thick double diapered, she sat down on the couch with a full bottle of warm formula in one hand and her tiny hubby in the other arm.
She laid him back and pressed the nipple into his mouth. He obligingly took it and began to suckle. She watched happily as his eye lids slowly drooped, his tiny tummy filling with warmth as he relaxed in her arms.
As he drifted off to sleep she whispered, “After tomorrow, little one, you can be what you are, remember? You can be what you really are…”
He was snoring long before his tiny form was carefully laid in the playpen for the night.
Then, Andrea started on a few projects…
The Next Day
“James Allen Miller, you GET your tiny butt back here! NOW!”
The husband and wife glared at each other from different sides of the dining room table, both breathing heavily.
“Forget it. I am NOT gonna be treated like this any more,” Jim gasped, as he steadied himself against one of the chairs. He kept a wary eye on the huge woman across the table.
“Jim, if you don’t get over here RIGHT now, I swear I will carry you into the court room wearing nothing but this diaper and show them ALL what a baby you are being!”
She threw the flannel cloth at him. He took his eyes off her long enough to dodge the soft flying fabric, but it almost cost him.
Quick as she could, Andrea ran around the table. She almost had a grip on Jim, but he recovered and quickly slipped under the table to the other side.
The scene was reversed. Once again they stood, staring each other down. The ticking of the clock on the wall caused Andrea to formulate a new course of action.
She bent over, picked up the diaper, placed it on the table and got down on her knees.
She began to take the chairs that were around the table and lay them on the floor, pushing them under the table and making a barrier that would be very hard to climb through.
Jim did not miss this turn of fortunes.
“Andy, please.! Don’t…don’t make me go to this dressed as a baby,” he pleaded, slowly backing up against the wall.
Andrea finished the wall of chairs she had constructed and stood up. She was still a little short of breath as she began to take advantage of Jim’s concession of defeat.
-pant- “OK, BABY, you have 2 choices.” –gasp- “I can come over there and dress you, or you can walk over here and lay down nicely for me.” –whew- “Trust me, obeying me will make this a LOT easier on you.”
She picked up the diaper from the table and backed into the living room. She smiled evilly as she set the diaper on the floor and began to beckon her little man to come to her. Her index finger moved in the classic indication of “come right this way.”
Jim knew there was no hope of avoiding her like he had been doing for the last hour and backed up one step.
His back was against the wall, in more ways than one way.
He hung his head as he walked slowly around the table and stood next to the diaper, tossed like a gauntlet, on the floor.
He looked up at his now in-charge wife. She pointed down, toward the waiting flannel.
He sighed and sat, adjusting himself until he was sitting directly in the middle of it.
Andrea felt that surge of naughtiness overwhelm her as she saw his naked form laid out on the floor, atop the diaper she had worked so hard over the past hour to put on him.
“Damn, that is SO hot,” she thought.
Then a thought occurred to her and she had to suppress an evil grin.
He looked up at her and noticed the look. He shuddered involuntarily.
“What?” he hesitantly inquired.
She smiled sweetly down at him as she knelt at his feet.
“Nothing, hon. I was just thinking you looked SO cute sitting here on your diaper, waiting for me to fasten it.” Andrea pinched his cheek. “You are SUCH a cute baby.”
He rolled his eyes back as he lay down and she began to fasten the cloth around him. He hoped that this part was going to be over soon, but it was only beginning.
Before actually pinning the fabric, Andrea reached over to the diaper bag and pulled two additional pre-fold diapers out. She grabbed both Jim’s ankles, lifted his bum off the first diaper and slid the others in place.
Jim knew better than to say anything. He lay quietly, try not to think about how difficult it was going to be, trying to walk double-diapered, not realizing that he would indeed be triple-diapered.
Andrea mentally noted his compliance and reached for the bag once more. She removed a new tube of ointment and twisted off the cap.
As she began to apply the thick paste, she kept a close watch on Jim’s little face, for his reaction.
Jim, for his part, was doing his best NOT to show his increasing alarm. He kept his emotions in check as he felt the coolness of the cream cover his genitals. He was about to open his eyes and question her when she stopped. He relaxed slightly.
Andy, at that moment, was squeezing the remainder of the entire tube onto the diaper fabric between his knees, holding back an audible giggle. Once that task was complete, she took out the baby powder and began to smother his groin with it.
Once he was totally slavered in the mess to her satisfaction, she brought the massive bulk up between his legs and pressed the huge globs into one mass, oozing all over his crotch and spreading between his butt cheeks.
She pressed the bulk slightly, making sure he felt it squishing against his skin. He opened one eye and glanced at her. His wife smiled sweetly, innocently, at him as she pinned the huge bulk on him.
He closed his eyes again and groaned. This was going to be a LONG day.
...
The sedan pulled smoothly to a stop at the curb, the tire gently bouncing the car back as the emergency brake was applied. More than a few eyes watched the young, well-dressed woman hop out of the driver’s seat and walk to the meter. She carefully searched her purse and placed 2 quarters in the slot, turned and walked to the back of the car.
She hummed quietly to herself as she opened the trunk, pulled the framework of a stroller from its depths and place it on the concrete. Most of those watching lost interest at this point. Those that remained watched as she opened the rear door and removed a car seat and snapped it into place on the stroller. They were rewarded with one more glimpse of her bending over as she retrieved a diaper bag from inside the vehicle and closed the door.
She carefully wheeled the stroller to the curb, pulled back to lift the front wheels up and over the edge and pushed headed up the sidewalk. She held her key ring over her shoulder as she walked away and did not even turn her head as her headlights blinked and the horn honked a short burst.
An extra wiggle in the hips, just for their benefit, kept the last of the lusty eyes glued to her form until she walked up the ramp of the county courthouse and entered the building.
...
It had been a long, difficult drive for Jim. Strapped into the car seat, watching the scenery go past through the back window, he was grilled on how he would act inside the courthouse.
The longer the drive progressed, the more things were discussed. How he would walk, talk and act. Andrea had made absolutely sure that little Jim knew exactly how he was required to act while the court proceedings progressed.
While most of the items on her checklist were things he had already “learned”, some still came as a surprise.
“You can only talk as an adult to the lawyer, dear,” she said over her shoulder. “The reason we need to get this hearing out of the way is for your own good. No reporters and no publicity, right?”
Jim nodded his head, not that his wife could hear it. His mind was on another matter at the moment.
“Did you fall asleep dear?”
“NO!” Jim growled back. “I just…wet in the diaper.” He grimaced as he admitted what was going on.
“That is just PERFECT, honey. And remember, it is YOUR diaper. See, no one will be able to deny you are as much an infant in mind as in size. You are making me SO proud.
“Here we are at the courthouse. Remember what you need to do. Mommy will take care of the rest.”
Jim sank back deeper into the infant carrier, repulsed by the feelings he was unable to escape.
With a slight bump, the stroller entered the elevator. Andrea pushed the button for the 4th floor, situated herself near a side wall, and then smiled at the two other riders for the trip up.
A young couple, probably early twenties, held hands as they watched the lights move from G to 2. She noted they had pushed the button for the 3rd floor.
“How old is your baby?” asked the woman.
“Almost a year,” answered Andrea smoothly.
The light changed from 2 to 3 and the bell chimed.
The young woman looked longingly at Jim in the stroller, then at her partner.
“Someday that will be me, right dear?”
He answered with a devious grin as the doors lid open.
“Hopefully very soon.”
She gave him a weak punch in the arm as they exited the elevator. They both seemed in a great mood. As the doors slid closed behind them, Andrea noticed the office directly across the hall from the elevator.
County Clerk – Marriage Licenses
Jim just rolled his eyes.
The 4th floor was completely empty. They rolled silently down past a few doors and came to one marked “Consulting”.
Andrea knocked, turned the stroller around, and backed into the room, holding the door open long enough for the stroller to get inside.
“OK Mr. Miller, in this room you may talk normally.”
He knew that voice. All too well. As the stroller spun around, he came face to face with….Grace.
The young Hispanic woman sat at the small table, dressed to the nines in a smart business suit. Jim glanced around cautiously.
“If you are looking for your playmate, Tonya is at home with her grandmother today,”
Grace smiled as Jim looked slightly more relaxed.
“Unless you’re hungry…?”
Jim’s face turned bright red, bringing giggles from both women.
Andrea rolled the stroller up close to Grace’s chair and sat in a chair on the other side of him.
Grace looked down at Jim, still in his infant carrier, locked into the stroller.
“Oh Andrea, let him out. He looks so helpless in that carrier, just like a trapped little baby.”
Andrea caught her eye as she leaned down, giving her a wink. She released Jim and picked him up. Jim was set down in the middle of the table amid a small stack of paperwork.
“Did I tell you that Grace is an attorney, darling? She is going to make your case before the judge.”
“Great”, he replied, half-heartedly.
Jim sullenly looked at the pair of huge women and said nothing. He was more than aware that it was useless to attempt to take control of the situation, so he resigned himself to once again being the “controlled” one.
With nothing else to do, he began to look at the pile of legal documents strewn across the table on which he sat.
Both women noticed this at the same time.
Andrea quickly picked him up and set him on her lap, facing her.
“I think he IS hungry, actually,” she said with a snicker. She looked past her tiny babied husband toward Grace with a wink.
He groaned and vainly struggled to get away from her grip as she turned him toward Grace to watch. Grace nodded and slowly removed her suit jacket, then unbuttoned her blouse. He watched in complete fascination as she pulled the left side open and deftly flipped the cup open on her nursing bra. He could see small droplets of milk beginning to show on her taut nipple.
He knew what was coming next and just went limp as he was handed from one woman to the other. Meekly he lay in her lap and dutifully took the teat in his mouth and began to nurse.
Grace sighed a little, patted his bottom a bit and returned to talking with Andrea. They went over papers and Andrea signed where Grace indicated.
Jim was in no position to see anything that was going on.
“All rise!”
Jim was in his infant carrier again. The court room was almost empty. The only additional people in the room was Dr Berk, the bailiff and court clerk.
They all stood as a woman in black robes entered and stood at the bench.
“The honorable Judge Doris Granger presiding.”
Jim let out an audible gasp as he came face to face once again with matronly woman from the church.
Doris looked once again at the tiny man nestled among the blankets in the carrier. She thought for a moment, then spoke.
“Counselor, the requests we have here are most unusual. Could you approach the bench?”
Grace walked up and she and the judge talked in quiet tones for a few minutes. Jim looked up at Andy and she laid a gentle finger over his lips, hushing him.
Grace returned to the table and sat, not looking at Andy or Jim. She sat very still and waited for Doris to continue.
Judge Granger once again turned her attention to Jim. Her look made him nervous and he tried to sink deeper into the car seat.
“Could someone please bring the plaintiff to the bench?”
Jim felt his heart pound as he was lifted by Andrea and carried over to the judge. In a quiet, kind and firm voice she spoke to the trembling man.
“I understand that you are in agreement to the necessity of what is about to transpire, James Miller. I am giving you one last opportunity to speak. All the documents are present and in good order to make you effectively disappear. I know it will be a change, but it will afford you a chance to live out of the public eye and without fear of exposure.
“I have seen you act the part of a baby with my own eyes and you are very good at it. I think that the people around you are doing what is right for you. Mrs. Miller, your counselor and your physician are about to present your case, but I wanted to give you the first chance to defend yourself.
“I have been told you are 31 years of age and of sound mind…although of diminished body.”
She looked him up and down slowly, here eyes stopping for a moment on the bulk between his legs.
“The last time I saw you, you were dressed as a girl and sleeping in your food.”
She giggled slightly but quickly recomposed herself.
“If you have a last request to stop my moving on this, please speak now.”
The entire thing was so overwhelming to Jim that he was speechless. He was not ready to speak to a judge, much less a woman that he had been playing the part of “baby” in front of on numerous occasions.
He said nothing.
“Very well, we shall proceed,” Doris announced.
Jim could sense relief from Andy. She carried him back to the table and set his carrier atop it facing the bench. He turned his head toward as she unexpectedly slipped a pacifier in his mouth. She smiled down at him, then turned away to monitor the court room.
He sat, slowly feeling his heart rate go back toward normal as he listened intently.
“You may proceed, Counselor,” said Judge Doris.
Grace rose and began to tell the court about the tragic results of the experimental procedure that had bee done on Jim. She droned on and on about medical details and developmental studies.
At the same time, Jim was feeling oddly calm. He lay, trying to feel part of what was happening but his body felt…heavy. He sucked more on the pacifier, which was not the normal type Andrea had been making him take.
And it tasted odd, like a medicine.
He tried to lift his hand to take it out and look at it, but it would not move. He began to panic as he tried to do the same with the other arm or his legs.
He was paralyzed.
Frantically his mind worked, trying to work out what was going on.
Andrea noticed and pulled the pacifier out. She held it in front of him, showing him the little reservoir now only partly full of a dull brown liquid. She just smiled quietly as she saw his jaw slowly drop open. He was unable to close it again.
He lay helplessly as Grace presented her case.
He wanted to scream as she told how he had been regressed to the age of 9 months by the accident.
He could not tell them his side of the story as she told how not only had she had to bathe and change him like a baby, he had also gone so far as to breastfeed. She added that he had even nursed that very morning before court had begun.
Inside Jim frantically attempted to give his side of the story as video tape was shown of Marge changing his diaper.
The tape started with her saying “Would the little baby like some ointment for their bottom?”
He saw himself lying on the changing table as she smeared goop on his tiny penis. Him laying there playing with his fingers was very convincing. Unable to comment or anything, he lay watching helplessly as they played the tape. It ended as Jim played with floating particles as she powdered him.
Jim could not even make noises as he helplessly lay there. Andrea leaned down and whispered in his ear that he may as well enjoy the show because the anesthetic would not wear off for a while. She informed him he would not be able to move or speak for at least 4 hours
Jim would have trembled…had he been capable of moving.
He heard the case as Grace made it. He watched with rapt attention as he was described as a baby, and infant and that his safety was at risk. Finally she finished and sat down. His eyes followed her, but she did not look at him.
“It is the ruling of this court,” began the judge, “that the plaintiff is indeed in a situation that requires unusual action. I am going to grant these motions as presented.”
Jim, unable to move, lay intently watching.
She continued, “James Allen Miller is hereby proclaimed dead, having been the victim of unintentional circumstances from medical techniques. “
There was complete silence in the room, apart from the ticking of the court reporter as she noted what was said.
Jim felt a growing sense of worry. He had not planned on winding up dead.
“This leaves us with the dilemma of what is obviously a living person that does not at this time either exist or have any identification. I am creating a new birth certificate for that person, thereby creating a new identity.”
Doris looked down from the bench at the Jim. He knew she was watching for his reaction, but he was unable to give any indication that he was terrified at her next words.
“I am signing this birth certificate for Jamie Elaine Berk, female, and posting the date for 9 months previous to today. This document will be updated every 6 months in order to keep the age on file the same as the apparent age of the child”
Jim’s head was reeling. He had just been recorded as being a nine month old baby. Forever? BABY GIRL? What last name?
His slack jaw revealed nothing of the inner turmoil and frustration he was experiencing. Fight as he might, the drugs in his body kept him immobile and apparently in total agreement with what were happening.
“And as it is in the best interest of the child that SHE has both a mother and a father, I am signing this marriage certificate for the union of Jerry Berk and Andrea Miller.
“These records are to be sealed and only opened by direct order of this court.”
Judge Doris Granger dropped her gavel.
“Case closed”
Andrea jumped up from her seat.
“YES!”
She ran past Jim and out of his sight. He could hear shuffling then the sounds of…kissing!
“Oh god no please,” he thought. Unable to move he endured the misery of his condition.
Grace smiled at him, quietly collected the paperwork she had on the table. She then lifted the carrier and prepared to leave, but was stopped by Andrea, who peered down into the carrier at Jim.
“I know you can hear me darling. Grace is going to take you home now. You play nice with Tonya till we get back…from our honeymoon! Maybe when we get back, we will be able to tell you you are going to have a baby brother or sister.”
She motioned for Grace to go.
As he was carried away, he finally had a view of his former wife, now mother, as she again kissed her new husband. Dr Berk. They both turned and waved as he turned the corner and disappeared from sight.
The realization was just settling in. He was going to be babied for the rest of his life. They had planned the entire thing perfectly.
Except for one thing.
He was able to scream after only 2 and a half hours.
The End…probably