The trip to the hospital was uneventful, I stared out of the side window silently as I watched the world speed by. I was taken to a locked ward where I was locked into a private room after reliving me of my clothes. It was humiliating. I was forced to disrobe in front of a nurse who I could have sworn was hiding a smile when she saw my wet diapers. She told me to sit on the chair while she got something for me to wear. When she came back I saw that she had a stack of disposable diapers in hand. She made me lay on the bed so she could change and put a hospital gown on me.
The details after that are hazy to me, I guess the doctor wasn’t wrong about what the drugs and the ECT treatments would do to my memory. My next clear memory is being in the doctor’s office dressed in street clothes. He was giving me an injection in my arm to reduce my sex drive. I remember thinking that I couldn’t remember anything about my treatments, only that I thought it was ridiculous for a grown man to have to wear diapers and I was glad Pauline had made me go into the e associated with ECT treatments. I was nervous about my performance, but my notes and my team carried the day and we built the first prototype for testing.
Pauline was right, I deserved to be treated like a baby! The treatments had only been temporary, I would spend the rest of my life in diapers pooping and peeing like a one year old. I awoke in my bedroom with a wet and dirty diaper as I expected I would. My world had collapsed around me. The only bright spot in my life had been work, but now that was gone. Pauline would dominate every aspect of my life from now on. I cried in frustration when I thought about what I had lost; my job, my dignity, my freedom, even my wife. All I had now was a mommy who had loved me once as a man, but now cared for me as her adult baby. My life was laid out for me in a boundless vista upon which were strewn heaps of dirty diapers and empty formula bottles to the limits of sight. I would measure time not by the calendar, but by my feedings and naps. My cries became wails of torment when I realized that mental regression was inevitable for me. One month, perhaps two would be all I had before my mind retreated back into the serene contentment of infancy. I was doomed by my fate as certainly as Gina had been by my infernal machine.
The door opened and Pauline came in to change my diaper. She made soothing, mothering noises over me as she cleaned me up and put a fresh diaper on me. I blubbered incoherently as she slipped a t-shirt over my head and pulled my arms through the short sleeves. When she finished dressing me, she pulled me up to a sitting position on the bed and sat down beside me. Pauline pulled me to her breast and hugged me to her comfortingly, stroking the back of my head and murmuring motherly endearments into my ears. I held unto her desperately, babbling my love for my mommy. She took a kleenex from her pocket and helped me blow my nose before she tenderly dried my tears. She helped me out of bed and ng capacitors bore into me and alerted me that something was wrong. I was in the machine! What was Pauline doing? I started to scream, “Pauline, please…Nooooo”. The lights in the room flickered and……..
The world had changed before my eyes, everything was huge and terrifying. I felt trapped in the tent-like clothes that swaddled my body. I started to cry in fright. Pauline turned off the machine and ran to my side. She quickly untangled me from the clothes I had been wearing only a few minutes before. I quieted immediately as she pulled a folded diaper from her back pocket and laid me on my back. I marveled at how easily she was able to pick up my feet and slip the diaper under me. I hadn’t realized how strong she was before. Thirty seconds later she had fastened me securely into my diaper and was picking me up to ride on her hip. I put my hand on her breast as was surprised that I couldn’t cup my hand over it like I used to, my hand had become tiny. “Ohhhh,” I thought, “that’s how she can pick me up. I’ve gotten smaller, a lot smaller.”
She knelt down and folded my clothes into a loose bundle with her free hand, then picked them up. Pauline turned out the lights behind her and locked the door as we left the lab. When we reached the car, she unlocked the trunk and took out the auto seat she had bought for Gina. She sat me on the floor of the car while she wrestled the seat into position and buckled it in place. Then she picked me up and sat me in the infant seat. I was surprised at how comfortable it was, the padding allowed my to rest my head against the side and watch as she pulled the strap up between my legs and connect it with the shoulder straps. Then she tightened the straps against my body and took my pacifier out of her pocket and put it in my mouth. I looked at the world in renewed wonder as the cars and streets passed by my window. Presently I became sleepy and drifted off to sleep.
I woke up sitting in a grocery cart facing my mommy. She went to the baby aisle and began filling the cart with supplies; diapers, babywipes, baby food, extra bottles and formula rapidly filled the cart in front of me. To my intense delight, she bought