Thomas’s head dropped to his chest as her words wounded his soul. She was right. He was less than nothing. He had never earned the right to call himself a man. He was and had been an infant at heart all of his life. Bitter tears of acceptance of his absolute lack of moral character rolled down his cheeks.
Mary could see that she had him on the ropes, knowing that it would only take a few more well chosen remarks to reduce his adult mind to its proper state of submission. In her mind, he was less than a limp-wristed, effeminate, panty-waisted male, at least homosexuals had the strength and character to act like adults. The poor imitation of a male who sat before her had deliberately made himself a permanent infant. She intended to make him comprehend in the most graphic terms possible that his social position had fallen from the respectable rank of husband/provider to the lowest rank possible for a human; for the next ten years, his station in life would be that of helpless babbling infant under a woman’s care. She was still livid about the loss of her husband and wanted to make him pay for his foolishness in spades! “Would you crawl on the floor at my feet, Baby?”, she asked in an attempt to get him to agree to completely humiliate himself in front of her by groveling abjectly at her feet.
He nodded again, but less vigorously.
“Good,” she said with a smile of superiority, “because you’re going to get the opportunity to crawl on your belly like a helpless infant wearing nothing but a tight little cloth diaper to show off your cute little tush in front of my video camera. When you’ve gurgled, bubbled and sucked on enough baby toys to establish how infantile you’ve become, I’ll come over and turn you over so you can lay on your back on the carpet. Then I’ll put a ba-ba full of nice, warm baby formula in your hands and let you nurse on the nipple while you kick your cute little feet in the air in delight. You’ll look darling when a big yellow stain of pee-pee appears on the white cotton diaper between your legs while you nurse on your ba-ba! When you finish your formula, I’ll come over and sit you on a nice waterproof plastic playpad while I burp you! I’ll even turn up the microphone volume on the camera so no one will miss your baby belch.
Won’t that be fun? Then I’ll set you down on all fours to play on the pad with your baby toys until you’ve made a nice poopy in your dydees for Aunt Mary. Then she’ll lay you on your back again and slowly unpin your diapers in front of the camera so everyone will see what a mess you’ve made of yourself. Aunt Mary will tickle you on the side to make you giggle as she drops the dirty dydee to the pad between your legs so everyone will know how much you enjoy wallowing in your turds and pee. Then she’ll get your sweet little bottom all nice and clean again while she talks babytalk to you and you babble back at her with a sweet rosebud smile on your face. When she’s done, she’ll get up to fetch a clean cloth diaper for you. When I do, I’m going to zoom down on your crotch with the video camera so everyone can see what a tiny little pee-pee you gave yourself in exchange for your manhood. Then I’ll come back and rediaper you while you make cute cooing noises of pleasure. For the finale, I’ll do a closeup of your face as I blow on your tummy with my lips and make you chuckle with delight! And since you’ll be so adorable, I’m going to share your charms with everyone!
Once the formula hits the market, I’m going to show the video tape to ALL of our friends so they can see for themselves what a baby you’ve become! Who knows? Maybe I’ll send the tape to “America’s Funniest Home Videos” and win a prize! On the other hand, the tape will have historical value that may make it worth more than the prize money. I guess I’ll have to hire an agent to sell the video for me. Just think, you’ll be a star! Think of how big an audience that a video of the world’s most famous scientist creeping on the floor on all fours and shitting in his pants like an infant would draw! Hmm, I think I’ll zoom in on your face just at the right moment so the entire world will see you drooling in ecstasy while you take a dump in your dydees. Little Tommy would like everyone to see what an adorable baby he turned himself into, wouldn’t he? I could make millions from the tape alone, do you realize that?”
Thomas whimpered in fear. He knew that she was serious and would do exactly as she said. After he grew up again, the world would know his secret. If he was very, very lucky, he might be able to hire some woman to be his nanny and take care of him when he grew to old for his mother to care for him. Which, given the way his mother had been acting, might be in about forty years.