Amber suddenly took notice of the messy infant at her feet and terminated the conversation with her boyfriend quickly after inviting him over to Krystyn’s house. The stench had finally reached her nose and she knew that her little charge needed changing immediately. Amber was a bit surprised at the cadence of the infant’s babble; for a just a moment, the emotionality of his utterances sounded as if he was really trying to communicate instead of jabbering meaningless sounds. Of course, the thought was completely ridiculous, she thought, everyone knew that infant’s couldn’t talk or communicate. Little Jimmy’s noises had only sounded like attempts at speech because she had only been listening with half an ear while she was talking to her boyfriend. As an experienced babysitter, she knew that baby babble often sounded like adult speech if one were in another room or there was a another sound source like a TV present. The inadvertent crosstalk between sound sources was the reason that many women thought that their children’s meaningless babblings were their children’s first real attempts at intelligible speech.

Amber had long ago learned to ignore the apparent intelligence of a baby’s jabber and paid no attention to their nonsensical speech no matter how much they sounded like they were trying to talk. After all, she had learned in home economics that babies were only mimicking adult sounds as they learned to speak. She found it a little odd that Krystyn’s little ones always had the cadence and rhythm of adult speech, but Krystyn had explained to her carefully on her second babysitting assignment that her charge’s speech peculiarities were a consequence of the rare disease from which they suffered. Since they had learned to speak a bit before their minds deteriorated and became permanently infantile again, their speech often retained some of the sound patterns they had acquired earlier. It was only infantine blather, she knew and she ignored it as any sensible adult would.

When she bent down to get him out of the playpen, Amber noticed that he had thoroughly messed himself. She shook her head in maternal reproval, saying, “Jim-Jim, Sweetheart, we have got to get you changed immediately! Your diaper positively reeks, did you know that? Come on, Stinkpot! Let’s get you up to the nursery and get you changed before Brad gets here.”

Amber seated him on her hip with one leg in front and the other behind her as she opened the sliding glass door on the patio while leaving the screen closed to air out the room while they were in the nursery. She turned on the overhead fan on high as they left the room to push the pervading reek out through the open patio door. Within minutes, the fetid smell had been forced from the house by the overhead ceiling fan in the family room, making the room livable again.

Amber laid him on the changing table in the nursery and pulled down the front of his diaper as she chuckled and said, “Pee-u! You are a little stinker aren’t you?”.

“I’m glad I got you up here before Brad arrived,” she said with a giggle, “I don’t mind babies’ little stinkies, but I think Brad would find the smell of your diaper a definite turn off!”

She grasped his ankles with one hand and lifted his legs so she could use the relatively clean (but soggy) front of his diaper to wipe the worst of the mess from his bottom before she finished the job with a baby wipe. Andrew gazed up at his ankles being held firmly in the grip of her soft feminine hand as she kept his legs aloft. He took his hand and brought it close to his face for inspection; with a small start, he realized just how tiny his hand was in comparison to hers. He looked back at her hand once again and noticed that Amber’s fingernails weren’t painted although they were neatly trimmed and clean. His gaze drifted up to her face and he comprehended how simple and unpretentious her beauty was. She didn’t use makeup and her face was clean and blemish free. Her long blonde hair was neatly brushed, giving her the appearance of radiant wholesomeness of someone who cared for her body, but was free of any vanity about her appearance. Andrew found her unadorned loveliness terribly attractive.

Once she had him clean, she lowered his legs and tickled him on his tummy while she rubbed his pubes with baby oil. Then she turned him oven on his belly so she could lubricate his behind with the sweet smelling oil. Andrew found her light touch on his crotch and bottom to be highly erotic. He felt his tiny penis become erect as it was forced against the plastic cover of the changing pad she pushed down to massage the oil into the baby soft skin of his bottom. With every gentle shove, Andrew’s penis was rubbed against the clinging surface of the plastic pad, making him even more horny as she worked the oil lovingly into his skin.

When she was done, Amber turned him over again and grasped his ankles again in one hand as she took a diaper from the stack with her other hand. Andrew involuntarily chuckled in glee as she raised his legs again to slip the diaper beneath his bottom. Amber stretched out the wings of the diaper to insure a good fit and opened the tall bottle of Johnson and Johnson’s baby powder that was stored behind the rear rail of the changing station on the dresser. Andrew glanced up at his penis and saw that it was fully erect. True, it was only an inch long at full extent, but there was no doubt in his mind that he was tumescent.

Once Andrew had realized how he had physically reacted to her ministrations, he was mortified. In addition to his aroused condition, he had giggled like a baby. He was acting like an infant! Andrew blushed bright red as she continued to change him. The worst of it was that there was nothing he could do about it. His tiny penis was useless for sex and he had lost any masculine attributes that might have attracted a woman to him. Andrew was struck by the thought that for the rest of his life, the only situation where his private parts would be touched and lovingly lubricated by a woman would be during diaper changes. Andrew almost began crying when he realized that his tiny erections would be the extent of his sexual activities until the day he died. What disheartened him the most was the realization that the only way he could inveigle the single women of the world to fondle and arouse him was to pee and poop in his diaper so they would be forced to change him.

Amber paid no attention to how red her charge’s face had become while she changed him. Little boys often held their breath and made faces while they were changed. She thought nothing of the odd expression of embarrassment on his face. It was consistant with the tiny erection that her charge had gotten when she oiled him. Baby boys’ little pee-pees often became erect when their diapers were changed. Although his expression was a little strange, she discounted it. According to what Krystyn had told her often before, strange expressions along with weird utterances were just another oddity of the disease that he suffered from. She dusted his crotch and abdomen lightly with powder, taking the time to massage the soothing corn starch into every crevasse of his skin.

When she had finished, she put the bottle back and opened the jar of vanilla-scented nursery vaseline and scooped a glob out with her fingertip before lifting his legs again and working it between the cheeks of his bottom. Even though she had oiled his behind, she wanted to make extra sure his poop wouldn’t irritate his little bottom and give him diaper rash. Amber wiped the end of her finger on the rear padding of the clean diaper then pulled the front of the diaper up between Jimmy’s legs and taped both sides down securely, making sure to smooth out the wrinkles on both sides so that little Jimmy’s diaper would be comfortable. She rolled and bundled the dirty diaper up into a neat package and picked Jimmy up to hold him to her chest as she dropped the soiled diaper in the plastic pail with the other hand. The entire procedure had taken less than four minutes; Amber was a past master at changing diapers. She picked him up and saddled him on her right hip as she cupped his bottom in the full breadth of her right hand so she could carry him easily down the stairs and back to the family room.

As they prepared to go down the stairs, Andrew’s nostrils were insinuated with the combined perfumes of the baby powder she had applied to his bottom, the strong powder fragrance of the disposable and the delicate touch of ultra-feminine cologne that Amber wore behind her ears. Krystyn stopped at the landing and quickly maneuvered him around her waist towards the front so that she could free up her right hand to grip the railing of the banister for safety. She held him securely to her bosom with her left hand underneath his diaper supporting his weight while allowing his head to rest on her shoulder as she carefully descended the steps to the first floor.

For a moment, Andrew’s limited sensory abilities couldn’t discriminate between the two scents. They had combined into a smell that was at the same time innocently sweet and clean as well as incredibly sexually alluring. Halfway down the stairs, he gradually found that that his nose’s close proximity to the source of her perfume beneath her ears her as she hugged him to her chest allowed him to separate his own overpoweringly sweet aroma from Krystyn’s subtly spicy and erotically enticing “eau de femme fatale”. He had been in a Mall at Christmas shopping for a small gift for his next door neighbor six months before and a saleswoman at the perfume counter had allowed him to sample several scents intended for the feminine market; he was positive that the attractive scent that Krystyn was wearing was the same perfume he had chosen for his neighbor. He wasn’t sure, but he vaguely remembered that the name of the fragrance had been called “Ici” by the saleswoman. The effect on his adult consciousness was mind-boggling.

Andrew’s mind swum with the lightheadedness of male sexual arousal after his adult brain separated the intoxicating bouquet of her perfume from slightly sweet nursery fragrance of his diaper and baby powder. As she stepped down each stair, her tightly bound breasts jiggled against his naked chest, rubbing him with her nipples and making him want to moan in ecstasy from her the nearness of her exquisite body. Unfortunately, (Or perhaps fortunately, considering his unhappy inability to develop the relationship into anything other than babysitter and helpless tot.) his tiny infantile penis was disconnected from his encapsulated adult centers of arousal and it remained completely flaccid even though the warmth from her encompassing hand on his bottom and the sexual stimulation from being rubbed in his face with her nipples made his adult mind extremely horny. The sensation of being cuddled next to her abundant bosom while having his entire bottom being simultaneously contained within the palm of her hand was indescribable. His tiny fists clutched the edges of her blouse next to the buttons and kneaded themselves in unfulfilled desire as she descended the stair and walked from the first floor landing. When she returned to the family room, Amber tenderly disengaged his fingers from her blouse and gently sat him in the playpen while she got things ready for Brad’s arrival. Brad only lived about twenty minutes from Krystyn’s house and she wanted to have everything in place and ready for him when he arrived.

Amber went through the tapes that were stored in the converted armoire that stood beside the TV instead of wasting her time with the lock on the liquor cabinet. She didn’t really want to give Brad any alcohol in any case. The last boyfriend she had plied with liquor had almost gotten out of control. The entire incident had left a bad taste in Amber’s mouth and left her with dark memories about the usefulness of alcohol to control a man. Not that she had taken any for herself aside from the tiniest sip from her boyfriend’s glass. Amber had managed before to steal some of Krystyn’s hard liquor out of her cabinet and replace the small amounts she had taken out of each bottle with tap water. Somehow Krystyn had gotten wise to her and made sure she couldn’t get into the cabinet again.

As far as Amber was concerned, it was just as well. She quickly found a movie and went to the pantry to find the microwave popcorn. Her mother had taught her at an early age that men were more easily handled if they had a full stomach. Brad was the captain of the school’s football team and thought highly of himself. He also had a reputation for a sex drive that wouldn’t quit. Amber knew that the only chance she had of controlling him was to divert him with snacks until his physical urges were somewhat sated with food. Then he would fall under her control in the usual fashion. As far as she was concerned, men were merely overgrown infants who had two things on their mind; food and sex. Once one of their urges was sated, the other became amenable to control. She used the same tactics on the babies she sat with; if they wanted to be held and she was busy, she gave them a their bottle. If they had already been fed, then a pacifier was in order. Amber didn’t need to know that both sex and food raised serotonin levels in the brain and made males sleepy and amenable to her wiles. She only knew what had worked for her in the past and continued to use a technique that women had used successfully since the dawn of time.