Rose gently laid Bri-Bri down on his side on the crib mattress, covering him with his blankie and tucking a small teddy bear under his arms. She raised the side of the crib and turned around with David trailing in her wake. As she left the room, she took a pair of diapers from the stack and turned out the light, leaving Howard in the darkness. Although Howard was physically comfortable, his mind writhed in torment over the memories of the previous two weeks that flooded his consciousness. He was becoming an infant. Not just in body, but in thought and deed. Remembrances of crawling on the floor and delighting in sucking on the unusual or odd things he found laying before him weren’t childhood memories that had somehow surfaced in his adult consciousness after many years, they were scenes from his recent past. He could clearly remember peeing all over Anita and giggling over the accident. The memory filled him with shame.
Rose came back in the room and said, “Lay down on the floor, baby boy! Aunt Rose is going to diaper you!”
David’s face turned white as he realized Rose wasn’t kidding. He saw the diapers in her hand and knew that she really intended to diaper him as if he was a baby. “Uhhhh….no thank you, Rose. I think I’ll pass,” David said with a deep crimson blush.
“Shushh, baby,” Rose said, “It’s not for you to decide what’s best for you. Aunt Rose thinks you need some diapers and a little titty. Don’t you want to suck on her titty?”
“Y..Yess,” David stammered up at Rose as a tingle of anticipation crawled up his crotch. The moment had a magickal quality to it as if he had crossed some threshold into a place from which there was no turning back. Rose’s face glowed with an maternal aura that he had never seen before. The prospect of being mothered by her was profoundly seductive.
“Good! Then lay back like a good baby while I find your undies!” Rose said firmly as she pushed him back to lay on the carpet.
David hesitated a moment causing Rose to command firmly, ” Fartik, Bubele! Lay down on your back!”
David lay back on the carpet docilely while the invisible mother-thing hovering in the corner of the living room smiled to herself. The Earth magick was strong in the room that she had graced with her presence so often in the past six months. The etheric residue of her visits had imbued the room with purpose and affected all who entered the room. Rose’s strong maternal instincts had been easy to refocus on her boyfriend and David had not been so far away from infancy that his subconscious had forgotten the contentment of being loved unconditionally. His heritage looking up to a strong mother figure had made it simple for the mother-thing to sway his Id into believing that Rose was his mother. Young minds were so easy to manipulate. They hadn’t worn virtual grooves in their psyches the way adult’s minds usually had. A young mind was so busy rebuilding its opinions and identity from moment-to-moment that it wasn’t terribly difficult to highjack the process and turn it to other ends. That’s why armies normally drafted eighteen-year-olds. Given sufficient guidance and appropriate stimuli, they could be turned into mass murderers for the good of the State. All that need be done was to remove the fragile personality’s sense of individuality and it would look to the nearest source of authority for validation of their identity.
The mother-thing had not been so crass as to destroy David’s sense of individuality. She was more subtle than that. She had merely adjusted his emotional attitudes to that of a nine-month-old infant and manipulated his view of Rose. Rose was the perfect substitute for his mother; he had already formed an emotional attachment to her and the normal process of emotional transference could be used to center his attachment on her rather than his biological mother. She had discovered old memories and wounds that harbored his original personality profile that he had had as an infant. The damage to his Id had been walled-off, sealing the emotional energy within until it was released. A few changes here and there and David felt like a baby again. She had even discovered a deep well of anger and resistance over premature attempts at toilet training that could be turned to her ends. The mother-thing chuckled as she released the inhibitions that had made David so shy and retiring throughout his early years. He would love Rose with all his heart and soul from that moment onward. She would be the light of his life, the source of all that was good and nourishing for his body and spirit. She would be his mother. If he acted childish or became incontinent as a consequence of her manipulations, that was a small price to pay for the privilege of knowing perfect love all the days of his life. Unlike the petty changes inflicted by the vagaries of everyday existence, the modifications to David’s personality would not fade with time. David would be Rose’s worshipper until the end of his days.
Rose was even easier to manipulate. Most women see their men as children who need to be nurtured and cared for like helpless infants. Rose had an extremely strong maternal drive that was simple to redirect to her erstwhile lover. A few subtle modifications to the limbic area of Rose’s brain and she would see him as her child. David would not go into the construction industry like his father and lay vast sheets of concrete where trees and grasses now grew. Instead of going to college and becoming a developer or construction engineer as he had planned, he’d stay home where he could be safely cared for by the women who loved him. He wouldn’t suffer. The trust fund left by his multimillionaire father would provide an extremely comfortable life for him and his new wife. It was a small step in the right direction, the mother-thing decided, but David wouldn’t be alone in his first baby steps along his new path. Others would follow until the world was safe for life again. It was the mother-thing’s duty to look after every form of life on the planet; in a sense the living things of the world were her children and she intended to protect them from annihilation that threatened them all.
Within minutes Rose had located his underwear and stuffed them with the disposable diapers she had taken from the nursery. She made him raise his feet in the air as if he was an infant being changed and pulled the padded briefs over his bottom. When she had finished with his underwear, she dressed him in his pants and took him by the hand to the couch. She sat on the couch and made him lie on his back with his head in her lap. Rose presented him with her teat and let him suckle like an infant while she groped the thick padding of his diapered crotch. David began sucking, closing his eyes to the world and the incongruity of an eighteen-year-old nursing at his girlfriend’s tit. He moaned in pleasure and relaxed, letting himself go, thinking about how he would fuck her the next time they got together. Although his thoughts made him horny, his limp penis remained flaccid in his pants. His manhood had had enough exercise that evening and had decided to take a vacation. Suddenly, a warm feeling invaded his reverie as his bladder emptied itself into his pants.
Rose shook her head and said when she saw the growing stain on the front of David’s trousers, “David, Boytchik! Can you hear me? You look so tsetumult! Are you alright?”
David lay on her lap with a beatific expression on his face, causing Rose to say, “Oh, Bubele! What’s happened to you? You’re acting like a pitsele! Answer me!”
He wiggled delightedly and peed a little more in his pants. The dark stain on his trousers became bigger as he whimpered in pleasure. Her face softened as she understood that his mind had somehow regressed as he lay on her lap. “Oh gevae !”, Rose exclaimed, “I was only playing with you. I never mean for you to become a real baby. Now what will I do?”
She looked down at the blank face of the child who’s head lay on her lap and said as a maternal feeling for the helpless teenager came over her, “Nu! I guess mother what always told me about men was right. Men are nothing but big babies! You’ve even wet your pants like one. It’s too bad I don’t have a change of clothing for you. Poor Bubele, you’ll have to wear soggy pants home tonight! What will your poor mother say when she sees you like this?”