After lunch, everyone was sleepy, including the Daycare workers. They tucked each infant in his or her crib and made them comfortable while the melodious strains of lullabies from the Daycare’s sound system filled the room on que. Within minutes, the nursery echoed softly with the barely discernable snores of somnolent thumb-sucking infants. Two of the attendants took naps themselves in the large rocking chairs positioned at opposite sides of the room while the other two workers stood watch. After thirty minutes or so, the sleeping attendants were awoken and took up watch over the babies while the other two workers took their places in the rocking chairs to take their own naps. After two o’clock, the babies began to waken and the nursery took on life again. Diapers were changed, hungry infants were given bottles and changed again shortly thereafter. The sound system played light, bouncy Disney-style music as the infants renewed their round of play, pee and poop.
Andrew’s sense of embarrassment was dulled by the slowness and monotony that the afternoon brought. If any of the workers had pointed out his wet or messy diapers as a special case, he’d have been mortified. As it was, he was just another infant to be processed in the time-honored tradition of women; he was cleaned up, then put in dry diapers and allowed to rejoin his drooling comrades to creep on the carpet. They played in each other’s presence without a hint rancor for an hour, barely acknowledging each other’s existence before the afternoon bottles were brought out to be suckled and a new round of diaper changing began before the next nap. The lassitude of inaction had lulled everyone’s minds into a trance-like condition of non-thought. The lids of Andrew’s eyes were pulled closed by the first strains of the , he cringed and hid his head in the hollow of between her neck and shoulder. She told Krystyn that they had discovered that his programming had not been complete and the workers had subjected him to the full routine which Krystyn had ordered for all of her babies. Krystyn laughed when Gail told him of how he had been caught when he refused the spit-covered teething ring and how nauseated he had looked when the ring was forced into his mouth over his protestations. She continued her story by telling Kystyn how he had leered at her breasts and gave Krystyn a synopsis of the fantasy night she had proposed for little Jimmy and his consequent shame-faced countenance. Krystyn chuckled in delight at the tale while Andrew buried his burning cheeks even deeper into the nape of her neck in embarrassment. When Gail told her that from the attendants’ unobtrusive observations of him during his stay in the nursery, Jimmy had seemed to accept his fate even though he still had an adult mentality. Gail told Krystyn that towards the end of the day he had behaved as if he had given up all pretence of thinking like an adult and had started behaving like the other infants in the Daycare’s nursery.
“Soooo,” Krystyn said down to Andrew with a derisive tone, “Little Jimmy was faking after all! I should have known. All men are liars at heart. Well…from the sound of it, you’ve learned your lesson here. Just wait until you see the babysitter I have lined up for you! Once she gets finished with you, your psyche will be as differentiated and interesting as the overboiled homeopathic pap the Daycare feeds its babies for breakfast.” She rapped him lightly on his forehead with the second joint of her knuckled index finger to make her point as she chuckled, “Instead of having the semi-educated, sophomoric brain of a college student, your noggin will be filled with bland creamed oatmeal as befits a baby.”
Krystyn laughed again and said patronizingly as she patted the top of his head with head with four fingers of her hand, “Your days of being able to think like an adult are almost over, little Jimmy. Once my special babysitter gets done with you, the only thought in your precious little head will be for your ba-ba! I doubt you’ll even know when you’ve wet or dirtied your diapers!”
Gail chuckled at the thought and smiled as she watched Krystyn carry Jimmy out to the minivan. Krystyn certainly had a way with words. Gail imagined that even if she hadn’t been a witch, Krystyn could have reduced an adult male to psychological infancy with the power of her words alone. The mental image of Krystyn upbraiding a full grown adult man until he wet and messed himself as he tried to gurgle inarticulate apologies for his infantile behavior made Gail smile as she walked back into the nursery. She decided that one day she should try to convince Krystyn to do exactly that to a boyfriend or husband of one of her co-workers just so she could be there and watch the fun. Gail hated men and all they stood for. As far as she was concerned, Krystyn had the right idea. Men should all be reduced to the stature and status of infants that they psychologically truly were. Once men had been rendered intellectually and emotionally powerless, they would become doll-like playthings for women to dress up and control as was only proper.
The utter helplessness of her husband Eddie during her first marriage had soured her on men in general. His mother had been an absolute failure when it came to civilizing her son. He hadn’t even known how to bathe himself properly, much less put down the seat on the toilet. On their wedding night, they had had a flat tire and he been completely baffled by the simple procedure of changing a car’s tire even though she tried to give him instructions on how to proceed. Gail had changed the tire herself, ruining her pristine white wedding dress in the process. He had proved himself helpless in other ways too; when she got him in the bedroom on their wedding night, she discovered that he was a virgin and had no idea of how to make love to a woman. On the second day of her marriage, she realized that she had married a virtual child. If she left him alone, he would starve because he had no idea about how to make a meal for himself. He could no more take care of himself than a Kindergartner could. As a driver, he was dangerous, he never thought ahead and got into the proper lane, but switched at the last minute when he saw the sign that indicated it was forbidden to change lanes. He didn’t know how to put oil in his car or fill the gas tank. He always went to full service stations and put everything on his gasoline charge card.
He couldn’t even operate a microwave oven, for God’s Sake! His personal habits were atrocious; he never wiped himself properly after going to the bathroom or flushed the toilet unless she reminded him. He couldn’t tie his own tie or keep track of the money in his bank account. Bills went unpaid until the utilities threatened to turn them off. In desperation, Gail had taken over all the finances and made him give her his paycheck every payday. Gail put him on a small allowance and got their finances straight in six months. She thought that five dollars a week was an appropriate amount of money for a man who behaved like a four-year-old. In order to reduce their expenses, she took away his car and drove it herself. He pouted for the first six weeks, but he finally accepted the situation passively.
Gail added or changed the car’s oil as necessary and pumped the gas herself at the lower-priced self-serve gas stations to save money. Every day she would shake the sleepy-eyed man awake, get him up from bed, send him to the shower and help dry him off before dressing him. Then she would feed him breakfast before she took him to work. When they arrived each day at his place of work, she would comb his hair a final time before she put his brown lunch bag in hand like a little boy being brought to school by his mother. In the evenings, she would pick him up and take him home to eat a hot home-cooked meal after she had undressed him and put him in a robe until was time to go to sleep.
Although they had sex, it was never up to Gail’s expectations; he was inordinately attracted to her large breasts and spent more time on suckling them than on any other form of foreplay. Although Gail didn’t believe in the old saw about size making a difference in making love, the miniscule size of his testes and penis made sex difficult at best. Since he was barely three inches long at full erection and proportionally as thin, when he did manage to enter her it felt like she was making love to a thirteen year old boy. When he did get down to business, he nearly always ejaculated prematurely after two or three minutes just as an sexually overdriven and underequipped adolescent might do.
Since he absolutely refused to perform cunnilingus, Gail was forced to use a vibrator each time they made love to relieve her sexual tensions. Fortunately for Gail, she grew to like having her nipples sucked and would stroke his immature husband’s hair as he pleasured her in the only way he really could. Oftentimes, Gail would wonder what it would be like to have a real baby at her breast instead of her dependant childish husband. They tried to have a child together but were unsuccessful in their attempts. After the first year, she insisted that they go to a fertility clinic where the cause of their inability to have a baby was diagnosed. Her husband was infertile. She tried to talk him into a sperm implant but failed to convince him that they should have a baby by artificial means.
Gail suspected that he didn’t want a baby that would compete with her attentions and that he really wanted her to continue being his “mother” in lieu of his own. She was depressed by his refusal to accept her solution, but accepted a situation she couldn’t change. Gail spent next the two years of their aborted marriage caring for a man who was little better than a helpless Kindergartner. Frankly, the longer she lived with him, the more she thought she was caring for a superannuated three or four year old rather than an oversized Kindergartner. For one thing, his lack of bodily self-control was less than that of her friends five-year-olds. His clumsiness was unbelievable! Even though he didn’t drink alcoholic beverages, he stumbled around as if was either half drunk or he had just mastered the art of walking.
His manual dexterity was atrocious; he could barely handle a glass of milk without spilling it. He was such a klutz that she made him eat dinner with a beach towel pinned around his neck for a bib while seated in the kitchen. She didn’t dare let him eat on the couch in front of the TV; she would have never gotten the stains out of the upholstery or carpet. He made such a mess when he ate that she bought a thick square of clear vinyl plastic to lay under his dinner chair like baby’s feeding mat to make cleaning the kitchen floor easier after he finished his meals.
She didn’t dare ask him to help with the dishwashing or he would have dropped every dish in the house within the space of a week. She was also appalled at his lack of bowel and bladder control. A Kindergartner could stay dry all day long with fewer accidents per week than he had. He didn’t have problems with his bladder just during the day either, he had even more “accidents” while he slept at night. The back of his underwear was nearly always stained and more than once he wet himself at the end of the day in the car as well as during the night. Tests at the doctors had proven that he didn’t suffer from any treatable disease. He was merely physically and emotionally immature to the extreme.
More than once, she thought of putting him in diapers each night after he got home to cut down on the soiled underwear. Unfortunately, that resolution would have forced her to wash her husband’s dirty diapers every day and would have raised their laundry costs. They couldn’t afford the extra detergent and borax to presoak and wash thick adult diapers nor could they afford the expense of putting him in adult cloth diapers on his miniscule salary. When she called a hospital supply company to inquire the price of cloth diapers were that would fit her husband, she discovered that adult diapers were horribly expensive. She had looked at the packages of adult briefs at the grocery store and had decided that disposables were simply out of the question. His income couldn’t support the cost of putting him in disposable diapers every night. She sighed heavily at the time and went on washing his dirty laundry. The best she could do was to put a towel under him while he slept and have a plastic mattress protector on the bed. After washing almost half a thousand pairs of brown-streaked underwear and wet towels, she had called it quits in the second year and divorced him.
Gail had gravitated to her female friends and had found solace in Becky’s Coven. She soon discovered that she’d rather sleep with an intelligent, caring mature woman rather than an infantile, dependant man and had abandoned the search for a husband entirely. Strangely, the maternal instinct that had carried her through the years of her marriage began manifesting itself as the desire to have a child of her own reared its head. Becky had suggested that she take a supervisory position in the Daycare Center that was owned by a friend of hers and she had worked there ever since. Taking care of the babies had proved an adequate substitute for bearing a baby and Gail was happy. While the money wasn’t great, the opportunity to humiliate Krystyn’s charges and her witch co-worker’s male paramours gave her a great deal of personal satisfaction. She envisioned each adult male that had been enchanted as her ex-husband and lavished the humiliation and condescension on each and every one of them that she wished upon her ex-husband. In her mind’s eye, she was giving the proxies for her ex-husband the well deserved treatment that she’d have given him had she been blessed with the opportunity to get him totally under her power in the Daycare’s nursery. She loved showing the changed men what little babies they really were.
Krystyn took Andrew home and remanded him to the safety of his dark nursery. After his traumatic experiences during his first day in the Daycare Center, Andrew was almost pleased to find himself securely pent-in behind the high-railed crib of the nursery. The towering railings had become not an obstacle to be overcome and escaped, but tall protective grating of a comfortable heavy wooden redoubt where he could repose in relaxation and shut out the world in the serene slumber of an infant. The nursery which had been so initially foreboding had finally become a place of refuge against a huge and hostile world.
Andrew clutched the soft, fluffy blankie with his tiny, fat fingers and drew it up to his chest protectively while he sucked on the orthodontic pacifier that Krystyn had stuck in his mouth as she tucked him in his crib. After a few minutes, the relaxing rhythmic motion of his tongue and cheeks gave him an oral feeling of reassurance that everything would be alright. As his eyelids drooped down for the night as he began to drift off to sleep, he tried to lift his sagging spirits and encourage himself by thinking, “Tomorrow will be a better day”.
The next day went pretty much the same as all other days at Krystyn’s house: Andrew’s diaper was changed and the was allowed to creep on the floor on all fours at Krysyn’s feet most of the day. Every time he tried to stand or walk, he was sharply scolded about trying to be more than the infant he was while his little diaper padded bottom was paddled repeatedly with the palm of Krystyn’s hand. Once she had reduced him to humiliated tears, she pushed him down to the floor with all of her adult strength to physically force him down to all fours on the carpet at her feet.The first time it happened, he cried loudly, but after that he merely whimpered and accepted his punishment. After two more paddlings by Krystyn, he ceased trying to walk and creeped on his hands and knees as she desired. After his experience at the Daycare Center, Andrew’s will had been almost completely broken. He sucked on his toys like any infant and seemed to enjoy being fed baby food and nursing on his bottle. Krystyn was pleased that Andrew had become so infantile in such a short time…
Amber’s peculiar babysitting proclivities suited Krystyn perfectly. Amber was the epitome of the voluptuous, big-boobed, “Valley-girl”-type dumb blonde with a decidedly twisted taste for cock-teasing and making her numerous boyfriends quiver in expectation of a carnal delight she never gave away. It wasn’t that she was sexually fastidious or moral, she just wanted to maintain the upper hand in the relationship. Since she had the brains of an out-of-season California radish, she had to make do with the resources she had at hand. For that reason, she took care of herself and made herself as attractive as possible without the use of makeup or sexy clothing. She knew instinctively that if she dressed up in sexy clothing or used excessive makeup, her false appearance would be belied by her ineffective intellect and she would seem like a prostitute. Being a pure and natural woman was her best choice given her lack of intellectual resources. Sooner or later, a man rich and powerful enough to deserve the use of her body would turn up. She was saving herself for the day when she would fuck a man so silly that he’d turn the wealth of a financial empire over to her as he knelt at her feet.
Amber had long ago decided to hire financial managers and bankers to multiply the money when it came, knowing that she had no interest in the dreary business of making money. In the meantime, she amused herself with perfecting her techniques in the management of testosterone-driven males. Long before, she had decided that was her true calling in life was changing males’ dirty diapers (both figuratively and literately), controlling their excesses and making them happy that she had taken control of their lives. Let the men build empires, she would find the strongest and rule his puny penis with the power of her sex. Until that day came, she would forego the pleasures of being clumsily bedded by pimply-faced teenagers to assuage their carnal urges. She could handle her unsophisticated classmates by unzipping their pants and skillfully exposing their hardened manhoods. A few minutes of flicking their members with the tip of her tongue had them in sexual ecstasy. Often that and a simple squeeze of their balls was all it took to make them ejaculate. If that didn’t work, she would begin to perform the most skillful fellicio that Krystyn had ever seen. Within minutes, she would have the teenaged boy spurting incontinently all over himself. Then she’d take one of the baby’s diapers and wipe down the front of his trousers. Krystyn loved the embarrassed look on the insecure boy’s faces when she compared their lack of control to her little charge who was always watching Amber’s performance from the sidelines of the playpen.
Krystyn grinned as she recalled the tapes of the boys Amber had had in the family room while she was babysitting. Each time, her subtle seduction of her newest unthinking boytoy was nearly the same, but their looks of horror as Amber compared their messes on their trousers to the wet diaper of the baby in the who looked on from the playpen was slightly different every time. Aside from her lack of intellect and inability to study, Krystyn did note a fatal flaw in Amber’s sexuality. She obviously enjoyed it when one of her toys copped a feel on her breasts while she was going down on them. While Krystyn knew that being felt up was harmless in and of itself, she knew that it would lead to disaster for Amber’s plans later on. After she was finished sating her boyfriends, she would shoo them out of the house and take the baby up to the nursery for a diaper change. Since the majority of Amber’s babysitting jobs involved babies with adult brains and infant bodies, their infantile bodies frequently became confused and they usually wet and/or messed themselves in lieu of ejaculation while they watched Amber cavort on the couch with her current boyfriend. As a rule, the adult-minded infants began to weep the minute they perceived what they had done in front of company. Knowing that babies were used to wet diapers, Amber would ignore them when they wept silently or get up or stick a pacifier in their mouths if they became too loud for her to concentrate on pleasuring her boyfriend. Once she had gotten rid of her boyfriend, she would take the little one up to the nursery to have his diaper changed. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for her little charges, it was just that the teenaged babies she played with were far more dangerous if ignored. Other than that, she took her babysitting duties very seriously indeed.
Once she took them to the nursery to clean their dirty bottoms and had them safety ensconced in a fresh disposable diaper, Amber would treat them to a long suckling session on the rocking chair while she fingered herself to orgasm. In Amber’s defense, she couldn’t help herself; her raging teenaged hormones gave her a powerful sex drive that it took all of her will and intelligence to master. It was to her credit that she would not sleep with her classmates at school. Her sexual frustration gave her a slightly bitchy quirk of teasing her male classmates. Once she was in the privacy of the nursery with a little one, she tended to let herself go. She knew that the little ones she cared for would have no idea of how she felt or what their suckling did to her libido. She also knew as a sage babysitter that her response, although stronger than most, was normal for women. Her erectile nipples only made it easier for the infants to suckle.
What Amber wasn’t aware of was the quasi-infantile state of her charges. Unbeknownst to Amber, the transmogrified men she babysat for Krystyn still retained a part of their adult sexuality in most cases. The psychological impact of dry-nursing Amber’s ample breasts amidst the overpowering rutting smell of a horny woman made most of her charges devolve into complete infancy by the end of the suckling session. If the first babysitting job didn’t do the trick, then Krystyn would hire Amber for a second session. Not a single male had ever remained unchanged after a second evening with Amber. The psychological power of Amber’s pheromones were absolutely phenomenal! Each time Krystyn had her babysit a new charge, she would take the resulting tape of her activities to a Coven meeting for the general entertainment of the members. Everyone laughed uproariously as the men rediscovered their true selves and allowed the infant side of their personalities to pull them back into permanent babyhood. There was not a member of the Coven who didn’t understand the consequences to Amber’s Kismet for her desires and behavior. They had looked into Amber’s future and had seen the exact nature of the doom that awaited her. Since she wasn’t a member of the Coven, it made no difference to them. Everyone met their own fate at the allotted time. Amber was no different from the men that Krystyn changed into infants. Although she cared for her charges deeply, she was too great a dullard to be initiated into the ranks of the those who knew and acted according to their own “enlightened will”.
If Amber had had a bit less interested in men and had had more intelligence than the average garden vegetable, Krystyn would have seen that she would have been made a member of the Coven. As it was, she was only a tool for a member of the group. One day soon she would discover a man who knew how to manipulate her breasts properly while feigning helplessness and it would all be over. She would spread her legs to him and nine months later she would find a baby of her own to simulate her several times a day. Her dreams of wealth and power would be forgotten in the pile of filthy diapers and dirty male underwear that she would spend hours each day washing.
The prediction wasn’t an opinion on Krystyn’s part; she had asked the Coven for a ruling on Amber’s probable fate and the Tarot cards had been eloquent in their description of Amber’s fall from sexual power. Despite her dreams for riches, she would soon fall to the wiles of one of her boyfriends and become a harried housefrau with a wet-bottomed baby on her hip as she made steak and potatoes for dinner for her unappreciative macho husband every night. Within ten years she would become a bedraggled-haired housewife with an enormous butt, a prematurely-lined face that was framed in fat from eating chocolates all day long while watching the soaps on TV in an attempt to fill the emptiness and lovelessness of her life. Her teats would sag like empty sacks from the stress of nursing each of the first two of her three children she until they were the age of three. The oafish, male-chauvinist mechanic who was to be her husband would lose interest in her by the time their second child had been weaned and her looks succumbed to age. He would begin stepping out on her on a regular basis, leaving her alone in her despondency and sexual isolation.
In desperation for love and physical contact with another human, Amber would allow her last child to secretly breast feed at her teats on a daily basis until she was forced to relinquish total control and had to send him Kindergarten at age five. Once her last child became weaned from her teat, she lost her last sexual stimulation other than masturbation. The baby of the family would continue to wet his bed at night until he was eleven-years-old. At the age of six, his father would put his foot down and mandate that little Jeffrey sleep in cloth diapers and plastic pants every night until he was properly potty trained. Although both her son and Amber would object to the use of cloth diapers, her husband would remain firm in his decision. He would tell Amber that as the boy’s mother it had been her job to make sure his son was properly potty trained and that he had no intention of spending money for disposables until his sissy son was of the age of majority and could get a job to buy his own disposable diapers. If his son wanted to spend every night in wet diapers, it was fine with him! As his mother and the person responsible for his son’s social and personal failings, Amber would have to make sure he was appropriately attired in cloth diapers and plastic pants each day when he came home from school.
Amber would spend the next five years washing her baby boy’s flannelette diapers and plastic pants every day and diapering him each night when he came home from school and before he went to sleep. His older brothers would make fun of him and would buy him baby toys for his birthdays and Christmas with their father’s approbation and approval. When he became ten, his father descended to the incredible depth of cruelty by telling his son that he was nothing but a babyish girl. Then he forced his wife to dress his son in frilly pink-laced plastic panties and short, ruffled ”baby-doll” nighties over his diapers before his son went to bed each evening. His father’s gruff justification for his son’s feminization to Amber was that he expected the experience to make his son to rebel and become a real “man”.
The effect on Amber’s youngest boy’s personality would be devastating; he would become shy and withdrawn and would eschew the company of his classmates least they discover his terrible secret. The stress of seeing her baby boy so unhappy would gray Amber’s hair prematurely and chisel deep care lines in her face. As her looks declined, so would her opinion of herself and she would spiral into an acute depression from which she would never recover. Once Amber’s allotment of Karma in her current life had been expiated and her Kismet fulfilled, she would die from a deliberate overdose of Valium and Vodka before her “baby” graduated High School.
Amber’s worn-out physical husk would be buried in a cheap pine box in a small, poorly-tended, weed -choked cemetery. The ceremony would be attended only by the time-worn, grey-haired gravedigger and two members of her family. The scruffy old cemetery worker attended her funeral in the only clothes he had; tattered castoff clothes from the charity bin of a skid-row mission where he caged his evening meals. The only item of value on his person was a rather obvious half-empty pint of cheap whiskey crammed into his back pocket. The only two attending members of her family consisted of her alcoholic, philandering husband and youngest son who had recently discovered that he preferred the sexual company of the gay intellectuals in the school’s Thespian club rather than the manipulative girls he knew at school. From the sour expression on the gravedigger’s face, he wanted the bereaved to say their last goodbyes as quickly as possible so he could fill in the grave and have a quick snort before hurrying over to the mission in time for a free dinner.
Unfortunately for Amber’s son, his horrendous traumatic experiences with his father had frozen his emotional age at puberty and made him enjoy the emotional “rush” of being unmanned, sexually abused and dictated to by older men. He would go from lover to lover, seeking the solace of the loving and understanding father he had never known. If it pleased them, he was happy to put on makeup and dress in the most feminine lingerie and dresses for their pleasure before they flipped him over on his tummy and had their way with his body.
In a few years, her son would be dead at the hands of a serial killer who frequented gay bars and had a taste for effeminate young men who liked to be dominated. Over one hundred gay friends would attend her son’s funeral. Although he would be a poor salesclerk in a men’s clothing shop when he died, his friends would take up a collection for him at the gay bars he frequented and would see that he had a good sendoff to his heavenly reward. His ever-pleasant attitude and concern for others would be missed by his gay comrades. Her husband would follow him into the grave shortly after contracting an acute and fatal case of alcoholic cirrhosis. At the express wish of the man’s surviving sons there was no funeral ceremony for their father. No one would attend his death except the mortician that prepared his body for cremation and disposal. At the time of their father’s demise, the two oldest boys hadn’t spoken to their father for years and “want nothing to do with the drunken authoritarian bastard”, as his eldest son put it to the mortician, “even in death”. He was cremated and his ashes disposed of along with the office trash of the crematorium per his sons’ express directive.
Andrew spent his day in the nursery variously bottle feeding, messing in his diapers and napping as his schedule and needs demanded. Andrew was taken from the nursery to spend a bit of time in the playpen at four o’clock when the doorbell rang. It was Amber, Krystyn’s babysitter of choice.
Krystyn ushered her into the family room and accompanied her over to the playpen to introduce her to little Jimmy. Jimmy was crouched on all fours with spit running down his chin and wearing nothing but a disposable diaper. Baby Jimmy looked up at the comely teenaged girl and gazed in a fit of infantile enchantment. Slobber rolled down his chin and pooled between his hands as the baby looked up at Amber’s face in wonder. Had Andrew been controlling his body instead of his infantine subconscious, he would have drooled in lust instead of his lack of muscular control; Amber was a knockout in her tight-fitting blue jeans. Their well-designed seams criss-crossing the curve of her hips were semi-hidden in the areas of side pockets to make them snuggly hug her shapely derrière. The light and dark blue striped tank-top that she wore over her bra-less breasts exposed the skin of her slim waist as well as her perfectly formed belly button. She was the epitome of a college boy’s wet dream. Amber exuded an aura of feminine innocence and caring that made her irresistible to males of all ages. She was eighteen-years-old with long blonde hair that curled lusciously around her shoulders to frame the face of an earth-bound angel with sea blue eyes. Although her “D” cup sized breasts could not have been said to have made her “overly” endowed, they were still large enough to attract Andrew’s prurient interest. The tight-fitting tank-top she wore over the bare skin of her busts gave her a deep cleavage that promised delights that Andrew had only dreamt of in his most private fantasies.
Evidently, Andrew’s subconscious was as taken with her appearance as Andrew’s adult mind was; as she approached the playpen, he cooed loudly in greeting and laboriously pulled himself up to stand at the side of the playpen to better observe the female presence who had entered the room. Amber had an almost magical ability to charm males whether they were still babes in diapers or the hulking captains of football teams. There was something about her presence that made males melt at the sight of her and drool both figuratively and literally in anticipation of being held or touched by her. She looked down over the railing of the mesh walled playpen and said in a low seductive voice, “Hello, Jimmy! It’s so nice to meet you! Your Auntie is going out tonight so I’ll be taking care of you until she gets home.”
Jimmy’s jaw fell open in awe at the sound of her voice as the tight waistline of his plastic-covered disposable diaper, having been stretched by an hour of crawling on all fours, slid halfway down his plump bottom in salute to her with a ceremonial lowering of his colors in tribute to her sublime presence. She was a dream come true.
Amber turned to Krystyn and said, “Just look at that enchanting smile on his angelic face!” Then she turned back to Jimmy and said, “You are a sweet little thing aren’t you? I think you and I will get along perfectly, don’t you? By the look of you, you’re too young to even talk, aren’t you? That’s okay, Sweetie, Aunt Amber knows just what to do to make little babies like you happy and contented! You and I are going to enjoy each other’s company tonight, aren’t we?”
Jimmy made a gaaaa sound in response as if agreeing with her and she continued with an infectious nod that would compel instant assent from any male, young or old, who saw it and heard her honey-soaked words; “You’re too tiny and adorable for me to call you Jimmy, so I’ll just call you ‘Jim-Jim’. Okay, Sweetheart?”
Krystyn glanced down at Jimmy, seeing him staring glassy-eyed off into space and thought to herself, “I wonder what that funny glazed look on Jimmy’s face means?”
As the infant mind of Jimmy entered a temporary fugue state, Andrew’s adult mind flooded back into his forebrain to reclaim his rightful kingdom. Andrew was momentarily stunned by the switch in control, but after a few seconds he regained stability. He gazed up at the two women discussing their plans for him that evening and cringed at the state of undress he was in before the sexy young woman. He glanced down at himself and saw that his disposable diaper had not been taped as tightly as it should have been; it sagged dangerously on his hips, threatening to fall down and expose his privates at any minute. Andrew thought that it was bad enough that he was forced to expose himself to the lovely teenaged girl wearing nothing but a diaper, but the idea of having it fall down and letting it “all hang out” was humiliating. He hitched at his diaper with one hand to pull it up, but the loose fit of the diaper at his waist only caused the other side to slip further down his hip on the other side. He realized that if he used both hands to hold his diaper up, it would draw attention to him, which was exactly what he was trying to avoid! Andrew gave up, knowing that he had been trapped into a lose-lose situation. He took his hand away from the diaper after pulling it straight across his tummy, having decided it was better to do nothing than aggravate the situation by drawing attention and making a spectacle of himself.
In response to his actions, Andrew’s diaper slipped another inch, promising to become a full disrobement within moments. If it did, Amber would witness the traditional and instinctive salute that every heterosexual male of the human species made in the presence of true femininity. Unbeknownst to Andrew, his little penis had achieved its version of a near-full erection in honor of the pulchritude of the young woman who stood before him.
Amber noticed the slippage of the baby’s diaper and without a word, she began to stoop over the side of the playpen to reposition his diaper. As she bent down, her breasts fell downward out of her half-bra to expose the full munificence of the bounty that they promised. Andrew sighed unconsciously at the sight before him, causing his belly to contract and his diaper to lose its tenuous grip on his tummy. Gravity snatched the diaper from his behind, causing the white banner of infancy to drop to half-mast in surrender to her charms as the disposable diaper settled around his knees. As if to complete the quasi-military courtesy to her womanhood, the tiny bow chaser between his legs brought itself to a position of full, non-threatening elevation. She smiled at his adorable miniature erection as she lifted him from the playpen and knelt down on the floor at his feet with his body draped supine and lengthwise on the carpet before her. Amber unfastened the tapes on the disposable and pulled the front of the diaper down so she could reposition his little bottom on the diaper before refastening it more tightly. Jimmy’s face blushed in embarrassment as she pulled his feet apart to allow the diaper to pass between his thighs. Before she had taken him out of the playpen, just the top of his little pee-pee could be seen from above, but once she spread his legs, his privates were completely exposed to the beautiful stranger. Amber ignored his infant-sized erection and deftly picked up his ankles in one hand while she slide the diaper beneath him and reseated his behind on the diaper as she continued to talk. She had seen erections on both men and babes and was unimpressed by the best exhibitions of either. Andrew’s small subconscious attempt to impress her with his physical prowess was so miniscule as to be beneath notice.
As Amber turned to Krystyn and inquired coyly, “Is he weaned yet? Or is he still on the bottle?”
Andrew’s face turned beet-red with embarrassment at the suggestion as she pulled the diaper up between his legs and refastened the tapes. Then she picked him up again and deposited him back in the playpen whence he came and left him on all fours as she had found him. Andrew’s tiny erection disappeared in disappointment and his latent sexual urge was replaced with another that was more common to humans who possessed bodies his age. The longing for the strange woman had only increased by her handling of his body. His adult mind wanted her to stroke him and make love to him while his infant Id wanted to be cuddled. Instantly a compromise of sorts was reached and instead of ejaculating, his little pee-pee evacuated its bladder in shear pleasure at the memory of her touch. Andrew’s mind was appalled by his body’s reaction to the gorgeous High School Senior. “What is she going to think of me? I’ve peed myself in front of her like an infant!”, he thought miserably.
Andrew dropped his gaze to the plastic mat of the playpen so he wouldn’t have to meet the women’s eyes with his own. His shame at his body’s reaction to Amber’s touch was consummate.
Krystyn grinned at the by-play with Jimmy and thought, “She’s already started. It’s really too bad his mind has already regressed into infancy. I could swear that he looks embarrassed by our discussion!”
Krystyn’s face became serious again as she replied to Amber’s question, “Oh, he can have a few tablespoons of solid food for dinner, but he’s still on infant formula otherwise. You don’t have to worry about feeding him anything but formula tonight if you don’t want to. If you decide to feed him some baby food, there’s a half-empty jar of Gerber puréed peas in the nursery refrigerator. You know where everything is and you have the number of my cell phone if there’s any problem. Here’s the numbers to reach me if I decide to visit a friend’s house. The combination to the front door is at the bottom. Don’t forget to unlock the door if you decide to go outside; the door is spring-loaded and you won’t be able to get back in if you don’t unlock it before you go out.
I’ve left a few diapers on the couch so you don’t have to take him upstairs for a diaper change if he just wets himself. I won’t be back until after twelve o’clock. There’s a frozen pizza in the freezer for you and soft drinks in the refrigerator for your dinner. There’s microwave popcorn and potato chips in the pantry in case you want to make yourself a snack. I bought a pint of onion dip for the potato chips and it’s sitting on the top shelf of the refrigerator in front. You can’t miss it. As for the diapers and baby things, everything is where it usually is. If you get bored, feel free to go through my video tape library in the cabinet by the TV to find a movie to watch. Jimmy’s ostensible bedtime is seven o’clock, but if he’s fretful he can stay up later if you can’t get him to sleep.” Krystyn chuckled and added, “It isn’t as if he has to get up to go to school tomorrow!”
Andrew grimaced at Krystyn’s remark about school. That had been the unkindest cut of all; the next day was scheduled to be his final exam in English. He should have been studying for the exam on the Sunday he went to visit her and had subsequently been entrapped into becoming an infant. If he had been attending his homework for school and had been studying the way he had originally intended that Sunday instead of impulsively gallivanting off to have coffee at Krystyn’s house, this would have never happened.
Amber smiled at the thought of a little baby like Jimmy having to go to school and said to Krystyn, “Okay! If there are any problems I’ll call you. You don’t mind if one of my friends from school comes over to help me study for a test tomorrow in biology, do you? I promise I won’t let him eat you out of house and home! Just the pizza you’ve left me, and maybe the popcorn and chips, okay?”
Krystyn smiled crookedly and replied, “Just for your personal information, the liquor cabinet has got a Yale six-pin tumbler lock on it and I’ve got the only key in my purse. The locksmith who installed it told me that it has mushroom shaped pins that make it almost impossible to pick.”
The witch’s journeyman grinned again at Amber’s protests that they would never attempt to break into her liquor cabinet and said, “I was once your age too, remember? Don’t take it personally. You’re not the only babysitter I’ve had here. Some of them get into everything. I just wanted to make the ground rules clear. Now before I leave I need your friend’s name and phone number just in case anything should happen. As the owner of the house, I’m responsible whether I’m here or not.”
“Okay,” agreed Amber brightly and scribbled her boyfriends name and phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to Krystyn.
Krystyn’s smile became warmer as she absently tucked the slip of paper in a pocket and said, “He’s welcome to the soft drinks in the refrigerator and there’s ice tea mix in the pantry. You can make coffee if you want. There’s cream in the refrigerator. If he won’t drink any of the things I’ve mentioned, then he can have water from the tap. Unless, of course, you want give him….”
“Give him what?”, Amber asked, interested in what might be left.
Krystyn grinned wickedly and said, “The only other thing to drink in the house is baby formula. If he wants formula, than by all means give it to him! But I doubt he’d like that even if you did hold the bottle for him. Well,…That’s everything! Give me a call if you have any problems! Bye!” She leaned down and said to Jimmy, “Bye-bye Jimmy! Can you wave bye-bye for Aunt Krystyn? No?”
Andrew gave her a pouting look and refused to honor her request. It was bad enough that she had turned his body into a baby, but he didn’t have to behave like an infant to please anyone.
Krystyn gave Amber a sad look and said, “He’s a bit slow if you know what I mean.”
Andrew’s mouth dropped open in shock at the blatant lie that Krystyn had told about him. There was nothing wrong with his mind! It was his body that she had changed! If he had been able to control the muscles of his larynx, he’d have defended himself verbally on the spot. As it was, all he could do was utter meaningless syllables and baby noises.
Krystyn shook her head in mock sorrow and said, “His poor mother! No wonder she put him up for private adoption! He’s one of those ‘special’ babies that I specialize in handling, you know. The poor little thing has the same rare congenital condition that all the little boys have that I place with adoptive mothers. The disease makes it impossible for them to mature beyond infancy. I’ve made it my mission in life to find homes for little babies like him. Poor little Jimmy’s mind stopped maturing the moment his body did. Most of the little ones with the same condition mature a little more than Jimmy did before he stopped growing. Remember little Alan? At first he seemed to have the mind of a two-year-old before he started slipping backwards into early infancy. The poor thing’s little body couldn’t support a two-year-old mind in a ten-month-old body and the course of his terrible condition made it inevitable that he’d regress back to his permanent physical age.
But he was a handful while it lasted, wasn’t he? Remember how he got out of the crib and you called me in a panic because he was lost? I had just gotten down the street in my car when you called me on my cell phone. I turned the car around and came home immediately. I was driving up the street, only half a block away from the house when I saw him crawling down the street on all fours just as fast as his little hands and knees would take him. I stopped the car and grabbed him, then strapped him in the baby seat in the back of the car. When I got home, I found the front door wide open. Little Alan had somehow managed to unlock the front door and had gotten out of the house all by himself. After that I went out and bought the expensive heavy oak sleigh crib with sides so high that a four-year-old can’t climb out of it when the rails are raised. The side rail locks are so complex and difficult to unlatch that even an adult couldn’t unfasten the locks from the inside of the crib. Now when I put one of my babies in the nursery’s crib, I’m sure that he’ll never be able to escape like Alan did.”
Amber looked down at the unhappy memory and said, “I’m so sorry that happened. I know I’ve apologized before, but I still feel badly about it. I spent the rest of the night sitting in front of the crib watching him to make sure he wouldn’t get out again. When I think of what could have happened to little Alan, it makes me want to cry. I was surprised that you wanted to hire me as a babysitter after that!”
Krystyn nodded sagely and said in a mollifying tone, “It could have happened to anyone, Amber. It wasn’t your fault. Some babies seem to have the knack for escaping their playpens and cribs. I never blamed you! You never expected Alan to climb out of his crib and crawl down the stairs before getting out the front door. Besides, I threw the deadbolt on the front door myself that night before I left so I know you didn’t leave it open. How Alan got it open with his small stature, tiny hands and infant mind will always be a mystery to me. The pile of coats I found in the hall when I got home with him was at least ten feet from the door, so he couldn’t have used them for a stepstool.
Well, that’s all water under the bridge now. Since I had a carpenter put in a new nursery door with the handle and latch assembly mounted at chest height for an adult, a ten-year-old would have difficulty turning the doorknob and getting out. For added security, I had a button-combination dead bolt put on the front door instead of the single cylinder dead bolt that Alan opened. It opens normally with a key on the outside, but to open it from the inside you have to depress the right sequence of buttons and hold them down while turning the knob to draw back the bolt. The springs on the buttons are much too strong for a little baby’s fingers to hold more than one of them down at the same time. Unless you know the correct combination AND have the finger strength of an adult, it’s impossible to open that lock from the inside. Don’t loose the phone number sheet I gave you, it’s got the only copy of the combination to the front door in the house!”
Krystyn wasn’t about to tell Amber that her hidden cameras had revealed the details of the whole incident on the video tapes that were running while she was gone. Amber had been sitting on the couch talking with one of her boyfriends on the phone when Alan had managed to pull down the coats on the hall hat rack and make a pile tall enough to reach the handle of the deadbolt. After that, he used his entire weight to flip the bolt back and twist the door handle open while pushing on the doorframe with one foot. Once he had the door open, he cleverly pushed the pile of coats over the slick flooring to leave no clue as to the means of his exit. If Krystyn hadn’t had security cameras taping the entire episode, she truly would have never known how he did it. It was a remarkable performance for an adult mind occupying an infant’s body. And thanks to Krystyn’s upgraded security after Alan’s aborted escape, it was never to be repeated.
Krystyn picked up her purse from the couch and blew Jimmy a kiss saying, “I’ll leave you two to get better acquainted. From the way he’s drooling over you, he’s quite taken with you Amber.”
Andrew looked down at his chest and realized that she was right. He was drooling! “Damn this baby body!”, he thought to himself in frustration.
She chuckled merrily and continued in a gently mocking voice before blowing him a kiss from the hallway, “Now Jimmy, remember that Amber is a good girl and I wouldn’t want her to get in trouble. Just because I’m leaving the two of you alone is no reason to think you have a right to get into her pants. I saw how you looked at her tiddies and I know what you’re thinking. If she decides she has to get into YOUR pants for some reason, well, that’s her privilege as your babysitter! Just lay back and enjoy it, little boy. If she decides that it’s best to completely undress you and let you parade around for the night in the altogether, that’s her business! You can’t say a thing about it. As long as you’re confined to your playpen where you can’t make messes on the carpet, I don’t care. Besides, you have nothing to be ashamed of; your little wee-wee isn’t exactly something that would make a woman passionate with desire! Her little finger is twice as big as what passes for your manhood! About the only pleasure you can give a woman aside from watching your cute little tush as you toddle around the room with your thumb in your mouth would be sucking on her tiddies.”
Andrew blushed furiously at her suggestions, hoping that she would leave soon before she said something that completely mortified him.
Amber laughed out loud at Krystyn’s incongruous instructions to her little charge, the way Krystyn talked, you’d have thought that she was lecturing one of her classmates that had somehow been turned into a baby!
Andrew’s cheeks were hot from embarrassment at the condescending tone of Krystyn’s instructions to his “babysitter”. Krystyn was right. There wasn’t anything he could do with an infant’s body to give a woman pleasure other than nurse at her teats. Even if he could control his body enough to do anything, the instincts of his infant body were working against him. Andrew’s eyes glanced down at his feet idly, giving him a quick view of the knuckles of his right hand next to his face. “Oh Jesus!”, he thought to himself, “I’m sucking my thumb in front of Amber!” “What next?”, he asked himself as he continued to suck his thumb.
Krystyn smiled and said gravely, “He looks so sweet sitting there sucking his thumb. I hope his adoptive mother considers breast feeding him for a time. It would give the both of them so much pleasure! It’s a terrible fate to be born and have to live your life as an eternal infant. Aside from peeing and pooping his diapers, he doesn’t have many pleasures to look forward to in life. He’ll never make love to a woman or read a good book. He won’t even learn the pleasures of adult conversation. Maybe his new mother will take pity on him and let him nurse at her breasts for a few years before she gets tired of the bother and puts him on the bottle permanently.”
She knew that Amber would be on the phone to invite one of her boyfriends over the minute she heard the deadbolt slam home. She wasn’t worried about what Amber did in her absence. If she wanted to listen in on the house, all she had to do was dial her home phone and enter a sequence of numbers on the keypad of her cell phone. The phones in the nursery bathroom and family room had had an extra circuit added that allowed the transmitter on the speakerphone to be turned on remotely, even if the phone was on the hook. She could call and listen to the highly amplified sound from the speakerphone without anyone knowing that she was hearing everything that was going on. Even if Amber was using the phone to talk to her boyfriend, the call waiting feature of her phone made it possible to listen in on Amber and hear what was going on. Her security precautions had been complex and expensive, but it was cheaper than being hauled into court on kidnapping charges. Krystyn may have used an ancient arcane magick to transform men into infants, but she believed strongly in using the newest magic of technology to hold onto them until they were sold.
As Amber politely followed her to the doorway, Krystyn made a small detour in the living room to get a chocolate-covered cherry from the sterling silver box on the coffee table. She opened it up, withdrew a single chocolate and said to Amber as she took a tiny warded silver key from a small pocket in her black Moroccan leather zippered keycase and locked the container of chocolates, “Oh yes, DO try to keep out of my chocolate box! I know the exact count of the remaining chocolates because I have them hand-made for me in Belgium and keep a tally of every one I eat for for reordering purposes. If you become desperate for chocolate, there’s a large bar of Hershey’s Symphony Milk Chocolate in the pantry that you may have. These chocolates are off-limits, have I made myself clearly understood?”
“Yes mam!”, Amber answered emphatically. She had no intention of getting between Krystyn and her favorite imported chocolates. She got the distinct impression that if she did, she herself would be the next thing Krystyn’s jaws would be biting down on.
“Very good,” Krystyn said, popping the chocolate in her mouth as she went to the front door. Amber closed the door behind her and heard her key in the lock throwing the deadbolt home. Amber could unlatch the lock so she wasn’t worried. She returned to the family room to find Jim-Jim standing at the side of his playpen with his diaper drooping halfway to his knees. While the two women had left the room Andrew had attempted to stand up at the side of the playpen. What Andrew hadn’t planned on was the propensity for infant boys to evacuate themselves in that position. The minute he had stood up, the previously semi-choked path of his urethra was clear and his bladder voided its full contents instantly. Within seconds, the heavy stream of urine made his diaper sopping wet and caused it to droop dangerously low on his hips.
Amber ignored Jim-Jim’s obviously soggy diaper for the moment and picked up the phone in the family room the minute she heard Krystyn’s car drive away. As an experienced babysitter, she knew that a few more minutes in a wet diaper wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, from the silly grin on the baby’s face, he was perfectly happy lolling in the warmth of his soaking diaper. She promised herself that the minute she got off the phone with her boyfriend, she’d get him changed into a clean diaper. Despite her taste for sexually teasing her male classmates, Amber was a conscientious babysitter. She loved taking care of babies and didn’t mind at all changing dirty diapers. There was a purity to infants that brought out the maternal instinct in her that was missing in her boyfriends. Although her DNA driven instinct attracted her to the most virile men in her age group, she subconsciously wished she could find a male who both physically good looking and wealthy while at the same time requiring the mothering that she lavished on the infants that she babysat.
Once she got Brad, her current paramour, on the phone, she invited him over to keep her company at Krystyn’s house while she was babysitting. Brad accepted immediately and asked for directions. She gave explicit directions to Krystyn’s house and got off the phone as soon as humanly possible so she could change his diaper.
While Andrew sat in the playpen absentmindedly sucking his thumb as he listened to her chat with her new boyfriend, Jimmy’s infant mind recovered from its fugue state and passively watched while Andrew maintained control of their join body. He had gotten over his enthrallment with his new caretaker somewhat and listened to Krystyn cooing on the phone to her boyfriend with interest. Although Jimmy didn’t understand a word she said but the emotional import was clear enough for even an infant’s mind. The warm, wet diaper that covered Andrew’s bottom didn’t disturb him at all; if anything it made him feel more comfortable. He didn’t mind sitting in the slippery muck that slimed his bottom. The sensation of sliding around in his diaper whenever Andrew moved gave him a joyous, happy feeling. Andrew was disgusted by being made to sit in a mass of filth while his erstwhile babysitter made sophomoric small talk with her teenaged paramour. He wanted his diaper to be changed immediately! How could she sit there and talk with her boyfriend so nonchalantly when her charge needed care? Andrew was disgusted by the smell of the dirty diaper and wondered how she could put up with it.
Andrew had had enough! He was determined to make himself understood. He started to call to Amber and was dismayed to discover that he had unknowingly made himself unable to talk by putting his thumb in his mouth. Andrew ripped his thumb from his mouth in disgust and said in as loud a voice as his tiny larynx and lungs could muster, “In the name of God, help me, Amber! Get me out of here! I’m not a real baby! I’m older than you are! I’m a college student that Krystyn has cast a spell on! Please help me! If you can’t help me, then at least change my diapers, they’re wet and filthy!”
Andrew was so excited that he didn’t listen to the words that came out of his mouth. If he had, his plea for succor would have died after the first few words. All that Amber heard was, “Nnnamgaaaa baammabaaa! Gimmou ooorr! Mmmn rrrrrbaba! Mmmolga nayouga! Mmakala stuuuda krstacasta spallon! Breess errbma! Iga errbma, mmmagga cha mmdabas, drayra atada lllday!”
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.
Amber cooked the popcorn until the time between pops increased to over twenty seconds. Then she stopped the microwave and took it out of the oven before it began burning the kernels. She let the bag sit while she cut three tablespoons of butter from a stick of she found on the refrigerator door and put it in a coffee cup. She reset the microwave while she opened the bag and shook it out the bag into a large glass bowl she found in one of the kitchen cabinets. Amber salted the popcorn with a shaker of superfine ground popcorn salt she discovered in the pantry while the butter was melting in the microwave. When the microwave beeped, she dumped the popcorn in a large glass bowl and drenched the soft puffed grains with butter before tossing them with a fork from the tableware drawer. When she finished preparing the popcorn, she got out two glasses from the cabinet beside the sink and filled them with ice before putting them in the freezer to chill.
Just as she closed the freezer door on top of the refrigerator, the doorbell rang. She wiped her slightly buttery hands quickly on a dishtowel and went to answer the door, pushing her hair back over her shoulders as she walked. Usually she wore her long hair in a pony tail when babysitting, but the expectation of Brad’s company had caused her to leave her hair long and flowing over her shoulders. Brad had said to several of his friends how beautiful he considered her long hair and she had no intention of disappointing him by pulling it up and away from his touch. Her girlfriends had dutifully reported his desires and the stage was set. While she had no intention of sleeping with the captain of the football team, neither did she intend to give him an excuse to complain to his friends. It was all a matter of timing; she had to get him comfortable and answer his immediate needs, much as she did the infants in her care, then get him out of the house before things got out-of-hand.
She greeted Brad at the door and ushered him to the family room while asking him what kind of soft drink he’d like. Brad said that he’d rather have a beer, but that if soft drinks were all she had, then a Coke would do. Brad remained in the family room while Amber went to the kitchen to fetch his drink.
As he waited impatiently for Amber’s return Brad mused upon his plans for her. Once she was exposed to his personal charm and his money, Brad thought, she’d fall over herself for the opportunity to get in bed with him. He’d, of course, would be happy to accept her attentions at least until the end of the school year. After that she’d just become another picture in his scrapbook of conquests. Until that moment though, he planned to enjoy her company and body. “Amber is quite a number,” he thought to himself, “She’s stacked like a brick shithouse! She’ll make a nice addition to my trophy book. I wonder if she’ll forget her panties for a few minutes once I’ve laid her and gotten her so blind horny that I can snatch them? I’d sure as hell would love to have them as a souvenir to show the guys on the team. Hell, they would sure shut Fred’s mouth up and win the bet for me besides. That stupid fucker bet me twenty-five bucks I couldn’t lay Amber on the first date!
Once I go to work at Dad’s business, I’ll be making money of my own and won’t have to depend on him for an allowance. With the kind of money I’ll make as a VP in Dad’s company, I’ll be able to build my own bachelor pad and throw weekend parties like this one-horse town has never seen before.”
Brad’s and Amber’s class were just about to graduate High School and he was planning to go into his father’s business as his family expected. Brad had no interest in further study and wanted the opportunity to make money as soon as possible. His father’s septic tank cleaning and utilities business wasn’t terribly romantic but it had been lucrative enough to make his father one of the wealthier men in the county. His position as captain of the football team assured his graduation no matter how many times he failed tests in class; his graduation was all his father required for his induction into the higher ranks of his company. His father had told the college graduates who managed the accounting for the company that he had built the business himself without a college education, so why should he require more from his son?
The company’s Chief CPA and VP of Operations were hesitant to tell the owner of the firm that since the company’s humble inception as a simple septic tank cleaning business, it had had grown gradually over the years to a rather large company that handled all of the community gas and water utility needs. The Vice President of Finance and the Chief CPA of the company were trying to get the old man to consider public sales of stock so they could finance the takeover of the local electrical company. As it was, the company owned the municipal water and gas supply outright, dug private wells and provided propane gas for individuals in outlying areas that weren’t covered by the municipal supply, and even had a subsidiary that handled retail sales of major appliances as well as providing air conditioning, heating, plumbing and electrical services for a three county area.
The VP in charge of Finance had pointed out that the electrical company was undervalued in the market and was ripe for the plucking. If they had a mere thirty million dollars to invest in the purchase of the majority of the company’s stock, they could stage a hostile takeover and pick up the utility company for a song. The professionals tried their level best to convince his father to demand that his son get an education in the world of finance. His son didn’t have the education to manage a firm single-handedly that had become the single largest player in the local utility market and he didn’t have the maturity to let professionals do it for him. In the opinion of the company experts in management and finance, the company’s plans for the future were doomed unless Brad could be made to understand that he wasn’t ready to play with the big boys in the corporate utility world. Brad’s allowance and privileges had increased both with his age and as his father’s wealth had grown.
As a consequence, Brad had decided that it was his place in life to be given what he demanded without working for it. He had no memories of his infancy when his father was struggling to build his business. His appetite for toys had grown in pace with his father’s financial ability to provide the wherewithal to fund his playthings. As far as Brad was concerned, his female classmates fell into the category of toys. Brad was nouveau riche and lacked the social responsibility of old wealth. Brad was a pig. In particular, he was a rich, male-chauvinist pig who suffered from a poverty of empathy for the people around him. Unfortunately, as a consequence of his social deficiency, everyone else in his immediate vicinity tended to suffer as well.
Brad threw himself onto the couch with a splendid disregard of the furniture’s strain limits and sprawled out with his legs akimbo. As he rocked his shoes back and forth, blacking the carpet in front of him with the freshly dyed corners of his heels. Brad looked at the diapered baby crouched in the playpen before him and said with a lopsided grin, “Looks like you’ll be able to see a real man in action tonight, kid! You should feel honored! I don’t usually perform in front of audiences, but in your case, I think I’ll make an exception. After all, it’s not like you’ll be able to tell anyone. When you see what I do to her tonight, I’ll bet you shit in your pants!” Brad loosed a deep resonate chuckle and said mockingly, “It’s a good thing you’re wearing diapers, kid!”
Amber came into the room with Brad’s drink and said, “From what I could hear from the kitchen, you’ve been making the acquaintance of the baby. That’s so sweet of you to entertain him while I’m out of the room. He’s an adorable little baby isn’t he? I call him ‘Jim-Jim’. If you could watch him a few minutes more, I’ll bring out the popcorn I just made. I put a movie in the VCR to watch. The woman who I’m babysitting for doesn’t have much of a selection of video tapes I’m afraid, but it will give us something to watch while we eat. I’m famished! How about you?”
“Yeah,” he replied lazily, “I could go for some popcorn right now.” He smirked evilly and went on, “If the movie is too stupid, we could sit here and talk instead. Maybe we could find something to play on the stereo system. Whoever the woman is who you babysit for, she’s got a hell of an entertainment center!” Brad continued loudly, trying to impress Amber with his expensive possessions as she walked out of the room, “Hell, it’s almost as good as what I have in my room at home!”
Brad looked at the framed photo of Krystyn on the wall and thought, “God Damn! She’s a looker! Fuck! She’s even better looking than Amber! I’ll bet she’s a fabulous fuck! I wonder if she’s the woman who owns the house? I’ll ask Amber if that’s the woman she babysits for or if the house is rented. Christ, I’d like to get into that babe’s pants! I’ll have to remember to ask Amber whose picture that is before I leave.”
Amber returned a minute later with a huge bowl of buttered popcorn and her soda. She set them down on the coffee table to the left of Brad’s feet and primly sat down beside him. Brad grabbed the TV/VCR remote control from the coffee table and switched on the TV and tape in succession. As the opening scene developed, he saw that Amber had chosen the “The Witches of Eastwick” from Krystyn’s video collection. Brad stifled a groan of anticipatory ennui as his hand dipped into the bowl of popcorn on Amber’s lap and he snatched a huge handful of the buttery snack to force into his gapping maw. He had seen the movie before and didn’t like the ending. In the movie a demon or the Devil (Brad wasn’t sure exactly which character Jack Nickolson played.) inveigled three women into sleeping with him and then moving into his mansion. He taught them how to do magick and the movie ended with them ganging up on him and casting spells on Nickolson’s character to force him to leave. Brad thought the ending was unfair to men. The idea that three mere women could force a man (even a demon) out of his own house and take over his estate wounded his male pride. As far as Brad was concerned, the movie was a veiled assault on men’s position in the scheme of life. Nevertheless, he enjoyed the initial scenes as the demon seduced each woman in turn and convinced them that she should move into his house. It reminded Brad of his fantasies of what he would do once he had been made Vice-President of his father’s firm. As he watched the movie, he unconsciously reached over and grabbed more handfuls of the delicious popcorn from the bowl that sat on Amber’s crotch. Soon the most pressing of his physical urges were resolved and he lay back replete from his feeding of popcorn.
In an aside during what Brad considered one of the more boring parts of the video, he asked Amber whose picture was on the wall. Amber told him that it was the owner of the house and that from the looks of it, that she thought that the picture must have been a recent portrait. Then and there, Brad decided to meet the woman who’s eyes seemed to follow him about the room as if she was watching every minute. He knew that it wouldn’t take much skill to arrange to meet her; perhaps he could pretend he had lost his class ring while he was over at her house and ask to search for it. Brad was confidant that she’d be easily conquered by his manly charms and he’d have her in bed with him within an hour at most.
Andrew watched the movie through the infant’s eyes that were once his own and drooled both figuratively and literally. Watching Brad put his hand next to Amber’s crotch nearly drove Andrew’s mind mad with desire. Every time he saw Brad drop his hand to the bowl which she held in her lap between her legs he had visions of Brad manipulating her naked body. If he had had full control of his body, he’d have quivered in lust. Strangely, the smell of popcorn brought back fresh memories of adult fare that he had eaten only weeks before and intermixed with his sexual desires, nearly driving him to the brink of utter madness. He couldn’t decided which he wanted most, the opportunity to sit beside Amber in his adult body or to gorge himself on the luscious smelling popcorn that Amber held so enticingly in her lap. The saliva that dripped incontinently from his chin wasn’t the result of any desire of his own, rather it was caused by his infant body’s inability to control his lips and tongue. Drool poured from his slack jawed mouth in an unending fountain to run over his lower face in rivulets and drip from his chin in long strings to pool on the waterproof plastic pad of the playpen beneath his hands. From time-to-time, his subconscious’s mind was attracted by the sounds from the TV, causing him to flicker eyes momentarily towards the TV set. Other than those moments, the infantile part of his mind was enchanted by Amber. He watched her every movement, allowing Andrew to observe almost every instant of the scene that was playing itself out before his innocent baby blue eyes.
About halfway through the movie, Brad’s hand “accidentally” strayed and met the soft mound of flesh above Amber’s pubic region. Amber didn’t blink an eye as she picked up his hand without looking and redirected it to the almost empty bowl of popcorn. Brad made a moue of disappointment at his rejected advance, but decided to finish the bowl of popcorn and get “down to business” later. After a few more minutes, Brad said, “I’ve seen this movie before, why don’t we listen to some music instead?”
Amber agreed and turned off the movie, then went through Krystyn’s CDs for something appropriate. She didn’t want anything that might upset the baby, but on the other hand she didn’t want anything to excite Brad further. It was almost time for him to leave anyhow. The baby needed to be fed and she didn’t think he’d be very tolerant of the idea that she had other responsibilities other than satisfying Brad’s urges. She chose “Eine Kleine Nacht” from Krystyn’s collection CD and put it in tray of the player, then excused herself so she could go to the kitchen and warm the baby’s bottle.
Amber returned a few minutes later and picked up baby Jimmy from the playpen to carry him into the kitchen for his dinner. Brad followed both out of curiosity and a desire to be omnipresent in the mind of the girl who he intended to seduce before the night was over. Brad stood at the doorway and watched as Amber performed her babysitting duties with her charge for the night.
Once she had Jimmy securely strapped into his high chair, she looked into the refrigerator to find the putrescent green-colored jar of baby food that Krystyn had promised would be present. She put the jar on the kitchen table and found a white rubber-coated feeding spoon in the silverware drawer and laid it beside the jar. It only took a few minutes to locate the plastic feeding bibs in the maple breadbox where Krystyn stored her kitchen towels in one stack and feeding bibs and washcloths in another stack. She stepped behind Jimmy and quickly snapped the feeding bib in place, tossing the washcloth she had selected on the table beside the jar of baby food. Then she pulled out a chair and began to fed the infant before her.
Brad stood at the entrance to the kitchen, looking at the jar of strained carrots she was feeding him and said, “How can he eat that gunk?”
“Don’t be silly, babies love this,” Amber responded in a happy, musical tone, “I know the idea of eating mashed peas seems horrible to you, but you don’t have a baby’s taste buds. They like it, besides, he doesn’t have any teeth to eat real food with.”
Andrew had always hated the taste of the carrots, however, his infantilized sense of taste made the sensation of eating the soft paste that passed for a solid meal seem pleasing. Despite his adult opinion of strained peas, he opened its mouth hungrily and accepted every spoonful that Amber was willing to feed him. Unfortunately for Andrew wishes, his uncoordinated tongue seemed to get in the way of each spoonful, causing the puréed mass to squeeze out of his mouth uncontrollably and spill great green-colored gobs of semi-solid food down his chin and into the catch-pocket of the feeding bib.
“Jesus Christ, that’s gross!”, exclaimed Brad.
“Nonsense!”, said Amber with perfect aplomb, “How well do you think you’d do if someone was spoon-feeding you? Give little Jimmy a break, he’s only a baby! Do you think you acted any better when you were his age?
“Look at him! He’s sticking his tongue out at you!”, Brad said in astonishment, “He must hate baby food!”
“Silly!”, Amber derided playfully, “It doesn’t mean anything of the kind! That’s the way that babies tell people they’ve had enough and don’t want anymore. They’ll stick out their tongues like that when they’re presented with baby bottles and breasts too! They have to have someway to tell you they’re full! After all, it’s not as if they could speak!”
“Are you sure about that?”, Brad questioned skeptically.
“Of course I’m sure! I’ve seen it hundreds of times!”, Amber replied with confidence, “In any case, it doesn’t matter now, he’s finished. He’s had enough solid foods for dinner. Let me wash his face and then he can finish his bottle of formula in the family room while we sit together. Besides, I want to make sure he doesn’t spit up his dinner before I bring him into the family room. If he does, then I’ll have a mess to clean up and have to feed him again.”
“Do you mean that he’s going to hurl what he just ate?”, Brad asked incredulously.
“Maybe,” Amber answered honestly, “If little babies get too much food or too much air in their stomachs, then they spit up. It’s best to give them a little time before moving them after a meal, that is, if you don’t mind?”
“No, no, not at all! The last thing I want to see is him tossing his cookies in front of me! Never mind, I’ll wait in the other room until he gets finished,” Brad replied queasily as he quickly retreated from the travails of normal infant behavior.
“Good idea!, Amber answered, “While you’re in there, I’ll burp him. He needs to release the air that he swallowed while he ate, before I bring him out. Once I relieve the pressure in his little tummy from the trapped air, he should be much less likely to spit up. Afterwards, you and I can talk,”
“Okay,” Brad replied, retreating to the family room in masculine revulsion at seeing another male in such a helpless condition.
Amber winded little Jimmy without incident and washed his face clean after running the washcloth she had gotten out under warm water in the kitchen sink. Then she carried him back to the family room with his baby bottle in her back pocket of her jeans and set him down in his playpen.
From the look on Brad’s face, Amber knew that his libido was in full control of his psyche. Although she had blunted his desire slightly by filling his gut, mere popcorn could not stop what was to come. She sat down beside him after giving little Jimmy his bottle and allowed Brad to pull him towards her in a full embrace. A moment later, his tongue was exploring her mouth in the most sensuous French Kiss Brad could employ. Brad was more than gratified to feel her responding to him and lean deep into his arms. Her hand found his crotch and began slowly and methodically massaging him. She pushed her tongue into his mouth in return and began exploring his oral anatomy as well. Slowly she unzipped his pants and carefully worked his manhood out of the narrow opening of his cotton brief without stopping her tongue’s explorations of his mouth. Once she had it free, she began to gently stroke his erect manhood with her fingertips while baby Jimmy looked on through the mesh of his playpen.
Andrew was in a combination of a blue funk over his loss of sexuality and the sight of a woman he wanted to bed so desperately manually relieving the sexual needs of his adult rival. When she put her lips down to Brad’s manhood and began to suck, Andrew wanted to scream and moan in envy and loss simultaneously, but his loss of control of his vocal cords forced him to remain silent. In the place that Andrew wanted to occupy, Brad made the same sound of excitement mixed with contentment. His legs spread wide and he shuddered as he neared climax.
It was only the gnawing hunger that growled in his stomach that made Andrew nurse while he witnessed the scene in front of him. As he suckled the nipple of his bottle of formula, his body began its own sequence of actions that would lead to the form of physical pleasure that was normal for an infant. Initially, the small stiff walls of his infant bladder cut loose as cystic pressure from the influx of urine from his kidney’s reached a critical point to cause the weak sphincter of babyhood to release. Then he emitted a small fart as a soft stool pushed its way past his flaccid anal sphincter and dropped into the bottom of the diaper he was wearing.
The stimulation of the small bowel movement passing his anus triggered his lower intestine to continue and all at once, Andrew was voiding the contents of his bowels into his diaper. Although Andrew was horrified by what he was doing in front of the two teenaged strangers, the waves of pleasure that his infant subconscious personality felt as it relieved itself into the confines of the soft, absorbent loinclout without restraint. As each stool was released by the flaccid anal muscles that normally kept his rectum closed, he felt a silent jerk tug at his waist as the mass of the stool piled itself on top of the growing weight of feces that had passed seconds before and rested warmly at the bottom of his diaper. Despite himself, the temporary euphoria that his infant side of his personality felt filtered through to his adult personality and gave Andrew a warm sensation of pleasure that rolled up his spine and shook the bedrock of his personality. The shame and mortification that Andrew felt was almost exactly balanced by the extreme physical pleasure that his infant body had wrought.
Just as Brad orgasmed, Amber took her lips from his penis and covered it with a clean diaper she had secreted by her side in the corner of the couch. Brad’s bottom jerked convulsively against the cushion of the couch as his pent-up semen was released into the soft absorbent folds of the disposable diaper Amber held. When Brad stopped spurting semen, Amber took the clean part of the diaper and tenderly wiped the tip of his penis dry before rolling the diaper into a neat bundle and taping it shut in the same way she treated her charge’s wet diapers.
First Brad, then Andrew sighed in utter contentment at the release of their demanding physical urges. Catching a sniff of the baby’s diaper, Amber gave Brad a chaste kiss on his forehead and told him that Krystyn was due home any minute and that she couldn’t be caught with her boyfriend’s pants unzipped while he sat on the couch. Brad reluctantly pushed his semi-erect penis back into his briefs and zipped up his pants before he got up from the couch. She walked him to the front door and let him kiss her goodbye at the front door before shutting and locking it behind him. Although Brad was had had his physical needs satisfied by Amber, he left the house wanting more. He had wanted to get into her panties that night and she had somehow maneuvered him into letting himself get jacked-off like a freshman dweeb instead of taking her the way he had planned. “I wanted her surrender to me tonight, by God!”, he thought to himself, as if nothing else would do, “Who does the Hell does she think she is, running me out like that? No one’s ever done that to me before! She acts like she cares more about that stupid baby than she does about me! Hell! I’m Captain of the football team, she should feel honored that I’d take the time to screw her! Fuck! I’m going to have to give Fred that twenty-five dollars I bet him! That bitch! She hasn’t heard the last of me, by God! I’ll have her kneeing on the floor at my feet and opening her blouse to me while she begs me to suck her tits before I’m done!”
As he got into his hand-lacquered, Candy-Apple Red, fully-equipped, Supercab, long-bed pickup truck, he said to no one in particular, “Fucking cock-teasing whore!” Then he tore off down the street at full rev, squealing his tires in anger and disappointment as he sped down the street in a fit of teenaged fury.
By the time that Amber got back, Andrew was teary-eyed at both his embarrassment over his dirty diaper and his apparent abandonment at the hands of his beloved babysitter. When she returned, Andrew greeted her in a sophomoric attempt to get her to notice him, having forgotten the sad condition of the disposable diaper that sagged heavily between his legs. Andrew gaaa’d in greeting hoping that she would pay attention to him now that his rival was gone. Amber returned to the family room and picked him up by the arms and held him to her chest as she carried him up to the nursery to change his dirty diaper. As she climbed the stairs, Andrew whimpered fretfully as he realized the reason for the trip to the nursery.
Andrew suddenly comprehended that she had no intention of taking him to bed to cuddle him and relieve him of his sexual desire. She was going to change his diapers!
The thought made Andrew panic and try to close his mind to the second humiliation of the night. He wanted to go away, to be anywhere, then have his dirty diapers changed by the vision of teenaged loveliness who treaded the stairs with him cuddled securely in her arms. As Andrew’s mind shut down, the mind of the infant Jimmy took over again and Andrew found himself instantly confined to the dark quarters of his former fortress once more. The transition from owner to tenant took place without sound or warning. One minute Andrew was in charge and in the next instant the infant mind of Jimmy was causing his hands to clutch at Amber’s blouse reflexively. Amber Baby Jimmy was perfectly happy to be in the arms of his babysitter. His soggy and filthy diapers were still warm and didn’t bother him in the least. He only wanted to be close to the babysitter he had come to adore. Amber comforted him by patting the heavy bottom of his well-filled diaper with the palm of her free hand as she made her way up the stairs. The other hand held him just under his buttocks where his diaper ended. While his baby side was assuaged by her efforts, the adult side of his personality wanted to crawl into a hole and pull it in after him. With every pat, Andrew could feel the rapidly cooling mound of the enormous dump he had taken in his diaper and wanted to cry in shame and humiliation.
Jimmy, on the other hand, thought that the sensation of the warm stools and wet padding of the diaper being pushed against his bottom was fabulous! He chuckled and grinned every step of the way until they reached the nursery. The mess Jimmy had made in his diaper was a vindication of his existence; a proof that he could change the world and produce something on his own. Jimmy was inordinately pleased with the mess he had made in his diaper and cooed loudly in pleasure at his accomplishment. Besides, the mess he had made had made his diaper feel so warm and comfy. The wet feeling of the urine soaked diaper clung to his crotch moistly making him feel warm and protected. The pores of his skin opened under the influence of the wet diaper while the moist heat liquefied the oils in his sebaceous glands, allowing them to drain and cleanse themselves in the presence of the sterile urine. It was like having his bottom surrounded by a steam-heated bathtowel in a old-fashioned barbershop that still practiced the time-honored techniques of an old fashioned shave with a heated towel to soften the beard and used a well-stropped razor to make a man’s face as soft and whisker-free as a baby’s bottom. Unlike the eerie feeling of being surrounded by water that most primates feared when they had aged past the earliest stages of infancy, this was a delightful feeling of having his private parts being securely cocooned in his own warmth. The unexpected hardness of the cooling stools in the back of his diaper as Amber patted his bottom made a nice counterpoint to the wonderful sensations that his wet diaper had produced. All in all, Jimmy was completely satisfied with the changes he had made to his environment and was satisfied.
When they arrived in the nursery,. Amber laid Jimmy down on the changing table and buckled the safety strap around his belly before getting a fresh diaper ready. She had had experience with babies that were wrigglely happy to wear wet, dirty diapers and knew what to expect the moment she exposed his warm pubes to the relatively cold air of the nursery. She took a pacifier out of the jar at the back of the dresser and popped it between his lips before reaching over to the shelf, pulling a clean diaper out of the proper package and unfolding it to have it ready when it was needed. Amber opened the tub of baby wipes and picked one up, leaving it draped over the sided of the tub as she proceeded to take the top off of the jar of nursery vaseline. She knew that once she had his diaper down, little Jimmy would begin to either fidget horribly or howl in anger. Amber’s experience told her that once she got him into a clean diaper, he’d calm down, but she would have to move quickly to minimize his discomfort at being changed out of what was to little Jimmy, a very pleasing situation.
When all was ready, Amber quickly unstrapped him, unfastened the tapes on the side of the disposable diaper and pulled it down between his legs. As expected, the shock of the cool air on his wet skin chilled Jimmy and annoyed him grievously. He opened his mouth to howl his anger, but the pacifier muted his complaint. Within minutes, Amber had wiped his little bottom clean with the front of the diaper, scrubbed his pubes and behind with the baby wipe she readied and had lifted his behind to slide a clean diaper beneath it. Both Andrew and Jimmy were extremely upset with the diaper change; Andrew was mortified to have a woman who he admired clean his dirty bottom like a helpless infant (Which he found excruciatingly humiliating, because that was exactly what he had become!) and little Jimmy, who was upset that the comfortable environment that he had created for himself had been removed without warning or permission. Within a few scant minutes, Amber had his bottom protected with a coating of vaseline, had dusted his crotch with a light coating of baby powder and had safety rediapered him in an overnight diaper. Jimmy calmed down immediately once he his bottom was ensconced in the downy soft padding of his fresh overnight diaper and he began sucking on the pacifier immediately. Andrew was less mollified; the experience had severely affected his self-image as a man and had made him realize that he was completely at the mercy of the women who ruled his life. The girl who he would have wanted to court only a week before was now the caretaker of his helpless infant body. He felt like he had been damned and sent to an infantine Hell.
Since the hour was late for such a little one, Amber decided to find a sleeper for him while she babysat him downstairs. He didn’t appear to be sleepy, although he seemed to have gotten over the diaper change just as soon as he felt the comforting softness of the fresh diaper between his legs. He was happily sucking on his pacifier with a joyous expression on his face as she fastened the safety strap again so she could go through the drawers to find some nightwear to fit him. In a few minutes she found a baby blue sleeper with an applique of Winnie-the-Poo on the front that was just the right size. She unstrapped Jimmy and sat him up on the changing station, then gathered up the already opened bottom in her hands to pull it over his head.
Once she had worked his arms through the sleeves, she laid him back again and tugged the garment over his diapered bottom and laid the limp folds of the open legs loosely over each of his lower limbs. Beginning at his feet, she fastened each of the snaps in turn, going from one leg to the other to insure that the fabric of the sleeper was evenly distributed. The loud pop of each snap fitting home made Jimmy chuckle in delight at the same time that it drove Andrew into a fit of morose depression. Each one of his personalities interpreted the sound of the snaps in a different way; for little Jimmy, it told him he would be once again warm and secure, and for Andrew they were the final signifying sounds of an adult life lost and his permanent transition into a state of loving confinement and helplessness. After a few minutes, however, Jimmy began to frown with uncertainty with his new clothes. Although Jimmy had loved the feeling of being snapped into his sleeper initially, the strangeness of having his entire body covered soon began to disquiet him. Since he had been under the care of Krystyn, the only thing he had worn had been a disposable diaper. Worry lines appeared at the corners of his eyes and his mouth frowned in disquiet.
Once she had finished dressing Jimmy, she took him in her arms and carried him over to the rocking chair. The poor little thing’s face was furrowed with anxiety lines that would have been more appropriate to an adult male’s visage. She felt sorry for Jimmy and held him close to her breasts for a few minutes while she rocked him. After a few minutes, she decided he needed more than simple cuddling to calm down and she opened her blouse to expose her right breast. At first, Jimmy would have none of her tit as she exposed it to his mouth: he turned his head away from the foreign object in rejection of the unknown. But after stroking the side of his cheek with the tip of her nipple, she awakened his infantile reflexes causing his face to turn involuntarily to the teat and take the nipple into his mouth without thought. Jimmy settled down into a session of dry suckling which he found comforting and quickly induced the light sleep of a comfortable but not exhausted infant.
Andrew’s reaction to nursing Amber’s teat was buried deep in the nether recesses of his brain where they couldn’t exhibit themselves. Had Andrew been in control of his body, he would have retched from the experience, but his subordinate position in his brain only allowed him to watch in utter disgust as his infantile subconscious satisfied itself by nursing a dry tit. Unfortunately for Andrew’s mental stability, the pleasant sensations of the baby’s suckling were clearly delivered to his mind. He could feel every movement of the baby’s cheeks and lips as they drew Amber’s erectile nipple deep into its mouth and nursed by pressing the nipple against hiss hard palette and creating a vacuum.
Despite his adult orientation, he felt himself being drawn into the experience and enjoying it. His previous psychological regression to an anal orientation was repeated, only this time he was drawn further into the mindset of his babyhood. The pleasure of oral gratification easily replaced the pleasures of pooping and peeing in his pants as his primary focus. Although he’d still enjoy making his diapers warm and wet or making a nice squishy mess in the bottom of his diapers, that was nothing to compare with the new found pleasures of suckling a woman’s titty. Not since babyhood had Andrew experienced the sensation of a woman’s teat in his mouth. Andrew’s mind crumbled into disorganized, unmanageable pieces under the pressure of his new orientation. As an infant who enjoyed pooping his diapers, he had individuality, but as an infant who thrived on suckling and being nurtured at his mommy’s teats, he began to lose focus. He had difficulty being able to distinguish between himself and Amber. Somehow it seemed to him that they were the same person, only in different places at the same time. The concept made his head swim.
When the baby’s eyes closed in pleasure, depriving Andrew of his window to the outside world, he felt like a vast abyss had opened beneath his back, causing him to fall backwards into a bottomless pit. His virtual stomach felt queasy and threatened to turned itself over and inside-out as he accelerated in his mental descent through the psychic boundaries that had defined his life as a young adult. There was no anchor in his life anymore, nothing to hold him back, he was adrift in a limitless sea of consciousness that had no landmarks to delineate what he had once been. The control of his body might have helped him resist the changes in his personality that were gradually eating away at his sanity. Without the ability to lift a single finger, he was tied to the sensory inputs that his infant body provided. Once they were removed by sleep or unconsciousness, he lost most of his connection with the real world. Although he could still hear and sense tactile sensations, they were insufficient to maintain his personal reality. His life had become an unending nightmare of helpless loneliness, with only the few episodes of close physical contact when he was held to either Krystyn’s or Amber’s bosom to keep him from going stark-staring mad.
Despite his best efforts to maintain its stability, Andrew the adult was quietly slipping away. With only the distorted sensations from an infant’s sensorium to fix his former reality in his consciousness, his mind was beginning to adapt itself to its environment. Andrew the college student was only a memory; the reality of his existence was that he was an infant. The memories of his former existence weren’t enough to sustain his mental integrity over the long haul. His adult mind was slowly slipping into infancy; inexorably his personality had begun to accept his status as a baby and relearn the physical pleasures of being an infant. That was the beginning of the end for Andrew, once the control of the “dead” zone he had created around his neurological walls slipped for even an instant, the stealthy cellular army of his rejuvenated brain silently slipped in and began an unperceived, invisible besiegement of his mental defenses.
Amber enjoyed Jimmy’s suckling and switched breasts after about five minutes. After five minutes more of continued suckling, Amber climaxed on the spot. Andrew never felt the quivering that radiated up from Amber’s crotch, nor the involuntary clinching of her abdominal muscles as the throes of orgasm caused the musculature of her lower anatomy to go into temporary tetany. He was too far gone in his psychological rebirth to understand the faint sensations that filtered through the drowsing baby’s brain. All at once, the baby’s mind suddenly began pouring incredibly strong feelings of pleasure and ecstasy through the dendritic connection that linked Andrew’s mind to the outside world. The dimly remembered sensations uncovered subconscious memories that immediately overwhelmed Andrew’s consciousness. He slipped into passiveness as the feeling of suckling drew him back to a point in time were everything was done for him by an all-powerful maternal Goddess who he had learned to call mother. Everything seemed dreamlike and unreal. He relaxed and let the dream take him where it would. He had never learned the art of controlling his dreams so there was nothing left to do. Jimmy enjoyed sucking on the nipple which suddenly became quite hard and jutted into deep into his mouth. Andrew’s mind had shut down in an almost fugue state while a massive reconstruction of his memories and reality was undertaken after his experience with Amber.
Under normal circumstances, the brain reconstructs its reality every night while the conscious sleeps and makes continuous readjustments to memories as they are retrieved while the brain is in a waking state. However, since the tissues of his brain itself had undergone massive rejuvenation, it had discovered that the encapsulated adult memories encoded in his brain had become out of synchronization with reality. The area of the Jimmy/Andrew brain known as the Limbic region worked overtime to redress the imbalance between perceived reality and what the remnants of his adult mind believed to be true about itself. Obviously, the personality that had encysted itself in his brain was aberrant; it couldn’t deal with the demonstrable reality that it was in the body of a baby ruled by a brain that was called Jimmy. The brain being the self-repairing organic mechanism it was, it would have to rebuild the isolated and presumably psychotic subset of its consciousness that was attempting to maintain a separate existence. If the issue had been a pure flight/fight or food/sex problem, the R-brain would have mediated the commands and issued orders to destroy, copulate, gorge or run as circumstances dictated. The R-brain rested and let the L-brain take over the problem of re-assimilation. From the R-brain’s viewpoint, the problem was merely being loved in a social context, which was the sole providence of the Limbic brain.
One of the functions of the Limbic brain was to insure the social survival of the individual by maintaining a proper viewpoint of the individual’s relation to society. Unfortunately, Andrew’s defenses had been discovered by the survival processes in his brain and were scheduled for eradication. Given the extremely rapid growth of new dendrites in an infant’s brain, he had three weeks of conscious left for him before his personality was irrevocably erased or absorbed into the simplex mind called Jimmy. Fortunately for Andrew’s peace of mind, there was no one to tell him of his ultimate fate. As the process of reassimilation progressed, his defenses would be undermined without notice, allowing a tunnel to be created through the neurological moat that was empty of connective dendrites. The interwoven wall of neurons would be silently breached, allowing the invading army of the person called Jimmy to enter and wreak havoc. Once the floodgates were open and his defenses overrun by the lymphatic hosts, the bits and pieces of his personality that survived the onslaught would be usefully incorporated into Jimmy’s mind.
As the towers of intellect and education Andrew had carefully constructed over the years toppled in to mindless ruin, he would become a jabbering, drooling idiot who enjoyed making messes and wetties in his diapers. Mercifully, his torment would be short-lived; the pitiful remnants of his psyche would be absorbed within minutes, bringing the solace of nepenthe with the death of his personality. Even if he succeeded in a last ditch effort and managed to overthrow the conqueror in his moment of victory, the results would be much the same. The conscious connections to the nerves of his body had vanished. He would never be able to walk or talk again, much less aspire to be potty-trained. Neither his musculature or the organization of his brain was up to the task. The best Andrew could hope for was to sweep forth and overwhelm Jimmy’s poorly-led cellular infantry. If he won, the prize would be a mental wasteland were all that had been before his transformation had been annihilated. He would inherit a psychic Kingdom he couldn’t control and would serve as an inescapable prison until he died. If he won, he would lose contact with reality within weeks and descend into utter madness from which there was no deliverance. While his Superego communicated the necessary knowledge of his immanent psychic destruction to Andrew in his dream, it had no effect on the reality he was living through the dream. One way or the other, he’d be forced to live out the nightmare until he woke.
Even in his dream, he instinctively knew that his sanity didn’t matter in the long run; there is very little difference between a babbling, incontinent madman and a pre-speech infant to an outsider except the size and power of the patient’s body. The Superego within him knew that if that same madman occupied a clumsy infant’s body, no one would ever suspect an adult mind was trapped within its confines. In either case both are equally unable to deal with the world and needed permanent guardians and caretakers as far as society is concerned. He would be diapered and bottle-fed, as well as bathed when needed. His world would be limited by the mesh of his playpen or the bars of his crib. If he had to be placed in mildly dangerous locations like a high chair, baby’s autoseat or shopping cart, he’d be strapped in securely so he couldn’t climb out on his own. He’d never take a bath alone again. When his adoptive mother was busy or tired of his presence for the day, she’d take him to a Daycare center where he’d be watched by strangers who were used to dealing with a helpless infant’s needs. His new mommy would take him on outings to the park for fresh air on the weekends. Unless the spell was broken or withdrawn by the spellcaster, Andrew was doomed in his dream to a life of infancy. Each day that passed made the survival of his personality less likely as the cellular hosts gathered at the spherical moat of his mind.
After a few more minutes, Amber gently disengaged her nipple from Jimmy’s mildly protesting lips and carried him over to the crib. His eyes only opened once in a state of sleepy half-slumber. She laid him down in the crib and draped his small receiving blanket over him and tucked a teddy bear in at his side. “Good night, Sweetkins,” she said as she smoothed the hair on his head, “Aunt Amber will be downstairs if you need her. Just call and I’ll come up.”
Saying this, she switched on the baby monitor mounted to the head of the crib and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind her. She stopped at the sound control panel beside the nursery door and turned on the music as per her standing orders from Krystyn, then went downstairs to watch TV until Krystyn came home. She didn’t worry about little Jimmy; the baby monitor on the end table beside the couch would let her listen into the noises coming out of his crib. If he fretted or cried, she’d know immediately. She made herself comfortable on the couch and rewound the “Witches of Eastwick” so she could watch it without Brad’s silly comments.
When Krystyn got home she went up the stairs with Amber and checked on little Jimmy before she paid Amber her wages and sent her home. Little Jimmy was curled up in a fetal position with his thumb in his mouth in a deep slumber alongside his teddy bear. They left him as he was and returned to the family room were Krystyn paid Amber’s wages and called her mother to pick her up. While Amber waited for her mother in the family room, Krystyn went up to her bedroom and changed out of her evening gown into robe. Just as she descended the last step of the stairwell, the doorbell rang and she changed direction. She answered the door and ushered Amber’s mother into her house. Amber had heard the doorbell at the same time as Krystyn and arrived seconds later. The mother and daughter were sent on their way in minimum time while maintaining a maximum of decorum and politeness to allow Krystyn shut and bolt her front door against the outside world as quickly as possible. She was dying to see the tapes of Amber with little Jimmy in the nursery. Krystyn went to the bar and made herself her favorite bedtime drink as she rewound the surveillance tapes; heated evaporated milk with Kahlua. Sure enough, Amber had dry-nursed little Jimmy as she had expected. When she stopped the motion on the tape and zoomed in on Jimmy’s face, she saw the infantine enrapturement on his face. “Well,” she thought to herself, “he’s taken care of for the night, I wonder how she faired with her boyfriend.”
She rewound the secondary tape that covered the family room and chuckled at the sight of Amber’s overly macho boyfriend’s attempts to seduce her. From the way he acted, he’d be a perfect subject for adoption; he already had an infantile view of the world and the tape showed he was interested in meeting her. While her normal practice was to secure a client before attempting a transformation, she thought she might make an exception in his case. He’d make a darling baby and wouldn’t be hard to place. She made a mental note to herself to look into the matter once Jimmy was adopted. After the tape was finished playing, she wiped it quickly with a powerful AC-powered electromagnet she had purchased at Radio Shack and put the tape back in the recorder for the next babysitting job. Then she took her glass of warm Kahlua-enhanced milk and went to bed.
The next morning, she went to rouse Jimmy and found him awake and happily sucking his toes while laying on his back in a sopping wet diaper. When Krystyn bent over the crib and lifted Jimmy out, the change in environment woke Andrew from the half fugue-slumber his mind had retreated into the night before. Andrew woke from his semi-sweet dream of being suckled by his birth mother to find that he was still in his nightmare of being trapped within an infant’s body with an infantile Id named Jimmy in control. This time, however, when Krystyn changed his dirty diapers, the feelings of embarrassment and humiliation had vanished. Like a dimly recalled experience of cotton candy, the embarrassingly messy parts of being diaper dependent were forgotten, leaving only a vague remembrance of sweetness and well-being afterwards. Having his diapers changed felt good. Being clean and feeling the thick padding of the disposable between his legs felt good too. He knew he should be angry over what Krystyn had done to him, but Andrew no longer had it in him to be angry with anyone.
For that matter, Jimmy was also in an excellent mood. He chortled and cooed during the diaper change and was pleased when she laid him down in the crib again while she got a bottle of white grape juice for him. When she returned, she found him as before, with his toes stuck in his mouth and a big grin of oral satisfaction on little Jimmy’s face. When Jimmy saw the bottle in her hands, he reached out his hands eagerly. She handed the bottle down to Jimmy and smiled as he stuck the nipple in his mouth and began sucking furiously. Then Krystyn turned on her heel and left the room. She knew that he’d fall asleep again after his bottle of juice and nap for a short while before he woke again.
The sensation of nursing on the latex nipple was astonishing for Andrew after the previous night’s experience with Amber. His mind flashed rapid sequences of visual memories of sucking on Amber’s teat intermixed with ancient memories of being breast fed by his mother as an infant. All the memories seemed to merge into a vast pleasurable Gestalt that gave him a deep seated sense of contentment and comfort. There was no shame in what he felt. Andrew reveled in the soul-satisfying sensation as his thirst was quenched and his tummy filled with the sweet, easily digested liquid. The feeling of the nipple as it moved against his lips and roof of his mouth sent him into ecstasies of rapture. His mouth seemed ten times more sensitive than it had the day before. Andrew was puzzled by the fact that even though his mouth was the same size relative to the nipple on the bottle that it had been the day before, it seemed to have grown in importance. He realized then that just as Jimmy had enjoyed sucking on his toes, so had he! Somehow his sensual paradigm had changed while he slept from genital to oral pleasure. What truly amazed Andrew was that he was perfectly comfortable with the change. When Jimmy became sated and allowed the bottle to fall from his hands as his eyes closed in slumber, Andrew too drifted off into a restful sleep.
Andrew awoke to find Krystyn changing his wet diaper before she sat him in his high chair and fastened his plastic bib around his neck. She opened a small jar of strained oatmeal with applesauce began feeding him his breakfast without a word. Strangely, the baby food no longer had a bland foul taste to Andrew. The intensity of the baby food sensations that filled his mouth surprised Andrew. He tongue and even the insides of his cheeks were flooded with exciting vibrant favors that he had never suspected lay beneath the insipid taste baby mush that he’d been eating for the past week. Jimmy enjoyed it too; he waved his hands around joyously at the sweet taste of the oatmeal while Andrew pondered what was happening to him. He supposed it was somehow connected to how alive his mouth felt that morning and harbored dark misgivings that his new found liking of baby food was mysteriously connected to his uncontrollable need to dry nurse Amber’s teats the night before.
Whatever had been done to his mind, Andrew knew he’d never be the same again. Krystyn quickly finished feeding him and gave him a small bottle of formula to finish his breakfast. Jimmy hungrily suckled the nipple, drawing the warm, off-white liquid from the bottle into his mouth to trickle down his throat. When he was finished, Krystyn wiped his face with a damp washcloth and laughed when he made a loud belch as she burped him. Then she took him out of his high chair and lowered him into his playpen so he could amuse himself with his brightly colored plastic toys until it was time for his nap.
Jimmy crept to and fro within the confines of the playpen, picking up a toy here and mouthing it for a few minutes before dropping it and moving on to a new toy. Andrew was a bit surprised that he was enjoying the experience too. The toys had such interesting flavors and textures when Jimmy put them in their shared mouth. Within thirty minutes Andrew felt a faintly warm feeling at the front of his diaper as he began to dribble pee. Seconds later, he felt an overpowering undefined urge in his nether regions just before his abdominal muscles contracted and he was flooded with a warm sensation of pleasure as his bowels and bladder let go simultaneously.
Jimmy cooed in simple pleasure while Andrew’s more adult mind warred with itself. On one hand, he knew he should feel disgusted by what he had just done, but his feelings were all wrong. He had liked it! He just couldn’t enjoy peeing and pooping his diaper like a baby, could he? Jimmy’s bladder cut loose again, soaking the entire front of his diaper. Andrew could feel the warm pee running down his crotch and dripping off his testicles to pool in the bottom of his diaper. Jimmy grinned and chortled at the tickling feeling the dripping pee gave him and peed some more.
Andrew was in emotional shock; he really liked the feeling of pissing in his diapers! Jimmy espied a rattle in the corner of the playpen and made a beeline for the colorful toy. Andrew felt the warm soggy diaper squish between his legs with every movement of his knees, enjoying every minute of it. When Jimmy reached the rattle and took it in his hand before plopping himself down in his wet, poopy diaper, Andrew liked that too. Jimmy shook the rattle awkwardly with one hand while making loud consonantless sounds to accompany the musical rattling noise coming from the toy in his hand. This went on for a long time before Krystyn reappeared and changed their dirty diaper and tucked them in the crib for their midmorning nap.
When they were awoken again, the rest of the day passed much as the morning had as did the days that followed. Andrew had been taken by the dream and drifted from one nap to another without considering what was happening to him. The line of nerves feeding him information about the outside world gradually opened while he slept, giving him full access to baby Jimmy’s sensorium. One morning, Andrew was surprised when he wished that his thumb was in his mouth so he could suck on it and discovered that he was suddenly able to control his hand again as he promptly popped his thumb into his mouth. Later that day, he discovered that it was he, not Jimmy, who eagerly reached for the bottle of formula when Krystyn gave it to him. He was even more shocked at the end of the day when Krystyn tickled his belly as she changed his diaper and discovered that it was he, not Jimmy who was chortling in delight at her attentions.
After a day or two, (Andrew could no longer keep track of time), Andrew looked around and suddenly discovered that he was all alone in his head. Jimmy no longer controlled any part of his body. By this time, however, there was no appreciable difference between the two. Andrew laughed and cooed when Jimmy would have and played with his toys in the same way. Their behaviors and mindsets were the same. They were identical. Andrew had been assimilated. Only Andrew’s memories of having lived a life before his transformation set him apart from any other infant. That night, Krystyn bathed him carefully with Johnson’s baby soap and shampooed his hair before coating him in baby oil and washing him again to seal the moisture in his skin and make it extra-soft for the next day. When she was done, she took him out of the tub and carefully dried him before giving him a long sensuous massage with baby lotion. Then she powdered and diapered him in a heavily perfumed overnight diaper and lay him down in his crib to sleep. “Tomorrow is the big day, Jimmy!”, she said as she tucked his teddy bear by his side and covered him with his receiving blanket, “Your mommy is coming to get you and take you home with her! I think your mommy will be very happy with how you’ve turned out. I’ve never had a happier, sweeter baby to put up for adoption.”
Andrew smiled a tiny rosebud smile as his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep dreaming of a mother who somehow combined Amber and his birth mother in one person. In his mind, they had merged into a single person.
“Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline, pt I, sec 3 [1887]
Andrew awoke after having the strangest dream. Before he opened his eyes, he sought to ground himself in the memories of the day before reviewing the disturbing content of the dream itself. The dream had been so incredibly detailed and complex that he could hardly distinguish between his actual memories and the dream. Somehow the dream had blended with the memories of the day before until they seemed like a seamless sequence of events. He remembered having a conversation over the three-foot-tall, steel-wired cyclone back fence with his neighbor Allie about washing techniques. Andrew had just finished mowing his small backyard and his neighbor was hanging up her wash on the line when he asked her why she didn’t get a dryer instead of hanging out the wash. Allie had replied that she had a dryer, but that drying the clothes in the Sun gave them a fresh scent that no dryer could possibly match. She told him that she only used the dryer on rainy days when she had no choice and that on a perfect Spring day like that day, there was no reason not to take advantage of the Sun and breeze.
Allie added in a maternal aside that her mother had told her when she was a little girl that the only way to dry a cloth diaper perfectly was to hang the freshly washed diaper in the breeze and let the Sun sterilize it. Allie smiled in remembered disappointment and said that the knowledge that her mother had passed on to her might never be of use to her, but she wanted Andrew to know in case he became a father someday. She shook her head as she continued to pin her blouses and underwear to the line with clothespins.
He had told her that Spring had only brought him his annual sinus condition and had instantly loosed a violent sneeze as if to make his point. Upon hearing Andrew’s loud nasal eruption, Allie stopped what she was doing and had come over to the fence to suggest to him in a maternal way that perhaps if he took a nice hot bath maybe the steam would open his sinuses so that he’d feel better. Andrew had agreed to take her advice, telling her he was planning to take a nice long bath that night.
Andrew really liked his neighbor and was very attracted to her slim build that her tight fitting jeans displayed so well. Her ample bosom was contained neatly within the white ruffled blouse that she wore that morning, giving him a slight tingle of sexual titillation as he watched them bob up and down in response to her bending and straightening as she hung the clothes on the line. He remembered wishing that she was closer to his age so he could ask her out, but the gulf of five years made him feel like she was more his mother than a possible girlfriend. Rather than run the risk of embarrassing himself by asking her out, he had long ago decided to have her his confidant rather than his girlfriend.
Once the decision had been made, they had quickly become casual friends, occasionally grocery shopping together so she could teach him how to select ripe produce and help him learn the rudiments of cooking. In return, he would check the oil, water and transmission fluids on her car, even though she was perfectly capable of doing it for herself. Actually, Allie was completely self-contained. After her ill-fated marriage at eighteen which endured a stormy three years, but seemed to last an aeon , she was perfectly content to stay single. Her parents had died in the same year of her divorce, leaving her a huge trust fund which would easily support her for the rest of her life. Rather than spend the money frivolously, she elected to live a simple life in a small home which she owned outright, volunteering her free time to help at the neighborhood Daycare center for the poor.
Her only regret in life was that she wanted a baby of her own. She had formally applied to the State adoption service, but the fact that she was single counted heavily against her even though her well-documented trust fund proved that no baby of hers would ever feel the sting of financial want. They told her that with the long waiting list for childless couples, that it was unlikely that they would have a baby available for adoption for her soon. One of the councilors had felt sorry for her and had told her “off the record” that she might try a private adoption agency. Most private agencies were less concerned with placing infants with couples, then with the financial status and good record of the adoptive parent. She warned her though, that private adoption was likely to be very expensive. Allie had reminded the councilor that she had plenty of money and thanked him for the idea, saying that she’d begin looking into the prospects with a private agency immediately. It didn’t take her long to find an agency that agreed to attempt to find a baby for her.
After talking to him about his sinuses, Allie had excitedly told Andrew that morning about the discussion she had had with the young woman at the private adoption agency the day before over a cup of coffee. She had told Allie that it would take from three to four weeks to find a baby for her to adopt. The only stipulation the woman had made was that the agency only had baby boys for adoption and that oftentimes the children had congenital physical problems. She told Andrew that she would rather adopt a healthy baby girl rather than a sickly boy, but she agreed to look at the baby boy if one was found for her.
Andrew vaguely remembered going to the local Walgreen’s Pharmacy that afternoon to pick up his refill for Allegra that had been prescribed for his sinus problem. From that moment on, his dream memories seemed to have taken over. In the dream, he had been somehow changed into an infant and had spent three weeks in an elaborate escape-proof nursery in a house owned by a woman named Krystyn. In the dream, he had fought becoming a baby again, but he had lost and had inevitably come to enjoy being an infant again. He thought a moment about all the sensations and feelings he had enjoyed in the dream and was shocked to find he still felt the same way about them. Even laying there, safe in his bed at home, he had the strongest urge to put his thumb in his mouth and begin sucking. He decided that the dream must have given him cold sweats during the night because his underwear felt wet and clammy that morning. He felt his bare chest with his hand and was surprised that he hadn’t put on his pajamas the night before the way he usually did. He must have been so tired that he had gone to bed wearing nothing but his briefs. He rolled over fitfully in his half-slumber, waiting for his alarm clock to go off to tell him it was time to get up. He had no intention of opening his eyes until that moment. He struggled a bit trying to roll over, feeling an unaccustomed weakness in the muscles of his back and legs. Once he managed to turn over, his outstretched hand unexpectedly hit something furry in his bed. “What the…?”, he asked himself as he felt the foreign object with his hand.
The object was huge! It must have spanned ten hand lengths and was covered in some sort of soft-napped, fur-like fabric. He felt around a bit more and decided that the thing must be some kind of stuffed toy. He could feel a face and two arms and as he explored lower, he could feel that it had legs too. “Who put that thing in my bed?”, he wondered to himself sleepily, “I don’t own any stuffed toys!”
He took his hand and laboriously pushed himself on his side again to consider the odd happenings in his bed. As he did, heard a strange crackling, crinkling sound coming from his waist. He put his hand down to his crotch and felt a thin plastic sheathing covering a puffy feeling padding underneath. As he squeezed the fluid logged gel he felt it squish wetly underneath his fingers. “What the….” he thought to himself in rising panic, “These aren’t my briefs! Just what the heck am I wearing?”
His eyes flew open to discover that he was in the crib of his dreams. He looked down to see his loins encased in a set of very wet disposable diapers. It all was real! Everything that had happened to him for the past three weeks was real! He had been turned into a baby again! In an anguish of mental torment, Andrew let out a wail of horror. Within minutes, Krystyn was at the side of the crib and taking him out for a diaper change. “There, there, now Jimmy. Calm down,” she said as she laid him on the changing station and put a pacifier in his mouth, “Your mommy will be here in a few minutes to pick you up. We can’t have you crying and making your face all puffy, now can we? Not after all the trouble I went to last night to make you all soft and sweet smelling.”
She quickly unfastened his diaper and cleaned his pubes and bottom before giving his entire body a light dusting of baby powder and rubbing it into his skin to heighten the smell of the perfume. Then she lifted his legs and slipped a clean diaper beneath him and fastened the tapes in place. Once she had finished, she picked him up from the changing table and held him close to her chest, patting his thickly diapered bottom comfortingly. “There you go!”, she said brightly, “All better! See? Let’s take you downstairs to the family room so you can be there when she arrives, okay?”
Strangely, Andrew did feel comforted by the clean diaper and having her hold him close to her bosom. The pacifier had calmed his initial panic and her gentle pats on his rump made him feel secure in her arms. He laid his head against her shoulder and closed his eyes as she carried him down the stairs to the family room. She sat him in the playpen while she went to the kitchen to get his bottle of formula. She returned a few minutes later and handed it down to his waiting hands. Andrew immediately began suckling with the expertise acquired during the past three weeks of being bottle fed every morning. While he engaged himself with his liquid breakfast, she got herself a cup of coffee from the kitchen and waited for her client to arrive. Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang and she went to answer it. It was her client as expected. She ushered the young woman into the room to see her adoptive son. Andrew was so busy sucking on the bottle that he didn’t notice her at once and only looked up when he heard the sound of Allie’s voice say, “He’s simply adorable! How could any woman give him up for adoption? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful child!”
When he saw Allie standing over his playpen, Andrew dropped the baby bottle in shock and tried to shout with upraised arms, “Allie, help me!”, but all that came out was, “Allllgaaaa maaa!”
Allie smiled down at him and said, “Can you say ‘ma-ma’ for Mommy, Sweetiepie?”
“Ma-ma?”, Andrew inquired almost automatically. It was the only word he could still say.
“Did you hear that,” Allie said excitedly to Krystyn, “He called me ma-ma! What’s his name?”
“His name is Jimmy, although you can call him anything you want. He’s your baby now. Look at how he’s peering up at you, I think he’s infatuated with you. I think that the two of you where made for each other,” Krystyn said smoothly, trying to hurry the transaction along, “Now about the final payment…”
“It’s here in my purse,” Allie said as she bent over the playpen to pick Andrew up in her arms, “Let’s go sit down on the couch and I’ll pay you right now.
Allie sat on the couch and perched Andrew on her left thigh while she went through her purse on her right to find the envelope with the final payment. Andrew reached out with his hand and brushed the side of Allie’s cheek tentatively with his tiny fingertips as she took the envelope out of her purse and handed it to Krystyn. Then she turned back and smiled at Andrew’s attempt to stroke her face, saying, “You know, I think I will rename him. There was the nicest college boy who used to live next to me who just up and left about three weeks ago. His name was Andrew Dremer. He was such a gentle and sweet boy like little Jimmy here. There’s something in Jimmy’s face that reminds me of Andrew. I wonder what happened to him. One day he was there and the very next day his place was empty. I never heard him move out. It was almost like he had been whisked off by some magical power. I was a little hurt that he didn’t say goodbye to me. He didn’t even leave a forwarding address. Even though he was too young for me to date, I liked him a lot. He seemed so helpless most of the time he was around me that he made me feel like his mother. I hope he’s alright wherever he is, he was so innocent and lovable. Just like little Jimmy here. I think I’ll call Jimmy ‘Andrew’ in memory of that sweet young man who so desperately needed a woman to take care of him. Maybe he found his perfect love and went off to live with her.”
Krystyn smiled crookedly and said, “Somehow, I have the feeling that he did.”
Allie’s face brightened as she asked with maternal tone of hope in her voice, “You really think he did?”
Krystyn grinned broadly and said, “I’m sure of it!” Krystyn’s face became more businesslike and came to the point as she said, “The final adoption papers will be ready next week along with the name change. What would you like to call him?”
“Well,” Allie temporized, “Let his middle name be ‘James’ and change his first name to Andrew, he’ll have my last name of course, so for the records, his name will be ‘Andrew James Elder’. I’ll call him Andy.”
“Good choice,” Krystyn smirked evilly, thinking what an odd coincidence it was that Andrew’s next door neighbor should be the one to adopt him. From what Allie had said, she had been half-mother to him already before he had been transformed into an infant. Even more coincidentally, she had decided to rename him and give him back his original first name. Obviously, these two were meant to be mother and baby together. Krystyn got up and handed a blue diaper bag to Allie, saying, “This is my gift to the two of you. It’s got a bib, a couple of pacifiers, several bottles of formula, a jar of baby food and a spoon, clean diapers, a package of baby wipes and two clean T-shirts inside. Did you buy the infant auto seat the way I asked you to before you came here? You know you can’t legally transport an infant without one.”
“Oh yes, it’s already mounted in the backseat of the car!”, Allie answered.
“Good! I wouldn’t want you to get a ticket on the first day with him. It might ruin your whole day. Why don’t the two of you go buy a stroller and go clothes shopping for him,” Krystyn suggested, “You have everything you need for a shopping trip in the diaper bag. You can buy him as many outfits as you like since you don’t have to worry about him outgrowing his clothes. He’ll always be this size and age.”
“I know, you explained that to me before I came over,” Allie said with a sad note in her voice, “It seems such a shame that such a beautiful baby boy will never grow up to be a man.”
“I’m sure that there are reasons for Andrew’s condition that are beyond the understanding of mere mortals,” Krystyn said disingenuously, “Take him shopping! Make him feel like he’s yours forever! He is, you know. He’ll never leave your side. Find the cutest, most adorable baby clothes you can find to show off your spanking new baby boy. Buy him bright toys to divert his baby mind and soft fabrics to caress his tender baby skin. You can eat at the Mall, there’s formula and baby food in the diaper bag. The two of you will have a ball together!”
“You’re right,” Allie admitted, “Shopping sounds like a wonderful idea! I guess I’ll need to get a stroller first. I have his nursery all ready, but that was one thing I forgot.”
Krystyn nodded sagely and agreed, “There’s always something that’s forgotten in making one’s plans.”
Krystyn saw them out the door and began making plans of her own. That boy that was over at her house the other night with Amber, pondered, “What was his name?”
“Ahh, yes,” she said to herself, “His name was Brad. Well Brad, I’ve rarely seen anyone who is as perfect for my collection of baby portraits as you are. Those tapes of you and Amber were most revealing. You’re as infantile a male personality as I’ve seen in a long time. From the way you looked at my portrait on the wall, you seem as interested in meeting me as I am you. Hmm,…I’ll need to call him, preferably from a pay phone so the records can’t be traced. What will my excuse be….Let’s see, I could tell him I found a man’s money clip on the floor next to the couch and that since he’s the only man whose been in the house for months, it must be his. That should fire his imagination and his libido at the same time! I’ll tell him I got his number from Amber and if the meeting falls through, everything will check. I need to deposit this money anyhow and since I’ll already be out, I’ll pick up a cheap flashy money clip to show Brad and give him a call. Something in fake gold I think, to match his false smile and his obvious lack of character.”
She got her purse and the envelope and went out to make another conquest for her business. Usually she consulted with Becky over who she choose, but this was different. For some strange reason, she felt impelled to make this decision on her own. Besides, she was a big girl now and didn’t need Mama Becky looking over her shoulder and telling her what to do every minute. She didn’t need Becky’s help to transform her victims. She knew the spell as well as Becky. Becky was just another control freak who wanted to run her life for her. She had every right to choose who she regressed into infancy.
While Krystyn was out implementing her nefarious plans, Allie and Andy went shopping at the Mall. Allie had wisely stopped first at WalMart and purchased a Fisher-Price stroller, then had taken Andy to the Mall for an extended shopping expedition. Before she took him out of the car, she took one of the T-shirts out of the diaper bag and slipped it over his head and worked his arms through the sleeves. Then she unfolded the new stroller, strapped him into the seat and put the diaper bag in the rack underneath. As Krystyn had promised, they had a ball. Andrew accepted his fate with Allie with enthusiasm. She was his dream mother come true. As long as he had to be an infant again, he was happy as long as he was Allie’s baby. Every so often, he’d look up at her and flash her the most charming, ingratiating grin he could. Of course, the charm he exuded was slightly tarnished by the solid sheet of spit that covered his chin and dripped down to his chest, but Allie didn’t care, it was obvious he adored her. Allie made so many purchases that they had to make several trips back to the car to put them in the trunk so they could continue.
Around noon Andy got a little fussy from hunger and Allie was getting a little hungry herself. She stopped in the Mall food court and picked up a small Chef’s salad with fresh sour cream dressing and croutons. She found a high chair among a line of them at the back of the food court and dragged the wheeled oaken chair to the nearest unoccupied table. Then she unstrapped Andy and put him in the high chair to feed him his lunch. Allie bent down and took the diaper bag from the rack and put it on the table. Then she opened it to find the jar of baby food that Krystyn promised would be in the bag. It was; she found a jar of Gerber Sweet Potatoes. Krystyn had never given Andy Sweet Potatoes before so the taste was a new one for Andy. She had fed him mostly mixed vegetables or puréed green peas to torture him. The minute the spoon hit his mouth, he was in heaven. How could Krystyn could have missed this? With all the squash and vegetable mixtures he had been forced to eat, there was nothing to compare with the sweet full aroma of the yams as they filled his mouth and found a comfortable home in his tummy. He polished off the jar in nothing flat, then nursed on the bottle of formula that Allie gave him while she ate her salad. Before he had finished his bottle, his eyes had drooped closed and he fell asleep with the bottle in his lap.
Allie took the bottle from his hands and recapped it, then returned it to the diaper bag before she moved it back to the rack on the back of the stroller. Then she patted him on the back gently to wind him without waking him before she lifted him from the high chair and carefully sat him in the stroller and strapped him back in while she finished her lunch. Andy slumbered on as she threw her dirty bowl and styrofoam container of iced tea in the trash bin and continued her shopping spree. Before long he was both wet and messy and even though he still slept, she wanted to change him as soon as possible. She took him to the women’s restroom and waited for a baby changing station to empty before she began unstrapping him.
Andy woke in the unfamiliar environment of a women’s bathroom surrounded by squalling babies on what appeared to be short, wide, foldout ironing boards covered in plastic and fitted with safety straps. When it was his turn, Allie took him from the stroller and laid him back on the changing station, then strapped him in place while she got the diaper bag from the stroller. Andy cooed pleasantly at her attentions, unlike the angry, screaming infants who surrounded him on their changing tables. The other mothers noticed how mild Andy was and commented to Allie that they wished their babies would be as pleasant for their diaper changes. Allie was please with how Andy had behaved himself and paraded him proudly
While this was happening, Krystyn had made contact with Brad to meet her at the park where she feigned forgetfulness in having left the money clip at home. She took him home and offered him coffee while she went to get the money clip. True to his coach’s instructions, Brad refused caffeine on the night before the big game, but accepted her offer of a glass of milk. He drink the proffered glass of milk while he examined the clip carefully and decided whether to claim the unknown clip as his own or not. He had just decided that it was best to take it and thank her profusely when the change began. Within minutes, he was a naked screaming ten-month-old brat on the floor at Krystyn’s feet. She chuckled as she diapered him and brought him up to the nursery to begin his retraining program.
She put him in the crib that Andrew had occupied only that morning and left him for the night. Then she went back to her room and made herself a triple nightcap of evaporated milk and Kahlua before going to bed. It had been a good day. She had made a substantial profit on Andrew, showed her independence from Becky and turned Brad into an infant on the same day.
The next morning, all Hell broke lose in the town. The town’s star quarterback had gone somewhere the night before and had never returned to his parents home. They were frantic and called the police. The coach was equally upset and echoed his parents calls to the police. Soon the police were out canvassing the neighborhoods to see if Brad had been seen with anyone. The local news media was alerted and hourly bulletins were put out on the radio and TV. The town wasn’t all that big and everyone took football very seriously indeed. If the star quarterback had been abducted, there was a good chance they’d loose the big game that night. Everyone in town was up in arms.
It didn’t take Becky long to figure out who was at fault and what to do about it. After all, most of her Coven members liked football too! She sighed and remembered the backup plan she had prepared for just this sort of eventuality. She gathered some of the Coven members together to pay a call on Krystyn and resolve the issue once and for all. Krystyn had endangered the Coven’s existence by her foolishness and would pay. When they opened her front door (magickally picked the locks) and marched up to Krystyn’s bedroom, they found her still asleep with the glass of evaporated milk and Kahlua beside her. One of the Coven members went to the nursery and confirmed that Brad had indeed been regressed. Becky opened a small vial she took from her pocket and emptied it into the remnants of the drink from the night before. She picked up the glass and swirled the contents around for a moment to mix it and said to the other witches in the room, “Alright, it’s time. Let’s wake her up.”
“Krystyn?”, Becky cooed, “Kystyn, it’s time to wake up. It’s time to talk to the Coven about what you’ve done. Wake up, Baby!”
“What the Hell?”, Krystyn choked as she looked around to see the grim-faced Coven members that surrounded her bed. “I’m sorry,” she said hoarsely, “I need something to wet to drink in the morning before I can talk.”
Becky nodded and handed her the drink that was on her nightstand from the night before. Normally Krystyn wouldn’t have touched a milk-based drink that had been standing out all night, but the angry expressions on her fellow witches faces frightened her and made her swallow the dregs whole without delay. Fortunately, the high alcohol content of the Kahlua had preserved the milk from spoiling.
“Well now….,” Becky began, “I seems you have the town in an uproar. The star quarterback has mysteriously disappeared and now they have the entire state looking for him. What did I tell you about maintaining a low profile? You couldn’t pick some unknown student with no family to regress on your own. No, you had to pick the town’s favorite son, just before the big game. You didn’t care about what effects that your spell would have and it exploded in your face. Your probation period as my apprentice is over, Krystyn, and I’m sorry to say that you’ve flunked miserably. You see, we give our apprentices a fair amount of latitude in what they do so they can stretch their powers while we evaluate how well they deal with the power that we give them. Once the period of probation is over, the apprentice is either accepted into the Coven or dealt with as required.
Frankly, Krystyn, your lapse in judgement tells me that you need a long rest from making any decisions whatsoever. And your choice in nightcaps tells me that the kind of rest I have in mind for you is just right.”
She sniffed the glass and said, “Evaporated milk and Kahlua, right?”
She smirked and said, “It’s kind of like an adult version of baby formula with a flavor to make it taste like chocolate milk, isn’t it? Well, we can suit your taste for formula and see to the problem you’ve created at the same time. Grechen, get Brad out of the nursery.” She turned to the woman in the bed and handed her some forms on a clipboard and offered her a pen as she said, “Krystyn, we have to move fast, sign these forms.”
“Wha…what are they?”, Krystyn asked in a stupor.
“Don’t ask! Just sign, Damnit! We haven’t time for any more of your foolishness. This is for the Coven, remember?”, Becky demanded. Shirley came up from behind Becky and stamped the documents with a notary’s seal and entered it into her record book. Once the forms were signed and notarized, the law was clear; Shirley was a notary public and the forms had been freely signed without duress. The forms would be legal in every sense of the word. Even if they weren’t, in a week or so, the forms would disappear entirely, so they didn’t have to be perfect. They were only a temporary measure to have for insurance while the Coven set things in their proper places again.
Krystyn complied meekly to the High Priestess’s demands and signed each form where indicated. When she was done, Becky smiled at her for the first time and said, “There, now that’s all done. I am now your legal guardian and you’ve signed over all your property to me. In addition, you’ve given me your full power-of-attorney, backdated to last week. You’ve also signed a document saying that you feel that mental pressures have made you incapable of handling your affairs and want me to dispose of your property to pay for mental treatment which you intend to seek in another state. That’s all there is to it!”
“What do you mean that’s all there is to it? I’m a member of the Coven, aren’t I?”, Krystyn squealed in dismay.
“Not anymore! A quorum of the Coven has voted on your crime and the decision is final!”, Becky said with the resonance of Queenly authority, “You gave up the protection of the Coven the minute you disobeyed the rules of secrecy. You will have to face the consequences of your actions! You endangered the Coven by being stupidly greedy and will have to pay the price for your asinine cupidity. From this instant on, you own nothing. Your car, your house and bank accounts have become my responsibility to manage and utilize for the Coven’s good. You don’t even own your own body. As far as the Coven is concerned, you’re only an errant child waiting to be disciplined and put in her proper place.”
“But I’m not a child,” she quailed, “I’m a full grown woman!”
Becky smiled cruelly and said, “That particular problem will be rectified within minutes. You see, the minute you drank from the glass on the bedside table you should have started regressing into infancy. The only reason you didn’t is that the rest of the Coven as well as myself put a stasis spell on you until we were finished. It’s time to lift that spell now and allow you to become what you truly are; an infantile little girl who can’t control herself!”
Becky turned to the Germanic blonde-haired witch named Grechen and said, “Did you bring the diapers and plastic pants from the nursery?”
“Yes, Mistress,” answered Grechen respectfully.
“Laura, did you bring enough cash with you to take the evening flight to Dallas?”, the High Priestess demanded of the slim, brunette witch.
“Yes, mistress. I brought over two thousand dollars in cash as you specified. I put five hundred dollars in twenty dollar bills in four plain security envelopes as per your instructions and have the four envelopes divided up and hidden in two zippered, anti-pickpocket underblouse body wallets as you ordered. I have another hundred dollars in assorted twenties, tens, fives, and ones as well as five dollars in change in a small change purse in my pocket so I can pay the cabbie without exposing how much money I’m really carrying.
I also brought two wigs and a change of clothes in an old oversized handbag. I’ll stuff the wig that I’ll meet the preacher in as well as the clothes I’m wearing in my old handbag and leave it in one of the womens’ restrooms of the Dallas airport after turning over the babies. I’ll stuff a few twenties in and around the clothes so that it will be sure to be stolen the minute I leave the restroom. I also have the false ID that you had prepared for me in case of emergency in my purse,” answered Laura.
“You have the number of the witch who is a member of the Dallas police department memorized?”, Becky asked.
“Yes, mistress,” the woman replied with certainty.
“Good, she’ll help you if anything goes awry. She’s not as powerful magickally as we are, but her position gives her temporal powers that are sometimes useful to the Coven. Now go and prepare a large diaper bag for two babies for a plane flight tonight. Formula and food, with plenty of diapers and receiving blankets. Male and female, approximately ten-months-old each, got that?”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied the young brunette woman as she scurried away to execute her mistress’s orders.
“Shella!” Becky shouted, “Do you have the emergency number with you? Give it to Laura so that she can make contact with the Reverend if necessary. Make sure you mail the adoption orders to Allie in the morning. Use gloves to handle the certificate and envelope so there will be no fingerprints and wear a hairnet. Also, be sure to use self-adhesive stamps on the letter so you won’t leave any of your saliva. Post the letter at the in the Mail Box at the Post Office’s drive-thru. I want no slip ups on this one. We made a mistake with Krystyn, let’s not repeat it.”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied the dark garbed woman at the other side of the bed.
“Then call that number and tell them we have two of Satan’s own babes to be taken into the house of the Lord,” Becky ordered, “When you’re finished call the airport make one way reservations for three on the next flight to Dallas, one adult and two infants. Use the name on Laura’s fake ID. Do you understand? She can come back using her regular ID and pay cash.”
“Immediately, Mistress,” responded the dark garbed woman as she left the room in haste.
“What doo…do you mean; two infants, High Priestess?” asked Krystyn humbly.
Becky chuckled and said, “While we aren’t Satanists, I’ll bet you didn’t think I’d have a Baptist preacher’s number in Texas, did you? Strange how these things work themselves out. It never hurts to plan ahead and have a backdoor that no one expects. There’s a preacher in Texas farms out babies to deserving couples. Brad is going to be one of them. You’ll be the other. Now here is the fun part, this particular preacher only selects the most righteous, God-fearing members of his flock to be adoptive parents. You will never hear of witchcraft again. After a few years of crawling in diapers at the Holy Roller’s feet, the whole idea of witchcraft will be anathema to you. To make sure that you do, we’ve enchanted you with an ‘extra’ little spell for your edification and punishment. Under their influence, you’ll never develop any sort of powers again. They will pray over you constantly for God to release you from permanent babyhood, but it will never happen.
They will think that a spell binds you, but in fact you will merely have been subjected to a change at the cellular level and the spell’s energies will have been long since dissipated. You yourself will receive a second spell, a geas, which will permanently change the structure of your psyche. The geas will…do things to your psyche that you can’t imagine now. Among the changes will be hallucinations which we believe you will find…distasteful. There will be other effects which you won’t like but are necessary for the security of the Coven. Unless your new parents wish to indulge themselves in witchcraft and have the power, there is nothing they can do will change you back to what you were before. You and Brad will never talk again and never grow up.
Shella will tell the minister now that she’s kidnapped you from a sect of baby-killing Satanists and is frightened for her life. She’s quite theatrical with her histrionics and her voice is close enough to Laura’s in timbre so that he won’t detect the switch. She’ll tell him that they put a curse on you to remain babies so that you can be used as human sacrifices. Of course its all one huge lie, but it’s what they want to believe, so why not say it? People believe what they want to believe, not the truth.”
“But I’m not a baby!”, Krystyn said.
“Yes,” Becky rejoined, “There is that one little detail. I just wanted you to know what we were going to do and why. But you’re right, it’s time to allow the transformation to take place.”
She lifted her hands on high and said, “Coven members, attend me now! As your Queen, I do both command and abjure you to do my willing! Release the stasis spell which we have laid upon this woman.”
Immediately, Krystyn began shrinking into an infant. When she had shriveled into infantine impotence, Becky took the diaper which Grechen had left on the bed and diapered her former apprentice, then she raised both her feet in one of her hands and pulled a pair of vinyl pink pants down over her legs and diapers.
Laura appeared with baby Brad in her arms dressed in a diaper and T-shirt. She passed another T-shirt to Becky and Krystyn was swiftly dressed to match her (supposed) twin brother. With only a nod, Laura took the two babies into her arms and took them outside to go to the airport. She strapped them in behind the drivers seat with no regard for the law about baby seats in cars. It didn’t matter, the spell she had placed on the car made them absolutely invisible in the back seat. A different version of the same spell would make her presence completely forgettable after she had passed the ticket desk and boarded the airline. She would pay for the ticket in untraceable cash.
Within four hours after she had passed everyone who had chanced to see her or the two babes in arms that she carried would forget as well. Within twelve hours, she would be back home and there would be no records or memories to betray her. Since the spell operated at the cellular level of memory and perception, no amount of truth serum or hypnosis could make the ostensible witnesses reveal what had been erased from the neurochemical structure of their minds. Even the Baptist minister who took the babies from her would find within twenty-four hours that he could not remember her face, hair color or the clothes she wore.
Then the true coverup would begin; the house would be emptied of furniture and then demolished. After that was accomplished, the tax records and utility records were modified to show that taxes had never been paid on the city owned lot and that the utilities had never been installed or turned on. The telephone company suddenly “never” had a customer with the unlikely name of “Krystyn Rockaby”. The original building permits vanished along with the new permits Krystyn had gotten when she upgraded the security on the house. The accounts receivables registers in a hundred businesses and local businesses changed overnight as all payments, debts and credits created by the adult Krystyn were expunged from the records. All evidence of Krystyn’s physical existence on Earth disappeared from reality. The person named Krystyn Rockaby had never existed, her deceased parents had died childless. Before the day was out, her voter registration and party affiliation would disappear from the records. Her birth records and school records vanished into thin air overnight. Even the checkout records from the Public Library would vanish overnight. High School yearbooks in hundreds of homes and two libraries (the local library and the High School library) had blank spaces (a notoriously bad error on the part of the printer, everyone would remember as they looked at the blank spot in the school yearbook) where Krystyn’s photo had been. Family albums changed as she vanished from class photos of every class she had attended from Kindergarten to High School.
The van that she had driven would be found abandoned at the side of a lonely road without plates or prints. The van would be found in pristine condition; without a trace of hair, fiber, stain or evidence of normal use of any sort. The tires would show no wear and would look brand new. When the police found the van and ran a check of its VIN number (vehicle identification number) it was found to be the unsold property of a car dealership and was returned to them as recovered stolen property. Even the sealed odometer reading was consistent with a one way trip from its original owner, the car dealership. Both the police and the dealership’s manager would be baffled as to how a two year old car was still listed on the dealership’s books as new and unsold. They also would be mystified as to how and why the thieves stole a car that had obviously gotten misplaced on the lot and then abandoned the still valuable vehicle.
Krystyn would become an “unperson” in Orwell’s phraseology. While there was nothing they could do about Brad except hide him among the Baptists of Texas, Krystyn’s very existence could be systematically erased in toto. A few minor spells on her neighbors, and they would only remember that the lot on the corner of the street had always been a weed-overgrown empty lot.
The rest of the Coven members removed any magickal equipment and records from Krystyn’s room as they prepared to depart. It had been a nice, clean, surgical operation, so unlike the shoddy way that the former apprentice named Krystyn preferred to do business. At it’s highest levels, a well-organized coven has the same striking power of a CIA black bag, wet-operations and clean-up crew. There was nothing left to find in the morning. The principals and the evidence were gone, totally eradicated beyond humankind’s ability to find or reproduce upon demand.
Within two days, Krystyn’s driving record, insurance history, medical history, vaccination records, IRS records, credit records, utility bills, social security records, school records and vital statistics had ceased to exist. Krystyn’s entire life vanished instantaneously as magickally-charged programs swept the financial, educational and medical institutions for evidence that the person named Krystyn Rockaby had existed and eradicated the data instantly and permanently. The combination of computers and magick could reach into the most secure database and eradicate every iota of Krystyn’s former existence.
Hundreds of perfectly forged orders from the Federal Marshal’s “Witness Protection Program” appeared on the desks of the keepers of the magick resistant titanium-steel vaults of paper records with the proper seals and signatures of relevant officials, ordering the recipient to destroy any physical documentation of Krystyn’s former identity. (These documents were accompanied by the usual threats of immediate imprisonment without benefit of bail, council or trial under the relevant Federal Statutes granting unlimited emergency executive power to the Federal Marshal Service to seize anyone who disregarded it’s orders to be put into solitary confinement and have the key be, in effect, thrown away. Once you had angered the ultimate keepers of State secrets, there was no forgiveness or remission of sins; only the oubliette or death would satisfy their blood-thirsty, gut-gnawing need for revenge.)
As always, the record keepers obeyed without a murmur of disagreement. To argue or disagree with the government agencies involved would cause them to disappear more completely than the victims of the dictatorial regimes of South American Dictatorships. Not a single record keeper had ever had the courage to dispute the right of the government to subvert their private file systems. To do so would incur the wrath of a group who might decide to drop their bullet-riddled corpse in a pit filled with wet lime in the dead of night. The government had grown too powerful and dangerous for either large corporations or individuals to fight.
Within a month, the house itself would be gone along with any memories or records that ever demonstrated it’s existence. After the clean up crew had completed their job, there were no tax records, titles or land transfers on the property itself to indicate that the empty lot had been anything other than a weed-choked eyesore that was owned by a negligent city. The weeds that sprouted overnight were as much a joke as they were a cover-up. The eldritch work detail enjoyed playing pranks when the opportunity presented itself and the simple growth spell camouflaged their work perfectly to the casual observer. The ragweed that grew to man-height overnight made everyone in the neighborhood with allergies suffer. Once their work was done, the Coven would disappear into the background again with nary a ripple on the surface of reality to show it had ever been present.
Like their forebearers, the antecedent inheritors of the Coven’s traditions had learned to perform their work invisibly and vanish into nothingness. Survival of the Coven meant absolute secrecy above all. Those who violated the terms of their sacred oath, were subject to the justice of the Coven. The only evidence that Krystyn had ever existed would soon lay in the minds of the two eternal babes in the hands of Baptist missionaries three states south. As time went on, Brad’s mind would deteriorate until what was in his cute infant head resembled the outer shell that remained of his former existence. In a month at most, his mind would regress into early infancy, leaving not a shred of clue to what had happened that morning.
Krystyn’s mind would suffer a far more ghastly fate. An enchantment had been laid on her to prevent her mind from deteriorating like Brad’s psyche. As a precaution, a geas was laid upon her to keep her from attempting to communicate her true intelligence by any means to her caretakers. By her behavior, she would appear to be a normal infant. The geas would force her to crawl, play, giggle, babble and bawl like any infant, whether she willed it or no. Her body would become an infant automaton which would house Krystyn’s adult mind. Brad would at least be allowed the blessing of nepenthe so that his fate would not be an unhappy curse for more than a month. Given his behavior with his former girlfriends, Becky judged his fate to be just. Krystyn, on the other hand, had incurred the wrath of the Coven and had been stripped of her powers as well as her body. She would retain her memories and self-awareness, but without any mental defenses against the barrage of Christian preaching and exorcisms which would eventually grind her down to a naked ego who would become terrified of spells and witchcraft as the metaphysical ideology of her caretakers ate its way into her mind like a horrible worm-like parasite that devoured her psyche, leaving tunnels in her reason that were back-filled with the waste of illogical myth.
The knowledge that she had been a witch and that her own activities had caused the curse of God to fall upon her would shrivel her soul like a sun-dried raisin. The effect of the geas would also prevent her from mentally accepting Christ as her Lord, so that avenue of escape was closed to her as well. She would become a weepy, whiny, fearful personality whose infant body would fit like a tailored suit. She would regret that she had ever been born and live in terror of her personal Judgement Day when (as she would come to believe) she would crouch on all fours at the feet of God to receive His eternal damnation for the abominable sin of witchcraft. The very smell of her poopy diapers would become a curse of their own as they reminded her several times daily of the fetid reek of Hell which was to become the place of her eternal torment on the day that she died. There would be nothing in her life to bring her heart gladness or solace of soul. Everything that she would do as an infant would incur guilt as every loving thing that was done for her would remind her of the price that must be paid for sinning against God’s commandments as set forth in the Bible whose every word she would know and come to believe in.
While she would be Baptized early in her stay with the Baptists, the pious act on the part of the minister would make no difference to a person who constitutionally could not accept the ascendance and forgiveness of God. She had committed evil as an adult and could not accept Jesus into her heart. Her helpless body would not even permit her to make an evil-ameliorating act that a Catholic Bishop might praise. Krystyn would know no redemption for her sins on Earth. Knowing this, her mind would descend into a continuous consideration of the horrors the next life would bring. The loving arms of her caretakers as they carried her helpless body from one room to another would bring forth images of demons who would carry her equally helpless soul from one torture pit to the next.
If she was lightly paddled on her diapered bottom for being naughty, she would imagine the barbed, acid-dripping, poisoned demonic scourges that were soon to come to flay the ethereal “skin” from the corpus of her soul and she would scream in absolute terror as she befouled her diaper in fear each time she was spanked. Since the Baptists believed in corporal punishment for childhood naughtiness and the restructuring of her brain by the geas would force her into occasional infantine waywardness, it was a punishment that she would receive many times in the years to come.
When her future adoptive mother put her naked infant body into a tub filled with cotton-candy perfumed bubble bath, she would be shocked by the infant girl’s reaction to the mounds of foam that frothed up around her. For Krystyn, the vision of being boiled alive by demons in a seething simple (a supersaturated solution of sugar and water) was so clear that it would be almost a reality to her. She would see the small mounds of bubbles clinging to her arms as the incredibly hot froth from the viscous, sticky syrup that bonded on skin like hot glue and proved impossible to scrape from her skin before it raised huge blisters on her skin as it cooked the flesh beneath. Krystyn would believe that her agony was the punishment that was specific to the sin of gluttony. She had loved sweets; in particular her chocolate-covered cherries from Belgium and the Demonic torture of being boiled alive in sugar syrup was her personally assigned retribution for her sin of her devotion to sweets in place of a more righteous devotion to God.
The adoptive mother would watch querulously as her baby girl frantically tried in clumsy baby fashion to push the foam off her skin. She would smile happily, trying to show her baby girl that the foam was harmless by playing with it and would mound a huge pile on her arm before doing the same to the baby. Krystyn would look on in horror as the female demon gleefully dipped its own scaled, dainty claw in the frothing, boiling sugar, then covered Krystyn’s arm in a mass of the infinitely painful brew. Krystyn would stare in horror as the overcooked flesh fell from her hand and arm to reveal the bones and tendons that lay beneath her fingers and arm. The Demon would smile at her open mouthed stare at her arm and scoop up a handful of seething syrup in the bones of its fleshless hand and with a hideous grin on its horrible visage, blew the five hundred degree seething froth onto her face. Krystyn would scream as she felt the skin and muscles that had formed her face melt and slide from her skull to cool instantly in the cool water of her bath and form a hideous sort of hard sugar-coated baked-flesh candy. Instantly, the Demon would pick her up and begin to scrub her remaining skin from her living flesh with course grained sandpaper while it uttered grotesque noises of pleasure at the sound of her screams.
Once that small suffering had been completed, the Demon would carry her off to find a new torment with which to torture her spirit. After the Demon had lain her on the filth covered floor of the cave and bound her loins with a cruel chastity belt that had no lock, it would place her in the center of the web of a giant spider in the corner of the subterranean cave. Krystyn would relax and try to remain quiet least any noise alert the giant spider to her presence. Every time she would move, the chastity belt would make a high pitched crinkling noise that would indicate to her it was constructed from infinitesimally small interwoven rings of chain mail forged by equally infinitesimally tiny ultra-demonette hands. The high pitched crinkling sound that the belt sounded was really the tiny, tinny clash of thousands of rings as they slapped together. The chastity belt was obviously meant as a sonic lure for the giant spider. If she moved around too much, the spider would be alerted and return to its nest to devour her.
After a few minutes, she would decide that the monstrous spider must be in another part of the web and hadn’t felt her vibrations through the fine mesh that it had woven. As long as she remained quiet and didn’t touch the web itself, she knew she would be safe. The floor of the nest was soft and totally unlike the rest of the web, although the remains of the skeletons and detrius from the spider’s previous dinners lay strewn about her on the floor of the nest. Before her lay a segment of the blue bulbous jointed spine of some unknown creature of Hell and in the corners of the nest there were what must have been the bones of the forelimbs of other creatures. When she picked them up, they would rattle noisily, so she would lay them down in quiet haste before the sounds summoned the spider to her lair.
Krystyn would awake at midnight to find herself in an open-topped wrought iron cage surrounded by the corpses of dead furry animals. She would know instinctively that they must be corpses because they failed to move or breath in the slightest. Over the cage would fly a flight of circling diminutive winged demonettes screeching their tiny songs of praise to their Foul Master in the Nethermost Ring of Hell, but Krystyn would know they were only watchers to make sure she didn’t escape her cage. Strangely, she would feel that being in an iron cage in Hell felt faintly comforting. It would mean that the demons were finished with her for a time and that she could rest before the torture began anew. From her viewpoint, at least she wouldn’t have to worry about being paralyzed by spider venom and being cocooned in spider silk to be hung as a late night snack for a spider. The thought of having the all her bodily fluids sucked from within her while she watched would make her blood run cold.
Perhaps the demons were saving that bit of horror for another day, she would muse as she began to fall into the deep, restful slumber of infancy. She would kick her legs a bit and would realize she had been wrong in her assessment of relative safety. While she slept, the spider had would have already paid her a visit and cocooned for its next meal. When she put her little hands next to her face for close examination in the dim light of the nursery’s five watt nightlight, she would begin to panic. Her hands would be covered with what appeared to be the soft white silk of a spider’s cocoon. She would wait open-eyed for hours awaiting the giant spider’s return to suck her body dry of fluid before it rended her still quivering flesh limb-by-limb so it could devour each morsel of the sweet-blooded baby girl in arachnid delectation. Finally, she would fall into an exhausted slumber which was so deep that she couldn’t be roused. When she woke the next morning, she would be back in the real world. Her hallucinations would end when true sleep overcame her. Unfortunately for her peace of spirit, the visions would return again and again; the witches’ spell on her insured that they would…endlessly, until the day that she died and was reborn again.
The adoptive mother would be astonished by the baby’s reaction to the bubble bath. Every touch of the harmless foam would make the infant girl wail as if her flesh was being eaten away by some acid. She would remove the baby from her bath as quickly as possible, thinking that perhaps the baby girl had an allergy to the perfume in the bubble bath. She would dry the baby with the softest bath towel she had, murmuring soothing mothering noises to quiet her, but the baby would still scream in torment of spirit. After drying the screaming baby, she would quickly diaper her in a disposable diaper and set her down in her playpen to calm her . The stratagem would apparently worked, when she discovered that the instant the baby was set down in her playpen, she would become utterly silent. She would play with the toys a bit, but would seem to find no interest in the interlocking plastic chain of blue egg shaped objects and the long handled baby rattles would seem to frighten her, so she would be left as she was. After a while, the baby would fall asleep and her mother would take her out of the playpen to tuck her into her fancy real walnut crib for the night, making sure that all her soft, plushy toys were lined up within easy reach on the back rail and foot of the crib. Her husband would demur on the cost of the expensive crib at first, but when he saw the pitiful little baby girl that the preacher had, and heard the preacher tell the woeful tale of the baby’s rescue from the clutches of the Satanists, his generous heart would melt and he would agree to buy the nursery suite that his wife wanted. Everyone knew that private adoption services cost twenty thousand dollars and more just for the privilege of adopting a baby. He would get off cheap and he would know it. The preacher would require nothing more than the ten percent tithe that they already gave to the church, so he would be no poorer by the adoption itself. If his wife wanted to spend a bit extra for good furniture that would last…Well, that was a savings too! Besides, the preacher mentioned something about the baby not being able to grow older because of an unbreakable Satanic spell. It was good business sense to buy quality if you expected something to last.
“The poor little Dear must have had a terrible time among the Satanists to have reacted that way to a simple baby bath”, Krystyn’s adoptive mother thought as she would tuck the tike’s feet into the infant-style sleeping bag with long sleeves and a zippered bag for her torso and legs beneath her waist. Her adoptive mother would carefully work the cotton mittens over the infant’s hands so she wouldn’t scratch herself with her sharp baby nails while she was sleeping. Then she would switch on the battery powered mobile with multiple levels of miniature winged angels whose piezoelectric speaker sang lullaby-like hosannas in God’s praise that had been recorded in its ROM. Since her mother would feed her before giving the baby her bath, the baby would sleep through the night without further incident.
Even the most pleasant of pleasures of babyhood would become a frightening foreshadowing of the foulness and evil that awaited her at her death. She would know no pleasure in her life; only pain, grief and sorrow. Her belief in her eternal damnation into the foulest place that her inventive mind could imagine would insure that her life would be a living Hell for Krystyn. Thus, the Coven punished foolish and disobedient members that it discovered within its own bosom.
With a motion from her hand, Becky caused her minions to disperse to their appointed duties. She felt badly about losing a promising apprentice, but then, that was the way of the world. “There will be other’s,” she thought as she wrapped her cloak around her and dissolved into the last mist of the early morning.
The next morning, Andrew gurgled happily as a beam of sunlight bore it’s way through the closed curtains and struck the crib sheet. The crib had a light air feel with turned white spindles around all sides so he could see everything in the room from where he sat in his crib. To protect him, there was a one-inch thick padded bumper tied to the bottom of the rails on each of the four sides of the crib so he wouldn’t slip his arms and feet between the spindles as he slept. The room was bright and cheery with a matching white furniture against light powder blue walls with contrasting white woodwork. Circumscribing the nursery, there was a decorative, baby blue, eight-inch-wide strip of plastized wallpaper border set at waist height with small pictures of Winnie-the-Poo gamboling with his friends Eeyor and Piglet. all the way around the room. Everywhere he looked, there was something pleasant and homey to delight him. The floor of the nursery was neatly picked up, with all of his toys in the large toy box that sat underneath the window sill. Next to his toy box stood his walker/activity chair with baby blue cushions with small white pokadots. In the corner of the room, where his beloved Mommy had fed him before tucking him in the night before, was a large white painted wooden rocking chair with a receiving blanket draped over the back of the chair. Directly across from his crib was a matching white, sturdy open-shelved style diaper changing table with its shelves stocked high with diaper changing necessities.
Even the tall white diaper pail sitting beside the changing station had a brown teddy bear face on the side of the pail smiling lovingly back at Andrew. Teddy bears seemed to abound in his new nursery; the drapes were navy blue lightproof flannel (so he could take naps even in the brightest sunshine) with a teddy bear motif that matched the rest of the room. Over his crib hung a Winnie-the-Poo mobile and a Winnie-the-Poo nightlamp sat next to the clear acrylic container full of bulb-type pacifiers that he loved so much on top of the four-drawered dresser next to his crib. Andrew could never remember being happier in his life. He snatched at the sunbeam as his Mommy came through the door to change him and give him his breakfast. Forgetting the ray of sunshine, his face lit up as Allie walked into the room and cooed a good morning to her little baby boy. Andrew reached his arms up and waited to be taken into the warmth and comfort of his Mommy’s bosom. She patted the bottom of his dirty diaper gaily and said, “My! Mommy’s baby is more than a little poopy this morning, isn’t he? Let’s get little Andy into a clean diaper and then he can have his breakfast. Okay, Sweetiepie?”
Andrew gurgled his total agreement and let her take care of the cleanup of his crotch and bottom before she sat down with him in the rocking chair and opened her blouse. She was so thankful that Krystyn had suggested that she see her gynecologist and ask for medications to begin nursing before she adopted little Andy. By the time she got him home from the Mall, her breasts were full of milk and he was hungry. At first he had seemed hesitant, but after she had brushed his cheeks with her fingertips and then stroked the side of his face with her inch-high erectile nipple, his face had turned toward her and taken the teat in his mouth. The feeling that had passed between them at the moment of his first suckling had bound the two of them together for life. When the first jet of warm milk hit the back of Andrew’s throat and made it’s way to his tummy, Andrew forgot his previous life and concentrated on the reality of the mother’s love that was before him. He knew instinctively that she would care for him for the rest of his life. He had no worries or responsibilities. Andrew had finally found the proper woman to love, nurture and care for him for the rest of his life; his Mommy.