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.