Howard wanted to cry. For the first time, Howard became aware of the changes in his behavior that had accompanied his rejuvenation into infancy. He didn’t just look like an infant, he had become one! It was all Anita’s fault! If she hadn’t treated him like an infant, he could have controlled himself. She was the cause of all his woes! She was the one who had prevented him from going to a doctor for treatment! If his rejuvenation continued, he’d be little more than a baby in a day or two. He had to escape and get medical treatment before it was too late! Howard panicked, he had to get away from Anita and get to a hospital! Anything, even prison, was better than what he was becoming. He looked for a way to get out of the crib, but despite his adult intellect he couldn’t find a way out. Howard’s small size and growing weakness made it impossible for him to climb over the railings to escape the crib. Howard became hysterical and tried to run to the end of the crib closest to the bedroom door so he could call to Anita to get him out of the hellish place. On the way, his toes caught a fold in the sheet and he fell, twisting in the air to land flat in the mess contained in his diaper. Howard’s eyes sprang wide open as he felt the pressure of his fall make the foul ooze in the back of his diaper squish up between his legs into his crotch. A warm trickle started running down the insides of his legs and pooled in the mess in which he sat as his bladder emptied itself again. Howard tried to sit up and the pressure on his abdomen made the trickle from his wee-wee turn into a hot torrent that soaked his behind. Howard was beside himself. He had to get away! He tried to stand up and managed to get himself erect before he fell back into the muck of his diaper. Howard’s legs had become to weak to bear his weight and he had become to young to walk.

Weeping in frustration, he called out Anita’s name to get her to come change him and discovered that his lisp had become so bad he was almost incomprehensible. He sat stunned by the revelation. If the rejuvenation continued he wouldn’t even be able to talk. Howard essayed a small sound to test his vocal control and felt a sore spot in the way of his tongue. He put his forefinger in his mouth to palpate the irritation and felt a sore incisor on his upper gum that ached slightly to the touch. As he fingered his upper dentition, the half emerged tooth was sucked back through the gum line to disappear forever. “Oh, my God!,” he thought to himself, “It’s still happening!”

He put his finger back into his mouth to search for more sore teeth, but soon discovered that they had nearly all been absorbed by his youthening body. He could only count two lower incisors in his mouth with his finger. Howard whimpered when he realized that he was almost completely toothless. Anita came in response to his call and stood over the crib, asking, “What’s wrong, Honeybunch? What’s the matter with my baby boy?”

Anita smiled involuntarily at how infantile her former husband looked; he was sitting tearfully in the crib in obviously soaking diapers with his forefinger in his mouth like a eight month old infant. The reek of dirty diapers emanated from his behind and filled the nursery with the smell of baby poop.

Howard looked up at her tearfully and began to explain his predicament as rapidly as possible, forgetting that his finger was still in his mouth. It was several seconds before he realized that all that was coming out of his mouth was unintelligible gibberish. He hastily withdrew his finger, blushing in embarrassment at the being caught like an infant with his finger in his mouth. Howard grew silent for a moment to collect his thoughts and blushed again when he realized the confession he had to make to his wife. Howard stumbled a halting, lisped explanation in babytalk of what he had done and was relieved when she nodded sympathetically instead of criticizing his infantile behavior. She reached over the rails, not bothering to drop the side to pick up his body. Howard was mortified when she carried him over to the changing station and said as she untapped his diaper, “Is my little baby boy messy? Did hims make a poopy in hims dydee? Poor baby! Don’t cry, Sweetheart! Mommy will get you cleaned up and into a nice dry diaper in a minute. Ohhh, baby must like making a mess in hims dydee! Little Howie has a little baby hard-on. Don’t squirm, Honeybunch! Mommy has to get all this nasty poopy off your bottom! There you go, Sweetiepie! Your little hiney is nice and clean. Let’s get some vaseline on your poor little tush so Mommy’s baby won’t get dydee rash.”

Howard closed his eyes in humiliation as Anita lifted his legs and worked a huge dollop of vaseline between his cheeks. The worse part wasn’t that she was treating him like a baby, but that he was actually enjoying the sensations of having her rub the sticky lubricant into his most private place. When he opened his eyes to see his crotch still being held aloft by his feet, he saw that his tiny erection had become even bigger. Was there no end to his ignominy?

Howard was answered when she said as she lowered his bottom to the clean diaper and began pulling its thick padding up between his legs, “There now, Sweetheart. Isn’t that better? Now let Mommy get you tucked into a nice fluffy dydee!”

Tears ran down the sides of Howard’s face as she finished taping the sides of his diaper in place and said, “There you go! All snug as a bug in a rug. Nap time is over, Sweetheart. Don’t cry, Honeybunch! Poor Dear, you must be hungry after your nap. Come on, Sweetie. Mommy will take you to the kitchen and get you some din-din.”

Howard laid his head on her shoulder and wept in despair as she carried him to the kitchen. Howard roused from his overwrought state to discover that Anita had strapped him in a high chair. The chair was covered with a plastic covered padding which reduced the leeway between his hips and the high chair to nearly zero. The chair’s safety strap was threaded through the space between legs and put pressure on the thick absorbent padding of his diaper. He could feel the folds of his diaper being pushed back into his testicles, making him constantly aware that the only thing he was wearing was an infant’s diaper. Every time he moved his legs, he could hear the crinkling of the protective plastic cover on his diaper. The worst part was a general feeling of not “being there”. It was as if his bladder and bowels had given up on trying to hold back and had taken a permanent vacation from work. They weren’t even sending signals back to message their presence. The fact that he couldn’t see his crotch under the tray of the high chair only intensified the feeling he had of having lost complete control of his bladder and bowels. He was only a spectator in his body. Howard felt like his peeing and pooping had become Anita’s responsibility rather than his. He squirmed in the high chair and became suddenly aware that his little wee-wee was fully erect under the diaper. The diaper’s padding was stimulating the glans of his penis. Howard blushed when he realized that his helplessness was making him horny! His subconscious was enjoying being a baby!