Her mocking tone piqued Brian and he decided to end the game once and for all. He wiggled and kicked his legs in a futile attempt to get up and change for work. He couldn’t get up! What had happened to him?
He grabbed her hand to pull himself up and was shocked to find he could barely grasp two of her fingers in his fist. He stared at his hand next to hers. It had shrunk! Instead of an adult male hand holding hers there was only a tiny baby’s hand less than half the size of hers grasping her fingers!
He really was a baby! She wasn’t kidding! “Oh my God!,” he thought in sudden realization, “….she put something in the cocoa that regressed me into babyhood.”
He was completely in her power! She hadn’t been feeding him that malarkey just to titillate him; she really intended to humiliate him in front of all her friends! She’d make him play on the rug with her friend’s babies wearing nothing but a diaper. He grimaced in annoyance. He knew that sooner or later he’d have to pee in his diaper. In a room full of mothers a wet diaper would be noticed immediately. Within minutes everyone would be laughing at his childishness. He’d never be able to look them in the eye again.
He saw her scheme now. She planned to break his spirit so she would have a weak, pliant baby to mother. He looked up into her face in desperation and saw the triumphant grin on her face.
Cathy removed her fingers from his grasp and watched him kick his legs petulantly in the air. “He looks so winsome when he’s worried. The girls will think he’s enchanting,” she thought. It was obvious from his expression that Brian understood the full implications of what she had planned for him this afternoon.
“Good! The sooner he accepts his new role the better,” Cathy thought. “Once he appreciates the fact that he really is a baby again, he’ll be much easier to take care of. Until then, I’ll have to watch him carefully to make sure he doesn’t try to run away.”
Cathy giggled at the thought of him crawling furiously down the street trying to escape her care. He wouldn’t have a chance. Any woman who saw him would stop and retrieve him for her. He’d discover that he now inhabited a world populated by adult women and their helpless babies. Cathy wondered how long it would be until she had to paddle him. Not long, she suspected. He’d soon learn that she was the Mommy and he’d do as she said! Cathy smiled in anticipation. She was enjoying her role as his firm but loving Mommy.
“Please, Cathy!”, he wailed pitifully, “Don’t show me to your friends! I don’t want to play the baby game anymore!”
She took on a serious expression and she said, “Being a baby is not a game, sweetheart, as you’re about to find out. You’ll sit in your playpen quietly while Mommy talks to her friends. You’ll discover how frustrating it is to be a bystander while someone else makes decisions for you. I can picture you now, sitting in your diaper, slobber dripping off your chin, while my friends and I discuss which daycare center I should enroll you in.