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Drunk
by Jennifer Loraine
Contact the author at jennifer@phuze.com
Beth and Shana sat on the sofa talking quietly while Bobbie played in the Porta-pen. The front door slammed and a heavy-set man staggered in drunkenly. He lurched into the living room and paused when he saw them sitting and staring at him silently.
He looked at the baby in the playpen, then at the baby's mother, Shana and sneered. "You here again?", he said fiercely. He glared at his wife Beth and said, "Don't you have anything better to do with your time than sit around gabbing? I'm going to take a nap. With any luck they'll be gone when I wake up!"
He staggered out of the room trailing a toxic effluvium of alcohol fumes behind him. Shana watched him leave then shook her head and frowned. "I don't know what you see in him Beth. I'd have left him long ago." "Dennis is a good man.", Beth said through clenched teeth. "It 's just that when he drinks he's...he's.."
"He's impossible.", Shana said decisively.
"It's just that he's difficult when he drinks. He gets rude and abrasive. He makes me so angry when he's like this.", Beth said. "I wish he was a little boy so I could put him over my knee and spank him."
Shana smiled viciously and asked, "Why don't you?"
"Me????", Beth asked. "He must weigh twice what I do. I can't spank him, he's a grown man!"
"What if he was younger,......a lot younger? Say five years old, or three, would you spank him?"
"Certainly I would, but he's not and it doesn't do any good to talk about it. I just have to live with it.", Beth said with a sigh.
Shana persisted, "Would you like the chance? I can help you."
"What can you do?", demanded Beth.
"I can turn him into a child, a small child."
"How?', Beth asked, fascinated by her friends sudden flight from reality.
"With this!", she said, holding out her hand and displaying an ornate antique ring on her middle finger.
"And just what is that? Other than a ring.", sneered Beth.
"It houses a water elemental.", she said. "And it's under my control. This elemen-tal has dominion over all processes with a watery nature. Water is the element of life and youth. If I command it, the elemental will change him into a little boy. Do you want me to command it to change him?"
Beth laughed. Shana must be kidding her. She decided to play along. "Yes, cer-tainly. Change him. Make him so small I can hold him down on my lap with one hand. I'll spank him with the other."
Shana nodded and smiled, then put the ring up to her mouth and whispered to it. Beth could barely hear what she was mumbling, it seemed to be a foreign language. The sound of rushing water came from the other end of the house and Beth's mouth dropped open.
"What was that?", she said.
"My elemental.", Shana smirked. Shana stood up and said, "Shall we go and see how your hubby looks?"
Beth followed her down the hall, then crept into the master bedroom. The bed-room was pitch dark; the windows had been covered with lightproof curtains to allow daytime sleeping.
"Dennis," she said. "Are you awake?" The room was quiet except for a soft snor-ing sound coming from the bed.
"Dennis, are you okay?" Beth moved up to the bed and peered down into the darkness at the mound of bedclothes. She bent over him to check his breathing and reached down her with her hand expecting to feel her husband. She felt the coverlet, then groped around and touched the back of his head. She stoked his hair and discovered her hand could wrap itself around his head from ear to ear. Confused, she explored the shape in their bed with both hands. About a foot and a half down from his head she felt something small, round and smooth, like a baby's bottom.
She yelled, "Dennis, Where are you? What's happened to you?"
She turned on the light and looked at the bed. Asleep on their bed in place of her husband was a naked little boy lying on his stomach.
"Who is this? What's happened to Dennis?"
"That's Dennis in front of you. I changed him, remember?", said Shana.
She looked at him, then at Shana. "You really did it! I didn't believe you. I thought you were kidding. Where did you get that ring?"
"Well?......Are you going to spank him?", Shana said, ignoring her question.
"I...I can't spank him now, he's just a baby! He doesn't know what he's done.", Beth quailed.
"Of course you can spank him. He still has all his memories and knowledge. It's just his body that's gotten younger. He has the mind of an adult. Tell him why you're spanking him. He'll understand. You said that you wanted him small enough to hold down on your lap with one hand. Now's your chance. Bring him out to the living room and spank him.", Shana demanded.
Beth picked him up hesitantly and carried him out to the living room and sat down with him on her lap.
Dennis looked up at her sleepily. "Am I dreaming?", he thought. He looked down, beholding his hands in wonder as if for the first time. A small runnel of drool coursed down his chin unheeded and dripped onto his chest. He stretched his hands out and played with his fingers, fascinated by their appearance and motion, grasping each of them in turn in his tiny fist. "My fingers are so short!? What a strange dream!? What's happened to me?", he wondered.
Beth was charmed by his perplexed expression and infantile explorations.
Shana sat down beside her and said, "Don't worry, I can change him back anytime you want. Aren't you still angry with him? Remember all the times he's embarrassed and humiliated you in front of your friends. If you give him a good spanking, maybe he'll think twice before doing it again."
"Spanking?", he thought. "What is the bitch talking about?"
"You're right.", she said with a look of grim determination on her face. She turned him over her knee and said, "Dennis, you've been a naughty boy. Beth is going to give you a good paddling!"
She slapped his bottom hard with the flat of her hand and quickly followed it up with another. "Is Dennis going to be a good boy?"
Dennis bit his lip and stifled the moan that threatened to escape his mouth. Beth repeated the blows and said, "Are you going to start behaving yourself?"
Dennis remained silent. "If that's the way you're going to be, Beth will give you a real spanking!"
She began savaging his behind with her hand. His bottom turned a rosy pink, then a bright red as she continued to spank him. He felt helpless and humiliated. Tears welled up and fell from his face as he squirmed to get away from her. "Don't you try to get away from me!", she screamed down at him and rained blows on his behind. The pain increased with every swat and he began to suffer intensely.
"I have to make her stop!", Dennis thought in desperation. "Please stop!", he tried to yell.
All that came from his mouth was a terrified squeal. "I'll be good!", he screamed.
Dennis suddenly realized that he was only making baby sounds. He couldn't speak! Dennis panicked, twisting and thrashing hysterically. He was in a frenzy, his emotions were completely out of control. The torment was unbearable and he began to cry in terror.
All at once, she stopped. "Dennis!!??", she said in surprise. "What have you done?"
She removed him from her lap and laid him face down on the sofa beside her. In the center of her lap where he had lain was a large spreading yellow puddle. "He peed on me!", Beth exclaimed. "He peed all over my lap!"
Shana chuckled and said, "Looks like you scared the piss out of him. Why don't you go and change clothes. I'll take care of him."
Beth nodded and left the room, leaving Dennis in Shana's care. Shana turned him over on his back and pulled her son's diaper bag next to her. His face was red and puffy from crying. His chest heaved with fear and he sniveled in self-pity. She reached in and pulled out a disposable diaper, then picked up his legs in one hand and began diapering him. When he saw what she intended to do, Dennis writhed and kicked his legs at her try-ing to make her stop. "Stop that!", she scolded. "Do you want another spanking? You peed all over Beth's lap and now you're going to have to wear diapers. Now be a good baby and be quiet or Shani will spank!"
She picked him up and put him in the playpen with her infant son. She leaned over him and said, "Now be good while Shani makes lunch."
She reached into the bag, took out a pacifier and put it in his mouth. Dennis put his hand up to take it from his mouth and she shook her finger at him and said, "Naughty, Naughty! Suck on your Binkie or Shani will spank!"
Dennis was mortified. He sat facing the side of the playpen with his knees bent and the bare soles of his feet pushing against the net side of the playpen, while Bobby gurgled and played behind him. The diaper was heavily perfumed and reeked of baby powder. Affronted, he chewed on the pacifier in anger. Beth would return in a few minutes and see him sitting in a playpen wearing only a diaper and sucking on a pacifier. He shifted his feet to get more comfortable and he looked down at his feet. His feet??!! Those weren't his feet, these feet were round and soft and chubby like a.....like the feet of a..... He was in a baby's body! He wanted to cry! This was a bad dream, a nightmare, it couldn't possibly be real! Tears of utter humiliation rolled down his face.
Shana picked up the diaper bag and went into the kitchen. Five minutes later he heard Beth calling to Shana. "Shana, where are you? Oh, there you are. Where's Dennis? He's still in the living room?"
She walked in the living room and looked on the sofa for Dennis. Bobby's playing caught her eye and she glanced down at the playpen. She stopped and stared, then started to chuckle. The sight of her husband, clad only in a diaper, weeping silently and sucking furiously on a pacifier made her giggle uncontrollably. He made such a cute baby! She bent over the playpen and said, "Dennis is going to be a good baby for Beth, isn't he? I see Shana's put Dennis in dydees. Dennis looks soooo cute in dydees!"
She chucked him under his chin and said, "You look so sweet sitting in the play-pen. Beth's going to get her camera so we'll have pictures to remember how adorable Baby Dennis looks."
She left and returned a moment later and found him trying to take off his diaper. "No Dennis!", she scolded. "Dennis, don't be naughty. Leave your dydee alone. Little boys who aren't potty-trained have to wear diapers. I can't have you making messes in my lap. You'll wear dydees to pee and poop in until we change you back into an adult! Now smile for the birdie, baby!", she said and began snapping pictures of him.
Shana walked in and smiled as she witnessed his humiliation. "Is Mommy taking pictures of her darling baby?", she chuckled.
Beth kept shooting and gave stage directions to Dennis; "Now get on your hands and knees, Dennis. That's right. Crawl around the playpen. Crawl so Mommy can take pictures of you at your best. That's it. Good baby! Give me an endearing pose, I want to see your sweet inner child. Mommy will have a album of you acting cute and adorable. I'll have these pictures to remember when you were my precious little baby. From now on I'm going think of you as the sweet, precious, little baby in these photos. I'm never going to let you forget these pictures either, Dennis baby, ever!"
Shana said, "Whenever you're finished with him, we can eat lunch. I made some sandwiches for us and I have some baby food for the kids."
"I'm ready right now.", Beth said.
She dropped the camera on the sofa, then picked Dennis up out of the playpen and carried him into the kitchen. Bobby's diaper bag, a feeding spoon and two jars of baby food sat on the table. Beth sat down at the table with Dennis on her lap and waited for Shana and Bobby.
Shana came in with Bobby on her hip. She pulled out a chair opposite Beth and turned it ninety degrees. Then she took a brightly colored cloth decorated with a cute nursery print from the diaper bag on the table, tied it to the chair and sat Bobby down on top of the cloth. Shana took the front of the cloth and pulled it up between Bobby's legs and tied it to the back of the chair to form a sort of fabric harness. When she was finished the cloth's purpose was obvious; it was a portable high chair. Shana took a feeding bib from the diaper bag and tied it around Bobby's neck. She went to the counter and re-turned with a plate and glass and put them in front of Beth. Shana said while sittting her-self down in front of her son, "Why don't you get started while I feed Bobby. When Bobby is finished, you can feed Dennis and I can eat."
She opened a jar and began spooning baby food into Bobby's mouth. Bobby's face was soon covered in uneaten baby food. Shana talked while she fed Bobby; "You know, you don't have to have me change him back immediately. I know you just wanted the chance to paddle him, but this is a golden opportunity......"
She paused to scrape baby food from Bobby's chin and feed it to him saying, "You sure are a messy eater, little boy!" Shana continued, "....You could let him stay a baby for a week, or two weeks,.... or even a month. The humiliation would do him good. I think he'd be a lot better behaved if he spent a little diaper time with you."
Shana finished feeding Bobby and wiped his face with the bib, then untied him from the chair. "There now.", she said to Bobby. "Your all done. Now it's Dennis's turn."
She picked Bobby up and put him on her hip. Beth got up to change places with Shana. Shana went to the counter and got her lunch then put it on the table where Beth had sat while Beth tied Dennis into the chair. While Beth was getting ready to feed Den-nis, Shana sat down at the table with Bobby. Beth left Dennis momentarily while she took the feeding spoon to the sink to rinse it off under the faucet.
Dennis busied himself trying to escape from the feeding harness before Beth re-turned. First he tried to pull the front of the cloth down, but Beth had tied it too tightly to move. Then he tried untie it but the thongs had been threaded through the outside rungs of the chair and tied on the middle rung behind his back. He couldn't reach the knot without turning completely around in the chair, but he was tied in much too securely for that. His only option was to come out of the top, Dennis decided. He pushed down at the sides of the seat with his hands to lift himself up out of the harness, but he found himself caught on the fabric. He looked down and realized what the problem was; she had pulled the cloth all the way up to his chest like a bib. The height of the harness prevented him from slipping around the top to get his legs out. He was trapped!
Beth came back, tied the bib around his neck and sat down in front of him. She opened the remaining jar and spooned out some baby food. "Now open wide, Dennis.", she said, putting the heaping spoon in front of his mouth.
Dennis sat in the chair with his mouth closed resolutely. Beth said, "Now Dennis, if you don't eat this right now, Beth will spank!"
Dennis opened his mouth reluctantly and Beth ladled in the food. It was some kind of meat-vegetable mixture ground to an unidentifiable purE9e. He wasn't sure he could get it down and if he did manage to choke it down, he wasn't sure he could keep it down. Before he could swallow she had another spoonful ready to put in his mouth. She cheerfully forced it in his mouth and resumed the conversation.
"You think I should let him stay a baby? I'm not sure I'd want all the extra work. He's a handful enough as an adult.", said Beth.
"Extra work!?", exclaimed Shana. "He wouldn't be any more trouble as a baby, he'd be less. There'd be more clothes to wash, but the loads would be smaller and lighter. He'll make his messes in his playpen, so you wouldn't be spending any time picking up after him. Bathing him wouldn't take any time, he's so small that a quick wash in the tub wouldn't take more than twenty minutes every other day, unless he gets really dirty. You wouldn't have to spend a lot of time preparing his meals, you'd just open jars."
"What about fixing formula for him? Mixing, bottling, and heating a formula must take time.", declared Beth.
"Premixed baby formula doesn't take any time. You don't have to heat it, just give it to him at room temperature.", said Shana.
"I'd rather have him drinking from a baby bottle than a liquor bottle.", mused Beth.
The thought of drinking formula from a baby bottle horrified Dennis. He swal-lowed the entire mouthful of food convulsively. As he gulped down the baby food, he felt the front of his mouth with his tongue and discovered that he only had a couple of teeth. He couldn't have eaten regular food if she had given it to him! Baby food dribbled down his chin and dropped onto his bib. Beth turned to Dennis and said sweetly, "Would you like me to be your Mommy, Dennis?"
Dennis's jaw dropped open and Beth promptly filled his mouth with purE9e, pre-venting any babbled comments from the peanut gallery. "What about diaper changes? Surely that takes time.", she said to Shana.
"He'll go through eight to ten diapers a day. Most of them will only be wet, they'll only take a minute or two to change. Unless he's sick he'll only have two or three poopy diapers a day. They'll take about three to five minutes to change. You'll spend a total of twenty to thirty minutes a day changing him, probably less. You probably spend that much time every day picking up beer bottles and emptying ashtrays. If he stayed a baby, you wouldn't be doing that.", Shana said smugly. Shana could see she was starting to waver.
"I hadn't thought about him smoking.", Beth mused. "It would be nice to have a house that didn't smell like a used ashtray. And not having to live with a drunk would be a nice change too!"
She smiled at Dennis and ladled another heaping spoonful of baby food into his mouth. "It looks like you're going to be a baby for a while, Dennis. I guess we're going to have to go shopping this morning for baby furniture and clothes for you."
She turned to Shana and said, "How long should he stay a baby? It wouldn't be worth it to buy furniture if he's only going to be a baby for a month. Maybe I should rent the furniture."
Shana looked thoughtful and said, "If you want to just humiliate him, then let him stay a baby for a week or two. If you expect this experience to make lasting changes in his behavior, then I would let him be a baby for at least six months. He'd have gotten use to being sober by then. I'd buy the furnishings if I were you. Once you become his Mommy, you'll always be his Mommy. If he misbehaves again after you let him become an adult, you may want to put him in diapers again temporarily. Having a nursery available down the hall from your bedroom would make a pretty effective threat to make him behave him-self." Shana laughed and said, " In Dennis's case, It won't be A Man's Home is his Castle'. It'll be, A Man's Home is his Nursery'!"
Beth chuckled at the thought and finished spooning baby food into Dennis. Then she scraped his face with the side of the spoon and fed him the scrapings. Beth wiped his face with the bib, then stood up and untied Dennis. She picked him up and sat down on the other chair with him on her lap facing Shana and Bobby. Shana reached into Bobby's diaper bag and produced two capped baby bottles full of formula. She handed one bottle to Beth, then settled Bobby back on her lap. She offered him the bottle of formula, which he grabbed eagerly from her hand. He surrounded the nipple with his mouth and suckled hungrily, murmuring in delectation while making loud sucking noises. Shana smiled with maternal tolerance and understanding at his behavior and held the bottle for him while he nursed. She was pleased by her son's healthy appetite. Beth settled Dennis back on her arm and forced the nipple into his mouth. "Now drink your formula baby, or Mommy will spank!"
He struggled briefly against his fate, then surrendered completely and became flaccid in utter defeat. He sucked on the bottle submissively, obedient to Beth's command. He nursed in a dilatory way, just enough to satisfy Beth, then to his horror, his mouth be-trayed him and he started nursing and sucking the nipple voraciously, the formula filling his mouth and rolling down his throat. His infant body needed and craved the formula. He could taste it not only on top and sides of his tongue, but on the sides of his mouth. He was very thirsty after eating the baby food. Sucking felt sooo..good. It was a deep, gratifying, stimulating, almost sexual pleasure that pervaded him with a feeling of lassitude and security. He distantly heard her say, "That's a goood Baby! Drink your formula all down."
He was embarrassed, humiliated and helpless, but he kept nursing the formula, his lips tingled with every movement of the nipple. He couldn't control himself. The sweet aroma and taste of the formula permeated his mouth. Dennis listened to Bobby sucking delightedly at his formula and realized that his nursing must look and sound like Bobby's. Shana smilied at the sight of Dennis's discomfiture.
"This is horrible! She's got me drinking formula out of a baby bottle, wearing nothing but a diaper while sitting on her lap! That bitch Shana is laughing at me!," he thought miserably.
Dennis turned beet-red with embarrassment as he sucked on the nipple. He fanta-sized about how he would take revenge for this humiliation while Beth and Shana talked about how they would furnish the nursery. He watched in horror as Shana sat Bobby up in her lap and burped him. "Will Beth burp me next?", he thought in alarm.
After he had finished a third of the bottle his mind was pulled back to reality by a strange sensation. His crouch felt warm. It felt almost as if.......He had! He had wet his diaper! He stopped sucking on the nipple and tears welled up in his eyes. He had wet his diaper in front of them while nursing on a baby bottle. In a few minutes they would find out and they'd laugh at him. His tummy gurgled with all the food and formula and he felt his bowels move slightly. "Oh no!", he thought in dismay. "I'm going to shit my diaper too!"
He felt his anal sphincter relax and his bowels contract at the same time. Poop oozed from his anus into his diaper accompanied by a faint wave of pleasure from his belly. "Oh God, I'm shitting in my diaper! She'll never let me live this down!," he thought in anguish.
He moaned inwardly, kicked his legs in frustration and started to cry. Beth looked down at him with a surprised expression on her face and said, "What's wrong baby?"
Shana looked at him, sniffed and said, "I think he needs his diaper changed. He smells a little poopy to me."
Beth smiled at him with an expression of amused tolerance and said, "Does baby need his dydee changed?"
He looked up at her fearfully and nodded. She laughed and said, "We'll wait until you finish your bottle baby. You need to get used to wearing dirty dydees. You're going to have them two or three times a day from now on."
She put the nipple back in his mouth and he resumed nursing. He whimpered quietly and Beth took the bottle from him and said, "Does Mommy's baby have a bubble? Mommy will take call of that."
Beth sat him up and patted his back. He burped involuntarily and she said, "That's a goood baby." and put the nipple back in his mouth. He whimpered as he felt the dirty diaper beneath his bottom. The back of his diaper pressed the small mound of poop firmly against his behind and the poop squished between his legs every time he moved them. He was miserable, the sodden diaper felt cold and sticky on his behind, reminding him of the depth of his disgrace.
When he and Bobby had finished with their bottles they were burped and carried into the living room and put on the floor. Beth and Shana sat themselves on the sofa and watched them on the floor while they finished their shopping plans. Beth decided she would turn his den adjoining the master bedroom into a nursery. He wouldn't need a den or his books now. Beth decided that she would leave the stereo system in the nursery; she could play lullabies on it. Shana suggested that she should get him some books appropriate to his age, something Beth could read to him; like Mother Goose and Winne the Poo.
Shana said that she'd like to get a present for Dennis. Maybe a big rocking chair for the nursery and a Winne the Poo teddy bear for him to cuddle in his crib. "It'll be fun to pamper him now that he's a little baby.", Shana said.
Beth said she would buy a roomful of baby furniture and toys for him. She smiled, thinking how cute it would look when she got finished. "I'll paint it powder-blue and put up a matching nursery wallpaper border. Blue indoor-outdoor carpeting would be nice too, it would give him a warm floor to play on and cushion his little bottom when he falls." Beth told Dennis, "Baby, I want you to crawl around the carpet. You need the exercise. Look at Bobby. See how he's crawling? Be a good baby and crawl like Bobby."
Dennis crawled slowly around the living room as the drooping diaper sagged lower and lower under the weight of his pee. When he got half way across, he stopped. The urge to shit was overpowering. He knew he wouldn't be able to control it for long and he was already wearing a dirty diaper, so he thought, "What the Hell? It can't get any worse. Maybe she'll change me if I have a really dirty diaper."
He relaxed and his bowels cut loose. He felt a swell of movement and the urge became uncontrollable. A fluttering quiver spread through his viscera. It radiated from the perineum, beneath and behind his pubic region to his belly button. He felt a hot rushing sensation spreading over his groin. Chills of delight ran up his spine. A warm languid feeling of relaxation and release enveloped him. With mounting horror he realized that his id delighted in making messes in his diaper; it gave him not just a feeling of physical relief, but caused an intense, almost sexual, pleasure as well. His legs felt warm and he realized that he had soaked the diaper and was dribbling pee on the carpet. He looked down and saw a puddle growing between his legs on the floor. Dennis glimpsed the diaper and saw it was hanging soggily almost halfway to the ground. Dennis wanted to cry. He had saturated the diaper and made a mess on the rug just like a baby. "Maybe...Maybe now she'll change me!", he thought with a sob.
"I think you should change Dennis's diaper now, Beth. He's making a puddle on the carpet." Beth got up and took a diaper from the bag then got down on the floor with Dennis.
She laid him on his back on the floor and said, "Dennis, before I change your diaper I want you to agree to be my baby." She talked to him in a prattle as if she was ex-plaining it to a small child; "Dennis is a little baby now. He'll have to be fed, diapered, bathed, and looked after. He needs a mommy. Babies need Mommys to love and care for them. Look at what your philandering has brought you, Dennis! You can't walk or talk. You can barely even stand. You can't be more than a year old! Dennis, you're only a diaper peeing and pooping baby. If you don't want me to be your Mommy, then I guess I can find someone else to take care of you."
Dennis looked up at Beth. The movement of his legs made the plastic of the disposable diaper rustle and reminded him that, except for his diaper, he lay naked before her. He felt completely exposed to her. He squirmed uncomfortably, knowing that he looked as defenseless and impotent as he felt. He was absolutely helpless and utterly in her power. He realized in the world's eyes, he was only a small child still in his babyhood. He was completely dependent now on Beth's goodwill. She had taken control of everything; his home, his life, even his body and imprisoned him in the soft, warm prison of infancy. He panicked when he realized the Beth could simply abandon him. She could call the police and say he had been left on her doorstep. If she did that, he might nev er grow up. He would spend the rest of his life as an infant.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized the hopelessness of his position. His emasculation had left him emotionally shattered and broken his resistance. She was right. He had to be washed, fed and changed like any baby. He couldn't talk. He wasn't even sure if he could walk. When he needed something, he could only whimper and cry. He needed a Mommy! If he agreed, she would love and pamper him, and scold or spank him when he was naughty. She would control every aspect of his life. She really would be his mommy! He nodded unenthusiastically. "Fine.", she said. "I'll be your Mommy! You'll be my baby! You can be as childish and infantile as you want, you're a baby now and no one will expect anything from you.
Since you act like a self-centered baby, then fine, you'll be treated like a baby! You'll be pampered and coddled just like any other baby. You'll live in a nursery surrounded by clean linen and diapers. You'll sleep in a crib and eat in a high chair. You'll be watched every minute of the day. If I have to leave the room to do something, then I'll put you in a playpen. You won't get underfoot while I'm working in the kitchen, making the bed, or cleaning the house. You'll sit in your playpen quietly and play with your toys. When you're in the car you'll ride strapped into a baby seat in the back seat. I'll decide when you'll get up and when you'll go to sleep. I'll decide where you'll go, what you'll wear and what you'll drink and eat. You won't be wining and di ning in four-star restaurants anymore. You'll be drinking infant formula from a bottle and be spoon-fed baby food.
Since you're a baby, you'll wear diapers. You needn't worry about having to go the bathroom anymore, you'll just use your diaper like any other baby. I'm going to buy you a wardrobe of the cutest, sweetest baby clothes I can find. You'll be clean and sweet smelling from now on. I'll bathe you every day. After your bath or diaper change, I'll powder you with perfumed baby powder, then re-diaper and dress you in clean clothes! You'l l reek of sweetness and purity.
We'll go on long shopping trips like we did when we were first married. Mommy will push you around in a baby stroller while she shops. Mommy is going to love showing you off to all her friends at the stores. Mommy will take care of everything; you'll be comfortably strapped into your stroller so you won't have to walk. I'll pack a diaper bag full of baby food, formula and clean diapers behind you on the stroller. If you get tired and you want to take a nap while we're shopping, you can nap in the stroller. If you're thirsty, you can suck on your bottle. You'll be able to to pee or poop whenever you need to since you'll be wearing diapers.
Mommy says your bad habits stop now! You've had your last cigarette. If you want to suck on something, you can suck on your thumb or your pacifier. Since you want to sleep curled up around a bottle, you will, but it will be a baby bottle, not a liquor bottle.
I'll be able to invite my friends over for coffee again. When I bring you out to show my friends, you can crawl on the floor as you like. You'll look sweet dressed in an infant creeper dragging your teddy bear and blankee behind you. If the weather's warm, I'll take off your diaper and you can creep around the rug bare-bottomed in front of eve-ryone. You'll look adorable sitting naked at my feet and sucking your thumb.
If one of them brings her baby, then you'll have someone to play with. We'll put you in the playpen with her baby while we talk. You'll learn to play sweetly with other babies your age.
You won't embarrass me in front of my friends. As far as my friends are concerned, you're only an endearing, lovable infant. If you want to act cute and flirt with my friends, go ahead, I don't mind. Only they won't be thinking what a gorgeous hunk you are, they'll be thinking what a cute, adorable baby you are! You'll cut quite a figure in front of them with drool dripping off your chin and a diaper full of pee-pee. Blow bubbles, gurgle and smile sweetly, and maybe they'll play peek-a-boo or pat-a-cake with you. If you're cute enough, they might bounce you on their knee.
You won't be rude or insulting to anyone, because you can't talk, baby!! You're the baby in this house now! You'll suck your thumb, crawl on all fours, and make messes in your diaper! You'll obey Mommy and never act naughty! In short, baby, you'll behave yourself. If you don't, I'll put you in a playpen for a timeout. If you still act up, I'll put you in your crib for the night. And if you're very naughty....." She paused for a breath of air,... "I'll put you over my knee, pull down your diaper and spank your bare bottom in front of my friends!!! Do you understand me?"
He gulped and nodded quickly, frightened by her tirade. He whimpered and looked downward at his sodden diaper, then put his hands down and pushed on the front of the diaper, trying to take it off. Beth's stern demeanor melted at the display of Dennis's helplessness. She gently took his hands away from the diaper cooing, "Hush baby, it's alright, mommy's putting you in a nite-nite diaper so you'll stay dry all afternoon. Here, suck on this." She put a pacifier in his mouth. Beth smiled down at him maternally while unfastening his diaper. He got wide-eyed as she undid the tape on the diaper, first the far side and then on the side nearest her, smiling down at him and prattling baby talk to him non-stop, while pulling the diaper up and away from his stomach and down between his legs in front, revealing him completely to her thoughtful gaze. He lay naked and exposed to her and he blushed in deep embarrassment. She smilied down at him and said, "Oooooh..... Baby has a tinky dydee! Baby made a big poopy in him's dydee!"
He was shamed and humiliated by his dirty diaper. He turned his head away from her and kicked his feet in dismay as the stench from the diaper reached his nose.
"Be still, Baby!", Beth said. With her left hand she picked up both of his feet and lifted him easily until his bottom was free of the floor, and with her right hand she removed the messy diaper and put it aside. She took a moist towelette from the diaper bag and wiped his bottom while holding his legs up. She let him down, got another towelette and washed his pubes. Then she lifted his feet with her left hand and slid a clean diaper beneath his bottom. She pulled the front of the diaper up between his legs and fastened the diaper tapes securely. Beth patted the front of the diaper, saying, "There you go baby, now you're all snug and comfy in a clean dydee."
She tugged the diaper up over his bulging tummy and said wistfully, "He looks so sweet and innocent as a baby . If we had had a baby boy it would have looked just like him. I wish we could have had one together."
Shana laughed and said, "Oh, but Beth dear, you have. You're a Mommy now. Your baby's right in front of you."
Beth picked him up and sat down with him on the sofa. She nestled his head against her breasts and snuggled him close to her. There was something about the sight of him in diapers that brought out the maternal in her. She took him in her arms and cuddled him, telling him over and over that she forgave him and still loved him. She turned to Shana and said, "I guess you're right. He is my baby."
She fondled his cheek gently with her fingers and smiled when she saw his lips make sucking movements. Dennis brought his left hand close to his face with a yawn and closed his eyes sleepily, then put his thumb in his mouth and began sucking it unconsciously. Beth smiled down lovingly at her diapered, thumb-sucking husband; "When I was younger, I used to wonder what it would be like to have a baby. I would fantasize what it felt like to nurse a baby," she said to Shana
Shana smiled and said, "If that's what you want, I can arrange it." She put her ring to her lips and whispered to it and a loud rushing noise filled the room. Beth immediately felt a strange tingling sensation in her breasts. A rush of energy swelled her bosom, filling them to bursting with a warm throbbing glow. She looked down at herself to see what was the matter and saw that her breasts appeared enlarged and distended beneath her blouse. She sat back in the chair and unbuttoned her blouse to examine her breasts. Beth pushed up her right breast with her hand and saw her teat had grown larger, even the aureole had grown; it was darker and wider than it had been. The nipple was erect and felt tender, not painful, just more sensitive. She gently pushed on the teat above the aureole to test it and a thin stream of milk squirted out. Beth sat stunned, looking at her breast. She let her breast down and said, "What have you done to me?"
Shana smiled gently and said, "I've given you your wish; you will be able to breast-feed him. Beth, why don't you give your baby some tiddy!"
Beth looked startled, then smiled and looked down at Dennis. She laid his head next to her breast and held him closely. He was so near to her nipple that he could smell the rich aroma of milk coming from her tit. "Would Dennis like some tiddy?", Beth said, taking his hand and stroking her breast and nipple with his fingers.
Dennis lay there excited, red-faced, and fully erect under his diaper. The smell of her breasts intoxicated him, made him want to grab them and suck. She smiled broadly at him and said, "Will Dennis be a good baby if he gets some tiddy?" He watched as she lifted her teat free of her blouse and holding it from beneath, guided the nipple towards his questing mouth. He put his lips around the nipple and felt the nipple grow, become erect and fill his mouth. "Good baby....Take it all in. Mommy wants Baby to get everything that's coming to him," she said.
His lips snuggled the aureole and nursed noisily. Tiny jets of milk filled his mouth, running down over the back of his tongue and down his throat. His hunger for her tit con-sumed him. He swallowed greedily and gorged himself on her milk. He whimpered softly, lost in his return to infantile gratification. His rational mind reeled with the emotions that the sensations induced. His libido, which had never really matured, reacted by regressing from the anal stage into the oral stage. Beth felt a yearning, a ghostwind of sexual desire overcome her. What was happening to her? Then she realized what was happening; breast feeding him was making her horny! She had never felt anything like this! A hot sensation filled her vagina and the world exploded. Her face broke into a wide grin of deep satisfaction as Dennis continued to nurse. Shana had a big grin on her face and said, "Now you know how I feel when I nurse Bobby. Look at Dennis. He's enjoying himself too!"
Dennis lay in her arms sucking her tit with a ecstatic expression on his face. His legs kicked out languidly as he gorged himself on his mother 's milk. Dennis floated in hedonic rapture, blissfully drifting in sensuous ecstasy. She smiled lovingly at him and switched him to her other breast, cradling his diapered bottom in her hand. Beth looked down on Dennis from time to time to check on him and saw only a contented baby face intent on suckling her. He was lost in the act of nursing, eyes closed, oblivious to the external world. "Diddums like Mommy's tiddy? Mommy promises she'll breast feed you every day. Mommy likes breast feeding her baby!", she said emphatically.
Beth chuckled and said, "You were a terrible lover as a husband, but you're a wonderfully stimulating baby. You'll be Mommy's little tiddy- baby forever and ever, sweet baby.", she said, caressing him tenderly with her hand while he suckled.
Dennis began to feel sated as his stomach distended with milk. A curious serenity had descended on him and he floated in the infantine tranquillity breast-feeding had induced. He felt warm all over and he was getting very, very, sleepy. Presently he stopped nursing and drifted off into sleep. Beth watched him affectionately as his eyes closed and her breast began to slip from his hands. She pulled her teat from his lips and took her breast from him tenderly. He dreamed bright, cheerful infant fancies, regressing further into emotional infancy as he slept. Beth continued to talk with Shana while he napped.
Later, he drowsed and opened his eyes. He snuggled in her arms and looked up at her sleepily. Dennis felt dull, unable to think. His anger had retreated from him, losing significance and substance. His tawdry lusts and desires had evaporated like the morning mist on a mountain lake, leaving only a deep, pure, blue water. His happiness was endless. He wanted to tell her, to tell the world, how joyful he felt. He gurgled happily, blew bubbles, then reached up and caressed her cheek. Dennis tried to tell Beth how much he loved her and how much she pleased him. He blathered and jabbered silly baby sounds without communicating anything but his joy.
Beth smiled indulgently at him, he was childishly enchanted by the noises he was making and obviously pleased with himself. She looked at him and saw him gazing up at her with obvious love and devotion. "Baby loves his Mommy, doesn't he?"
Long forgotten emotions surfaced in his awareness. He had never felt this way for Beth. Dennis lay placidly in her arms and looked longingly into her eyes. He yearned for her touch. Even her simplest comfort was precious to him. He wanted to be rocked asleep in Beth's arms, his bottom cradled securely in her lap, his head nestled against her ample breasts. "I'm her baby now. Mommy will take care of me.", he thought as he dropped off to sleep again.
The chaos of Dennis's life resolved itself as entropy continued to decrease, returning him to a simpler, more ordered existence. His psychological clock ran inexorably backwards, turning back the days and years to expose earlier pages of his life. While he slept, the yearbook of his mind opened to his diaper days, then slowed and stopped. His thumb stole quietly into his mouth and he suckled it with an expression of blissful contentment on his face. When he awoke, he had forgotten that he had ever been anything but her beloved baby boy.
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