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Lamp of Love
by Jennifer Loraine
Contact the author at jennifer@phuze.com
Ron got out of bed reluctantly on Saturday morning. It had been a long week and he would have rather spent the morning in bed cuddling with his wife, Deedee. But they had made plans to go shopping early that morning and he wasn't about to let his laziness triumph over his good sense. He pulled on some jeans and put on a blue chambray shirt, then went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. A few minutes later, Deedee was up and getting dressed. They had a cup of coffee together and discussed their plans for the morning. Deedee got out her Day Runner and reviewed the notes she had made earlier in the week for Saturday's errands. She made notes as they amended their plans and added last minute jobs. When the two of them agreed that their schedule for the day had about all the shopping they could stand, Deedee put her pen away and zipped up the Day Runner while Ron unplugged the coffee pot. He didn't want the pot to remain on and cause a fire while they were gone. He had seen enough fires in his former career as a police officer and was mindful of Deedee's tendency to get distracted and forget things. They got into the car and began their shopping trip by taking a circuitous route through a residential section to avoid the heavy Saturday morning traffic. Ron had laid out a route in his head for their weekend excursion that would hit each of the stores in order, finally returning home on the last leg of the trip. Deedee looked out of the side window and watched the early risers mowing their lawns before the heat of the day. Suddenly she said, "Ron! Stop!"
Ron dutifully pulled the car to the side of the road by the curb and asked, "What is it, Honey?"
"They're having a garage sale, Ron! Look at the huge yellow toy dog! Isn't it just darling? Let's go and see what they have. We have plenty of time. Can we go see it, pleaaase?", she replied.
Ron backed the car up and parked it next to the curb, then they got out and walked over to the card tables that had been set up on the driveway. Deedee was cagey and pretended that she wasn't interested in the stuffed dog, looking over the other items on the tables to get an idea of how high the prices were. Deedee was pleasantly surprised to discover that the objects the homeowner had put on sale were being sold at giveaway prices. Deedee looked at Ron in askance, silently questioning Ron whether he thought the sale was legitimate or not. Ron gave her an almost imperceptible shrug to indicate that he couldn't be sure that it wasn't stolen merchandise. Displayed in the middle of the table that the operator of the garage sale stood behind was a grimy antique oil lamp.
Deedee saw the lamp and thought that with a little polishing, it would make a nice display piece on one of their bookcases. She picked it up and asked the homeowner, "How much is this?"
"Ten dollars," replied the man promptly.
"Ten dollars?", Deedee echoed, "Isn't that a lot for a cheap brass reproduction of an old lamp?"
The man reached out to take the lamp from Deedee's hands and said, "It would be if it was a reproduction. But this lamp is from Saudi Arabia. My father bought it in a small village market in Saudi Arabia thirty years ago when he was making a geological survey for an oil company. I'd like to keep it, but I just Don't have room."
The man traced out the complex design cast into the side of the lamp with his fingernail and said as he rubbed the egg shaped quartz crystal mounted into the center of one of the sides of the lamp, "It's a beautiful piece, isn't it? When I was a kid, I used to dream this was one of the lamps with an imprisoned genie. You know, like Aladdin's lamp. I used to polish it until it I could see my reflection in the brass, hoping that the rubbing would free the genie trapped within. Nothing ever happened though."
Ron took the lamp from the man's hands and looked at the crystal closely. It wasn't faceted like a commercial leaded glass crystal. Instead, the crystal was a slightly irregular, smooth cabochon with patches of cloudiness buried deep within the crystal. Ron suspected the owner was telling the truth about the origins of the lamp. The imperfections implied that the stone was gemstone quality quartz and the irregularities indicated that it had been cut by hand. He handed the piece to Deedee who discovered the metal was oddly warm to the touch as she took it in her hands. Her eyes seemed to be drawn into the crystal as if it were a huge diamond. The more she handled the lamp, the more she wanted it. There was something compelling about the feel of the thing that told her that what she had in her hands was far more precious than an old oil lamp. Deedee decided then and there that she had to own the lamp and wasn't going to take no for an answer. She asked the homeowner as she opened her Day Runner to get out her checkbook, "Would you take a check?"
The homeowner shook his head in the negative and said, "Cash only."
Deedee winced slightly at the news. She didn't have any cash with her. Deedee looked Ron straight in the eye and said, "Pay him, Ronny! We have to get going!"
Ron gave her an odd look and moved to pay the homeowner for the lamp. For a moment, Deedee's voice had sounded so different. It was deeper than normal and more resonant. Her tone had changed too, her words had had been so forceful and commanding. She didn't sound anything like the sweet Deedee he knew and loved. Ron wanted to get out of there before anything else happened. He didn't like the way Deedee was acting. It was easier to buy the lamp and leave than argue about it. Besides, once he saw the crystal, he thought spending ten dollars on the lamp was a wise investment. The crystal alone was probably worth a hundred dollars.
When Deedee got back into the car she was her old self again and thanked him profusely for the lamp. They drove to each of the stores in order, conducting business efficiently at each one until they were half way through the list. Then they went to the Mall to pick up some new pillow cases and sheets for the bedroom. On the way to the linen department, they stopped and looked at the baby furniture. Deedee wasn't expecting a baby, it was just that she had an.... odd hobby. Deedee was an infantilist. She loved to dress up as a baby and have Ron babysit her as if she was a real infant. Ron made the perfect Daddy for her. He was big and kind and ever so gentle with her. When he stood over her and watched while she played on the floor in her diapers, she could easily imagine that she had miraculously grown younger again and had become his baby girl. She would suck her thumb like an infant and speak in baby-talk whenever she was in her baby mode, mimicking a toddler's behavior perfectly.
Deedee went over the nursery furniture carefully, but she didn't see a single piece she wanted. Her search for the perfect nursery suite was an extended exercise in window shopping, so she wasn't disappointed. She didn't intend to buy anything for her fantasy nursery. The baby she had in mind had gotten too big over the years to use ordinary nursery furniture. Deedee only wanted to look so she could better visualize her fantasy of being a baby again. There were just about to leave when she spotted a crib mobile that caught her eye. It was composed of plastic cutouts of baby bunnies set at different levels so that when the mobile was set in motion it appeared that a brood of bunnies were gambling in abandon above the baby's head. Deedee picked up a packaged set and took it to the checkout stand without a word. Ron followed silently behind after taking one look at the expression on her face. Ron knew that baby bunnies were her favorite creatures and it would only serve to make her angry to say anything. He waited while she got out her checkbook and paid for the mobile. Then they proceeded to the linen department where Deedee picked out the new sheets they needed. The rest of the trip was uneventful and they were able to complete their errands without any detours or delays. They arrived home about two hours later and unpacked the car, putting their purchases away once the car had been unloaded. By silent agreement Ron took the mobile to hang from the ceiling in the spare bedroom that served as Deedee's nursery and playroom while Deedee got out the antique oil lamp she had bought at the garage sale. She sat down at the kitchen table to have look at it and clean it up before she made a final decision where she would display it.
Deedee noticed that the lamp had a small spot of discoloration on the side. She got the can of Ron's Brasso that he used to polish his brass on his navy reserve uniform out to try to remove the spot. When that failed, she remembered an article in Hints from Heloise that suggested she try a mixture of salt and vinegar. She rummaged through the kitchen pantry for a moment looking for the bottle of white vinegar she stored for cleaning purposes. She vaguely remembered having run out of vinegar three weeks before and putting it on her shopping list but couldn't seem to find it. Deedee decided that she must have forgotten to buy it and resolved the problem the way any good cook would handle the problem; she substituted. She got out the wine vinegar that she used to make vinaigrettes for salads from the pantry and mixed a tablespoon of the vinegar in a teacup with enough salt to form a paste, then she took a dampened paper towel and began scrubbing the moist paste into the side of the lamp. After a minute of rubbing, the mildly abrasive paste removed the spot completely. Unfortunately, it did such a good job that it made the rest of the lamp look dull by comparison. The spot she had worked on shown brightly while the rest of the lamp kept its dismal finish. Deedee scooped the balance of the paste out of the teacup and industriously cleaned the rest of the lamp. When she finished, she lay the lamp down on the newspaper she had used to protect the kitchen table and sat back to admire the piece. Ron walked in the room and said, "I finished mounting the new mobile you bought for the playroom, Honey. Would you like to come and see it?"
"I'll be right there," she answered and gave the lamp a final buff with the rag and wiped the dust from the edges of crystal mounted in the center of the lamp, "I finally managed to get all the spots off of the lamp. How do you think it looks?"
Ron bent over the table and looked at the lamp closely. The entire lamp seemed to be glowing as if there were some inner source of illumination. Ron tried to trace the patterns on the surface of the lamp and discovered that his eyes refused to follow the lines. The peculiar geometry of the lines made them look like they led off into another dimension that he wasn't equipped to perceive. It gave him a dizzying sensation of falling into the arcane design that was inscribed into the side of the lamp. He blinked his eyes and looked again at the pattern. Taken as a whole, the design had a three dimensional quality that gave it the illusion of depth. It gave him the eerie feeling that the lamp was magickal. He shook his head to clear the dizziness that threatened to make him nauseous and said, "It looks beautiful, Honey! Are you going to put it on the mantle?"
"Can you think of a better spot for it?", she asked him, then smiled and said, "Maybe I should put it in the bedroom so we could rub it and make wishes before we go to sleep."
Ron chuckled and replied, "And what would
my baby wish for?"
Deedee knuckled him hard in the ribs and
said, "You know exactly what I'd wish for Ronny! I'd wish to
be a real baby for twenty four hours. What a baby day that
would be. I wouldn't have to pretend then. It would all be
real." Ron smiled at the thought of babysitting
an infant version of Deedee. He enjoyed being her Daddy and
taking care of her as if she was a toddler. He could easily
imagine how much fun it would be if she was transformed into
a real baby. She grinned broadly and said, "It would
serve you right if I did! Twenty-four hours of changing
dirty diapers would take that silly grin off of your
face!" Ron laughed and Deedee got up from the
table to see her new mobile. Deedee looked at the lamp and
said, "You know, that crystal looks like there's a light
behind it. It must be acting like a prism. I hadn't noticed
that before." The crystal on the lamp was glimmering
red in the center, apparently diffracting the sunbeam that
fell on it's surface. Ron noticed as he turned that the lamp
seemed to waver slightly in the sunlight as if it was an
insubstantial mirage. "The sunlight must be heating the lamp
up and causing the air around the lamp to diffract the
light," he thought to himself as he followed Deedee into the
nursery. They were about halfway there when Deedee's pink
blouse seemed to take on a life of its own. Ron stopped in
horrified fascination as he watched the back of the blouse
get longer and crawl over Deedee's bottom and down the back
of her legs. Her slacks seemed to be alive too; they
slithered down her ankles and started forming gathers around
the tops of her feet. When she felt the cuffs hit her
ankles, Deedee halted and looked down to see what was
happening. Suddenly, her loosening waistband gave way and
her slacks slid down her legs to pool around her feet. A
moment later, her panties followed her slacks and dropped to
the floor. Deedee's body started to shrink in upon itself,
getting shorter with each passing second. Deedee turned and
looked at Ron with a helpless expression on her face as she
perceived that her vantage point was rushing towards the
floor. It looked like everything in the room was growing
taller and more distant. Deedee said with a rising tone of
fear, "Doooonnnnny!" Ron froze in amazement as Deedee's height
was reduced by half and her blouse descended to the floor.
She appeared to be growing younger by the minute. Deedee's
limbs changed proportions and became shorter with respect to
her body until they looked like a baby's legs and arms. Her
long hair seemed to pull itself back into her scalp, leaving
her face framed by the short ringlets of early childhood.
The lines of maturity in her face vanished and were replaced
by the soft skin of babyhood as her cheeks became chubby
with baby fat. Deedee swayed uncertainly on her feet for
a moment and then fell backwards to land on her bottom. She
looked up at Ron's face for a moment in surprise and then
began to cry. Ron was stunned. His wife had turned into an
infant before his eyes. He knelt down beside her and removed
the blouse which was draped tent-like over her torso. Ron
turned her around to face him and said, "Deedee? Are you
alright? Speak to me, Deedee!" When she realized that the only thing
that was emerging from her mouth was a high-pitched baby's
babble, her face clouded over with a look of extreme
frustration and she began weeping again. Ron picked her up
and held her closely to him, wrapping one arm around her
bottom to support her while he cupped his broad palm over
her back and shoulders. He stood up, cuddling her tiny body
to his chest while patting her back and saying, "There,
there, Honey. It will be alright. Don't worry, Ronny's
here." She quieted down under the influence of
his soothing words and let him carry her into their bedroom.
Ron laid Deedee on her back on the bed and examined her
infant body closely. When he was finished, he sat down
beside her on the bed and said, "I don't know how you
managed it, Honey, but you seemed to have gotten your wish!
You're a real baby! There's not much point in taking you to
the emergency room. They won't know what to do with you. I
guess all I can do it try to take care of you until you get
better. I guess I won't be playing at being your Daddy from
now on, I'm going to be your Daddy for real!" Deedee looked thoughtful for a moment and
then began chuckling in glee as she waved her legs in front
of her. She had finally become a baby. She smiled upwards at
her new Daddy and grinned at the prospect of being taken
care off by him. Deedee had dreamed about this moment her
entire life, she intended to enjoy every minute. Ron said, "The first thing we have to do,
baby girl, is get you dressed. Maybe one of your old
T-shirts would work as a nightgown." He got up from the bed and went over to
her dresser and started going through drawers. After three
tries, he found what he was looking for and returned to her
side. When he looked down at her to sit her up, he saw that
she had peed all over the bedspread. "Deedee!", he said in
exasperation, "You've peed all over the bed! Naughty baby! I
guess I was wrong. The first thing I need to do is get you
diapered!" Ron left her on the bed while he went
into the master bathroom and returned with some towels. He
lifted her legs and laid a bathtowel beneath her bottom to
soak up the pee on the bed while he found some safety pins.
He went back to the dresser and rummaged around the top for
a moment until he found what he wanted. Then he went to the
drawer that contained the diapers they used when she
pretended she was a baby, removed one and returned to his
infant wife's side. Ron folded the adult diaper over to fit
her small waist and lifted her legs again to slide it
beneath her. He pinned one side of the diaper and then the
other before sitting her up and dressing Deedee in her
T-shirt. Ron chuckled at the effect that using the adult
diaper made. It was bunched up between her legs and made it
impossible for her to bring them together. He shook his head
and said, "It looks like we're going to have to get you some
real baby clothes, Honey." He put his hands underneath her armpits
and lifted her up to his chest, saying, "Come on, Baby.
Daddy's going to take his baby girl to the store. Let's see
how much you weigh first." Ron carried her to the bathroom and stood
on the scale, then he sat her on the bathroom counter and
weighed himself alone. He subtracted his weight from their
combined weights and said to himself as he looked down at
Deedee, "Hmmm, twenty two pounds, that would make you about
ten to twelve months old. I wonder how tall you are?" He took her to the car and strapped her
in the seat of the passenger side. The fit of the seat belt
was loose, but under the circumstances, it was the best he
could do. On the way to Walmart, Ron decided that he'd have
to do something about the untidy appearance of Deedee's
diaper. He didn't want any of the mothers that were shopping
at Wal-Mart to see on her jerry-rigged diaper before he got
her into a conventional diaper. His lawyer's mind could
follow the chain of logic easily. Any woman who saw it
would know instantly that an infant so dressed had an
unprepared caregiver. The conclusion they would draw was
obvious; a caregiver that unprepared must have had the baby
thrust on him suddenly. The fact that he was a man who do
nothing to allay suspicion. It would probably make things
worse. Women are extremely suspicious of men's ability to
care for small children. If he wasn't careful, they'd see
her and wonder how a man came into possession of a baby. The
suspicion would be that he had committed some nefarious
deed. Someone would be sure to call the police to
investigate. The last thing he needed was to have to explain
to the police where he got the baby girl he was with. The
solution was simple. If she was properly attired, everyone
would assume that he was he father and say nothing. She was
sure to draw attention to herself dressed in an adult
diaper. All he had to do was get her into some baby diapers
before they got to the store. He stopped at a convenience store and ran
inside to get a small package of disposable diapers for her
to wear. He had to hurry, it was illegal to leave a small
child alone in a car. After paying for his purchase, he went
around to the passenger side of the car and laid her down on
the front seat. In a few minutes he had her diapered in one
of the disposables he had bought and buckled safely in
place. Then he got back into the car and drove the rest of
the way to WalMart without incident. Ron carried her into
the store and sat her facing him in the infant seat of the
cart. Deedee was overjoyed with the experience. She laughed
and cooed at the passerby as she gazed at the mundane
shelves of merchandise with renewed interest. Everything
looked so different from the vantage point of the shopping
cart. The packaging seemed to be directed directly at her.
The wrapping sparkled under the fluorescent light and the
colors appeared more lively than she remembered. Deedee
grabbed the heavy chromed wire of the cart on either side of
her and rollicked enthusiastically. She was having a great
time. She stuck out her tongue at several amused women
shoppers as they passed by and cooed in pleasure at
Ron. Ron rolled the cart through the aisles
until they came to the infant section and then proceeded to
fill the cart with packages of cloth and disposable diapers,
plastic pants, T-shirts, rompers, and assorted baby care
goods. One of the largest packages he bought was an infant
auto seat. He put it in the bottom shelf of the cart and
wheeled her over to the baby furniture. Ron looked over
several designs for a crib and amused several mothers when
he turned to Deedee and said, "Well? Which one do you
like?" Deedee pointed to one of the cribs and
said, "Gaaaaa!" He nodded and said, "I think so too," and
wrote down the model numbers from the crib and mattress to
have them brought to the front. As an afterthought, he wrote
down the numbers of a high chair and playpen, adding them to
the list. He would have liked to have gotten more, but he
was afraid that if he bought anymore, it wouldn't fit into
the car. Then he took the cart to customer service. After a
longish wait to be served, he explained that he needed a
stockboy to bring some furniture to the front. He gave the
stockboy who was assigned to the job the list of numbers and
they went back to the infant furnishings department to
retrieve the nursery equipment he wanted. They returned to
the checkout stand and stood in line until he got to the
front and the saleswoman began checking out his purchases.
The saleswoman was charmed by Deedee, she made faces and
commented how cute she was to Ron. She looked at all the
furniture and said, "It looks like Daddy wasn't ready for
his little girl. He's trying to buy a whole nursery for
her." Ron chuckled at her remark and lied
casually, "Little Deedee is my niece. She and her mother
have come to live with us until they get back on their feet
again. They lost everything in a fire. Her mother is sick in
bed and my wife is taking care of her. They sent me out to
do the shopping." They saleswoman raised her eyebrows at
the news and said jokingly, "Her mother let a MAN do the
shopping for her little girl? She must be ill!" Ron favored her with a smile in
appreciation of her joke and paid for his purchases, then
with the help of the stockboy, he took them out to the car.
Ron opened the trunk and rear doors of his car for the
stockboy and took the infant auto seat out of it's box while
standing in the parking lot. Then he placed it on the right
side of the front seat and worked the seat belt through the
holes in the seat to mount it. When he was done, he took
Deedee out of the shopping cart and sat her in the auto
seat, pulling the strap up between her legs and over her
diaper to fasten to the straps that went over her shoulder.
He cinched her in tightly and murmured some instructions
about "...being a good girl for Daddy," as he closed the
door on her side of the car and went around to help the
stockboy. A few minutes later, they were finished and Ron
got into the car to drive to the Safeway supermarket on El
Camino and Bernardo. When they arrived, Ron carried Deedee to
the carts outside and put her in the seat of the cart as he
had in WalMart. Then he wheeled the cart inside and went
directly to the baby goods aisles to buy Deedee some baby
food. He went through the selections rapidly, having some
idea of the food that she liked and knowing which ones she
positively couldn't stand. In a short time, the bottom of
the cart was filled with enough jars of baby food to last
her for at least two weeks. He took several six packs of
prepared formula from the eye-height shelf and put them on
top of the baby food in the cart, following them up with
assorted sundries like feeding bibs, a card of pink plastic
diaper pins and diaper creme. When he put the diaper creme
in the cart, Ron smiled to himself in spite of his devotion
to his infant wife. She had never messed in her diapers when
she played baby in the past and he had been an attentive
enough "Daddy" so that she had never developed diaper rash
from her pee. Since she had become a real infant, however,
he knew that she would soon find herself helplessly pooping
in her diapers like a baby. It was best to be prepared for
the worst and have the diaper creme on hand when the
inevitable happened. When he had finished in the baby
aisles, he went to the aisle with the detergents and got a
box of Ivory Snow. As an afterthought, he added a box of
diaper presoak to help get the messy stains out of the cloth
diapers he had gotten at WalMart. He had just turned out of the aisle and
was going to the checkout stand when he happened to meet his
mother-in-law, Jackie. Jackie recognized Ron immediately and
said, "Hello, Ron! What an adorable little baby girl, she
looks just like Deedee did when she was her age!" She winked
at Ron and said jokingly, "And who's little girl is this? I
know it's not Deedee's. Have you been doing something you
shouldn't?" Ron looked at his ditzy mother-in-law
seriously. Being a lawyer had given him the experience at
talking his way out of tight corners, he was not about to
let the unexpected appearance of his mother-in-law buffalo
him into saying something rash. Deedee on the other hand,
was a basket case. She looked up from her seat in the cart
at her mother in pure terror. Deedee could only think one
thing in her panic, she had been discovered! Immediately,
she felt a warm sensation as her tiny body rid itself of
excess baggage and began dumping urine into her diaper. Ron
couldn't use the excuse that he had given her the last time
they were caught buying baby goods. Ron had told her they
were buying the goods for his sister's baby. His niece was
too old to be eating baby food out of jars. The last time
her mother had spotted them, Maggie's baby was a year old
and they had been visiting them. Surely even "Wacky Jackie",
as they secretly called her mother, would realize that
Maggie's baby would have gotten too old in the interim to be
eating baby food. "We have a friend who's staying with us,"
Ron lied glibly as he glanced down at the diapered baby in
front of him, "She's her little girl." Jackie looked satisfied and said, "I
think you should tell her mother that she needs a diaper
change. She looks a little soggy to me. Where's
Deedee?" "Oh, she's around here somewhere. I think
she's over in the produce aisle with our friend picking up
something that they forgot," Ron prevaricated smoothly.
"There's something I want to ask her
while I'm thinking about it. If I Don't ask her now, I'm
sure I'll forget. I've got to go. I Don't want to miss her,"
Deedee's mother said hurriedly. "I'm sure you won't miss her. Of course,
she might have gone over to another aisle by now. I know
she's in the store somewhere," Ron told Jackie honestly.
As Jackie turned away to find her
daughter, Ron heaved a sigh of relief. It hadn't been very
difficult to cozen his mother-in-law; he had had a lot of
experience leading opposition attorneys down the garden path
during litigation. Misdirection was as much a part of an
attorney's skills as it was for a stage magician. It was all
a matter of appearing to do one thing while actually
engaging in something else altogether. His courtroom
productions of "rabbits" had been rare but exceedingly
satisfying for himself and his client. They left the
opposition with a ego gratifying looks of bewilderment on
their faces and brought wintry smiles of appreciation from
the judges. Ron leaned over and looked at Deedee's
wet diaper and saw that her mother was right, she was in
need of a diaper change. The soggy diaper had bunched
together heavily between her legs and drooped down in front.
He whispered in her ear, "Come on, Dee. Let's hurry and get
out of here before your mother gets back. I'm sure your
diaper will hold until we get home, it's not that far." Ron
hasty wheeled the cart to the checkout stand before Jackie
gave up and started looking for him again. He wanted to be
long gone before she thought of waiting for Deedee at their
car. When Ron got home, he left Deedee in the
auto seat in the car while he got the playpen he had bought
at WalMart in the house. He set it up quickly and returned
to the car to get Deedee and get her into the house and
settled into her new playpen. Then he went back to the car
and began the process of getting the furnishings unloaded
and into the house. When he was finished, he began setting
up Deedee's nursery. He knew she would be pleased by what he
had bought. They had discussed what Deedee's dream nursery
would look like many times and the furnishings he had
purchased matched Deedee's descriptions fairly closely. He'd
have to go out and get some more pieces to complete the
suite, he knew, but the furniture he had gotten for her was
a good start. Once he got her settled, he could sit down
and consider the problem of what had happened to her. He had
a suspicion that the lamp was somehow implicated in Deedee's
transformation. There was something decidedly odd about the
feeling the lamp gave him and there wasn't anything else in
the house that would account for her sudden rejuvenation.
When he had finished assembling the crib,
he suddenly remembered Deedee's wet diaper and guiltily went
to the playpen to get her and change her diaper. He was
surprised that he had forgotten about the diaper, getting
sidetracked by other jobs was Deedee's favorite trick, not
his. He decided that Deedee's transformation had affected
him more that he had realized. He had been stunned when he
saw her change into a baby before his eyes. Since then, he
had been running on autopilot trying to get a handle on
things before they became overwhelming. Ron took her into
the nursery and put her on the crib to change her diaper.
Deedee lay back on the white sheet covered mattress and
waved her legs happily. This was something she liked! She
gurgled and cooed up at Ron and blew bubbles adorably. Ron
thought that she looked like she was having a wonderful
time. He unfastened the tapes on the diaper and carefully
pulled the front of the diaper down between her legs before
he lifted her feet and slide a clean diaper beneath her
bottom. A quick swipe with the baby wipes he had bought and
she was clean. Then he fastened the tapes of the disposable,
pitched the soggy rolled-up diaper into the trash can and
carried her back to the playpen so he could sit down and
think. He knew she probably would have rather been wearing a
cloth diaper, but he wasn't sure he wanted to fool with
washing dirty diapers until he got things under control
again. Ron lowered her into the playpen and then
went to the kitchen to make her a bottle of juice to drink
while he investigated the lamp. He opened the small bottle
of Gerber apple juice he had gotten at the grocery store and
poured the contents into a baby bottle, screwing on the
nipple tightly so it wouldn't leak. Then he returned to the
playpen and leaned over the railing to pass it into her
waiting hands. Deedee cooed in thanks as she took the bottle
from him and began sucking on the nipple immediately. He
left her as she was and went to the kitchen to look at the
lamp. Ron picked up the lamp gingerly, not wanting to cause
the lamp to change him into an infant as well. He looked it
over and saw nothing out of the ordinary on the lamp. There
where no inscriptions or signs to give him a clue to it's
origins. Deedee had managed to get most of the stains out of
the metal with the brine solution. The only spot that was
left was a small brown area of discoloration. Ron dipped a
corner of the cloth into the brine and rubbed the spot out
with the cloth idly while he thought about the problem. He
heard Deedee cooing in the next room and realized that he
was going to be busy trying to take care of the house and a
baby at the same time he was trying to hold down a job. He
dropped the wet cloth on the lamp and thought, "I need to do
something about finding a place to put her baby clothes. I
can't just leave her new clothes in the shopping bags. Maybe
I should get her a dresser to store them in. I could get one
with a changing station on top so I can change her diapers
there instead of in her crib. She's sure to make a mess on
the mattress if I continue to change her diaper on the crib.
Maybe I could take some emergency leave from work to go
shopping for baby furniture. It's inconvenient, but I can
probably manage it." Ron thought that it was too bad that they
didn't already have a nursery full of baby furniture for
Deedee. After he thought about it, he realized that she was
going to need a stroller too. He wished that they he
wouldn't have to go shopping for more furniture the next
day. Ron heard a cry from Deedee in her playpen and sighed.
It was going to be a long day. He had enjoyed playing baby
games with her as an adult, but he hadn't been prepared for
her to become a real baby. He was sure he would enjoy being
her daddy once he got used to the idea of having an infant
wife, but at the moment his nerves were more frazzled than
he cared to admit to himself. He was worried that whatever
had changed Deedee wouldn't wear off and she would be a baby
forever. Ron had been careful not to let Deedee know what he
was thinking so she wouldn't get worried too. He wasn't
completely sure she still had an adult mind, but he hoped
for the best. In the meantime, he had to take care of her as
if she was an infant. Thank God, she enjoyed playing baby.
If she hadn't and she could still think, she'd be in a
state. As it was, if she could still think, she was probably
having the time of her life. He turned to see what Deedee
needed and left the room as the lamp began to glow
again. When Ron got to the living room, he saw
Deedee sitting in the playpen with the empty baby bottle
lying next to her, whimpering tiredly as if she needed a
nap. Ron picked her up to take her to her crib and noticed
that she had wet her diaper again. He carried her to the
nursery and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the room.
The nursery it had been transformed! Ron was stunned by the
changes in the room. The room appeared to have been freshly
wallpapered with a white paper with vertical pink stripes,
intertwined with a delicate, green tinted flowering vine.
The room was filled with baby furniture in white enamel;
next to the window there was a crib and adjacent to it was a
matching changing table. A dresser stood by the opposite
wall and had an acrylic apothecary jar full of pacifiers and
a small nursery lamp. The entire room had a bunny motif;
adorable pictures of baby bunnies seemed to be everywhere.
The lamp, the curtains, the comforter draped over the end of
the crib, and even the crib sheets had bunnies on them.
There were three framed color prints of bunnies descending
in a diagonal across one of the walls. Deedee simply adored
bunnies and there they were. It was as if someone had spent
weeks shopping for baby furnishings to please Deedee. Ron
noticed that the mobile hanging over the end of the crib had
bunnies hanging from it's wires and a diaper stacker now
hung from the crib with a bunny appliquÈ. The tall
yellow diaper pail next to the changing table had a decal of
a group of baby rabbits romping joyfully in a patch of
grass. Deedee turned her head to see the nursery and cooed
in delight when she saw how the room had been decorated. She
clapped her hands clumsily in applause, barely managing to
strike her two palms together. Ron glanced at Deedee as if
he expected her to explain the room's strange
transformation, then moved his eyes back to the scene in
front of him and shook his head. "This is getting stranger
and stranger," he muttered to himself as he took Deedee over
to the table and began changing her diaper. He put Deedee in a clean diaper while she
yawned sleepily. Ron chuckled as he finished fastening the
tapes and said, "Baby girl is ready for a nap, isn't
she?" Deedee yawned again in agreement and he
carried her over to the crib and tucked her in. He found a
toy bunny lying in the crib at the end and tenderly placed
it in Deedee's arms. She smiled up at him and hugged the
bunny then closed her eyes and fell asleep immediately. Ron
fussed with the comforter for a few minutes to make sure she
would be comfortable and then began to quietly explore the
room. The diaper stacker was filled with soft fluffy
flannelette diapers of the type that Deedee liked. Ron
looked at the back of the changing table and saw that
everything he might need to change Deedee had been supplied.
In his earlier haste to get her changed, he hadn't noticed
that the back of the changing table had tub of babywipes, a
jar of nursery vaseline, a tube of diaper rash ointment and
a bar of soap that was forested with the pink bunny-headed
diaper pins stuck into it's surface. He went through the
shelves of the changing table and discovered that it was
fully stocked with supplies. There were stacks of both
disposable and cloth diapers and well as an amply supply of
clean plastic pants and infant T-shirts. "Whoever set this
up sure knew his business," Ron thought to himself as he
went through the rest of the shelves, "This looks like a
display in a baby boutique!" He went to the dresser and opened each
drawer in turn, finding the clothes he had bought earlier as
well as other baby clothes he had never seen before. He
looked in the closet and discovered that the rack was filled
with hangers of baby dresses. He took out one of the infant
pinafores and compared it to the clothes he had bought for
her that he had found in the drawer. It was exactly her
size. "Someone (or something, he amended to himself) has
created a nursery just for her," he thought to himself with
a growing sense of disquiet. The problem was he couldn't be sure
whether whatever had caused changes in Deedee and the room
intended good or ill. Certainly Deedee was enjoying her
vacation from adulthood as a baby, but if she was forced to
be an infant forever it would be a curse rather than a
blessing. He had to get to the bottom of what was causing
the transformations and discover how to change her back.
Ron thought about the lamp and remembered what he had been
thinking when he had heard Deedee's cries. He had wished
that they had already purchased a nursery for Deedee. If
they had bought one, Ron was sure it would have looked like
the nursery that had mysteriously appeared in place of the
furniture he had bought. He was sure that Deedee would have
liked the crib he had bought, but it wasn't exactly what she
had wanted. This crib was perfect. The room looked like
Deedee's description of her dream nursery. Every piece that
she had wanted was in the room. It looked like she had
picked each piece out herself and positioned it in the same
way that she had described to him. Ron realized that the
lamp was the key to the problem. Apparently if the lamp was
rubbed with Deedee's cleaning paste it granted wishes,
either spoken or unspoken. He had to find out if his
hypothesis was true. Ron had a simple experiment in mind
that would tell him what he needed to know. He went back to
the kitchen and sat down at the table in front of the lamp.
Then took the rag and dipped it into the brine-vinegar
mixture and began to rub the lamp all over with the rag as
he said, "I wish for an explanation of what's happened to
Deedee. Tell me lamp, are you magic?" Ron put the lamp down on the table and
waited expectantly. The lamp glowed brightly as a parchment
slowly materialized on the table next to the lamp. Ron
picked up the parchment and saw that it had a verse
calligraphed on the paper in jet black ink. The language was
English and the script appeared to be one of the European
Blackhands. It read; Neither gold, nor silver, nor jewels, nor
wealth of any kind save love, Only your heart's desire will
you find illuminated by the lamp's magic. Feed the crystal
of the lamp and it will grant the rightful owner's
wishes. After one thousand days of granting
wishes the lamp shall find a new master. May all your wishes be a delight unto
Allah's eyes, Inshallah. Abdul Al Karim, maker of the magic
lamp. Ron thought about the verse and realized
that the homeowner had never had a wish granted so the lamp
had remained with him more than one thousand days. It was
the bit about "feeding" the crystal that intrigued Ron. How
had he and Deedee "fed" it, when the previous owner hadn't?
The man had said he had spent hours polishing the lamp when
he was a child and nothing had happened so that wasn't it.
Ron looked at the box of salt on the table next to the
bottle of vinegar and realized that Deedee must have been
using a mixture of salt and vinegar to clean the spots off
the metal. Wasn't there something he had read somewhere
about salt used to "feed" quartz crystals? He had a vague
memory of looking at a pamphlet at a shop one time that
talked about the care of quartz crystals. He had dismissed
it at the time as New Age nonsense. Now he wasn't so sure.
Something had activated the crystal, why not salt? Ron
thought that it was interesting that the lamp had decided
that both he and Deedee were the rightful owners. He
wondered if the lamp knew about community property or
whether it simply assumed that a wife's property was the
property of her husband. Perhaps because he had paid for the
lamp, it considered him the owner as well as Deedee. Ron
realized that he could probably ask the lamp for an answer,
but it wasn't worth the effort. The only thing that was
important was that the lamp considered them both the
rightful owners. From reading the first line of the verse,
it was obvious that he wasn't going to be able to use it to
get rich, but that was okay with him. Having a magic lamp to
grant their heart's desires was enough. He could handle the
rest by himself. They would have a thousand days of wishes
before the lamp sought another owner, whatever that meant.
Ron grinned when he thought of the uses he could put the
lamp to. He and Deedee were going to have a lot of fun with
this lamp. He couldn't wait to tell her what he had
discovered. Deedee napped for two hours and woke up
thirsty. Ron hear her small cries and went into the nursery
to see what she needed. He found her lying on her back in
the crib, sucking on her toes fretfully. Her face broke into
a huge grin when she saw him standing over her crib. She
reached out her hands to be picked up and Ron said, "What's
the matter baby girl? Are you wet? Is it time for your
bottle?" Deedee cooed in reply and Ron unlatched
the side of the crib so he could check her diaper. He put
three of his fingers down the front of her diaper the way
women check their babies and discovered that her diaper was
damp rather than wet. "You're not very wet," he said, " so
you must want your ba-ba. Is that what baby Dee wants? Her
ba-ba?" Deedee giggled in agreement and held out
her hands again to be picked up. It was so much fun being a
baby again and having Ronny as her Daddy. Deedee was
thoroughly enjoying herself. Although she couldn't speak,
she was having no problems making her needs understood.
Ron's attentiveness made it easy. Deedee had gotten over her
panic at being changed into a baby and was determined to
make the best of a bad situation. She wasn't sure when or if
she would ever change back into an adult, but the
opportunity to be nurtured and cherished like a real baby
was too good to miss while she had the chance. She still had
her adult mind and could understand what Ron was saying
perfectly. She had decided that her transformation was her
chance to take a complete vacation from adulthood. She
didn't have to do anything as a baby but enjoy herself. Ron
would take care of everything. Ron picked her up out of the crib and
took her into the living room. He set her down in the
playpen while he warmed up her bottle in the kitchen. Deedee
idly sucked on her thumb and played with her toys until Ron
returned with her nurser in hand. This time, instead of
merely handing her the bottle, Ron took her out of the
playpen and sat down on the sofa with Deedee on his lap. He
settled her against his arm and slipped the nipple of the
bottle into her mouth. Deedee took the bottle in both hands
while she latched onto the bottle with her lips and began
nursing immediately. Ron smiled at his charge and said
conversationally, "Enjoy your bottle, Dee. I think I've
discovered what turned you into a baby again. The lamp, Dee.
It's magic! All you have to do is rub salt into the crystal
on the side of the lamp and make a wish. Do you remember
what you said to me right after you were cleaning
it?" Deedee looked up at Ron with wide eyes as
she continued to suck on the nipple. She wanted to indicate
to Ron that she'd understood him, but the formula tasted too
good to stop nursing. Besides, the pause in his explanation
seemed rhetorical, she was sure he'd finish explaining it to
her without her input. All she had to do was listen. Ron
smiled at his infant wife and continued, "You said you
wished you were a baby again for twenty four hours! The lamp
heard what you said and took that as a real wish. The lamp
grants wishes, Dee! Do you know where your nursery furniture
came from? I was cleaning the lamp while I was thinking
about your transformation and wished that we had already
shopped for nursery furniture for you. Then presto,
everything you always wanted for your dream nursery appears
in the room. Do you know what this means, Dee? You can be a
baby anytime you want!" Deedee's eyes lit up when she heard the
news and she sighed in contentment. She couldn't have
dreamed of a better outcome. She could be a real baby
anytime she wanted and still have an adult life. Maybe Ron
could make a wish to be rich, then he could stay at home and
be her Daddy anytime she wanted to be a baby. Ron finished
his explanation by saying, "There're only two provisos with
the lamp, Dee; we can only have it for a thousand days and
we can't wish to be rich. Other than that, the sky's the
limit, Dee. We can have anything our hearts desire." Deedee looked at him thoughtfully and
considered the limitations on the lamp. She wasn't terribly
surprised to hear that there were restrictions on the
wishes. It would have been nice to be able to wish to be
rich. Still, half a loaf was better than none and the
ability to change into a real baby whenever she wanted was a
gift beyond her wildest imaginings. Ron sighed and said, "I Don't know why
I'm telling you this, Dee. You probably have the mind of an
infant. If you can understand me give me a sign." Ron smiled and said, "Where you trying to
say "Good, Daddy" or were you babbling? There must be some
way we can communicate. Hmmm. What about your
Speak-and-Spell? You should be able to use that to spell out
words if you can still think like an adult." Ron carried her into the nursery and
looked for her spelling toy. After a minute of fruitless
searching, he put her in her crib for a few minutes while he
conducted a thorough search of the room. In the end he found
it in a new toy box sitting next to the wall. He took Deedee
out of the crib and sat with her in the rocking chair and
put the Speak-and-Spell in her hands. Immediately Deedee
began tapping out a message to Ron;
"H...I......D...O...N" "You can understand me!", he said
happily. "Y...E...S", came Deedee's reply. "Then you know that everything's going to
be aright. The wish you made is only good for twenty four
hours," Ron told her. "D...A...R...N", replied Deedee
whimsically. "You can use the lamp to change into a
baby anytime you want. Is there anything you need?", Ron
inquired solicitously. "H...U...N...G...R...Y", answered Deedee.
"Oops!", Ron said with an embarrassed
expression, "I forgot to feed you. Would you like to try
some solid food or would you like another bottle?" "S...O...L...I...D", Deedee typed. He took the Speak-and-Spell out of her
hands and put it in the seat of the high chair while holding
her to his hip with one hand, then he took his free hand and
carried them into the kitchen. He sat Deedee in the high
chair and put the tray down in front, handing her the
Speak-and-Spell to use while he got her dinner together. He
went through the pantry saying, "About the only thing we
have that you can eat is baby food, Dee. What would you
like, chicken and vegetables? Macaroni dinner?" "Okay," Ron said as he got a rubber
coated feeding spoon out of the silverware drawer and picked
up one of the new feeding bibs from the table. He stood
behind the high chair and snapped the feeding bib in place
around her neck, then maneuvered one of the kitchen chairs
to sit in front of the high chair. He took one of the jars
of baby food and popped off the lid with a single twist of
his large hand before ladling out a spoonful. "Open wide!",
Ron said playfully as he brought the spoon close to her
mouth. Deedee opened her mouth and let him spoon
in the baby food as if she was a infant. In a very real
sense she was; her muscular control had vanished along with
her adult body and she was incapable of feeding herself. She
closed her eyes in anticipation and swallowed the
purÈed mixture. When the flavor of the food hit her
taste buds, she was pleasantly surprised. Her rejuvenated
sensation of taste had amplified some of the flavors while
suppressing other components. Apparently Ron had selected a
macaroni dinner for her to eat. Deedee decided that it
wasn't half bad, although the texture left a lot to be
desired. Unfortunately, her lack of teeth severely limited
the range of foods she was able to eat. If she wanted to eat
solid food, it would have to be baby food. Ron continued to
spoon in the food, wiping the drips from her chin from time
to time with a damp dishtowel. After she had finished the jar, he opened
the second jar he had selected. Deedee closed her eyes
again, hoping this one would be better than the last. When
she closed her mouth to swallow, an involuntary groan of
pleasure escaped her lips. The flavor of the strained plums
was so intense that her hypersensitive taste buds were
overwhelmed. It tasted like she had quaffed a mouthful of
Japanese plum wine. She held the plums in her mouth to let
their fumes permeate her head. It was wonderful! Deedee
opened her mouth eagerly for more. In a short time she had
finished the plums and her tummy bulged in repletion. Ron
wiped away the bright purple plum stains around her mouth
and chin with the dishtowel, then gave her a bottle of
formula. Deedee suckled the formula happily as her stomach
wrapped itself contentedly around her meal. Deedee watched
around the nipple as Ron made himself a sandwich and sat
down at the table to eat with her. By the time he had eaten
his sandwich, she was slurping the dregs of formula from her
bottle. Ron unsnapped the plastic bib around her neck and
rinsed it in the kitchen sink before laying it on the dish
drainer to dry. The hollow sounds of the last drops of
formula being sucked from the bottle greeted him as he
returned to Deedee's side. He took the empty bottle from her
hands and set it on the counter while he took Deedee out of
the high chair. Ron laid the damp dishtowel over his
shoulder and held Deedee to his chest, then began to pat
Deedee gently on her back. After a moment or two, Deedee
belched hugely and lay against his shoulder contentedly. He
took the dishtowel from his shoulder, grinning and shaking
his head in amusement when he saw the wet stain of
regurgitated formula on the fabric. She had spit up her
formula on the dishtowel like an infant. It looked like
Deedee was experiencing all the nuances of being a baby.
Ron smiled as he carried her back into
the living room to play on the floor in front of the TV
while he watched the news. If she continued the way she had
been going, she would mess her diapers by the time the news
was over. Ron took a few of her toys out of the playpen and
strew them on the carpet in a short arc in front of her
before he sat down. Deedee cooed delightedly and crawled
from toy to toy trying to decide which one she wanted to
play with first. Finally she picked a toy from the group and
sat down in front of it with her legs splayed out on either
side of the toy. She grinned at Ron and picked it up to
taste the toy with her renewed sense of taste. From time to
time, he glanced away from his news show and grinned at
Deedee's antics. She was adorable. There was no way anyone
could have known that the body of the infant who crawled in
front of him contained the mind of his wife. Her gurgles and
coos completed the effect, making her appear like an
average, unremarkable baby girl. Ron made a mental note to himself to ask
Deedee after the wish had worn off whether she would mind if
Kimberly babysat her the next time she changed herself into
an infant. Ron doubted that Deedee would be embarrassed by
her sister if she was transformed into a real baby. He
sensed that Deedee's self-consciousness stemmed from the
fear of how ridiculous she'd appear as an adult baby to
Kimberly. If she was a real baby however, then she'd appear
prosaic surrounded by the trappings of infancy. Ron looked
down at his wife lovingly as she crawled around the carpet
at his feet. She would stop from time to time glancing back
at him to see if he was watching her. Ron would grin back at
her in approval and she'd continue in her journey, secure in
the knowledge that her Daddy was right there if she needed
him and that he was pleased by her transformation. After about thirty minutes, Deedee
stopped crawling and perched on all fours with a quizzical
expression on her face. Her face colored for a moment as if
she was straining slightly and then returned to normal. She
sat back on her knees in surprise as the realization of what
she had just Done in her diaper hit her. She shot Ron a
guilty glance and appeared as if she was looking for a place
to hide. Deedee was acutely embarrassed. Peeing in her
diapers was one thing, but messing in them was something
else altogether! The reek from the rear of her diaper curled
around and enveloped her like a palpable cloud, accusing her
of the rank impropriety she had committed in her diaper.
Deedee realized that in her current condition as a baby, she
was unable to clean up the mess she had made. All she could
do was wait for Ron to notice and change her soiled diaper.
When she thought about how Ron would tease her for her lack
of control, she began to cry in earnest. Ron got up from the sofa and went over to
Deedee as the odor from her whiff diaper began to fill the
room. As Ron had predicted, Deedee had voided her bowels
thirty minutes after eating dinner. Deedee was horribly
embarrassed. She hid her face in his neck as he carried her
into the nursery to change her dirty diaper. He laid her
down on the changing table and unfastened the tapes on her
diaper, then pulled the diaper down between her legs to see
what damage she had Done. She was a mess. Deedee had managed
to cover not only her bottom with the sticky goo, but it had
fallen into the front of the diaper in front as she knelt on
the floor and had smeared itself all over the front panel of
the diaper. She was covered from stem to stern in baby poop.
Ron shook his head and grinned as he took
out a baby wipe and began cleaning the mess off of his
little girl. She fidgeted and fussed irritably in
embarrassment as held up her legs and cleaned her bottom
before lowering her back to the pad on the changing table.
When he had gotten most of the smelly goop off of her
behind, he deftly removed the dirty diaper with his free
hand and put it aside so she could rest on the changing pad.
Ron pitched the dirty baby wipe on top of the soiled diaper
and took another wipe from the dispenser for a final
cleansing before he rediapered her. He scrubbed the last
traces of poo from her skin and dropped the wipe on top of
the other soiled tissue. Then he folded the mess within the
dirty diaper, taped the sides together into a neat bundle
and tossed the packet into the nursery wastebasket. Deedee's
embarrassment had evaporated by the time he returned his
attentions to the rediapering process. Deedee lay in front
of him on her back, clothed solely in a sunny smile and the
perfect aplomb of infancy. She sucked on her thumb idly as
she waved her legs up and down without a hint of shame at
her nakedness. Ron chuckled and said as he bent over to
deliver a kiss on his lover's forehead, "You're a living
doll, Dee! Do you know that? You're just about the cutest
baby I've ever seen." Deedee blushed in pleasure at the
unexpected praise and continued to behave like an infant as
he turned her over and began to coat her bottom with a thin
layer of vaseline to protect her skin during the night. Then
he flipped her on her back and coated the skin between her
legs in front, making sure every crevasse was covered with
the waterproof gel. Ron lifted her legs again and slid a
disposable diaper beneath her bottom, laying her down
carefully on it's comfortable padding. Then he pulled the
diaper up between her legs and taped down the sides snuggly,
lest she leak all over the crib mattress while she slept.
Ron looked at the time on his watch and saw that it was
almost seven o'clock. While he and Deedee normally stayed up
until ten o'clock on weekdays, baby Deedee was another
matter, it was time for her to go to sleep. He picked Deedee up in both arms and
carried her to the crib to tuck her in for the night. Ron
returned to the living room and watched TV for a while
before going to bed. After the news, he decided to turn in
himself. He expected that Deedee would wake up early and he
wanted to be there to take care of her needs. Just to be
sure, he tiptoed into her nursery and turned on the baby
monitor then he took the companion unit into the bedroom
with him and set it up on the bedside table. If Deedee woke
in the night and began to cry, the baby monitor would
amplify her cries so he would hear them in his sleep and
wake up. Ron smiled as he lay in bed and pulled
the covers up to his neck. He missed sleeping next to
Deedee, but he was pleased that she had been turned into a
baby, albeit temporarily. Ron was enjoying the experience of
being a loving father to an adorable baby girl. She looked
so darned cute crawling around the room on her hands and
knees wearing diapers that he wanted to pick her up and
cuddle her every time he looked at her. He turned off the
bedside lamp and closed his eyes, thinking of what Sunday
would bring. If he was right about the lamp, then she would
return to normal at approximately ten o'clock. He decided to
take her out of her diapers and let her play on the living
room floor in the nude at that time. That way her waist and
legs wouldn't be constricted by her unchanging diaper when
she began metamorphosing back into an adult. Otherwise, she
would start growing until her body size forced the tapes on
the disposable to pop loose. If the tapes were strong
enough, she might get badly bruised before they gave way.
Ron made himself a mental note to get her robe out and have
it ready before her transformation. As he drifted off to
sleep, he decided that he'd better have an adult diaper
ready too. Twenty-four hours of freedom from toilets might
make her a bit more prone to "accidents" until she was used
to her adult body again. After a couple of hours, she could
change into more adult wear. In the meantime, Ron wanted to
make sure the furniture and carpet was protected from the
aftereffects of her sojourn from potty training. Ron woke up bright and early the next day
and made himself a pot of coffee. He moved the baby monitor
into the kitchen and read the Sunday paper over a cup of
coffee until she woke up. At seven thirty he heard her
blathering to herself in her crib and took her a bottle of
juice to drink after he had change her diaper. When he
arrived in the nursery, he found her sitting up on the bed
with her toy bunny in front of her shaking her finger and
prattling to it as if she was lecturing the stuffed toy
about some imagined naughtiness. Ron thought she looked
adorable. Her diaper drooped heavily in front of her,
hinting at the nights production of baby pee it held locked
in it's absorbent padding. Ron bent over her and picked her
up, raising her to the level of his head and planting a good
morning kiss on her forehead before carrying her over to the
changing table to remove the sopping diaper. When he
unfastened the front of the diaper, the reek of ammonia
assaulted his nostrils. He quickly removed the irritating
garment and wiped the stale pee from her loins with a
babywipe. Then he folded the smelly diaper into a tight ball
and tossed it in the wastebasket before he rediapered her.
Ron took her over to the rocking chair
and played with her for a few minutes, then gave her the
bottle of juice he had prepared. Deedee took the nipple in
her mouth and began sucking immediately. She was thirsty
after twelve hours sleep and drank fully one third of the
bottle in the few minutes before Ron got out of the rocking
chair and carried her back to her crib. Ron sat her on her
bottom and picked up her toy bunny to wave in front of her
playfully, distracting her temporarily from her nursing with
her favorite toy. She took the toy from his hand and lay it
across her lap, then returned her attentions to the bottle
she had been avidly sucking. Ron stroked her short hair with
the palm of his hand affectionately while watching her
nurse. After a while, he turned and left her to play in her
crib while he went to finish his Sunday paper. A half-hour later Ron returned and took
Deedee out of her crib to take her to the kitchen. He put
her in the high chair and put her feeding bib on her before
feeding her a jar of oatmeal mixed with applesauce for
breakfast. Her repast was followed by a bottle of warm
formula and a burping. Deedee pooped in her diaper about
half an hour later and Ron took her into the nursery to
clean her up. Instead of rediapering her though, he took her
back into the living room dressed in her bare skin. On the
way out to the living room, Ron stopped in front of the
closet and got out Deedee's favorite robe while holding
Deedee's bare bottom against his hip with his free hand. He
took her to the living room, tossing her robe on the sofa as
he passed by and put her in the playpen temporarily while he
returned to the bedroom to get an old comforter. Ron came
back to the living room with the comforter and spread it out
on the floor, doubling it over to thicken the padding and
reduce the amount of floor space it occupied. When he was
Done, he took Deedee out of the playpen and sat her on the
blanket to let her play on the comforter in the nude. Deedee
found the experience of being a naked infant under Ron's
watchful eyes tremendously satisfying. Anytime she wished,
she could look down at her bare pubes and reassure herself
that she was indeed an infant. Her small size and lack of
clothes made her feel extremely vulnerable and intensified
the sense of protectedness that Ron's presence gave her.
Whenever she looked up into his eyes, she saw the paternal
concern radiating back at her. It made her feel nurtured and
cherished. The food in her stomach made her drowsy and she
found herself yawning repeatedly. She was playing on her
hands and knees with a toy when sleep finally overcame her.
Deedee lay her head down on the blanket without moving her
legs and was fast asleep in seconds. Ron heard her soft
snores and looked down to see his baby wife sleeping on her
knees with her cute little behind in the air and her cheek
resting on the blanket. As he watched, her form increased in
size and maturity until she had regained her former stature.
Ron got up from the sofa with Deedee's robe and diaper in
hand and knelt down beside her on the blanket to wake her
up. He stroked her hair with one hand and said quietly,
"Dee! Dee, Honey? It's time to get up! Come on, Honey! Wake
up!" Deedee opened her eyes slowly and felt
herself melt into his arms as he lifted her shoulders and
hugged her to his chest. After a moment, he released her and
sat on the floor beside her with his arm wrapped
protectively around her shoulder. "How do you feel, Dee?",
he asked. "I just had the most marvelous dream,
Ronny! It was so real! I dreamed I turned into a baby and
you were my Daddy. You fed me and looked after me, changing
my diapers whenever they were wet or messy. In the last part
of the dream, you let me crawl around naked on a blanket you
had put on the floor in the living room and I fell asleep,"
she said with her eyes glistening with suppressed
excitement, "I've never had a dream that seemed so real Ron!
I loved every minute of it! I wonder if I'll ever have a
dream like that again?" Before Ron could answer her and explain
that her dream of returning into babyhood had been the real
thing, Deedee chanced to see the playpen that was sitting on
the floor next to the blanket. Realization dawned and her
eyes opened wide in shock as comprehension of what had
happened seeped into her sleep-dulled mind. She looked at
Ron intently and asked, "It wasn't a dream, was it
Ron?" "No, Dee. It really happened," Ron said
gently. "But how? People just Don't turn into
babies overnight and then back again! What happened to me?",
Deedee asked. "It's a long story," Ron replied, "Why
Don't we sit up on the sofa and talk about it after I get
you in an adult diaper?" Ron shook his head "no" and said, "I saw
it too. If you Don't believe it, go into the nursery and
take a look at the furniture. If it isn't exactly the kind
of baby furniture that you've always wanted, I'll eat my
hat! Dee, I'm not lying to you. This is a bona fide magic
lamp that grants wishes just like in the fairy
tales." Deedee looked dubious and said, "I Don't
know, this all sounds like some fantastic story. If it
hadn't happened to me, I'd swear you made it all up as a
joke. This sounds like one of those rejuvenation stories
that Jennifer writes. It's just her style of story; lots of
detail that makes you hope for a moment that she's talking
about the real thing, but underneath you know it couldn't
possibly be true." Ron smiled and said, "I know what you
mean. There were a couple of times that I wondered whether
she had written that story she promised to create for us and
I was dreaming about the plot. There are times lately that
I've found myself saying things that sounded more like the
way she writes than things I would normally say. I must be
reading too many of her stories lately. Every time I turn
around, she's got another one. I Don't know how she does
it." Ron considered for a moment and said, "I
wonder what Bob would say if we told him that we had a magic
lamp that could turn him into a baby anytime he
wanted." "You tell him and you'll have to help
babysit him!", Deedee teased. Deedee grinned, then her eyes
got a faraway look as she mused, "You might really have your
hands full then. I intend to use the lamp myself. You might
find yourself babysitting a house full of toddlers." "Maybe I could get your sister Kimberly
to help me," Ron said with a smile, "She's offered to
babysit you before." "That was when she thought she'd be
babysitting a grown woman playing at being a baby. It's
different when you're talking about looking after real
babies. I'm not sure she'd want to take care of two little
babies at once," Deedee said. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind. After all,
it's not like she has to babysit full time. It would only be
a few hours," Ron replied. "Hmmm," Deedee said, "If she'd be willing
to take care of two babies, you could join me in the
playpen. I've always wanted to see what kind of baby you'd
make." "I'm not so sure about that....," Ron
temporized. "Come on, Ron. I'd be fun! Haven't you
ever wondered what it felt like to be a baby and have
someone you trusted take care of you? We could wrestle in
the playpen together and take a nap in the crib when we got
tired!", Deedee said with growing enthusiasm. "Dee, you know how I feel about that.
Dee, Honey, you play too rough! I might forget myself and
you could get hurt! I'm so big!", Ron said sincerely.
Deedee poked him in the stomach and said,
"If we were babies I'd probably be a big as you were, maybe
bigger!" "What?", Ron asked in confusion.
"Silly!", Deedee answered confidently,
"If we were babies we'd be approximately the same size. Do
you know that little girls mature more quickly than boys?
Unless the girl is really tiny, there's a good chance that
she'll be a little bigger and heavier than a baby boy her
age. If we wished that the lamp make us the same age, I
might be bigger than you. I might not be bigger than you
now, but I bet that I was a little bigger than you were when
you were a year old. You wouldn't have to worry about
hurting me then!"
Ron frowned slightly, feeling trapped. He
had the distinct impression that he'd be sharing a playpen
with Deedee in the near future. Ron wasn't quite as
enthusiastic about being diapered as Deedee was. He was
curious about how it would feel to be a baby, but he didn't
have as strong a desire to return to babyhood as Deedee had.
Unless he put his foot down and told her that he absolutely
wouldn't, she would find a means to get her way with him. He
might be able to put it off for a few weeks, but in the end,
he was going to have to try it to please her. She wouldn't
nag or try to convince him, rather she'd bring it up
casually and get a hurt look on her face each time he
refused. There was nothing for it but to surrender his
adulthood gracefully and let himself be regressed when the
time came. It would only be for a few hours anyway. He was
sure he could put up with the humiliation of having his
diaper changed once or twice by his sister-in-law. He might
not be able to look Kimberly straight in the eye for a few
weeks afterwards, but that was a small price to pay to make
Deedee happy. Ron nodded at Deedee to signal his
agreement with her plan and Deedee smiled in success. She
had been trying to get him to play baby with her for years
and he had steadfastly refused citing the dangers to her
person. The lamp had changed everything, once he was
presented with the possibility of being her size, his
arguments for her safety didn't hold water. Ron was going to
find out just how much FUN it was to be a baby again!
They talked awhile about Deedee's
experiences as a baby before going to the nursery to look at
the furniture the lamp had given them. Deedee hadn't paid
much attention to the furnishings while she was a baby, her
surroundings had only been part of the total experience of
being a baby. When she saw the furniture Ron's wish had
brought, she was ecstatic. The room looked exactly like she
had imagined it would if they had been able to afford the
furniture. She hugged Ron in glee and ran back and forth
across the room checking every piece of furniture like a
child in a toy store. Everything was so right! When she had
finished, she sighed in utter contentment and turned to Ron
to kiss him for wishing for the furniture. After a few
minutes, they surfaced for air and left the room arm-in-arm,
talking about how and when she would use the nursery
next.
The very next Saturday Deedee invited her
sister, Kimberly, over to their house to babysit her for the
afternoon. Ron hadn't made any real plans to leave the house
while Kimberly was babysitting although he thought he
probably would. He had planned to spend the weekend
puttering around the house, doing small repairs. Deedee had
tried to talk Ron into metamorphosing into a baby with her
for the afternoon, but to no avail. Ron was adamant that he
wanted to work on the repairs even though they were minor.
Ron knew he was only delaying the inevitable, but he
couldn't face the thought of spending the day in diapers. He
told Deedee that he'd look in on her from time to time
during the day to see how she was doing. Deedee was
disappointed in Ron's refusal, but decided to be patient and
wait until Ron could bring himself to allow the lamp to
rejuvenate him. Deedee's attitude regarding Kimberly's
offer to babysit her had undergone a complete reversal since
the discovery of the lamp. Her embarrassment at letting
Kimberly see her in diapers had vanished. Deedee's self
consciousness revolved around the adult image she always
presented her younger sister. If she was a real baby, the
problem was moot. Deedee wasn't in the least self conscious
about having Kimberly take care of her and change her
diapers as long as she was a baby. It was only her adult
image she was uncomfortable about. Deedee knew she would
feel sheepish if she played baby in front of her sister
while she was in her adult body. If Kimberly wanted to
babysit her when she was a little baby, that was different.
There was nothing embarrassing about having your sister take
care of you when you were a baby. When Kimberly arrived, Deedee took her to
the kitchen to have a cup of coffee with her while she
explained what she intended to do. She showed Kimberly the
lamp and explained the restrictions on its use so she would
understand what was happening. Kimberly was intrigued by the
idea of watching her older sister being turned into an
infant before her eyes and enthusiastically agreed to
babysit her. Deedee gave Kimberly the grand tour of the
nursery and showed her where the baby food and formula was
kept in the kitchen. She told Kimberly that she wanted to be
a baby all day and asked her if it would be okay if she made
the transformation last until early evening. Kimberly got
into the spirit of things and told her that she hadn't any
plans and encouraged her to remain in baby form until
midnight that night. Deedee was pleased by the offer but
told her that she thought midnight was far too late for
Kimberly to be out on the road. Kimberly laughed and told
her that she wasn't afraid to drive after midnight. She told
Deedee that she was a big girl and could take care of
herself without her big sister's help. They compromised on
eight o'clock and Kimberly asked about what Ron's plans were
for the day. Deedee sighed and told her that she'd been
unable to talk Ron into joining her in babyhood for the day.
She explained as she mixed up the salt paste to feed the
lamp's crystal that he had told her that he'd wanted to get
the chores Done while Deedee was playing baby. She rubbed
the paste into the lamp and said conversationally that she
wished that the chores had been Done and that Ron had been
able to join her in her babyplay. Kimberly agreed that it
would have been fun to babysit the two of them and waited
for Deedee to make the wish to rejuvenate herself. Deedee made her wish, saying specifically
that she wanted to remain a baby until eight o'clock that
night. Just as she began to shrink, they heard Ron's voice
coming loudly from the garage and cursing terribly. The two
of them jumped up to see what the problem was and opened the
door to the garage to see Ron standing there with his
clothes sagging on his rapidly diminishing frame. "Uh-oh,"
Deedee said to Kimberly, "I think I goofed! The lamp heard
what I said about Ron and treated it as a real wish. Could
you go out to the garage and get Ron? I Don't think I should
get near him when he's so angry. He probably thinks I
rejuvenated him against his will. You can explain to him
that I made a mistake and transformed him by accident. He'll
be okay once he calms down. I'll wait here in the kitchen
while you go and get him, okay?" Kimberly nodded her agreement and went
out to the garage to bring Ron in the house while Deedee
took off her slacks and panties and laid them on the chair
she had been sitting on. Kimberly dashed to Ron's side and
quickly explained what had happened while she helped him
remove his pants and shoes. Deedee could see from the
doorway that he looked like he was about thirteen years old
and seemed to be getting younger by the minute. Kimberly
took him by the hand and led him into the house, carrying
his discarded clothes in her free hand. When Ron arrived at
the kitchen, he had gotten to the grumbling stage of his
anger and looked like he was about six years old. He shot
Deedee a dirty look as he came into the kitchen dressed
solely in his oversized shirt. Deedee ran up to him like a
little girl and apologized profusely, explaining that his
regression was a mistake. Her apology seemed to mollify him
somewhat and he told her he was sorry he had gotten so angry
with her. Kimberly helped the both of them take off
their shirts and watched as they continued their regression
into infancy. A few minutes later, all that remained of Ron
and Deedee was a pair of naked one-year-old toddlers sitting
on the kitchen floor. Kimberly bent down, picked up her
sister and put her on her hip, then bent over again to hoist
Ron up and settle him on her other hip. She took the two of
them to the nursery and sat them in the crib while she got
the changing table ready to diaper them. Deedee sat on the
mattress facing Ron, ogling his infantilized genitals with
intense interest while he stoically stared off into space in
embarrassment. Deedee was fascinated by her husband's infant
body and tried to get him to play with her by poking him
impishly in his suddenly protuberant tummy. Ron was having a hard time of it;
although he had retained his adult consciousness, his
control over his emotions had regressed along with his body.
He had only said he understood Deedee's error to mollify
her, inside he was still seething over being rejuvenated
against his will. He was torn between the desire to bawl in
frustration and scream in anger. His adult mind told him
that the wish was only temporary and that he'd regain his
former stature in a few hours, but his infant cerebrum was
flooding his body with flight and flight hormones. The
conflicting emotions threatened to overcome his control at
any minute and reduce him into a wailing infant. Deedee's
attempts to make him playful only made the situation worse.
The frolicsome pokes which he would have enjoyed as an adult
made him peevish and out of sorts as a baby. Tears began to
well up in his eyes as his self-control slipped away. He was
just about to start crying when Kimberly reached over the
side of the crib and lifted Deedee out to take her to the
changing table. Ron heaved a sigh of relief as he watched
Kimberly diaper his wife. The brief respite gave him a
chance to regain his composure before he too had his bottom
encased in the infantile garment. A minute or so later,
Kimberly finished diapering Deedee. She pushed the nipple of
an orthodontic pacifier into Deedee's mouth and returned her
to the crib to wait while she diapered her brother-in-law.
Ron closed his eyes in anticipation and felt himself lifted
and laid on his back on the changing table. He opened his
eyes again to find Kimberly leaning over him hugely with a
broad grin on her face. She tickled his protuberant belly
with her fingers to lighten his mood making him giggle
helplessly. Ron was mortified. The contrast between
Kimberly's dominant position over him and his defenseless
nudity shriveled his already tiny penis and made him wince
in chagrin. Kimberly lifted his legs expertly with one hand
while she slid a clean diaper underneath his bottom. She
scooped a double fingerful of vaseline out of the jar with
her first two fingers, then lifted Ron again to run a thick
coating of the waterproof jelly into the sensitive area
between the cheeks of his bottom. Ron shivered involuntarily
as he felt Kimberly's fingertips penetrate the recesses of
his bottom crevasse to force the wad of greasy substance
into his crack. His bladder let go suddenly under the
stimulation and Ron started squirting pee helplessly into
the air between his legs. Kimberly laughed and said as she
deftly caught the pee in the soft padding of the disposable
diaper, "Can't wait, Ronny? Hang on there a minute, Baby,
and I'll have you safely in your diaper, okay?" Kimberly dusted his pubes quickly with a
light coating of baby powder then taped the diaper shut. Ron
opened his mouth to cry in shame and found it filled with
the soft latex of a pacifier as Kimberly silenced his
incipient wails with the traditional soother. Kimberly saw
the hurt expression on his face and hoisted him to her chest
to comfort him. Ron found himself looking over her shoulder,
being held to her bosom with a single arm under the curve of
his rump while she patted his back with her free hand. When
her hand moved down to pat his thickly diapered behind, Ron
lay his head against his sister-in-law's neck and whimpered
in despair as he heard Kimberly make small mothering noises
to console him. "How can Deedee enjoy this?", he thought to
himself, "I never imagined being held in Kimberly's arms
would make me feel so small and weak. Kimberly looks
enormous!" Ron gasped as Kimberly wrapped her hand
around his bottom and gave it a comforting squeeze. He
closed his eyes in embarrassment and thought, "She can hold
my entire bottom in one hand! She makes me feel so
powerless...so helpless!" A minute later his ordeal was over as
Kimberly settled him back on her hip and took Deedee from
the crib to ride on her other hip. She took them into the
living room to play in the playpen while she watched TV.
After a while, Kimberly got up and said, "Kimberly's going
to the bathroom for a few minutes, okay? I'll be right back!
Be good babies and play quietly in your playpen while
Kimberly's gone, okay?" Deedee looked up at her sister and smiled
winningly in agreement while Ron looked morose and stared
ahead of him. Ron sat in the playpen, not knowing quite what
to do in his new body. In the past he had watched Deedee
mimic baby behavior when she pretended she was an infant.
She would pick up toys and bang on them like an infant, but
somehow that kind of play didn't appeal to him. He hadn't
been mentally prepared for the transition into infancy. He
sat in the playpen in a semi-daze with his legs splayed out
wide in front of him gazing longingly out through the mesh
wall at the couch. Deedee grinned mischievously at Ron as
she crawled up behind him silently. She knew what the look
on her husband's face meant. He was thinking how he'd rather
be sitting on the couch like an adult than in the playpen
with her. She'd put a stop to that! When she reached Ron, she put her finger
out and poked him hard in the side just below the ribs. Ron
fell backwards in surprise and landed on his back. Deedee
was on top of him in seconds. She tickled him around the
waist until he was a helpless giggling mass rolling from
side-to-side trying to escape her attack. Deedee squealed in
delight and drove the assault home, moving up to his armpits
when he tried to fend her off with his hands. Kimberly gave
a last glance over at the playpen as she left the room when
she heard Deedee squeal and grinned to herself when she saw
the couple playing. She shook her head with a smile at the
couple's antics and continued on to the bathroom. She was
confident that they'd be all right while she was gone. From
what Deedee had told her about her last transformation, they
still had their adult minds even if they had the bodies of
infants. Even if they had been real babies, they would be
safe enough in the playpen to leave alone for a few minutes.
They looked like they were really enjoying their return to
babyhood. Ron was breathless from the laughter and
giggles. Deedee seemed to be everywhere, he couldn't find a
way to defend himself. If he raised his arms in defense, she
would make a lightning strike against his armpits. If he
rolled up in a ball on his back and used his feet to help
protect him, she started tickling the soles of his feet.
Finally, it was over. Weak with exhaustion, Ron lay flat on
his back in the playpen while Deedee crowed in triumph over
his supine body. Ron struggled to get up, but discovered
that his infant stomach muscles were too debilitated by the
laughter to sit up. He rolled over to his side and slowly
got to his hands and knees. The diaper he was wearing seemed
to be sagging lower than it had been before they started
playing and got in the way as he tried to crawl. Every
movement of his legs brushed them against the plastic of the
diaper, reminding him of how he was dressed. Deedee seemed
to be fascinated by the sight of him; she sat with her mouth
open in surprise and her forefinger hanging from her lower
lip. As he crawled in front of her, seeking refuge in the
corner like a boxer at the end of a round, her mouth formed
a round "Oh" of understanding. When he plopped his bottom
down in the corner of the playpen, he discovered was she had
been staring at. The disposable diaper seemed to have puffed
out while they were playing and squished wetly when he sat
on it. Ron's eyes opened wide in surprise as his bottom
settled in the yielding paper-covered gel. The heat of the
urine hadn't time to cool since he had peed in the diaper
and he felt his pubes and bottom caressed by the damp
warmth. The paper shield in the diaper kept his bottom from
actually contacting the wet gel, but he could feel the
dampness rising from moist pad beneath his bottom. Deedee
was delighted; she clapped her hands and chortled in
pleasure. Ron's face colored in embarrassment and dismay. He
had wet his diaper like a baby! His emotions shifted rapidly
under the influence of his newly infantized hypothalamus and
he felt his mind darkening with humiliation. When the storm
of feelings reached it's peak, he closed his eyes, squeezing
them together as tightly as he could while his face reddened
in outrage. Ron balled his tiny fists and shook them
impotently in the air in front of himself in an infantile
gesture of frustration while tears of mortification burned
their way down his cheeks. "I didn't ask for this!", he
raged to himself silently, "This is all Dee's fault! I could
control myself when I had the body of a man! She's changed
me into a complete baby! I can't even talk! How am I going
to tell Kimberly I need my diaper changed?" He opened his mouth began to loudly wail
his displeasure. Deedee sat back on her bottom in surprise
and opened her mouth in awe of his anger. Deedee hadn't
expected him to react this way to peeing in his diaper. The
first time she had wet her diaper, she had been surprised by
what had happened, but not angered. She had delighted in the
freedom her infant body had given her from her body's
demands. If her body needed to poop or pee, it did what was
necessary without her interference or intervention. She had
quickly learned to enjoy the warm feeling the wet diaper had
given her and never gave a moment's thought about how she
must appear to others. After all, she was a baby again,
wasn't she? No one expected a baby to have any semblance of
bowel or bladder control. Deedee realized that wetting must
have come as a complete surprise to Ron. If he had thought
it through, he would have realized that loss of toilet
training would accompany rejuvenation into infancy. If they
had made the decision consciously for him to be a baby for
the day, she would have been able to talk to him beforehand
and prepare him for the experience. Deedee was sorry for
what she had Done to him, but she was afraid to get close to
him and comfort him when he was acting so angry. If she got
too close, he might lose his control completely and hit her.
From the livid look on his face, Ron's control of his
emotions had regressed to the same state as his control over
his bladder, i.e., none. She had seen him grow angry and put
his fist through the wall as an adult, but his rage had been
nothing like this! At least he had been self possessed
enough as an adult to attack something inanimate rather than
hurt someone he loved. She wasn't sure what he would do when
he was this angry. He looked like he was in a positive
frenzy! Ron was shaking his fists up and down helplessly and
screaming at the top of his lungs. Ron had squeezed his eyes
shut with all the force he could summon from his baby
muscles. His face had reddened from the blood the had rushed
to his face and copious tears ran down his puffy cheeks to
fall wetly on his chest. Ron's toothless gums could not
contain his spit and drool dripped off his chin in strings,
joining his tears on his heaving chest. Ron's rage was
consummate, when he opened his eyes all he could see was the
red-tinged objects of his fury; the playpen, the toys, and
the pee soaked disposable that lay heavily between his legs.
He looked down at the diaper that had ballooned up with
urine as the paper fluff was converted to a gel and saw it
for what it really was; a soggy accusation of infantile
helplessness that was taped tightly about his waist and
displayed the damning evidence of his incontinence to the
world! His emotions overcame him again and he closed his
eyes to the sight of the despised diaper as he opened his
mouth to scream. Ron's ears were immediately filled with the
sound of a soul in outraged torment. Deedee had never seen him like this. He
was having a full-blown temper tantrum! Ron drummed his
heels on the padding of the playpen, lifting his legs and
slamming his feet down with all the force his infant body
could muster. Deedee's eyes widened in fear as she witnessed
Ron's transformation into a maelstrom of infant fury! The
old Ronny that she had loved was gone, leaving an enraged
infant in need of an immediate diaper change in his place.
Deedee began inching her bottom back on the pad of the
playpen, moving herself quietly away from the tiny hurricane
of emotions in front of her. Kimberly heard Ron's screams and hurried
to get dressed again to see what was the matter. She rushed
from the bathroom at a dead run. She had never heard a baby
cry so insistently. Something terrible must be happening to
one of the babies! When she arrived, she saw the sopping
diaper that tugged at Ron's waist. He was soaked! Kimberly
bent over to sooth Ron and said, "There, there, Ron-Ron!
Don't cry! Kimberly's here. She'll get that nasty old diaper
off of you and get you into a clean diaper right
now!" Ron had paused when he heard Kimberly
speaking to him through the din and looked up at her with an
expression of intense gratefulness even though she was using
a baby name for him. But when he heard her promise to diaper
him again, he began yelling anew. He didn't want to be
diapered again. He wanted to be his old self. He wanted to
wear adult briefs and pants, damnit, not another humiliating
diaper! Kimberly walked around the playpen and
picked Ron up from behind. Aside from not wanting to lay
Ron's dripping diaper next to her clothes, she was afraid
that he might start beating on her with his tiny fists.
Kimberly had never seen an infant that was so angry. She
turned to carry Ron to the nursery, leaving Deedee where she
was in the playpen. As she quickly walked to the nursery,
she held him out in front of her with his body suspended by
her hands under his armpits. She knew she had to hurry
before the pee laden diaper slid off his bottom and fell on
the floor. It was already halfway down his behind. The
weight of the urine it had soaked up was forcing it
inexorably down under the force of gravity. She only had
seconds before the top of the diaper cleared the curve of
his baby rump and the diaper went into free-fall. She made
it to the changing table just in time. She saddled up next
to the table and swung his body out as she lowered his feet
to the table. The force of the swing gave enough momentum to
the wet mass between his legs to pull the diaper over his
bottom and down his calves. As she dropped his bottom to the
table, the diaper slid off of his feet to land with a soggy
plop on the end of the changing table. Kimberly laid him
down on his back, then grabbed his feet with both hands and
pulled him down the table to center him. Then she snatched
up the restraining strap and buckled it tightly around his
waist, cinching it down to keep him from escaping the belt.
Kimberly gingerly untaped the sides of the diaper, glancing
inside to see if he had pooped. He hadn't, it wouldn't be
necessary to cleanse his bottom with more than a quick swipe
of the babywipe. She folded the diaper into an impromptu
package and taped it shut before tossing it into the garbage
pail, then snapped open the buckle on the restraining strap
to allow her access to his bottom. Kimberly took his feet in
one hand and lifted his legs a foot in the air while
reaching under him with a babywipe in the other hand. She
made quick work of his behind and slid a clean diaper
beneath him on the table. Then she gently lowered his feet
to the table and carefully wiped down his pubes. Ron was
mortified. His rage had abated with the absence of the soggy
diaper but the sight of his sister-in-law looming over him
while she wiped away his products of his excretory system
was horribly embarrassing. He turned his head away and
stared at the wall as she took the container of baby powder
and began sprinkling it's soft contents over his pubic area.
Then she took her fingertips and slowly rubbed the powder
into every fold and crevasse of his skin. Ron moaned in a
blend of semi-erotic pleasure and humiliated shame. Kimberly
saw the distressed expression on his face and grabbed a
pacifier that lay on the back of changing table. She popped
it in his mouth, saying, "ShhhhÖRon-Ron! Don't worry,
Honey! It will all be over in a minute. I know you're
uncomfortable lying there naked, but I'm hurrying as fast as
I can. Aunt Kimberly will have you in a nice clean diaper
before you know it!" "Aunt Kimberly?", Ron thought to himself
in dismay, "Oh God! She's gone from being my sister-in-law
to my aunt in an hour! I'll never be able to look her in the
face again. What if I shit in my pants? I'll never live it
down! Every time I'll look at her in the future and see her
smiling, I'll think of this! Oh God, what have I Done to
deserve this? I wasn't a bad man. I was a good husband to
Deedee!" Kimberly wrapped her fingers around Ron's
scrotum and rolled his tiny testicles around in her hand to
work the soothing powder into the delicate skin of the sac.
Ron shivered involuntarily as a wave of physical pleasure
thrilled up his spine unbidden. "Oh God!", Ron thought to
himself in desperation, "She's making me horny!" Ron's infantized reflexes took over and
he began sucking on the pacifier furiously as the waves of
pleasure increased in intensity. He was beside himself;
Kimberly's massage was having an unintended side effect. The
combination of his acute embarrassment and her ministrations
was giving him a miniature erection. If he had been in his
adult body, he would have stood up as straight as a
flagpole. As it was, his tiny tumescent condition was
painfully obvious to his sister-in-law. Ron couldn't help
it. He had never had any designs on Kimberly, but her
manipulations of his infantile organ made his erection
inevitable. He wanted to crawl away and die! What would
Deedee say when she found out he had had an erection in
front of Kimberly? Visions of long painful explanations and
apologies to his wife for his unwarranted sexual behavior in
Kimberly's presence danced in front of his eyes. Even if she
accepted his account of what happened, he would suffer. Ron
could imagine Kimberly and Deedee laughing about his
infantile lack of control and making jokes at his expense.
His ordeal drew to a close as Kimberly
pulled the soft padding up between his legs and began
fastening the tape on one side. Ron heaved a sigh of relief
and let the pacifier fall from his lips as she pulled the
diaper tight across his waist and taped down the other side.
He was safe. His erection was securely hidden behind the
thick disposable to wilt of it's own accord. Kimberly picked
Ron up and held him to her chest to comfort him. She had
seen his minuscule erection and had divined the cause of his
emotional discomfort. Kimberly held him as she would any
infant, letting his head look over her left shoulder as she
held his body securely with her left arm under his bottom
and supporting his thighs. She took her free hand and began
patting the back of his diaper absentmindedly while she
murmured consoling maternalisms into his ear. Ron whimpered
once and lay his head against her neck in emotional
exhaustion. His temper tantrum had depleted his energy
reserves and the humiliation of being sexually aroused by
his sister-in-law had made him as weak as a kitten. Ron's
ability to resist his babyfication was gone. He lay
passively against Kimberly waiting for her next move. Ron
sniveled a few times, prompting Kimberly to hug him closer
to her and pat his back gently in an effort to quiet him. He
shivered once and lay still as she wrapped her hand around
his back and carried him back into the living room. When Kimberly sat Ron in the playpen with
Deedee, Deedee saw that he had recovered somewhat from his
anger. His face was still red and puffy from the crying and
his nose was running, but the maddened look of fury had
disappeared from his eyes. Ron sat listlessly as Kimberly
bustled away to the kitchen. Deedee crawled tentatively over
to her infant husband and gave him a quick peck on the cheek
with her lips before dropping back to see his reaction. Ron
smiled sadly in response at her attempt to make him feel
better and picked up the toy truck that lay by his side.
Deedee smiled shyly at him and picked up another one of the
toys to keep him company while he diverted himself from his
troubles with his truck. Ron put the truck on the mat of
the playpen beside him and began running the truck back and
forth while he thought about what had happened to him.
"There wasn't any need for me to get that excited about
wetting my diaper," he decided, "I'm a baby, what do they
expect? I Don't have any control over what my bladder did.
My bladder became full and loosed itself of it's own accord.
There isn't any reason to feel guilty. Deedee didn't behave
that way when she wet her diaper. Of course, she's a lot
more experience wearing diapers than I do. My emotions ran
completely away with me. I threw a temper tantrum like I was
a one year old." Ron smiled grimly to himself as he
imagined the scene he must have made. He dimly remembered
drumming his feet against the mat of the playpen and shaking
his fists. He must have been a sight. He felt grateful to
Kimberly for her understanding treatment of him. She hadn't
scolded or made comments about his erection, she had merely
picked him up and held him until he quieted. Deedee wouldn't
blame him for his erection if she found out. Baby boys had
erections all the time when they were being diapered. Deedee
knew that. She was a nurse. "Oh, they might kid me about it
later," he thought, "...but it won't be serious. They'll
know it wasn't intentional. I'll probably laugh right along
with them...That is of course, when I'm back to my old self
and wearing proper clothes." Ron smiled in amusement as he imagined
the conversation that would take place as they sat around
the kitchen table, sipping coffee and discussing what had
happened. Deedee saw the smile on his face and took it as a
sign that he had gotten over his fit of temper. His anger
always passed like that; he had the typical high-strung
personality of a Virgo. The petit vexations of living would
bore their way through the clinks in his analytical armor
like vermin infesting the gambeson of a medieval knight. Ron
would bear his burden silently, his emotions building slowly
to a crescendo that climaxed in a cathartic explosion. Once
his energies had been dissipated on his pique, he was at
peace with the world again. She crept up close to him and
rolled a soft sculpture alphabet block in front of his
moving truck to simulate a collision. Ron hit the rolling
block with the front of his truck and flashed her a quick
smile of comradeship and love. She giggled in return and
rolled another block at his truck from further out. Ron ran
his truck out to hit the block and almost missed it. His
coordination was off and he had difficulty timing the
truck's movement to the block's wildly careening tumble.
Deedee launched another block and the game was on. Ron hit
two, then miss one completely before he got on his hands and
knees and got serious about the game. Deedee knelt on the
opposite side of the playpen and launched block after block
at his truck. Soon the two of them were laughing and
giggling uproariously over the toys in the playpen. Kimberly heard the commotion in the
kitchen and smiled as she prepared their lunch. It sounded
like Dee and Ron were having a ball in the playpen. As
Kimberly put their bottles of formula in a pot of water on
the stove to warm, she thought it was a shame that their
lunch would be ready so soon. They sounded like they were
really enjoying themselves. Kimberly came out of the kitchen
and got Ron out of the playpen first. Deedee was such a
sweet baby that she knew that she wouldn't fuss when her
playmate was taken away from her to eat. She'd sit happily
in the playpen and amuse herself with her toys while
Kimberly got Ron fed. Once his tummy was full, he'd be less
likely to throw another temper tantrum. He'd probably sink
into a sated lethargy after he'd eaten and give Kimberly a
chance to get Dee fed. Kelly carried Ron into the kitchen and
sat him in the high chair. She snapped the plastic feeding
bib around his neck before sitting down in front of him with
a open jar of baby food. Kimberly had decided to feed him
strained plums for lunch. It wasn't exactly the most
nutritious of meals, but she didn't want him to start crying
again. She hoped that the sweet fruit might help keep his
mood light and help him deal with his unexpected
transformation into an infant. She intended to feed Deedee a
regular lunch when it was her turn. She was used to eating
baby food and wouldn't object to an infant's diet the way
Ron might without preparation. She'd feed Ron a proper meal
at dinner that night after he had gotten used to the idea of
eating strained foods. It was either that or put him on a
strict diet of formula. Kimberly shuddered when she thought
of how he would react to the diarrhea it would cause.
Especially if he was hungry for solid food. Besides, she
wasn't sure of how his system would respond if she fed him a
liquid diet while he was a baby and then became an adult
again. He might find himself having an "accident" in his
pants after he had been restored to adulthood. The thought
of Ron pooping in his briefs did nothing to make Kimberly
feel secure. Even if she was his sister-in-law, he'd be
absolutely livid if she caused him to mess his pants like an
infant. It was bad enough that she was party to his
accidental transformation. It might take him weeks to get
over this experience as it was. She wasn't about to add to
his unhappiness by making him bowel incontinent as an adult.
Kimberly ladled the strained plums in
Ron's mouth by the spoonful. Ron seemed to enjoy the food;
he ate every mouthful that she gave him without rancor. Ron
smiled toothlessly as she scraped the inside of the jar and
gave him the last of the plums. Then she wiped his mouth
with a dishtowel and gave him a bottle of warm formula to
drink. Ron looked at the nipple for a moment as if steeling
himself for the act of suckling, then he took the artificial
teat in his mouth and began to suck as if it were his daily
fare. He worked on the nipple industriously as she opened
the jar of pureed macaroni and cheese for Deedee's lunch and
selected the dessert she would feed her. She finally decided
on giving Deedee pureed bananas for her dessert, leaving the
jar of chocolate pudding for her dinner. Kimberly wasn't
exactly enthralled with the idea of feeding an infant
chocolate pudding. All the baby books recommended against it
and she was aware of how chocolate caused relaxation of the
epiglottis and fostered regurgitation. Still, Deedee had
been insistent that she get chocolate pudding and Kimberly
thought that one small container probably wouldn't hurt her.
One the other hand, she intended to feed the both of them
their dinners early so they'd have time to digest their meal
before she put them in their crib for the night. She had no
intention of having to change the sheets on the crib and
clean up two soiled babies if the chocolate made her spit
up. If Deedee was going to spit up, then she'd rather have
her do it in the playpen where the pad was soil and stain
proof. Kimberly was just finishing when she
heard the slurping sound of an empty baby bottle behind her.
She turned around and took the bottle from Ron's hand before
he dropped it and gave him a few light pats on the back. Ron
belched loudly with a look of satisfaction written on his
face and gave her a smile of thanks for her assistance.
Kimberly tussled his hair affectionately and said, "Was that
good, Ron-Ron? You sure finished that bottle quickly! You
must have been thirsty. What do you say to going back to the
playpen while Aunt Kimberly feeds Dee? Would that be okay
with you?" Ron nodded his agreement and she removed
his feeding bib and carried him back to the playpen. Deedee
was overjoyed at the prospect of lunch; she chortled in
delight as Kimberly lifted her out of the playpen and toted
her into the kitchen. After sitting her in the high chair
and fastening the bib around her neck, Deedee grinned in
anticipation of her meal. Deedee loved the macaroni and
cheese even though the manufacturer had reduced it to a
goopy purÈe. She gobbled every bite as fast as
Kimberly could spoon it in her mouth. By the time the jar
was empty, Deedee was a glorious joyful mess. Her lower face
was covered by a thick circle of yellow-orange cheese that
surrounded her mouth and sprayed outward toward the back of
her head. She looked like a mad makeup artist who
specialized in clownfaces created in processed cheese had
visited her. The ring around her mouth formed a large "O"
and there were spots of cheese on either cheek. Even the tip
of her nose had a base coat of liquid cheese. Deedee loved
it. Her eyes lit up with delight as she stuck her tongue
through her artificially enlarged yellow grin to try to lick
the cheese from her upper lip. Deedee contorted her facial
muscles and flapped her arms wildly on either side of her
head in an attempt to use body english to coordinate her
tongue. Kimberly paused as she got up to get her dessert and
chuckled at Deedee's antics, shaking her head at Deedee's
ridiculous appearance. When Deedee finally made contact with
the cheese, she chortled in glee as the tip of her tongue
managed to capture a portion of her errant lunch. Kimberly
retrieved the second jar and opened it as she sat down to
feed Deedee her dessert. The aroma of ripe bananas exploded
into Deedee's baby-sensitive nose as Kimberly put down the
lid and lifted the spoon from the tray of the high chair.
Deedee closed her eyes and opened her mouth expectantly in
anticipation of the fruity dessert. When Kimberly spooned
in the first mouthful, Deedee half-closed her jaw and loosed
a loud "Mmmm" of appreciation. Gobs of purÈed banana
squeezed from her open mouth, dripping from her slack lips
and oozing its way down her chin to fall into the catch
pocket of her bib. Deedee was in Seventh Heaven. Her eyes
shown as she waited for Kimberly to repeat the process and
fill her mouth with more dessert. Kimberly laughed as
Deedee's lips closed around the second spoonful and she
aphasically moaned in infantine pleasure again. Deedee
kicked her legs up and down demandingly as she swallowed the
second mouthful and prepared herself for the third. Her eyes
rolled up expressively as she waved her arms to signal her
readiness. She tilted her head back on her shoulders and
opened her mouth like a baby bird waiting for her mother to
drop her meal in from above. Kimberly obliged her
rejuvenated sister by letting another spoonful of bananas
fall from the bowl of the spoon into Deedee's open mouth. It
struck home beneath Deedee's tongue. When Deedee righted her
head to swallow, a pale yellow sludge squished out of her
lips and fell onto the waiting bib. Deedee clapped her hands
together happily at the wet sound of the purÈed
banana hitting the hard plastic of the bib, opening her lips
once again for another mouthful. Kimberly continued to ladle
in the baby food until the jar was empty, then paused to see
the damage that Deedee's feeding had Done. Deedee was a
sight to behold. Her entire lower face was covered in
concentric yellow and orange rings that joined together at
the base of her chin. The bib was painted with splashes of
varicolored baby food that had escaped Deedee's mouth.
Somehow during the feeding, Deedee had managed to get baby
food all over her hands and wrists. Her smell was a nearly
indescribable admixture of baby odors. The sweet
vanilla-like fragrance of baby powder that exuded from her
disposable diaper mixed with the spicy perfume of ripe
banana and the savory bouquet of cheese to produce a sharp,
clean combination of odors that bespoke a happy well-fed
infant. Kimberly shook her head at the charming sight that
her sister made. She thought about it for a moment, then
opened her purse that she had left on the kitchen table and
withdrew a small camera. Deedee squealed in delight when she
saw that Kimberly planned to take her picture. She grinned
adorably for the lens and only winced a little when the
flash went off in her eyes. Kimberly snapped several shots
before laying the camera on thee table and going to the
kitchen sink to get the dishtowel she had used to clean Ron.
Kimberly gave Deedee's face a rough onceover with the cloth
to capture the greater mess, then folded the damp dishtowel
to wipe the smears that remained. She took the dishtowel to
the sink and rinsed it under cold water before wringing it
out and laying the soggy cloth on over the sink divider to
drain. Kimberly got the last bottle of formula out of the
cooling pot on the stove and tested the temperature of the
liquid on the inside of her wrist before handing the bottle
to her sister. Deedee grasped the bottle with both hands and
expertly tipped the end of the bottle high in the air to
maximize the flow as she pulled the nipple in her mouth.
Seconds later, she was sucking noisily at her bottle.
Kimberly let her nurse at the bottle while she made a
sandwich for herself and got the kitchen cleaned up. Then
she sat down at the table beside Deedee and ate her lunch
while Deedee finished her bottle. Kimberly had just finished
her sandwich when Deedee polished off the dregs of the
formula. Kimberly got up and set her plate down in the sink,
then went over to Deedee and patted her on the back until
she burped quietly. The soft noise Deedee emitted sounded
more like a delicate coo from a baby girl than a
full-fledged eructation. Kimberly smiled at how demurely her
sister manage to behave even though she had been transformed
into an infant. It was as if her manners were a central part
of her being rather than a learned response. Kimberly took
the bottle from Deedee's hands and set it on the table. Then
she lifted Deedee from the high chair and settled her on her
hip for the ride back to the living room. Although Deedee's lunch hadn't taken
long, Ron was dozing in the playpen by the time they got
back. He had gradually fallen forward from his kneeling
position to rest on the side of his face while his knees and
legs remained as they were. Drool ran from the corner of his
mouth to pool on the waterproof pad of the playpen while one
of his arms was curled protectively in front of his head.
His other arm looked like it was planning a sneak attack
with his thumb on his mouth. His outstretched thumb was less
than an inch away from his lips and looked like it was about
to leap into his mouth at any minute. His soft baby snores
drifted up from the mat of the playpen to greet Deedee when
she arrived. Kimberly smiled at how sweet Ron looked. One
would never guess from how he was sleeping that he had been
a full-grown man that morning. She shook her head slightly
and smiled down to Deedee at her side to see if she had seen
Ron too. Deedee looked at Ron and grinned then glanced at
Kimberly to see if she had observed Ron's position. When she
looked up, she saw Kimberly's knowing smile beaming back at
her. The two sisters exchanged smiles of agreement. Ron's
infant reflexes had taken over while he slept and made him
appear like a real baby. Deedee wondered what would happen
if Ron was left in a baby's body for a week or two. She was
sure that his infantized reflexes would begin to take over
after a few days and he'd stat behaving like a baby no
matter how he wanted to act. The temper tantrum he had
earlier told her just how close he was to regressing
emotionally into an infant. From the way he looked, Deedee
thought that it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge
into full infancy. Kimberly grabbed Deedee under her armpits
and hoisted her off of her hip to lower her quietly into the
playpen beside Ron. She turned and went back into the
nursery to get the crib ready for their nap, leaving Deedee
to her own devices in the playpen. "After that big lunch
that Dee just had," Kimberly thought to herself, "Öit
won't be long before she goes nite-nite too. I'd better get
the sheets tidied up before I bring them in here to take
their afternoon naps. Once a get the two of them in this
crib, there won't be room to straighten the sheet
out." She paused after she got the sheet tucked
in and thought about the toys lined up along the back rail
of the crib. There were really too many of them in the crib
for two babies to sleep comfortably. The question was, which
ones should she remove? The decision for Dee was easy.
Kimberly picked up her favorite toy rabbit and laid it to
the side at the head of the bed. Assigning the proper toy to
Ron was a bit harder. He hadn't been a baby long enough to
establish a preference. In the end, she settled on an
arm-sized teddy bear for him. Most baby boys liked teddy
bears in Kimberly's experience and she gambled that Ron
wouldn't be any different. She put a likely looking teddy at
the head of the crib next to Deedee's rabbit and began
moving the other toys to the lid of the toybox that sat at
the foot of the crib. She lined them up carefully on top of
the toybox to maintain the nursery's neat appearance as she
removed them from the crib. When she was Done, she took two
nighttime disposables from the shelf under the changing
table and stuck the folded diapers in the supplies area at
the rear of changing table. Once Deedee started looking
sleepy, she didn't want to rouse her with too much activity
before she put her down for a nap. Kimberly had babysat
enough wakeful babies as a teenager to want to arouse a baby
who wanted to sleep. She had learned her lesson then, get
the baby changed into a clean diaper and into the crib with
as little fussing as possible so their drowsiness wouldn't
be affected. Kimberly decided that she's dress the two
of them warm before she put them down for their nap and went
looking for Deedee's nightgown. She found it in the drawer
that Deedee had described and draped it over the end of the
crib before she started going through the drawers for
something for Ron to wear. She found plenty of night things
that would be appropriate for a baby girl to wear, but there
wasn't anything that had been designed for a baby boy. At
several minutes of fruitless searching, she settled on
letting him wear a T-shirt for his nap. She draped it over
the end of the crib next to Deedee's nightgown and went
looking for another receiving blanket to tuck around Ron.
She found one that matched the one in the crib at the back
of the bottom drawer of the dresser and laid it in the crib
on top of Deedee's old blanket. Then she turned to go into
the living room and see how the kids were doing. It had been
about thirty minutes since Ron had been fed and he should be
pooping in his diaper soon. She wanted to be there when he
did and get him changed as soon as possible. Deedee watched as Kimberly left the room
and grinned to herself as Kimberly passed from sight. Her
mischievous streak had asserted itself and she wanted
Kimberly out of the room before she indulged herself with a
bit of naughtiness. If Kimberly had caught her she might
find herself tummy down over Kimberly's lap getting a
paddling for what she had planned. Deedee looked over at Ron
and grinned. The opportunity to tease him was just to
inviting to resist. Deedee could feel the warm dampness
rising from the bottom of her diaper and knew that Ron was
probably wet too. She decided to wake him up so he could see
how warm and comfortable it felt to wear a diaper that had
been recently wet. If she waited too long the pee would have
a chance to cool and he would be understandably annoyed with
the clammy feeling of the cold wet diaper. This was her
chance to let him see how comfortable wearing a diaper could
be. She crawled over to Ron and poked him in
the tummy with her fingertip. He was sound asleep and didn't
noticed. "This calls for drastic measures!", she thought to
herself and crept over to his feet. Then she sat on the mat
at his feet and splayed her legs on either side of his so
she would have her hands free for what she had planned.
Deedee bent over and began tickling his feet with both of
her hands simultaneously. Ron moaned and kicked but didn't
wake. She renewed her assault on his feet with better
results the second time. He moaned in his sleep and opened
his eyes in horror. He was being tickled! He squirmed on the
mat but Deedee's position made it impossible for him to
escape the torture if he remained where he was. Deedee went
from one foot the other until he woke enough to get up on
his hands and knees to crawl away from her. Once he was on
the other side of the playpen, Ron sat down and yawned
hugely. He was a little irritated with Deedee for waking
him. He had been sleeping soundly and dreaming that he was
closing a deal with a television producer to sell a script.
She had woken him just as the producer handed him the check
for the script. Somehow in the dream he had never learned
just how much he was to get for the sale of the script and
the check was the first chance he had to see how much money
he was going to make from his work. When Deedee work him, he
was just bending over to read the amount on the check. Now
the opportunity to see what he would have made was lost
forever. Ron rubbed the sleep from his eyes as
Deedee crawled to a spot in front of him. She reached out
with one of her hands and pushed on the bulge in Ron's
diaper. Ron dropped his hands immediately and looked at her
in shock. He had wet his diaper in his sleep! Ron moved his
legs tentatively and discovered that he was sopping wet. He
had been too sleepy to notice that the bottom of the diaper
was wet when he sat down, but once he moved, he could feel
the soggy padding beneath his bottom squish wetly. The pee
was too fresh to have cooled more than a few degrees and he
found himself wrapped in the warm, damp cocoon of the
diaper. Ron's reaction to the condition of his diaper was
more rational than the first time he had wet in one. He
smiled at Deedee uncertainly and patted the front of his
diaper clumsily with the palm of his hand to indicate to
Deedee he was wet. Deedee grinned back at him and reached up
with both hands to grab the padded railing of the playpen.
Then she hoisted herself up using the railing and stood
beside him in the pen. Deedee smiled invitingly at Ron and
patted the front of her own diaper as if to say that she too
was wet. Ron laboriously got on his knees, then used the
railing to pull himself up to stand next to Deedee. Deedee
took his wrist in her hand and pulled it to her diaper. With
a broad grin on her face, she forced his hand down to the
area between her legs. The minute he touched her diaper, Ron
could feel something beating against the inside of her
diaper. The plastic of the disposable diaper quickly grew
hot under his palm and he realized that she was peeing right
in front of him! Deedee giggled at Ron's consternated
expression and made no attempt to control her infant
bladder. Suddenly, Ron felt something happening behind him.
His expression changed into one of utter horror as his
bowels began to release and he began pooping in his diaper.
Deedee instantly realized what was happening. She put her
arms around his shoulders and hugged him for the first time
since their transformation. He put up his arms and clumsily
hugged her back as he helplessly filled the rear of his
diaper. Deedee held her breath and gave a slight push and
then she too was pooping. Within minutes the two of them had
finished. Deedee took her arms down from Ron's
shoulders and took him by the hand to lead him to the center
of the playpen. Ron noticed that she seemed to have better
control of her muscles than he had of his muscles. She
seemed to glide about the playpen effortlessly while he was
struggling to walk without falling. He considered a moment
and realized that little girl's bodies were better developed
than boy's bodies at the same age. He toddled after her awkwardly and stood
beside her as she lowered herself to sit on the mat. Once
her bottom was firmly planted on the mat, she grabbed his
hand and pulled him down to sit beside him. Ron squatted
down to try to lower his poop-filled diaper gingerly to the
mat, but when he got his bottom close, his anal sphincter
released again and he farted loudly. Deedee chortled in glee
and tugged on his arm to get him to sit. Deedee's tug
overbalanced Ron and he fell to the side on top of her.
Deedee took his fall as a desire to wrestle. She giggled as
she wrapped her arms around him and rolled to the side,
carrying him with her. Ron desperately tried to extricate
himself from her grip, but soon discovered that she was too
strong for him. In a panic, he tried to tell her that he
didn't want to play but all that came out of his mouth was
an infant's babble. Then he too was caught up in the spirit
of play and he laughed as he tried to pin her with a
wrestler's hold. Deedee moved like lightening and converted
his grip to one of her own. Within seconds, Ron felt himself
flipped over on his back and being pinned to the mat by her
weight. He looked up into her face and saw her grinning at
him in triumph. Drool ran from her chin and dripped onto the
side of his face as she craned her neck and gave him a wet
kiss on the mouth. Then she rolled off his body and helped
him sit up beside her. When Ron sat up, he realized that
their wrestling had smeared the poop in his diaper. When he
tried to shift his weight, he slid within the slippery
confines of his diaper until he was stopped by the limits of
the disposable. Ron paused for a moment and realized that
the horror he had felt a few minutes before at pooping
himself had gone. He didn't feel guilty about his
incontinence anymore! Just then Deedee farted and began to
giggle uproariously. Ron started giggling and within
minutes, the two of them were laughing so hard their tummies
hurt. Kimberly entered the living room to find
two stinky babies rolling around in their dirty diapers and
laughing uncontrollably. She grinned at her two charge's
silly behavior and said, "Okay babies, it's time to go
nite-nite! Kimberly's going to get you cleaned up and into
some clean diapers, then she'll put the two of you down for
your nap." She picked up Ron first and carried him
at arm's length to the nursery. Kimberly laid him down on
the changing table and removed the tapes on the sides of his
diaper. "Whoo!", she said as she pulled the diaper down
between his legs to expose the mess he had made, "You sure
are a stinky baby! Let Kimberly get you cleaned up so you
can be her sweet, little baby. Okay, Ron-Ron?" Ron nodded and lay quietly while she
lifted his legs and scrubbed the poop from his bottom with a
babywipe. The guilt he had felt earlier when she changed his
wet diaper was gone. All he felt now was relief that she was
going to get him cleaned up and changed. While she worked,
he mused on the peculiar way his name sounded when she said
it. Somehow it didn't sound the same way it had when she
greeted him that morning. There was a lilt and singsong to
the way she said it that summoned an image of a mother
talking to her baby. It reminded him of how his mother used
to talk to him when he was a little kid. The maternal tone
in her voice made him feel like he was a toddler again. Ron
knew Kimberly's coddling should have irritated him, but
somehow it didn't. Instead, Ron found her attitude soothing
to his nerves. He relaxed while she finished cleansing him
and applied a thick coat of vaseline to his bottom before
she lowered his bottom to the fresh diaper. Then she gave
his crotch a light dusting of baby powder and taped him up
before sitting him up on the surface of the table. She took
the T-shirt she had laid aside for him to wear and gathered
up one of the sleeves in her hands, then she held the shirt
in one hand and worked his tiny fist through the sleeve.
When she had finished with one hand, she repeated her
actions on his other hand before she lifted both arms and
pulled the shirt down around his head. Then Kimberly pulled
the bottom of the shirt down over his protuberant belly and
evened the fall of the hem around his waist. "There you go,
Ron-Ron! You're as snug as a bug in a rug!", she said as she
bent over and kissed his forehead in a motherly fashion.
"Let's get you in your crib so I can go get baby sister."
So saying, she lifted him from the
changing table and lowered him into the crib. She turned and
left the room to go get Deedee, leaving him wondering about
the import of what she had just said. "Baby sister?", Ron
thought to himself querulously, "I wonder how she means
that? Does she mean her baby sister? Or did she mean that
Deedee is MY baby sister? I get the distinct impression that
she's forgotten who I am! Ever time she talks, I get the
feeling she's thinks she's talking to an infant. What's
more, it doesn't bother me the way it should. I should be
fighting this at every turn. Instead, she comes into the
living room to find Deedee and me rolling around in the
playpen like infants. What's happening to me? I should be
trying to convince her that I'm still an adult! Instead she
discovers me laughing and playing in a dirty diaper like I
haven't a care in the world. What's wrong with me? I'm
beginning to enjoy this!" Ron was still wondering about his change
in attitude when Kimberly arrived with Deedee. She put
Deedee on the changing table and made quick work of cleaning
her up while Ron watched from the playpen. While she was
changing Deedee's diaper, Kimberly cooed down at her sister
and lavished love throughout the process. Deedee ate it up.
She cooed back at Kimberly adorably and acted is if Kimberly
was her mother. When Kimberly bent over the naked body of
her sister and put her lips to Deedee's belly button to make
a bronx cheer, Deedee laughed as if it was the most amusing
thing in the world. She continued to laugh long after
Kimberly stopped blowing on her stomach and began putting
her in a clean diaper. When she finished, she got Deedee's
gown and put it on Deedee in much the same way she had the
T-shirt on Ron. Then she lifted Deedee from the changing
table and gently shook the gown over Deedee's feet. As an
afterthought, Kimberly took two pacifiers from the clear
acrylic jar on the changing table and placed them in her hip
pocket before she put Deedee down for her nap. Ron gave the gown a curious sidewise look
as Kimberly carried Deedee to the crib to join him. He had
the feeling he had seen the gown before. It was a
full-length nightgown, made out of pink blanket bunting with
lace around the collar and bottom hem. When Kimberly stopped
in front of the crib and turned so he could see the Deedee's
chest as she held her in one arm, Ron could see that there
were three cartoon sheep appliques on the gown at breast
level. The gown was just like Deedee's favorite "baby"
outfit, except it had been reduced to infant size! When she
put Deedee down on the mattress, Ron could see that there
was a small difference he couldn't see from the front. There
weren't any buttons on the back the way there were on the
original outfit. This gown had been made to go over a baby
girl's body without having to button and unbutton it. When
Ron thought about it, the arrangement made sense. Deedee's
full sized gown had to have buttons to dress her because her
size as an adult made it almost impossible to change her
diapers otherwise. But as a baby, she was so small that it
was easy to lift her up and pull the gown out of the way. In
addition, a baby would be more likely to be restless and
snag the buttons on the crib sheet when she slept. Since the
gown was a pullover, there was nothing on the rear of the
gown to catch the bedclothes if she tossed and turned in her
sleep. Kimberly carefully lay Deedee down on the
mattress and picked up her toy bunny from the foot of the
crib. She put the bunny in Deedee's arms to cuddle and
reached in her pocket to get out one of the pacifiers she
had placed there earlier. Then she popped the pacifier in
Deedee's mouth and covered her with one of the receiving
blankets. Kimberly tucked her sister in gently before
turning her attentions to Ron and tucking him in at the
opposite end of the crib. She gave him the teddy bear to
hold before she spread the old receiving blanket over his
tiny body and tucked it in around his feet. Just before she
left the cribside, Kimberly took the second pacifier from
her pocket and put it in Ron's mouth. He squirmed a bit in
embarrassment at the unwanted intrusion into the privacy of
his mouth, but decided that he could let it fall from his
lips when Kimberly left the room. He didn't feel like
getting into a contest of wills with Kimberly over the
pacifier. As soon as she was gone, he could get rid of it
without anyone being the wiser. A minute or so after his
lips sensed the pacifier however, his muscles responded
automatically and began sucking. Ron was surprised by the
pleasant sensations that his sucking produced. Suckling the
pacifier gave him an irresistible feeling of security and
well-being. Ron found that his eyelids were beginning
to droop and he was feeling very drowsy. He realized that in
a few minutes he'd be fast asleep. Apparently the
combination of his comfortable surroundings coupled with his
infant body's natural desire for an afternoon nap was
lulling him asleep. He decided under the circumstances that
he'd leave in place, he had something important he wanted
to do before he fell asleep. Ron dropped the teddy bear and
pulled the blanket away from his legs. With the corner of
the blanket in hand, he began crawling on his hands and
knees over to where Deedee lay on the mattress. Then he lay
down beside his infant wife and pulled the blanket roughly
over his exposed legs. Deedee stared at him with wide eyes
as he rolled over on his side and put his arm around her
protectively. The last thing he saw before sleep overtook
him was the ends of a smile peeking around the shield of the
pacifier in Deedee's mouth. He smiled contentedly back at
her, knowing that most of his smile would be hidden from
Deedee's view by the pacifier in his mouth. Deedee watched
Ron's eyes close and his breathing slow as he fell into a
deep slumber. She saw the smile that was hiding behind his
pacifier and was pleased that Ron that he was feeling better
about being rejuvenated. Maybe he'd join her in babyhood in
the future. She had been so worried about him when he threw
his temper tantrum. It looked like he was finally adjusting
to his body and status. He was finding out just how
comfortable being a baby could be. She hoped he would feel
the same way when he awoke from his nap. She liked sharing
her crib with him. While he could not be very protective in
his current state, she felt more secure with him at her
side. She snuggled next to him and closed her eyes to go to
sleep. Kimberly would wake them in a few hours and they
could play some more then. Napping too, was a part of the
total baby experience and she didn't want to miss a moment
of it. A minute later, her soft snores joined Ron's and they
slumbered peacefully until Kimberly came to rouse them from
their nap. Kimberly went to the living room and
turned on the TV to watch while the little ones were asleep.
She decided to let them sleep until just before dinner.
After all, the lamp's spell was supposed to wear off later
in the evening. She wasn't worried that the babies wouldn't
get to sleep that night if she threw off their rhythms by
letting them have a long nap. Once they changed back into
adults, Deedee and Ron were on their own and could manage
for themselves. In the meantime, Kimberly had two exhausted
infants to babysit and she wanted them to get the sleep
their little bodies demanded. If she kept them up to play,
the two of them would grow irritable and fussy. She didn't
want to deal with another one of Ron's temper tantrums again
if she could avoid it. His fit of infantile pique over his
soggy diaper had almost destroyed the afternoon for
everyone. Kimberly wanted her sister to have pleasant
memories of her experiences as a real baby. Certainly she
deserved them, Deedee was the sweetest, most adorable baby
Kimberly had ever babysat. It was too bad that Deedee had
been born before her so she didn't have a chance to babysit
her sister when she was young. It would have been fun to
have a baby sister to take care of when she was growing up.
As it was, Kimberly was having a ball taking care of her
sister and brother-in-law. She hoped they would take another
baby vacation soon so she would get the chance to babysit
them. Kimberly mused about her brother-in-law
while she sat on the couch, surfing across the TV channels
with the remote control. Ron didn't seem to be as upset
about his dirty diaper the second time around. Hopefully, it
was a sign that he was adjusting to the baby experience. If
it was true, Deedee would be so pleased. Deedee told her
that she wanted him to have the same pleasant experiences
that she had and had been a little disappointed in the past
that he had declined the opportunity to join her in baby
play. She was pleased that he enjoyed being her Daddy, but
she was wistful about the idea of having him join her as a
baby. She had confided to Kimberly that she wanted to rough
house and play with Ron, but he was so afraid he might
accidentally hurt her that he wouldn't permit it. Now that
they were about a year old, Deedee was actually a little
bigger and stronger than he was. Kimberly wasn't surprised
by the apparent paradox, she knew that girls usually
developed faster than boys in their early years. It wasn't
until they were in their preteens that boy's bodies became
larger and stronger. Kimberly had noted how easily Deedee
threw back Ron's mock attacks when they were wrestling in
the playpen. She had no doubt Deedee could hold her own
without having to worry about any disparities in strength.
Deedee was more than a match for Ron's strength at her
body's stage of development. Ron would have to work hard to
have any chance of pinning her in a wrestling match. She finished her sandwich and set the
jars out on the kitchen table so they'd be ready when she
brought the kids in for dinner. Then she turned on the
burner underneath the pot of water she had used to heat the
kid's bottles for lunch. Kimberly went to the refrigerator
and took out two bottles of formula as well as a pair of
pudding containers. She noted that there were only two
bottles of formula left in the refrigerator as she closed
the door. Kimberly nodded to herself and thought as she put
the bottles into the pot, "That should be enough formula to
hold them until they change back into adults. I'll change
their diapers when they finish their bottles. They'll have
pooped in their diapers by then and they'll be ready to get
cleaned up. Twenty minutes before they're supposed to begin
their transformation back into adults, I'll take them out of
their diapers and let them crawl on the floor naked. That
way they won't have anything on when they start to get
bigger. I wouldn't want them to get bruises from their
diapers when their bodies start growing. If the tabs Don't
release quickly enough, they might get some nasty bruises
around their legs and waists. They'll be fine on the carpet
in front of the TV where I can watch them. I'll only be
twenty minutes. They shouldn't make any messes on the carpet
in that short a time." Kimberly went into the nursery and bent
over the side of the crib quietly. She wanted to get Deedee
out of the crib without waking Ron if possible. Both of them
were sound asleep. They looked adorable; Ron had wrapped his
arm protectively around Deedee's torso and was snoring to
beat the band. Deedee's thumb had snuck up to her lips in
her sleep and inserted itself into her mouth. Kimberly
watched silently as Deedee's cheeks pulled in a few times
and stopped momentarily. Then the action repeated itself as
her cheeks pulled in again. Kimberly smiled to herself as
she stood over her older sister. Deedee was unconsciously
suckling her thumb in her sleep. Ron hardly moved when
Kimberly carefully moved his arm aside so she could lift
Deedee from the mattress. Deedee uttered a single tiny
whimper as her thumb was pulled from her mouth. Kimberly
shushed her quietly and held her while she checked her
diaper rapidly. Kimberly slipped three fingers of her hand
down into the front of the diaper to see if it was wet. The
diaper felt a little damp, but Kimberly thought that the
diaper was dry enough to hold until after Deedee's
breakfast. She settled Deedee on her right hip before she
carried her into the kitchen. When they arrived, Kimberly
stopped in front of the high chair and removed the tray
temporarily so she could place Deedee's bottom into the
chair. Deedee barely moved as Kimberly took the limp safety
strap and brought it up between her legs and snapped the
belt behind her. Then Kimberly snapped the feeding bib
around Deedee's neck before she opened the jar of mixed
vegetables and chicken that she had set out earlier for
Deedee's dinner. Kimberly ladled out the chicken dinner and
said as the heaping spoonful neared Deedee's mouth, "Open
wide, Dee! Open the hanger so the airplane can come in for a
landing!" Deedee opened her mouth dutifully as
Kimberly placed the spoon in her mouth accompanied by the
sound effect of a plane landing.
"BrrrrrrrrÖ.putt-putt-puttÖrrrrrrmmm!", Kimberly
sounded as Deedee closed her mouth around the spoon, "Keep
the hanger doors closed, Baby! You Don't want the plane to
get out!" Deedee kept her mouth closed as Kimberly
pulled the spoon from between their lips and refilled it
from the jar. Kimberly took another spoonful and brought it
close to Deedee's mouth to wait until she swallowed the
first mouthful. Deedee downed the pasty mixture and opened
her mouth for a second spoonful. Kimberly dumped the second
helping into her mouth and readied the third as she downed
the second. Deedee was pleased by the meal, her infantized
taste buds perceived the food differently than they would
have had she been an adult. She could easily differentiate
the aroma of the dish into the separate vegetables that made
up the mixture with her heighten senses. Even the small
amount of chicken used to make the jar of baby food stood
out clearly to her rejuvenated sensorium. Her adult tastes
would have made her turn up her nose at the purÈed
combination before her transformation. As an infant however,
she enjoyed the concoction immensely. She grinned between
helpings and opened her mouth avidly every time Kimberly got
near her lips with another spoonful. Within minutes, the jar
was empty and she was waiting expectantly for her dessert.
Kimberly put the empty jar aside and took
the container of chocolate pudding from the table where
Deedee had been eyeing it. Kimberly removed the foil top and
laid it on the table, then began spooning the rich brown
crËme into hear sister's mouth. Deedee was ecstatic,
the renewed sensitivity of her smell and taste made the
chocolate pudding seem to explode in her mouth. When the
second spoonful was placed in her mouth, Deedee felt a
thrill of pure pleasure pervade her body. She closed her
eyes and quivered in enjoyment when Kimberly gave her the
third spoonful. Waves of pleasure rolled through her body as
Deedee mushed the pudding against the insides of her cheeks
and inhaled its intoxicating aroma. Her eyes glazed over in
an infant version of sensual orgasm when Kimberly spooned in
another helping before she swallowed the one she still held
in her mouth. Deedee universe became a timeless series of
mini-chocolate explosions as Kimberly continued to feed her
pudding until the container was emptied. When Kimberly
finally stopped, Deedee heaved a sigh of repletion. The
chocolate pudding had been the best that she had ever eaten.
She had never dreamed that chocolate could taste that good.
Just the memory of the experience was enough to rekindle a
ghost of the orgasm she had had and make her quiver in
pleasure. "Lord!", she thought to herself, "That pudding
could be addicting! I've got to do that again and soon! I
wonder if Ron would mind if I rejuvenated again tomorrow so
he could feed me some chocolate pudding. I wouldn't have to
be a baby for long, just an hour or two. This stuff is too
good to pass up. I'll talk to him tomorrow morning and see
how he feels about it. He might be a little miffed by having
to be a baby himself the day before, but he shouldn't object
to letting me be one again for a couple of hours. I'll
explain about the pudding to him and see what he says. Who
knows? Maybe the pudding will affect him the same way when
he has his dinner." Ron wasn't quite as enthusiastic about
dessert as Deedee had been. He had enjoyed it immensely, but
he didn't have overweening fondness for chocolate that
Deedee had. Still, when the first rush of chocolate hit him
as Kimberly fed him the initial spoonful, he chortled in
unexpected delight as the intense aroma of chocolate filled
his mouth. By the time Kimberly had finished feeding him his
desert, his face was a brown smeared mess. He had found it
impossible to keep still under the assault from the
sense-staggering chocolate taste and had wriggled in
pleasure as thrills of delight raced up and down his spine.
Kimberly cleaned him up and took him to the living room to
join Deedee while she nursed at her after dinner bottle. She
sat him down in the playpen beside a recumbent Deedee who
was lazing on her back while sucking contentedly on the warm
formula. Her diaper was already soaked and getting wetter
with every passing moment. Deedee moved her knees together
idly while she suckled, enjoying the warm, squishy feeling
the diaper gave her crotch when she compressed its sodden
mass between her thighs. Ron sat on his diapered bottom in the
playpen and nursed at his bottle more delicately, watching
the indolent movements of his infantized wife as she downed
the contents of her bottle. He barely noticed when his
bladder began relieving the mounting pressure and urine
started streaming from his tiny penis into the absorbent
folds of his diaper. Soon he was as soaked as Deedee was.
Kimberly noticed their wet diapers from her position on the
couch. She could hardly miss the drooping sag in the front
of Ron's diaper and the deep clay-like wrinkles that
remained on Deedee's diaper when she put her legs together.
Deedee's diaper had lost its springiness under the influence
of the fluid it had absorbed. Deep folds had formed down the
front of the diaper on either side of the leg openings.
Kimberly glanced at Deedee's face for the signs of what she
knew would come next. When Deedee's face reddened as she
began her involuntary push on the mass in her rectum, that
would be the signal that she had begun to empty her bowels
and poop in her diaper. A few minutes later it came.
Deedee's eyes grew wide and her face blushed in mild
exertion as she held her breath and expelled the contents of
her bowels into the waiting folds of her diaper. Deedee
sighed serenely and turned her head to smile at Ron. She
knew that soon, he too would be messing in his diaper. He
grinned back at her as the first rumblings of his gut
signaled him that it was time to poop. He gave into the urge
with abandon and began placidly filling the back of his
diaper while Kimberly looked on. Kimberly smiled in approval
at her charges as the reek meandered its way across the room
towards her. The stench from their diapers hadn't hit her
yet, but from the expressions on the baby faces in front of
her there could be no doubt as to what they had just Done.
Kimberly let them sit in their mess for a few minutes while
they finished messing in their diapers. She was in no hurry
to change them. If she got them into clean diapers too
quickly, she would just have another set of diapers to
change when they pooped again. They seemed to be unaffected
by their dirty diapers at that moment, so it made good sense
to let them completely empty themselves before she took them
into the nursery to clean them up. When they were Done with
their bottles, Kimberly got up from the couch and went over
to the playpen. She bent down over the rail of the playpen
and said in a cooing, melodious sing-song, "And which one of
my little babies wants their diapers changed first? You sure
are stinky little babies! Is anyone unhappy? No? Then Aunt
Kimberly will have to pick one of you at random." She extended her index finger and pointed
at Kimberly, saying, "Let's see, ennie, meenie, mienie, moe,
catch a baby by his toe, if he hollers, let him go, ennie,
meenie, mienie, moe!" She smiled down at Ron affectionately as
she said, "I guess you're first, Ron-Ron! Come on, baby.
Let's get you cleaned up." She turned back to Deedee and said to
her, "You'll be okay while I get Ron-Ron's dirty dydee
changed, won't you, Dee? No, dirty dydees Don't bother my
baby sister, do they?" Deedee cooed contentedly back at Kimberly
in answer while she lifted Ron from the playpen and hoisted
him over the side. Kimberly held him close to her chest with
his weight supported in the palm of her hand as she carried
him back to the nursery for his final diaper change of the
day. Ron was spared the embarrassment of looking her in the
eye as she walked down the hall. His head was next to hers
looking over her shoulder back at Deedee in her playpen. He
could feel the poop spreading out over his bottom as his
diaper pushed against the hand that kept him supported
against her. The idea of having his bottom smeared with a
coating of filth repulsed him, but somehow it was less
distressing than it could have been. Ron accepted his loss
of bowel control philosophically, knowing that soon he'd be
back to normal. Just before they reached the nursery,
Ron's bowel fired its final shot before he was freed from
the confines of his diaper. He loosed a long, sonorous fart
that reverberated against Kimberly's hand. Ron blushed hotly
in embarrassment as he felt a stream of pee rush from his
penis into the diaper. Ron's heart sank, Kimberly was sure
to feel the diaper grow hot on her hand as the flood of pee
crept back between his legs and began crawling up the rear
of his diaper. He wanted to apologize to her, but his
inability to talk stymied him. He had never felt so helpless
and embarrassed in his whole life! What would she say to
him? Not only had he peed, but he had managed to do it in
his sister-in-law's hand! It made him want to cry. If he
hadn't been wearing a diaper, he'd have soaked the front of
her blouse. Ron's head sank in shame as Kimberly walked the
final yards to the nursery and he sighed in acceptance of
his humiliation. There was nothing he could do about it now.
All he could do was behave himself and let her remove the
soiled diaper without any interference from him. He hoped
she would understand and not say anything about the incident
when he returned to normal. It wouldn't have been so bad if
it had been Dee who had been carrying him. A wife could be
reasonably expected to care for her incontinent husband. But
peeing while his wife's younger sister was holding him made
him feel like an baby in dire need of a mommy. He felt like
she should be insulted by his behavior. If she wasn't
insulted, he almost felt like that would make it worse. It
would mean that she didn't expect any better behavior from
him. It would be a validation of his babyhood. The idea of
being thought of as a baby by Kimberly made him feel so
alone. He wished that Dee was taking care of him instead of
Kimberly. A shiver of anticipatory pleasure ran down his
small spine when he thought of Deedee changing his diaper.
"Oh my God!", he thought to himself, "I'm beginning to enjoy
this! It's not the diaper change that bothers me. It's
having Kimberly do it! My emotions are starting to regress!
My subconscious wants Dee to be my mommy! Much more of this
and I'll start thinking like an infant!" The thought of loosing his ability to
think depressed him and he laid his head against Kimberly's
neck in search of human contact and comfort. Kimberly laid
him on the changing table and cleaned him up quickly, making
sure that she removed every trace of the filth that had
oozed between his legs and made a thorough mess of his inner
thighs. Instead of rediapering him, she left him as he was
and picked him up to take him back to the living room in the
altogether. Ron became acutely embarrassed when he realized
that his bare bottom was being held by Kimberly's hand. The
warmth of her palm reflected the heat from his bottom back
at him, making him feel like somehow he had been
involuntarily drawn into an illicit act. Only the sensation
of having his bottom completely cupped in her hand reminded
him that what he was feeling wasn't a prelude to sex, but
the natural sensations of closeness a naked baby feels when
he is carried by his mother. The tiny erection that had been
growing next to Kimberly's blouse wilted with the
realization of his infant status and he appeared normal as
she lowered him into the playpen to wait while she took
Deedee to the nursery for her diaper change. Deedee thoroughly enjoyed the ride back
to the nursery. She had never felt closer to her sister in
her entire life. She felt completely serene and comfortable
in her sister's presence as she removed the poop from her
behind. Deedee giggled and chortled as Kimberly carefully
wiped Deedee's genitals. When she had finished, Kimberly
picked Deedee's small body up from the changing table and
carried her back to the nursery. Deedee's reaction to being
held naked in her sister's arms was entirely different from
Ron's experience. Deedee didn't find the sensations
exciting, instead, she made her feel secure and loved.
Deedee snuggled down against her sister's chest and lay her
head against Kimberly's head affectionately. As far as she
was concerned, her feelings of being cared for could go on
forever. Deedee knew that she would feel a twinge of regret
when she returned to normal. Her experience of being a baby
again had been such a pleasant vacation from her
responsibilities. It felt so good to let someone she trusted
utterly take care of everything for her. It proved that she
was loved for herself and not for what she did for her
family. As a baby the only thing she could offer her family
in return for their care was her unconditional love. Deedee
closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of being pampered
by her sister. When Kimberly lowered her to sit on the mat
of the playpen, she opened her eyes to watch her sister's
retreating form and sighed in contentment. Ron watched Deedee being put in the
playpen and stared at Dee's nude body. Her breasts had
melted into her body when she was transformed and she looked
as flat-chested as a little boy. With her diaper on, he
hadn't thought about how her genitals must look after she
had been transformed. She sat innocently with her legs
spread exposing them to the full view of Ron. Her genitalia
were a mere promise of what they would become when they
matured. With a sudden insight as to what he must look like,
the thought occurred to Ron, "If her breasts look like that,
what do I look like? Do I look as infantile as Dee?" Ron glanced down between his legs and was
horrified to see how fat he had gotten. He pulled his tummy
back with his hands and was shocked at the sight of his
penis. It was only an inch long and his scrotum had shrunk
until it was a tiny bag that lay tightly against his crotch.
He couldn't even see his balls. He put his hand down to feel
his testicles and discovered that they were so small he
could barely feel them beneath their protective covering of
skin. Finally he managed to trap one in a fold of his
scrotum and was able to measure it with his fingertips. His
balls were the size of peanuts. He craned his neck to look
over his protruding stomach, but the large fold of baby fat
around his waist obscured his view. He let go of his tummy
and began to feel his testicles with both hands. His eyes
took on a befuddled look as he fingered the skin of his
scrotum to try to determine how far the transformation had
gone. All he could feel beneath his fingertips was a
shriveled sac. His eyes chanced to light on the toes of his
feet and he noticed how short and chubby they were for the
first time. Deedee pulled her eyes away from Kimberly
and turned her attention to Ron. He was sitting on the mat
in front of her, looking every inch a baby. Drool ran down
his chin and he sat stupidly looking at his tiny penis
between his legs. "That odd expression on his face must mean
he's finally seen what happened to his penis when he was
turned into a baby. Poor little Ronny! He looks so confused.
He looks like he's lost his best friend!" Deedee looked at the object of Ron's
attention and thought with an amused snigger, "It's really
tiny! No wonder he looks so concerned. His penis has changed
from a full grown man's to being a baby's little wee-wee!"
She crawled over to were he sat and was
just about to poke him in the side to take his mind off of
his troubles when she felt herself being lifted out of the
playpen. Kimberly sat her down on the carpet and then
straightened up. She stepped around to the other side of the
playpen to be behind Ron and reached down into the playpen
to grab him under his armpits. Ron was hoisted out of the
playpen and swung over the mesh side to be lowered to the
carpet to join Deedee. Deedee was already making the most
of her new found freedom. She crawled rapidly over to one
side of the room and then turned around to explore the room
from an infant's perspective. Ron watched her move with a
grave expression on his face as if he could not quite make
out what she was up to. His attention wavered as he caught a
glimpse of his right hand. Curious, he brought his hand up
to his face and studied the pudgy fingers that wriggled of
their own accord in front of his eyes. He brought the back
of his hand closer to his face so he could examine the
delicate nail of his forefinger. The tip of his thumb
touched his lips and in a flash, his mouth pulled in his
thumb and began sucking it. Deedee squealed joyously at the
sight of Ron sucking his thumb and diverted him from the
examination of his hand. He looked over a Deedee to see what
she was making her squeal so happily. As he watched Deedee
charging towards him on her hands and knees, his fingers
curled up in a fist allowing his thumb to be drawn further
into his mouth. Kimberly sat on the couch watching the
adorably naked babies in front of her and remembered the
35mm camera that sat on top of the table at the side of the
couch. Quickly, she snatched up the camera to capture the
moment on film. She snapped several shots in quick
succession, blinding her charges with the automatic flash as
the high speed autowinder advanced the film automatically
and prepared for the next shot. Just as the second shot
popped the flash, the spell wore off. Instantly, Deedee and
Ron bodies started returning to normal. In seconds, their
bodies grew and matured to their adult state. Kimberly's
finger wasn't quick enough to lift from the shutter trip
button and the entire process was captured on film. As
Kimberly watched through the viewfinder, she saw the
adorable thumb-sucking baby boy she had been photographing
turn into her brother-in-law sitting naked on the floor and
sucking his thumb like an infant. Kimberly dropped the
camera to her lap and said to her relatives, "Welcome back!
Did you enjoy yourselves?" Deedee blinked to get the spots out of
her eyes and started giggling at the sight of her full grown
husband sucking his thumb. Ron looked at the two of them
stupidly as if nothing had happened. The flash had drawn his
attention when Kimberly had snapped the first picture and he
had been looking directly at the camera as she snapped the
rest of the shots. Ron's vision was obscured by the large
purple spot that danced in front of his eyes and was fading
rapidly to red. Deedee fell to the carpet as she struggled
to stifle the howls of laughter that threatened to erupt
from her mouth. Kimberly smiled at her brother-in-law and
said gently, "You can stop sucking your thumb now, Ron. It's
all over! You're an adult again." Ron hastily removed his thumb from his
mouth as Kimberly got up from the couch with their robes in
her hand. She tossed one on Deedee's convulsing form and
handed the other to Ron, who snatched it from her hand to
cover his nakedness. Ron dressed in the robe quickly and
gathered his dignity as he stood up from his seat on the
floor to go over to the easy chair. After a moment, Deedee's
silent laughter quelled and she was able to sit up to dress
herself in her robe. Deedee turned to her sister and said
politely, "Thanks, Kimberly. That was fun! We'll have to do
that again!" Deedee turned to Ron and said with some
concern in her voice, "Ron? Honey? How are you
feeling?" "Okay, I guess," he answered somewhat
gruffly. "Did you enjoy yourself?", Deedee asked
sweetly, "I know you didn't exactly ask to be turned into a
baby, but I'm curious to find out if you want to do it
again. I'm sure Kimberly would be willing to babysit." She
lowered her head to cover the grin that appeared on her face
as she continued, "Unless of course, you would rather have
me be your mommy for a day." A strange look of introspection came
across Ron's face as he replied, "I Don't know. I'll have to
think about it. I'll have to think about it for a long,
long time." The women laughed at the dubious note in
his voice and Kimberly said, "If you two Don't mind, I have
to be getting home. Don't forget to get the film developed.
I want to see the pictures." "Oh my God!", Ron exclaimed, "The
pictures! She took pictures of us as babies!" "As adults too!", Deedee grinned, "I
think you need to be careful who you get to develop them.
There might be some people who might think the pictures are
some form of child pornography." "Hmm," Ron said, "You're right. I think I
know someone who might develop them without looking at the
negatives too closely. I'll tell him they're private
pictures of my wife and stand next to him while he
works." "Don't forget that the last picture is of
you as an adult with your thumb in your mouth," Kimberly
reminded him. "Oops!", Ron said, blushing slightly at
the memory, "I guess I'll have to come up with something
more creative. Unless you're willing to forget Kimberly ever
took those picturesÖ" "Ron!", Deedee exclaimed, "Don't you
dare! I want to see those pictures! You looked adorable as a
baby and I want the photos for our album." Kimberly chuckled and said, "She's got
you trapped, Ron. Give up and surrender gracefully. You know
you can't win. I know my sister. If you try to destroy those
pictures, she'll never forgive you. I have faith in you.
You'll come up with a way to get them developed." Ron was chagrinned at the thought of
having pictures of him sucking his thumb haunting him the
rest of his life. One way or the other, he was going to
lose. What if he destroyed them and Deedee decided to get
another set by regressing him against his will? He looked at
her expression and decided that she might do just that if he
crossed her. It wasn't that he objected so much to her being
his mother for a day, but the thought of what she would say
when the spell wore off gave him the willies. She'd kid him
about his infantile behavior for weeks. It was better to go
along with her desires and find a way to get the pictures
developed. He nodded and said, "It will take a week or two,
but I think I know a way." Deedee got up from the floor and hugged
her husband, saying, "Oh Ron! You're so good to me!" Ron took her in his arms as Kimberly
waved goodbye and saw herself out the door. He planted a
long loving kiss on her mouth and said, "Let's go to bed,
Dee." "But I'm not sleepy!", she protested, "We
had that long nap, remember?" "I wasn't thinking about sleeping, Dee,"
he replied. "Oh," she said with a surprised look on
her face, "I thoughtÖ." "Come on, Dee. Let's go to bed" he said,
breaking his embrace and taking her by the hand to lead her
to the bedroom. He paused for a moment to pick up the lamp
in his free hand as they passed by, then continued on with
Deedee hugged close to his side. She looked up in her husband's eyes and
said as they walked towards the master bedroom, "You sure
looked like you were enjoying yourself when you were sucking
your thumb. Do you think you might still have some of your
fondness for sucking left? I think I have something more
appropriate for your age to suck." "Oh Really?", he asked, "And what might
that be?"
Deedee looked demurely down at her
breasts and Ron laughed as he put his arm around her
shoulders and pulled her close to him, "I think I could
manage that!" Deedee grinned and said, "Mommy has some
other things she'd like to show her baby boy too!" Ron chuckled and thought of how glad he
was that they had taken a nap after lunch. It was going to
be a long night. He opened the bedroom door for Deedee as
she said, "You really were an adorable baby. I want to
babysit you sometime. Wouldn't you like to see how it feels
to suck mommy's titties?" "I think I'm just about to find out,
Dee," Ron said with a smile as he shelved the lamp on the
dresser without looking. Deedee smiled in return as she slid the
robes off of her shoulders and oozed her way into his arms
to kiss him. She was already planning their next vacation
from adulthood. Ron wouldn't be hard to convince. She could
visualize a vista of diapers and baby bottles waiting for
them in their future. In the end, Ron had been right. It was a
long, long night that preceded the next baby day. Even
though the world outside their bedroom was cloaked in
darkness, both Ron and Dee were caressed by a gentle
radiance that warmed and comforted. Their night was lit by
the soft glow of the lamp of love. Fin
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