An Assignation at Louders – Chapter Five
When Ron reached for another piece of chicken, he was surprised to see that his rolled up cuffs reached almost up to his wrists again. He quickly rolled them back again as one of his shoes became so loose that it fell to the restaurant floor with a thud. For some reason he found the experience extremely amusing and he laughed out loud as he felt an intense tickling sensation at his groin. His reaction to the weird sensations he was having produced a sharp look from his wife. Ron stopped laughing immediately. For some reason, his wife’s reproving glares had always reminded him of the way his mother had treated him when he was a small child. He would have never married her if it wasn’t for the money her parents had left her when they died while she was going to college. The money he had married had allowed him to take a sales job which forced him to be out of office most of the day. They didn’t need the small paycheck he brought in every two weeks. The job was really an excuse to get away from his wife and visit his mistress of the month.
As the sensation in his groin diminished, Ron felt a delightful lightheadedness come over his consciousness as a prickling feeling came over the back of his head. He picked up one of the crayons and slid paper to the edge of the table to doodle while he thought about the session he had had with his mistress an hour earlier. The girl had the most fantastic boobs he had ever seen on a woman! If Laura had boobs like hers, he’d have never felt the need to keep a mistress on the side. Laura was a good lay, but her flat chest reminded him of a teenaged boy. Laura had tried to please him by wearing padded, lacy bras, but when they made love, the reality of her flat chest turned him off. Of all the parts of sex he enjoyed with his mistresses, he liked fondling and sucking on their boobs the most. As he idly colored the page the restaurant had provided, he forgot all about dinner.
Laura smiled at Ron’s behavior, knowing that the “special” meal she had ordered for him was beginning to affect his mind. In a few minutes, he’d be absolutely helpless. When that moment came, she’d open up the blue nylon bag under the table and use its contents to finish him off. Just the thought of doing it to him made her grin in anticipation. She’d open the bag and with a few deft movements, “Bang!”, it would all be over. She’d no longer have a husband who stepped out on her and refused to let her adopt a baby to love and coddle. Laura’s grin became broader as she considered her husband’s fate and how much she was going to enjoy being a mother.
Ron was so engrossed in his coloring that he never noticed the expression of anticipatory triumph on Laura’s face. After few minutes, he picked up the second crayon and began to add additional color to the page. He noticed with some frustration that for some odd reason, he was having trouble staying within the lines. He threw down the crayon and picked up the third crayon, believing that his sudden lack of artistic ability was an inherent fault of the crayon. After a moment he realized he was neither drawing nor doodling, instead he was scribbling with the crayon in his fist like a small child. He threw the crayon down in disgust and went back to eating his dinner as the strange sensation intensified and cocooned his body like a babe’s fleecy flannelette blanket.
Ron reached for another piece of chicken and noticed that his chair seemed to have gotten smaller. The table came up to his chest and he could barely touch his plate that sat just six inches away from the edge of the table. The tickling, tingling feeling that ran thrills up his spine gave way to an inner scintillating sensation that started deep within his bowels and seemed to radiate out to his fingers and toes. He felt so good that it was difficult to remember to eat. Laura wiped her lips with her napkin and laid it beside her plate of pearly clean oyster shells before she reached over the table and helpfully pushed his plate to the edge so he could continue to eat. He took another piece and began chewing it as his other shoe fell off his remaining foot unnoticed. Ron looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time as his mind began to wander. Everything Ron saw was surrounded by shifting multihued aura that danced and whirled in the most fascinating patterns. When he looked down and saw that his dress shirt was draped around his legs like a sleeping gown, he smiled at the odd transformation of his clothes. The tiny rational part of his mind that remained gibbered in fear, but the rest of him felt too good to worry about small matters like the state of his clothes. He had never worried about his clothes before in his life, so why should he start then? When he moved his bottom to make himself more comfortable on the cushion which had suddenly become huge, his change and wallet-weighted pants pulled themselves from beneath him to slide down his legs soundlessly and land on his shoes. His briefs lay pooled about the middle of his thighs as if they were ten sizes too big. Ron stopped eating and stared down at his underwear in wondering disbelief at his sudden near-naked state. His confusion was interrupted with a curt command from his wife, saying, “Finish your dinner, Ronnie!”
His mental confusion made her order impossible to resist, although he was a trifle vexed that she had used the name his mother called him when he was a small child. “Why did she call me Ronnie? I’m not a little boy,” Ron puzzled as he picked up the next to the last piece of chicken and ate it.
Laura looked at her “soon to be” ex-husband with a smile on her face. His chubby fingers and face told her he had regressed to about three and a half years old. Once he finished his chicken, he’d be ready for his milk. She moved her chair around to his side of the table and began to cut up the final piece of chicken into small pieces while he chewed and watched her with wide, innocent eyes. When he swallowed, she turned his chair towards her. Laura took his napkin from his lap and tucked it loosely in the neck of his shirt to act as a bib, then ladled up a bit a chicken in his dessert spoon. Ronnie looked around the room with a perplexed expression as she put her hand underneath his chin and began to spoon-feed him. Ronnie was so disoriented by his regression that he made no objection to being fed like an infant. He couldn’t understand why his clothes had fallen off and how the table had grown. All he knew was how the pleasant tingly feeling that had enveloped his entire body a few minutes before seemed to center itself around his lips and cheeks. Laura’s hand held his entire chin as if she had suddenly become a giant. She loomed so large over him that he felt small and helpless by comparison. He was comforted when he saw that her face seemed to be lit from within by some pure light of its own. She looked as if her head had been framed by luminescent crown of the Holy Madonna on a painting created by an Italian Renaissance artist . He couldn’t remember Laura looking so radiant. From his experience, only brides, pregnant women and new mothers had that look.
“Come on, Ronnie! Open your mouth like a good boy!”, Laura said in a maternal tone as she brought the spoon close to his mouth, “Here comes the Choo-Choo! Open up the Roundhouse doors!” He opened his mouth almost absent-mindedly as Laura said, “Chugga-chugga, woo-woo!” as she fed him one spoonful after another. His mouth seemed so incredibly sensitive! He savored the taste of the tiny pieces of chicken as he rolled them around his mouth before he swallowed them. Ronnie could taste the chicken not only with his tongue, but with the insides of his cheeks as well. He couldn’t remember when the simple act of eating felt so glorious! The tingling in his mouth increased with every minute until he wanted to moan in an ecstasy of sensual rapture. Within minutes, he had finished the last shred of chicken as he continued to shrink down to the size of a eighteen-month-old baby.
Seeing that Laura’s husband had completed the solid portion of his meal, their waiter informed Maurice, who returned and quietly placed one of the wooden high chairs in front of Laura’s chair. Laura tenderly lifted Ronnie from the chair and laid him on the carpet beside the table. She pulled his tent-like dress shirt over his head and drew the diaper bag she had secreted under the table close to her. In a few minutes, she had lifted his legs and placed a thick, disposable nighttime diaper beneath his bottom. Laura took a small container of baby powder from the diaper bag to dust his pubes and bottom thoroughly before rubbing it into his soft, hairless baby skin. He wriggled in delight at Laura’s tender ministrations. Ronnie watched with wide puzzled eyes as she pulled the front of the diaper up between his legs before she fastened the tapes so his diaper fit snuggly around his tiny chubby waist. She closed the container of baby powder and placed it back in the diaper bag while Ronnie made small aimless movements with his arms and legs, stopping every few moments to gaze at his hands in obvious bewilderment. Laura withdrew a white cotton lap-shouldered T-shirt from the bag and slipped it over his head, working his hands through the sleeves before she pulled the bottom hem down even with his diaper. Then she hoisted him aloft and sat him in the high chair. Maurice grinned and dipped into the right outside pocket of his jacket to remove the white terrycloth feeding bib with green trim he had placed in his pocket some hours earlier. He stood behind the high chair and removed the napkin from Ronnie’s shirt before he ceremoniously snapped the bib around the baby’s neck. Laura smiled broadly when she saw the silk-screened legend on the bib in a childish script; “When I’m hungry, I scream Louder and Louder for Louder’s!”.
When he was finished, he snapped his fingers loudly, causing Laura’s waiter to rush over with a small capped four ounce baby bottle that was half-filled with the Chef’s special baby formula and place it on the table in front of the high chair. Maurice silently pointed with a single finger to the crayons and empty chicken plate, causing Laura’s waiter to gather up the silverware, dish and crayons and place them on the serving tray on the folding table.
Laura looked questioningly at the baby bottle on the table and asked, “Could you answer a question for me, please? Why did you bring him formula? I didn’t order it. I thought the dinner alone was enough to make him a baby again. Besides, I had other plans when I said he’d drink milk this afternoon.”
The End of An Assignation at Louders – Chapter Five.
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