An Assignation at Louders – Chapter Seven
The small portion of Ron’s mind that had been unaffected by the transformation wanted to scream in horror at what Laura had planned for him, but the transformation had been too thorough. His baby fingers kneaded Laura’s teat as his mouth desperately suckled from her pap, swallowing after each tiny jet filled his mouth with the rich flavor of human milk. Hating himself and his lack of ability to control his need to suckle, he continued to rhythmically press her engorged nipple against his hard palette with his tongue while his cheeks created a vacuum to pull the milk from her breast. Even though the adult portion of his mind was repelled by the act of nursing, it still took pleasure from the presence of the huge nipple which filled his mouth.
Instinctively, Ron knew that Laura was right about his near future. In the condition he was in, it wouldn’t take long for him to regress emotionally into infancy. She had made him absolutely dependent on her for everything. The adult portion of his mind knew with almost certainty that if he tried to speak in his present condition, nothing would come out but a baby’s meaningless babble. Not only had she reduced him to the status of an infant, but she had effectively isolated him from the adult world by taking away his powers of communication. The only cries for help he could make would be an infant’s wail for attention. Once his vocabulary was reduced to that of a toddler, then his thinking would be little better than an infant. If she was right, and he had no reason to doubt her claims, his mental abilities would be reduced to those of a two year old. His education would be wiped away, leaving a tabla rosa which would remain forever pristine. The memories of his adult life would be useless to him without a linguistic map to assign meaning to the events of his life. His memories would have the same meaning for him that a toddler would have as he witnessed adults making decisions and managing their lives in his midst, i.e., none. With growing horror, he realized that once his psyche was reduced to thinking like a toddler, he’d be perfectly happy playing with baby toys.
Ron knew that he was beaten. There wasn’t any way to call his lawyer to sue Laura for divorce or anything else. The worst part was that the adult part of his mind actually enjoyed nursing and having his diapered bottom patted patronizingly by his wife/Mother. When she had rubbed the baby powder into the skin of his crotch, it had felt so good he could hardly stand it. If his genitals had been more mature, he’d have ejaculated on the spot. Ron could well imagine his reaction to being bathed daily by Laura; he knew that the physical sensations of being scrubbed into absolute cleanliness, followed by a massage with baby oil before he was powdered and diapered would be so pleasurable that he’d giggle with delight throughout the entire procedure. The very thought of being babied and coddled in such a fashion made him want to cringe in abject revulsion.
When they got to the car, Laura planned to strip any personal belongings out of his clothes and wallet that might be used to link his clothes to him. She intended to make a small detour and drop off the bag of clothes and shoes at Goodwill’s parking lot supermarket depository on the way home. Once they were home, she would use her heavy shears to cut up his wallet credit cards and driver’s license into small pieces and throw them in the trash for pickup the next day. The private investigator had been paid and called off the case a week before, so her husband’s movements weren’t being watched. Laura had told the investigator that she intended to confront her husband with the evidence of his misdeeds and intended to divorce him if he didn’t stop stepping out on her.
Laura had given Dinah the spare set of keys to her husband’s expensive car which Dinah would drive from Louder’s parking lot and leave in an unsavory part of town with the keys left in the ignition. Laura would follow her and pick her up to drive her home afterwards. Dinah had agreed to help Laura with the tacit understanding that Laura would sign a four year contract to enroll her “baby” in Dinah’s Daycare. When that period elapsed, he’d be enrolled again and again as each contract came to its termination date. The car would be stolen within hours and vanish to some unknown “chop shop” where its pieces would be used to repair other cars. Laura had instructed Dinah to dress up as if she was going out to dinner to give her an excuse to wear gloves. The only fingerprints on the car would be her ex-husband’s and the thief who would unknowingly assist them with their plans.
After twenty-four hours had elapsed, Laura would call the police and report that her husband was missing. Before that, of course, she would make a frantic sounding call to his company asking if he had been sent out on a business trip and had forgotten to tell her. A day or so later, she would call the police and tell them that the household safe had been riffled. She would ask the private investigator to begin a search for her husband after telling him that he had mysteriously vanished and the household safe had been robbed. The private investigator would tip the police that the thief was probably the husband and reveal that he had discovered that the fugitive had a known history of womanizing. The investigator would inform them that the man’s wife had told him that she intended to confront him with the evidence and threaten to divorce him if he didn’t mend his ways. The police would shake their collective heads at the unfaithfulness of some men and mark the case of the missing husband and the burgled house safe closed. Since he was the owner of the missing goods, no crime had been committed.
If the auto thief was inadvertently caught or the “chop shop” was raided, the police would think that either the car was deliberately abandoned by her husband as he fled with a probable female companion or that he and the cash had met a just end in the bad area of the city. Either way, they wouldn’t waste their time looking for the poor woman’s husband. They had more pressing crimes to solve rather than looking for a wayward husband. Her husband would disappear without a trace and no one would waste their time looking for him. “If what I’m doing is criminal, then I’ve just pulled off the perfect crime!”, Laura reflected, “No one will ever find out that my ‘adopted’ baby Ron-Ron is actually my husband Ronald. If they ask about the similarity in names, I’ll say that I named him after my husband. No one will think twice about that. It’s natural for a woman to hope that the man who abandoned her come home after his mid-life fling at freedom.”
After a few weeks, Laura would tell the private investigator to abandon his search for her husband and pay the investigator’s bill. Dinah had given Laura the name of the person who worked in the clerical section of a hospital in Texas who had provided a falsified birth certificate and private adoption records for three thousand dollars to the woman whose baby had been enrolled in her Daycare. Two thousand dollars more had induced the counterfeiter to produce medical records that indicated that the infant suffered from a rare disease which would keep the baby from maturing like a normal infant. The records indicated that the condition would caused the infant to have the mind and body of a nine month old baby for the rest of its life. Laura would tell her friends sorrowfully that he had riffled the family safe for all the cash they had on hand for emergencies and had taken their collection of gold coins after he had discovered that she had arranged for the adoption of a baby boy from a private adoption agency in Texas. She would tell them she wasn’t surprised at being abandoned by her faithless husband and reveal what the private investigator had turned up about his sexual activities. She would hold her baby tightly to her bosom as she would reveal that she had been struck by tragedy with her baby as well; her little baby suffered from an untreatable condition that would make him an infant forever!
Maurice arrived with the dinner check and placed the black leather folder with the bill on the table as he cleared the Laura’s dishes and baby bottle and placed them on the serving tray himself rather than have the waiter do it. “Was everything satisfactory, Madam? Did your husband enjoy the ‘child’s’ dinner you ordered for him?”, he intoned ritually as he placed the dishes on the tray for the busboy to remove.
Laura smiled up at the Maitre-de and said, “Everything was just perfect! Thank you so much!”
Maurice allowed himself the half-smile of a Maitre-de who’s patron is well-pleased with his efforts. Then he said a low, business-like tone, “The discount chicken plate that you ordered is on the bill for your supper. May I ask how Madam wishes to cover the special charge? I would like to remind Madam that she has been told that Louder’s does not accept personal checks.”
Laura flashed a stern glint at the man and asked sweetly, “Not even a Certified Cashier’s Check for the ‘special’ charges? I’d be happy to wait while you call the bank to verify it. I’d rather not put the entire amount on my credit card. Records, you know,” she said with a winning smile.
“Madam is the soul of discretion,” Maurice said with a tight smile of understanding, “I think that in this particular instance, Louder’s may waive the rule for a Certified Cashier’s Check.”
Ron-Ron eyes drooped from the effects of the alcohol in his mother’s milk. He smiled sleepily, needing to be winded. Laura noticed that he’d stopped feeding and slipped her hand under the blanket to put her breast back into her blouse and button it modestly. She lifted the blanket from Ron-Ron’s head and began gently patting his back as Maurice asked solicitously, “Would either of you like anything else, Madam? Perhaps some dessert for Madam?”
Ron-Ron belched loudly as the air he had swallowed escaped his stomach. Both adults smiled at the infant’s noise and the sleepy look on his face. Laura said as she put her platinum Master Card on the leather folder with the bill and slipped a Certified Cashier’s Check for ten thousand dollars along with a hundred dollar note between the covers of the folder, “I think that this dinner satisfied both of our needs completely, Thank you! Please ask our waiter to add a thirty percent gratuity to the bill for his services when he totals it.”
As Maurice picked up the folder with the bill and check, he smiled broadly and said, “I hope that Madam’s experience at Louder’s was everything she expected. We were pleased to have you and your baby as our guests this afternoon. The Chef has asked me to tell you that if you wish to come in again and have him prepare regular baby food for your little one, that the charge will be the same as the regular child’s plate.”
Ron heard the Maitre-de’s question and attempted to protest although Laura’s milk had made him so sleepy that he could barely think. He contested in an infant’s babble, “Aaaaga…magaaba…ga-ga..ma…da!”
Laura snorted derisively as she took a pacifier out of the diaper bag and popped it between the sleepy infant’s lips to silence him. although he was almost asleep, his instinctive need to suckle caused Ron-Ron to begin pulling the nipple of the pacifier to and fro as he drew it into his mouth rhythmically while he clenched his tiny fists in pleasure. Laura used a diaper pin to fasten the ribbon that had been knotted to the ring of the pacifier to Ron-Ron’s T-shirt as she said, “Thank you for the offer, but I’m afraid that this little baby isn’t ready to be weaned. Nor will he ever be! I’ll feed him a few tablespoons of puréed baby food at every meal, but his main source of food will be his mother’s milk. He’s going to be Mommy’s little titty baby forever!”
Maurice smiled and said, “As Madam wishes..” He was about to turn around when he added, “Still,…in a few years, Madam might think about asking the Chef for one of his dishes that he prepares for our younger clientele. We like to please everyone here and he has a special pizza for diners between the age of eighteen and twenty-five. He told me that he’d be pleased to make it to your exact needs for no extra charge.”
Laura smiled and said, “I’ll bear that in mind. Right now, however, there have been enough changes in our household. I’d like to let the dust settle before I make anymore changes at the present.”
“Madam is prudent,” Maurice intoned before taking his leave of the table.
When Maurice returned with the charge slip in the black leather folder he said solicitously, “One hopes that Madam’s male companion will be pleased with his new lot in life.”
Laura chuckled as she signed the credit slip. She said as put her card away in her purse, “I’m sure he’ll be extremely happy once he gets used to the idea. As I told you over the phone when I made the reservation, all he’d really mastered in life was sleeping, eating, soiling his undies and hitting up women for sex. The only reason Ron worked was to provide an excuse to get out of the house so he find women who were willing to let him suck on their big boobies. Since I’ll be nursing him a minimum of five times a day, he’ll have all the titty he needs. He won’t have to do anything but play with his toys, crawl at Mommy’s feet, nurse, make messes in his dydees and sleep. It’s the perfect job assignment for him. The only real change for him will be that he’ll be under my watchful eye every minute of the day when he’s not at the Daycare center. His toys will be less expensive, but I’ll make sure that there’s more of them so he won’t loose interest. If he makes a mess in his dydees, well…that’s what disposable diapers were made for. I’ll see that he’ll stays ‘squeaky’ clean and sweet smelling unlike his old, odoriferous adult self. He’ll be loved, pampered and adored like any infant. As for forcing him to crawl at my feet, well…that’s his punishment for being unfaithful. At least this way, I’ll know he isn’t running around on me! He’s not old enough to walk yet and never will be! From what you’ve told me about the regression process, he’ll lose his vocabulary over the next two days and will only be able to think like a toddler. Once that happens, he won’t even be able to think about rebelling against my authority. I don’t foresee any problems with him. He’ll be my contented baby forever!”
Maurice nodded and said in farewell as her courteously pulled back her chair for her, “Wisely is it written in the Holy Quran that ‘when Allah has determined a man’s doom, he causes his needs to draw him to the place where his fate will become known.’ My I extend to you the wishes of all of Louder’s staff that you and your baby find the happiness that you have been seeking, Madam.”
“Thank you, Maurice, I’m positive we will,” Laura answered as she put the strap off the diaper bag on the shoulder opposite the one where Ron-Ron rested. She patted him on his blanket wrapped and diaper covered bottom, inducing him to unconsciously utter the satisfied coo of a contented infant as she continued, “I know that I have what I’ve always wanted and after a fashion, so has Ron-Ron. He’ll always have a woman looking after his every need and won’t have a responsibility in the world. His little bottom and pubes will even be massaged after every diaper change with baby lotion or oil. Whenever he wants some titty, his Mommy will be there for him. No man ever had a job that was more suited to him.
While his transformation will require that he’ll have to sacrifice some of his mental abilities, their very absence will preclude his missing them. As for his feelings, he was an emotional infant anyway. I know that the number of pleasures he can experience will be fewer in number, but they’ll be much more intense now that he’s a baby. I’m sure that both he and I are going to have a ball in our new roles with me as his mother and him as my baby boy! I think the change will suit him well!”
Laura chuckled in anticipation of her ex-husband’s coming humiliation when she told Maurice, “I can’t wait to call my friend Dinah over to my house to see what he’s become. I’ll let him crawl around at our feet while we discuss the contract for his care at Dinah’s Daycare Center. Even with a two-year-old’s vocabulary he should be able to understand that Mommy is making arrangements for him to spend his days with other babies just like him! I know that forcing him to crawl around the floor of the Daycare and interact with babies his age will complete his final transformation back to complete babyhood. Within a month, he’ll be a baby in both mind and body!”
With that final statement, Laura stood, taking her pocketbook in her right hand and held it under Ron-Ron’s bottom as she made her way to the foyer with Maurice trailing behind. Maurice held open the inner door of the restaurant and watched as the Madonna and her reborn babe left the restaurant to begin their life together anew. Ron had heard her statement and buried his face in her the nape of her neck as she walked out the door. With a sudden shock, he knew that Laura would make the perfect candidate to be his Mommy. Ron-Ron whimpered as he realized that Laura was serious and would never let him grow up again. He would be her baby forever! He shivered in her arms in a paroxysm of utter horror at the culmination of her plan for him. He was so frightened that by the time that they reached the car, he had peed his diaper again, making him realize the futility of contesting his plight. As she securely strapped him into the baby seat which she took out of the trunk of the car, and mounted in the back seat, he realized that he was in truth, a baby again and needed a Mommy to care for him. With a sigh of surrender, Ron-Ron put his thumb in his mouth unconsciously and began sucking it as Laura started the car and began driving home.
“Yes, indeed, Madam, you are right,” Maurice whispered quietly to himself as he repaired to his station at the front of the restaurant, “Your husband was a merely a child pretending to be a man. He shall be happier as your babe. Elsewise I could never have made the reservation for you in good conscience. May the Blessings of Allah go with you both.”
Happy Hour’s earlybirds would be arriving soon and he was needed to sort them out to maintain order in his allotted portion of the Universe. It was difficult to insure that each of the restaurant’s patrons who visited Louder’s at “Happy Hour” was became happy or at minimum contented with their lot by dining at Louder’s. Mortals spent their energies so unwisely and worried about the most inconsequential things. The lot of a Genie who had been commanded to be the Maitre-de of Louder’s Café was not an easy one, but it was more interesting than spending five hundred to a thousand years cooped up in a tiny bottle or lamp. Studying humanity and the nature of the Universe for three thousand years had been interesting to be sure, but there was nothing like actual interaction with one’s subject to give one a feel for one’s scholarly pursuits.
When one is immortal, one must by need find a hobby, and Maurice had found his; humanity and the structure of the Universe. For him their study was a pleasant pastime that whiled away the centuries.
“There are worse things than being a Maitre-de, or for that matter, becoming the babe of an adoring mother,” Maurice reflected as he took up his station again.
The End of An Assignation at Louders – Chapter Seven.
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