Chains that Bind – Chapter Five
She said goodbye to Margaret and left with Lisa trailing behind. “Such lovely women,” Margaret thought to herself as she closed the door behind them. Margaret went back to the living room and stood over her former husband and baby to be. She shook her head and said, “So you’re a sexual blackmailer? I’d have never thought you had the courage. Oh well, that’s in the past. Are you thirsty? Would you like something to drink?”
John nodded his head vigorously and Margaret said, “That’s okay, Honey. If you want to talk it’s okay with me. In two days all you’ll be able to do is ma-ma if you’re lucky. I suspect that most of what you’ll be saying will be coos, gurgles, and baby babble. All I ask is that for the next two days you talk baby talk. That means a vocabulary of not more than twenty simple words and no complete sentences. The biggest combination I want you to make is two words, like ‘mommy bye-bye”. Is that understood? Good! Now you can take your binkie out of your mouth and tell me what you want. No words? Then you’ll have to make baby sounds. Go on! Mommy wants to hear you make baby sounds!”
John let the pacifier fall from his mouth and said sheepishly, “Goo, Goo, Ga Ga”
Margaret smiled at his first attempt at baby talk and said, “That’s mommy’s gooood baby! Okay, mommy will get you something to drink.”
She returned a few minutes later with a baby bottle and pressed it into John’s hand. He attempted to sit on his diaper and discovered that his bottom was too bruised to allow him to sit in comfort. He rocked from side to side trying to find some place on his behind that was comfortable, but his fanny was one enormous bruise. John looked up at Margaret helplessly, his eyes pleading for maternal understanding. She bent down and gripped him under the armpits and laid him on his back saying, “Try sucking on the bottle from that position, sweetiepie. This way your sore tush won’t hurt as much and you’ll also swallow less air.”
John put the nipple in his mouth and sucked. He was surprised how much work it was too get the water out of the bottle. He had thought that manufacturers would make it easy for infants to get their formula. The nipple felt odd in his mouth. “Perhaps I’m not sucking on this right,” he thought, “maybe if I turn it around it will be a little easier.” He rotated the bottle in his hands and discovered that the nipple now fit comfortably in his mouth. He sucked a bit experimentally and found that if he rested the nipple on the roof of his mouth and lay his tongue against the nipple, he could suck the water from the nipple easily. True, he didn’t get more than a small trickle with every suck, but it was to cumulative effect that counted. John closed his eyes and concentrated on assuaging his thirst.
Margaret towered over her former husband and shook her head in amazement. He was regressing much faster than she had expected he would. She suspected that the terrible beating he had received at the hands of his wife and woman he had attempted to blackmail into being his unwilling mistress had more than a little to do with it. Margaret had almost relented when she heard the broken whimpers that Patti had produced. She realized now that she had been right to let Patti spank him. She probably would have never found out about his plan to blackmail Lisa and Patti otherwise. She hoped they would carry through with their plan to come over and party when John was given his final treatment. She wanted to do something to make up for John’s behavior. She hoped the three of them would become friends in the future so she would have the opportunity. She decided John was safe enough to leave on the floor alone with his bottle while she got his new room ready. Margaret doubted that he’d try to run away in his condition. Just to be on the safe side though, she went to the front door and locked the double cylinder deadbolt with her housekey and put it in her pocket. Then she went to the kitchen and locked the other two doors that led outside. She went back into the living room and said, “I’ll be up in the spare bedroom if you need me, baby. If you want me to come down quickly, you’ll have to cry. Do you understand?”
John nodded without opening his eyes or removing the nipple from his mouth. He didn’t care where Margaret went or what she did. The rhythmic movement of his tongue and mouth had put him in a near trance condition. Suddenly the world had gotten very simple; suck, swallow, smile, repeat. His job, his marriage, his possessions, his sex life, all of his adult interests were as far removed from him as the north pole. His only desire now was to have his immediate needs gratified. He didn’t want to think about what he had lost. Sucking was good. It made him less thirsty and gave him something to concentrate on. That was enough for now. He might want something else later, but that was enough for now.
Margaret went up to the spare bedroom and began to set up the crib that Ann had given her. They had moved the mattress and bed out earlier in the day and taken the baby furniture up her so she could assemble it later. The crib fitted together easily and she had it assembled in no time. She put the mattress in the crib and stretched a threadbare sheet over it thinking she’d have to go buy baby supplies some time that day. She maneuvered the infant dresser with a changing table on top into position and put the large rocking chair into the corner of the room by the window. “With the right curtains, this will make an adorable nursery,” she thought.
She went to their bedroom and began to move the clothes she had just bought for John into the closet of the nursery. She’d take them by Goodwill at the end of the week after John had made the transition into infancy, right now they might still be useful. The diapers went in the top drawer of the dresser along with his plastic pants and the diaper pins went into a bar of soap on the changing table. He was still too big to change on the table, but it was convenient to have them at hand when she needed them.
She returned downstairs to find John asleep on the floor where she had left him with the empty baby bottle lying beside him. Margaret noticed that a large yellow stain had formed under the plastic pants in his diapers. “He is adjusting quickly, isn’t he!”, she said to herself as she picked him up and carried him to his crib. She changed his diaper without waking him and tucked a baby blanket around his body after putting his teddy by his side.
Margaret put John in the baby seat of the cart facing her and proceeded to the baby food aisle. John’s face clouded when she put him in the cart, it was an excruciatingly painful experience. His bruised bottom barely fit in the baby seat and the hard plastic gave no padding for his sore tush. Margaret saw his expression and leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Thumb, Honey! You don’t want the women to think you’re not a baby, do you? Concentrate on your thumb and the pain will go away.”
John thought the idea of sucking his thumb to relieve the pain was silly, but did as Margaret told him. He had no intention of rebelling against her again. Besides, the idea had some merit, he’d be able to hide his face behind his fingers and the thumbsucking made him appear more babyish. Under the present circumstances, it was all he could do.
Margaret found the baby aisle quickly and began putting baby jars in the cart. John turned to see what she was buying for him to eat, but the tightness of his seat prevented him from shifting his bottom around on the seat. He was forced to twist his torso to turn and all he could manage was about thirty degrees of rotation. It wasn’t enough to see the labels on what Margaret had already put in the cart. He watched her take a six pack of PediaSure from the shelf and smiled in approval. At least that stuff tasted like a milk shake. He shuddered when he thought of what his meals were going to be like if she was buying jarred baby food. It would be ground to a fine purée and would be completely unseasoned.
A little boy standing next to his mother with a one-year-old girl in the baby seat tugged on his mother’s sleeve and said, “Momma look! That boy is wearing diapers just like Tina! He’s almost as big as I am momma, why is he wearing diapers/”
The woman looked down at her son and said, “Because he’s not potty trained yet! That’s why!”
“Why isn’t he potty trained, momma?”, asked the little boy.
“I don’t know, Honey,” said the women with a hint of exasperation.
The woman looked at John’s diapers with a moue of distaste and said, “It must be a burden to have a child that old still in diapers. What is he, six? If he was mine, I’d be trying to potty train him instead of letting him act like a baby!”
Margaret smiled at the woman and said gravely, “My son is a ‘special’ child and is developmentally challenged. I’m afraid that toilet training is out of the question for him for the near future. He has the mind of a one-year-old and isn’t aware of his body functions yet. Perhaps in time……..”
John saw that as an excellent opportunity to make use of his new status and took it. All the meddling bitch wanted to do was embarrass him. He had the perfect answer for her. He pursed his lips and gave her a Bronx cheer, “Phisssssss!!!”
Margaret smiled maternally and said, “That’s a GOOD baby! Mommy’s baby has learned how to make a labial fricative! Daddy will be so happy when he hears you do it.”
She looked down at the growing yellow stain in the front of his plastic pants and said loudly, “Oh dear, baby has wet his dydees again. I hope you can wait until we get home. Mommy is out of clean diapers for you.”
One of the other mothers looked at Margaret sympathetically and said, “They carry some extra large sized ‘Goodnites’ that would probably fit him. Those plastic pants look like they’re too small for him. Why don’t you get him some disposables? He’d be more comfortable and you could change him when you got to the car.”
“Thank you,” replied Margaret warmly, “I think I’ll do just that. Come on baby, let’s get you some disposables.”
John stuck out his tongue at the little boy and the meddling woman and then touched his nose with his hand as if he had just learned where his nose was. He waved bye-bye to the second woman as they left the aisle. She smiled and waved bye-bye in return as John was wheeled around the corner.
John was somewhat dismayed by his growing incontinence, but he decided not to worry about it. He’d lose his potty training when they gave him his final treatment in two days so the question was moot. Margaret found the Goodnites that the woman was talking about and put a large package in the cart. Then she moved the cart to the other side of the aisle and put some baby powder and diaper rash ointment in the cart. John was grateful that she had gotten some ointment for his sore bottom. He noticed that she was getting some baby bottles and nipples for him and wasn’t too surprised when he saw that she was buying some pacifiers as well. She moved the cart further down the aisle and put several bibs in the cart, then looked over the baby toys. When she saw that they had a toy train, she picked it up and held it up for him to see. “Look, Honey. Would you like a toy choo-choo? Mommy knows you like choo-choo’s,” she said with a broad smile.
John ducked his head with an embarrassed expression. “Does she really intend for me to play with that? She knows I like model trains and is just trying to make me feel foolish for playing with them. Maybe if I don’t show any interest she’ll forget about it,” he thought to himself.
John was wrong in his estimation of her motives, she really was trying to get him a toy he liked. She wasn’t trying to make him look silly or foolish. He already was a baby in her mind, she simply wanted him to have something he could play with on the rug. He was too small to be allowed to play with his electric train set now and in two days he’d be even smaller. She put the toy in the cart and went to the checkout stands. She had one more stop to make that morning and then she could drive home.
They stopped at Wal-Mart next where Margaret purchased several sets of linens for the nursery, an infant’s auto seat and a diaper bag as well as some curtains and decorations for the nursery. She found a perfectly darling mobile to hand over the crib and put it in the cart without letting John see it. She wanted it to be a ‘special’ surprise for him after his reduction into infancy. Margaret wanted to buy some clothes for John to wear after his final transformation, but decided to wait, she wasn’t sure how young he would get after the last treatment and didn’t want to buy clothes that were too big. No one said anything to her about John this time, but John got smirks from the other shoppers and a funny look from the cashier when she checked them out. Margaret guessed it was either because they thought the infant seat would be too small for John to use with his six-year-old body or that they thought that mommy had come up with a novel way to punish her son. Or perhaps both, Margaret thought as she walked smiling to her car.
The drive home was uneventful, John barely noticed when he peed in his diaper. One moment he was dry and the next he moved his legs and discovered that his diaper squished soggily. He frowned in consternation, he didn’t recall having potty training problems when he was six, perhaps the formula had something to do with it. It wouldn’t matter to anyone in two days anyway, he thought. He’d be a baby then and would be too young to be potty trained. The thought of being a baby again was scary. Would he still be able to think or would his mind regress too? John tried to imagine what having an infant mind would be like. He decided it must be a lot like being drunk, only he wouldn’t be able to remember the meanings of anything. Everything would appear fresh and new to him like he was in some strange future where the world had changed beyond recognition. Most words would be only unintelligible sounds to him. He’d be cutoff from the world verbally and be forced to rely on facial expressions to convey his desires. The thought made him shiver, no wonder babies cried so much! He had never considered how frustrating it must be to be a baby! They existed in their own little world, with only their mommies to relate to as other individuals. The loneliness of such an existence must be overwhelming. Everything would be so big and frightening. He understood now why babies constantly demanded to be picked up and held by their mommies. Cuddling would reassure them that there was someone there who would protect and take care of them. Time and calendars had no meaning to babies. They lived from moment to moment living in the eternal now. There was no future and no hope, only the needs of the moment that must be met to be content. John shuddered at the thought that this was the world that awaited him in punishment for his misdeeds. It would be a redemption of sorts, but one that had a terrible price to be paid; the loss of his memories and his physical skills. Only his basic personality would remain intact. He would be reduced to a wet, mindless plaything in the arms of his mommy. He closed his eyes to shut out his impending fate and fell asleep immediately, dreaming fitfully about the world to come.
They arrived home and Margaret unbuckled his seatbelt for him. She opened the door on the passenger side of the car and said, “Wake up, Johnny! We’re home! Come on, Honey! Wake up and get out of the car! You can take a nap in your crib when we get inside.”
John got out of the car groggily and toddled along behind his adopted mother. His wet diaper pulled heavily at his hips and stuck to his behind. John looked out at the street longingly as Margaret unlocked the door. He wanted to run away, but realized that there was nowhere to run to, no matter where he went he’d still be in a six year old body. He couldn’t take care of himself, he couldn’t even wear regular underwear like other six-year-olds. His sagging diaper would signal to anyone who met him that he was to be treated differently than a ‘normal’ little boy. If he told someone what Margaret had done to him, it would be dismissed as the childish fantasies of a disturbed youngster. All Margaret would have to do is tell them that he was a ‘special child’ and he’d be handed over to her without another word. John doubted he’d even be able to run away from her bogged down by the diapers. Her long legs would catch up to his encumbered waddling no matter how fast he tried to run. John sighed as Margaret opened the door and held it for him to go in. He turned his back on the outside world and went passively into the house knowing that his last chance for freedom was being left behind.
John stood in the hall as Margaret brought in her purchases. When the hall was full of packages, she locked and bolted the door behind her and said, “Let’s get you into a dry dydee and into your crib for a nap, Johnny. You look completely exhausted. Come on, Honey.”
She took him by the hand and led him up the stairs. John was surprised by Margaret’s shift in attitude towards him. She seemed to have decided that ‘baby’ Johnny was not the husband who she had dominated and reviled. Her treatment of him was kinder and gentler than he remembered it ever being. She helped him up to thee crib and pulled the plastic pants off of his legs and began unfastening his diaper. When she pulled the front of the diaper down, the smell of feces reached his nose. She smiled maternally and said, “Poor little baby! Didums go poopie in him’s dydee?”
She cleaned him up and left him naked in the crib with the side up while she went to get the disposables. She returned a few minutes later with the diaper package in hand. She cleaned him up and put a thick coating of rash cream over his bottom then quickly rediapered him within the soft confines of the disposable baby diaper. Then she made him lie down while she tucked him in and kissed him on the forehead. John wondered at the changes in him that she had made in two days. Being made to go to bed this early in the day had been a punishment two days ago. Now it was a maternal blessing. He yawned sleepily as she pulled up the side of the crib and locked it in place. Margaret was about to leave the room when she appeared to remember something belatedly. She turned around and came back to the crib and leaned over the rail. John felt the nipple of a pacifier being pushed between his lips and began sucking gratefully. A warm feeling of contentment came over him and he was asleep before she left the room.
The End of Chains that Bind – Chapter Five.
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