Chains that Bind – Chapter Six

Chains that Bind – Chapter Six

John awoke with a wet diaper. He wanted to call out to Margaret, (“I’ve got to start thinking of her as my mommy now,” he reminded himself.) but he was afraid she’d get angry if he said her name. It was hard to bring himself to talk like a baby. In the end he decided he would have to try and called out “ma-ma” in a tentative voice. After a few minutes of waiting for a response he decided to try again and called out “Ma-ma….” a bit more loudly. This to brought back no response and he decided to try a third time. He gathered his courage and shouted “Ma-ma!” at the top of his lungs.

Margaret came in the room after hurrying up the stairs to see what Johnny was shouting about. She wasn’t upset with him for shouting, in fact, she was pleased by the way he had done it. He hadn’t called her name and had used a baby term for mommy. ‘Ma-ma’ was music to her ears after years of fruitless arguments with him. She was pleased by the way he had adjusted to his new life and was somewhat surprised with her own reactions. Her feelings toward him were not the angry demands of a wife to her incompetent husband anymore, she required nothing from him in his present condition. Suddenly she felt protective of him. She wanted to mother him and cuddle him tenderly. These feelings had been a shock at first, she had never thought of him before as being helpless. But when she saw him in his crib with his sodden diaper hanging down wetly between his legs, her heart melted at the sight. He needed her. Not like desire for domination he had displayed before his transformation, this was a different sort of need; more healthy and wholesome. Johnny fairly radiated innocence.

She unlocked the side of the crib and laid him down on the mattress to change his diaper for the third time that day. He put his thumb in his mouth and smiled in a self conscious way as she unfastened the tapes on his wet diaper and cleaned him up. She taped him snugly into a clean diaper and lifted him off the bed and hugged him to her bosom. John responded by putting his arms around her neck and laying his head against the side of her head. She put one hand under his bottom and cupped it there to hold him up while the other wrapped around his back and held him to her chest. Margaret felt vaguely surprised that her hand could almost completely cover his bottom now. It strengthened her sense of control over the situation. This wasn’t a recalcitrant husband she was dealing with anymore, but a little boy. Her little boy! She sat down in the rocking chair and arranged him on her lap. Johnny looked up at her soulfully as she put her hand on the side of his head and pulled him gently to her bosom. He rested his head against her as she ran her fingers over the plastic of his diaper.

The medication had changed them both. They weren’t a bickering husband and wife anymore, but a mother and child. Johnny had filled the hole in her life that she hadn’t even realized was there. She had never thought about having a baby seriously. She had always considered babies a nuisance and a bother. She had never been able to understand how other women were able to put up with the constant demands of an infant. Now she knew. She made her feel wanted and needed in a way she had never imagined. She was completely responsible for him. He couldn’t do the slightest thing without her help. She sighed in contentment as she thought about their relationship. Her feelings toward him had become larger, more loving. They had become maternal.

Margaret sat in a rosy glow as she considered for the first time her feelings toward him. He had manipulated her into a role of dominance that she had been uncomfortable with and she had reacted by being cruel and vindictive. She had been secretly disappointed with his failure to act like a man and had punished him the same way his mother had when he was a child. She must have subconsciously hoped he would rebel and grow up. Unfortunately for the both of them, it didn’t work out that way. His drive to regain the love he had never gotten from his mother as a child had forced him to continue to misbehave in childish ways. His behavior was so transparent now that she could view it from a more rational perspective. His almost instantaneous regression into early childhood was the clue she needed to unlock the mystery of his need for dominance. Obviously he wanted to be an infant again. It explained everything; his need to be passive, his desire to be allowed to satisfy his childish curiosity about women’s underwear, his instant incontinence after being given the convenient excuse of being a six-year-old again. If Johnny’s mother hadn’t been dead she would have called her up to ask her how old he had been when he had finally been toilet trained and whether he had wet the bed when he was older. She was sure there was a connection. As for herself, her motives had become clear to her as well. She must have wanted a child all these years and repressed her needs in order to deal with her infantile husband. When she examined her feelings toward children and babies she knew she didn’t really feel like they were burdensome. She had just used that as an excuse to keep from dealing with their inability to have children.

She wondered if John had been telling the truth when he had told her that he was sterile and had problems with impotence. His desire to be a baby again would have driven him to say anything to keep a ‘rival’ for her love out of the house. “Poor Johnny,” she thought, “he never grew up. He’s been an infant in an adult body all these years. How terrible it must have been for him to pretend to have adult feelings when all he really wanted was to be cuddled and treated like a baby. No wonder his behavior had been so infantine. Just look at him sucking his thumb. I don’t think he’s ever appeared happier since I’ve known him. He’ll have his chance now to regain his mommy’s love and I’ll have a chance to have the baby I should have had years ago. In two days he’ll be a one-year-old again and our problems will have resolved themselves. Until then, there’s no harm in giving him what he wants. I’ll treat him as if he’s already a baby again.”

She stroked John’s head affectionately and gathered him up in her arms to carry him down to the kitchen to feed him lunch. Margaret put him in the high chair and tied a bib around his neck before getting out the jarred baby food she had bought him. He was acting so sweetly, it seemed a shame to have to give him the broccoli she bought to punish him, but her sense of thriftiness would not let her throw it out. “Besides,” she rationalized, “the broccoli makes it easier for him to use his diaper and in the end that’s what he really wants. I’ll give him a double dose of milk of magnesia first before I feed him.”

She carefully measured an adult sized dose of the antacid into the medication cup provided with the potion and asked him to open his mouth wide. John obeyed docilely and drank the medicine without stopping. He saw the labels on the jars and realized what the consequences for refusal would be. John decided that he wouldn’t try to keep down the food if his stomach rebelled and started heaving. All he was wearing was a bib and plastic-coated diapers. His skin was washable and the mess would wipe up easily from the high chair’s tray. As for the inevitable aftereffects of eating broccoli, he was wearing a diaper, he would simply use it when the need arose.

Margaret smiled as she opened the jar of broccoli and chicken that she had got out for his lunch and began ladling it in his mouth. John devoured the food as if he had been eating it all his life and the contents of the jar seemed to vanish before her eyes. Margaret was so pleased with his behavior that she decided to give him a treat for dessert instead of another jar of veges. She picked up the jar of squash she had gotten out earlier and put it back in the cupboard and returned with a jar of tapioca. John closed his eyes in apprehension at the unknown jar as she twisted off the lid and spooned out a heaping spoonful. She told him in the most soothing voice she could manage, “Come on, Honey. Mommy promises you’ll like this. You were such a good baby to eat your broccoli like that. Mommy has a surprise for you. Now open wide!”

John held his eyes tightly shut and opened his mouth as wide as he could for her surprise. He was certain this was another one of her cruel tricks, but he didn’t have a choice. When he closed his mouth to swallow the food she had dumped on his tongue, his eyes open wide and he smiled broadly. “Tapioca!”, he wanted to shout. It was his favorite dessert! John opened his mouth again as soon as he had swallowed the first spoonful and waited eagerly for more. “Johnny, loves tapioca, doesn’t he?”, Margaret said at his expression of pure joy.

John chuckled in delight and opened his mouth even wider to signal his appreciation. Margaret started spooning it in as fast as he could swallow and was surprised to discover he finished the jar in less time than he had finished the first. She wiped his face with the bib and went to the refrigerator to get his bottle. She wasn’t too concerned that he had only had one jar of solid food, the PediaSure was a balanced liquid supplement and would hold him until dinnertime. John took the bottle from her hands readily and began sucking on the nipple almost immediately. Margaret sighed maternally and went back to the kitchen to prepare a sandwich for herself while he drank his formula. She put her plate down on the table opposite him and sat down to eat her lunch. She smiled at the noisy sounds he was making as he guzzled his formula happily. She watched the muscles of his cheeks work at the nipple for a moment and said, “Johnny likes his ba-ba, doesn’t he?”

John nodded his head vigorously in agreement and continued to suck as she said, “Well, mommy says you can have your ba-ba at every meal. Won’t that be nice? Mommy loves her baby boy and wants him to be happy. Johnny IS happy, isn’t he?”

John stopped sucking for a moment and appeared to consider the question. “Am I happy?”, he asked himself. Despite his earlier protestations, he really enjoyed how Margaret was treating him and didn’t want it to stop. “Wearing a diaper isn’t so bad,” he thought. “Not if she changes it before I get a rash. It’s kind of convenient to be able to go when I need to rather than have to hold it until I can get to a bathroom.”

John thought about how sensuous a freshly wet diaper felt against his crotch and wondered if he wanted to ever use the toilet again. After he had gotten over the idea of using a diaper, he had discovered how much he had enjoyed using it. There was a certain perverse pleasure in filling the diaper with his poop and then sitting in the warm mess he had made. Also, he had noticed that his toilet training had started to get spotty the moment she had put him in diapers. Wetting in his diaper was one thing, but the ‘accident’ he had had in the car was another. Was this going to be ‘normal’ for him? If so, he wasn’t sure he could be toilet-trained again. Moreover, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be toilet trained. The prospect of having Margaret standing over him while he learned to use a child’s potty seat again wasn’t very appealing to him right now. He LIKED the way she cuddled and fussed over him. Anyway, the point was moot, she intended to have Dr. Madonis give him the final treatment and he would be turned into a baby whether he wanted to or not. He might as well agree with her and make her happy.

John nodded slowly at Margaret and smiled bashfully. Margaret beamed and said, “That’s mommy’s goooood baby!”

The End of Chains that Bind – Chapter Six.

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