Chains that Bind – Chapter Nine
Margaret had just decided to make a Schwarzenwalder Torte for dessert when she heard Johnny crying. “The drugs Dr. Madonis gave him must be wearing off,” she thought to herself. She went to the liquor cabinet and checked to see if they had any Kirsh or Kirshwasser. There was none. “I’ll have to go out later and get some Kirsh and maraschino cherries. I hope I can find Kirsh instead of having to use Kirshwasser. The cherry flavor is much more pronounced in Kirsh. I think Lisa and Patti will enjoy the recipe I have for the Torte. It’s rich without being overfilling. Just the perfect thing to allow us to play afterwards without feeling stuffed. The chocolate flavor of the sponge cake ought to appeal to them too. Almost everyone likes chocolate. I think I’ll frost it with a chocolate Creme Chantilly. That will keep the cake light.”
Johnny’s cries became louder and Margaret called, “Mommy’s coming, Darling. I’ll be right there!”
Margaret went up the stairs to see what John wanted. “He’s probably messed in his dydee again and needs to be changed,” she thought as she stepped onto the landing.
When she got to the crib and saw what lay within she was stunned. Instead of the one-year-old she had been led to expect, the tiny body of a six-month-old baby lay in the crib. John quieted at the sight of her and gurgled in greeting. Margaret grabbed John from the crib and ran down the stairs with him in her arms. She went to the phone and dialed Dr. Madonis’s office, while holding John with one hand. When Dr. Madonis came on the phone, Margaret said, “Dr. Madonis, it’s me, Margaret…….Something’s gone wrong!…….John looks like he’s only six months old!…………That’s right. He’s too small to be a year old……………What should I do?……………….Yes, I’ll wait for you!……..Okay, I see you in a few minutes.”
She paced the floor with John until Dr. Madonis’s arrival. The doorbell rang and she rushed to answer the door. Dr. Madonis came in a quickly examined John and said, “I’ll be right back. I need to go up to the nursery to check on something.”
Margaret followed her up and watched as she rooted through the trash in the nursery wastebasket. She found something and put it in her pocket then said, “Margaret, I need to make a phone call to check my records and then we need to talk. Why don’t you put him back in the crib and come downstairs with me?”
Dr. Madonis talked on the phone for a few minutes and then hung up. She returned with an empty ampoule in her hand. She held up the label for Margaret to read and said, “There’s been a ghastly mistake. This wasn’t the formula I intended to give John. This is another version I’ve been working on. This formulation has vastly different properties. One of which you’ve already seen, it makes the patient younger that the other formula. It’s other property is that once given the drug, the subject never grows older. NEVER! The subject remains an infant for his entire life. I’m sorry, but I called and had the number of the vial checked against my records. There’s no possibility I’m wrong. John will remain a six-month-old infant the rest of his life.”
Margaret’s face turned ashen and she said bewilderedly, “I can’t take care of him for the next thirty to forty years. I’m going to get too old to take care of him. What am I going to do?”
Dr. Madonis looked sympathetically at her and said, “Actually, the figure is closer to one to two hundred years. I do have a solution if you’re willing to risk it. I think the risk is minimal, but I don’t know if you would be willing to go through with it. Are you satisfied with the way you look today? I mean is the current state of your body acceptable to you? How is your health? Any aches or pains? Do you have any illness that would make your life miserable if you lived a long time? A very, very long time?”
Margaret looked hesitant and said slowly, “Nooo. How long is long?”
“About two hundred years,” said Dr. Madonis carefully.
“You’re not planning to make me the same age as Johnny, are you?”, asked Margaret suspiciously.
Dr. Madonis shook her head and said, “No, not at all. That wouldn’t solve the problem of how to take care of John, would it? What I can do is give you a preparation I’ve been working on for several years. It will stop your body from aging. You’ll live at least as long as John, probably twenty or more years longer, barring accidents.”
“You mean Johnny and I will never age?”, asked Margaret hopefully.
“Exactly. Do you want me to do that for you? It’s the only thing I can do to mitigate what’s happened. I don’t have an ampoule of the formula with me. It won’t be necessary to give you an enema, that part of the treatment is only given to reduce the body size of the patient. This injection can be give in the muscle of the arm. I you like, I’ll go to my office and get it right away. Is that what you’d like me to do?”, inquired Dr. Madonis.
Margaret nodded her head enthusiastically and Dr. Madonis said, “I’ll leave right now, there’s no reason to delay treatment, you’re only getting older while we talk. If you’ll wait here for me, I’ll be right back.”
Margaret saw her to the door and shook her head as she drove away. “Two hundred years more of life. Now there was something! I wonder if Johnny is cognizant of what’s happened to him. Probably not.”
She grinned and said to herself, “I think I’ll go up and tell him right now. I wanted to see the expression on his face when he learns that his going to be a six-month-old baby for two hundred years. At least Lisa and Patti will be happy. He’ll never be able to tell anyone. I’ll tell them tonight at the party. We’ll really have something to celebrate tonight.”
Margaret went to the kitchen and got a bottle of formula for John before she went up the stairs to the nursery. Johnny lay in his crib calmly sucking his thumb when she arrived. She picked his tiny body up and held him in her arms saying, “I have some news for you baby boy. I seems Dr. Madonis made a mistake. The formula she gave you was the wrong one. You’ve now got the body of a six-month-old baby.”
John’s expression screwed up into a frown and he looked like he was going to cry. Margaret smiled at his discomfiture and bent down to get the mobile she had got from the box and hang it on the hook still mounted to the headstead. She brushed the hair from his forehead and said, “Poor little Johnny. Babykins won’t be able to speak. Ittsy-bitsy baby won’t even be able to go crawlies on the rug. The only things baby will be able to manage on his own is to go poopies in his dydees and creep on his adorable little belly. If my cupcake really works at it, he’ll be able to get up on his hands and knees and rock back and forth. Maybe in a year or two, honeybunch will learn how to crawl again. When that happens mommy will give her little sweetiepie a big party and invite all her friends to come over and see what her baby husband has learned to do! We’ll have all baby’s favorites at the party; steak and potatoes and corn on the cob with chocolate cake for dessert. It’s too bad my darling baby will be too young to eat adult food with us. At least baby will be able to eat solid foods, but he’ll still be too young for chopped foods. All he’ll be able to eat is puréed veges and formula. I’m afraid eating is not going to be much fun for my little sweetiepie until his mind regresses to match his body. I’m sorry this happened, but I think baby has gotten just what he deserves. My naughty little baby behaved horribly and now he’s gotten his comeuppance.”
John squirmed angrily in her arms at her words. It wasn’t enough that she had him reduced to this state. She had to talk to him like he was a baby! He wanted to scream at her for what she had done to him, but all he could manage was a low cooing sound. She sat down in the rocking chair and began to rock him as she finished telling him the bad news. “You were too much to handle as a six-year-old and I wanted to teach you a lesson. That’s all changed. It won’t be necessary to teach you anything now. Dr. Madonis tells me the drug she gave you has another effect I haven’t told you about. You won’t be growing any older. You’re going to be mommy’s little baby forever, won’t that be nice?”
Johnny squirmed violently and Margaret said, “Baby doesn’t like that idea, does he? Itums little baby upset? That’s too bad! Here, why doesn’t baby suck on his binkie while mommy finishes her story? There you go, Honey. Isn’t that better? Mommy’s baby looks so sweet mommy could just eat him up! Johnny is going to be mommy’s good baby, isn’t he? Where was I? Oh, I remember now. Mommy was going to tell her adorable little rugrat what else the formula does. Little John is going to live a long, long time. Won’t that be nice? Dr. Madonis says baby is going to live two hundred years. It’s too bad little Johnny is going to have to spend all that time in diapers. Don’t worry, Honey. Mommy is getting a different version of the drug so she won’t age either. Only she won’t get any younger. She’ll stay just like she is. It will be just the two of us, mommy and baby for the next two hundred years.”
John started to cry and Margaret got up from the rocking chair and laid him on his back in the crib. “If you’re going to act like that, Honey, mommy will just let lay in you crib until you learn to behave yourself.”
She spun the mobile over his head and said, “Here, Honey, why don’t you amuse yourself with this? Do you see what mommy bought you? See the little choo-choo’s? Here, take your little hand and hit them and they’ll go round and round over baby’s head. Isn’t that fun? Mommy knows how much her baby likes choo-choo’s. Mommy is going downstairs now to call the newspaper to place an ad in the classifieds. She’s decided that you don’t need your den now that you’re a baby again and she’s going to turn it into a study for herself. Mommy is going to place an ad in the newspaper to sell your model railroad collection.”
John began bawling in despair, she was going to sell the last thing in his life he loved. All he could see before him was an endless stream of diapers and bottles. He’d never be free of her! In a few months, perhaps weeks, he’d regress mentally until he was exactly what he appeared to be. John closed his eyes and screamed in infantile outrage over his fate.
Margaret looked cheerfully at the screaming baby laying in front of her and smiled at little Johnny’s reaction to the news. She knew he’d calm down after a while and become tractable, but the noise was deafening! “Poor little baby must be hungry! Mommy has the cure for that!”, she said to him as she stuffed the nipple of the baby bottle in his mouth.
John grabbed the bottle to keep the nipple from choking him and tried to pull it out, but Margaret was too strong for him. She let him pull the nipple out far enough to get his lips around it, but no farther. His cries were muffled by the nipple that filled his mouth. Formula dripped onto his tongue and rolled down his throat awakening a hunger he did not know existed. His lips and cheeks began working on the nipple of their own accord, subduing his bawling and assuaging his hunger at the same time.
She went to the door and said as she left, “Mommy will be back later to change your dydee, Honey. You know, Honey, there’s really no such thing as a man…..Just a baby boy in a man’s body. I should have known that our marriage wouldn’t have matured you. The only time a woman really succeeds in changing a man is when he’s a baby. The alteration I had Dr. Madonis make in you wasn’t so big, really. I just made it easier for me to take care of you. Now you’ll have what you’ve always wanted; someone to love and pamper you every minute of the day for the rest of your life. You’re going to be mommy’s adorable little baby forever!”
She closed the door as the nipple fell out of the mouth of the six-month-old baby who had once been her husband and he began to cry in rage. “He’ll really unhappy when he sees who’s coming over tonight. She chuckled at the thought of how Lisa and Patti would react to the news that Johnny would never speak again. She made a note to herself to buy some baby doll dresses for Johnny to wear to the party that night. He’d look so cute in a pink ruffled party dress! If he was good, maybe she’d let him suck on her tiddies in front of Lisa and Patti. Patti might even be feeling generous and let him suck on her tiddies too! It would be such great fun! Little Johnny would make such a charming plaything for the three of them!
The End of Chains that Bind – Chapter Nine.
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