The Un-training of Stanley Kaminski – Chapter Three
“There’s something not right,” and Stanley was correct, his thoughts rambling in several directions, and even though it was unlike Maureen to send him out for milk at night, that wasn’t his biggest concern.
“Why was she suddenly being nice to me?”
There had been a lot of tension in his marriage, and he guessed that he had been the cause. They had slowly drifted apart, and he surmised that it had started in the bedroom. He felt guilty, and wished that he hadn’t loved diapers more than his wife, but it had come to that. Their marriage hadn’t started that way. He found Maureen attractive, and being with her made his heart race. That had been when they were dating, but after they were married, he began to see another side of her. Maybe it was her job, and he entertained the idea, that maybe it was him, but for whatever reason, she had become distant and cold.
Diapers and wanting to wear them had always been a part of his life. He didn’t understand it, and didn’t understand why he wanted them, but the desire had been there since he could remember. He had been caught a number of times by his mother, and had been punished. After a while it didn’t matter, and as he grew older, he began to understand more. He realized it wasn’t just the diapers that excited him, but the feelings that came with them. He started to feel like a baby, especially when he would wet them. He would lie in his bed late at night; wet his diaper and dah dah like a little child. He bought a teddy bear and would hold him tightly as he enjoyed the feelings of infancy.
When he married Maureen, he thought he could put it all aside; forget it like it had never happened. After all, he was a man now, a provider. He even fantasized about being a father. His children would wear diapers; not him. But Maureen was in love with her job, soon to love work more than him or so it seemed, and it was then that he could no longer resist his urge to wear diapers. He needed something to fill his time, and the void that requited love had made. He bought his tools, saws, jointer and planer, with the excited anticipation of making a crib, and other items of baby furniture. With a little planning and Maureen’s trips, he could build an entire nursery, creating the baby world of which he had always dreamed. There was just one problem. How could he do all of this under his wife’s nose, and how could he possibly hide it?
His mind played with him, tossing out thoughts when suddenly, he was at the store. He always walked down the baby diaper isle when he shopped alone, pausing a moment to touch a package of Pampers. They felt so amazingly soft, and the smell was intoxicating, springing to life ancient memories from when he was little. He continued, bought the milk and left. Once in the car, his mind returned to the same haunting thoughts, because he instinctively knew something was not right at home, and the one terrible thing he had done was hiding in the shadows of his cerebral cortex, but it would burst forth as he got closer to home. It was an ugly thought, a horrid thought, and he tried to keep it in the shadows, but he had to review it, mix it with all the other thoughts.
He had completed the crib first, the first piece of his infantile fantasy. It was the kingpin of pieces from which all the other elements would revolve around. In this fantasy, he would become the baby he always dreamed about, a baby in his crib along with a chest of drawers which would hold his diapers and plastic pants, and with it, baby powder, pacies; all the things a baby would need. There would be a changing table and of course, he would need baby clothes. He would become the ultimate baby, but there was another problem. There was no store that he knew of, that sold adult sized baby clothes, and he couldn’t sew. The obvious solution was waiting for him on the internet, and that’s when he discovered something else, the ultimate final piece to his final fantasy. Hypnosis tapes.
They made such incredible claims. “Regress to that of a baby, wetting your diaper while you sleep”.
Stanley had become excited just reading the descriptions.
“Use keywords to think and act like a real baby. Let specific triggers regress you while diapered, night or day.”
Then there was the ultimate, the finale, deepest level. “Become a complete baby, wetting and pooping your diaper, only able to crawl, and losing all language skills and coordination. You will become a real baby.”
He didn’t know if he wanted to go that far, but, and here his mind rehashed it all over again. If Maureen was gone on one of her weekend trips, could he regress for just the weekend? The advertisement said he could, so he decided to buy all the CD’s. He could convert them and load them into his Ipod, and since Maureen had retracted any trace of romance, he thought he could get away with wearing diapers to bed, his ear buds in his ears, and the Ipod doing all the rest. The thought excited him beyond imagination, and it was at that moment, of total bliss that he clicked the mouse, a spasmodic impulse to self stimulation, and the screen changed to an entire different set of hypnosis recordings, and this new mind controlling innovation was filling his screen and his mind with an evil thought, an idea that no rational person would do.
“Fool your wife into seeing spiders. She will not only be irrationally afraid of spiders, but she will begin to imagine they are everywhere!”
He knew he shouldn’t, shouldn’t do that to anyone, much less the one person he loved, or had loved at one time. But here was his solution, his ticket to privacy and independence. The basement would become his domain, an imaginary place crawling with spiders, big, hairy poisonous spiders, and with that final thought, clicked, “buy”.
Pulling into the driveway with the milk, he went through all these thoughts, memories which now seemed to hang from the inside of his skull like bats, just waiting to take flight and make his life miserable. Maureen had treated him with something that resembled kindness or caring, and it didn’t seem normal, not at all for Maureen. Perhaps the bats had come home to roost, and they would be waiting for him in the secret room. He tried to shake these thoughts as he entered the house. His wife was waiting for him, standing in the kitchen, and it was the first in a long time, that he had seen her smile.
The End of The Un-training of Stanley Kaminski – Chapter Three.
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