Skip to content The Un-training of Stanley Kaminski – Chapter Eight
Maureen was annoyed that she was late for her first appointment, but the rest of the day went as it should. Normally she would be tired and irritated, making dinner for the two of them, but there was a sense of elation replacing the old feelings. She couldn’t wait to see her husband. She found him sitting in the kitchen, holding his head in his hands, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. He looked beat, and for once, she was beaming.
“Well baby, how was your day,” and she couldn’t wait for his answer.
Stanley looked up at her, no longer suspicious, or repentant, or wanting to avoid an argument. He felt he knew; knew what she must have done.
“What kind of day do you think I had?” he said accusatorily.
“What do you mean, Stanley?” Maureen pretended to be annoyed, playing the game she had so carefully conceived, sensing that it was coming full circle.
“You know perfectly well,” he answered his wife. “You made me crap my pants in front of everyone,” and as soon as he said it, he wished he hadn’t, because the cat was now out of the bag.
“Crap your pants? Stanley! What in heaven’s name did you do? You didn’t act like a little baby in front of all your co-workers?” and Maureen burst into uncontrollable laughter. She laughed and couldn’t stop, which only made Stanley all the more angry.
“You were in my room, weren’t you,” and Stanley just didn’t care that he said it, he was so angry.
“Your room, little baby? You mean the room where you go “wet-wet”, and she took great delight in this last barb. She didn’t have long to wait, because Stanley immediately began to wet his second pair of pants.
“Damn it, Maureen. Don’t you see what you’ve done? How can I go back to work there with everyone thinking I’m some pants wetting, crapping freak!”
Again Maureen laughed, and she said wet-wet again, but something else happened. She began to wet uncontrollably, pee running down her legs and making a large wet puddle on the kitchen floor.
“Well, it looks like you’re getting a little of your own medicine, because I put the CD in the DVD player last night. Yes, the CD that makes you wet your diaper, and in your case, your panties. Hah! What do you think of that smarty pants, or should I say, wet baby pants!” and now it was Stanley’s turn to feel smug.
“Don’t think you’ve gotten the last word, because I knew exactly what you were up to, and I put CD III in your Ipod you stupid idiot,” and with that, Maureen yelled, “Oh baby! Oh baby!” saying it over and over, taking maniacal pleasure.
Stanley tried to fight it, tried oh so hard, but he couldn’t. He could feel himself slipping away.
“Dah dah,” he said. “Goobba, glabba dah dah.”
“And here’s your bottle, you little baby,” and Maureen reached for the top kitchen cabinet, taking down the bottle which she had once been drawn to, and filled it with juice. She barely held it in front of her husband when he grabbed for it, and he plopped down onto the wet kitchen floor, sipping and slurping, all the while with Maureen standing over him, looking at her little baby, and laughing. At last, she felt good. She had her vengeance having reduced her ridiculous husband to the baby he always wanted to be. But somehow, she didn’t feel the complete satisfaction she was hoping for. It was over, his embarrassing secret revealed, so now what, and she thought she knew. There still was CD IV.
Stanley slowly got up from the floor. Lucidity had returned and he realized his secret life had been revealed. There was nothing he could do, nothing at all but be the constant victim and slave to his wife, but there was one unturned page. He remembered the spider CD. He had only played CD I, but it was a double CD set. He wondered what was on that second CD, and he knew for certain, that Maureen would find out tonight. How fitting he thought since the next day would be Halloween.
That night, two alarm clocks were set for two different times, and two plots were about to unfold, and somewhere the sun was crossing the meridian, bringing with it, Halloween.
At two in the morning, Stanley’s alarm sounded through his ear buds. He put the spider CD into the player. In his half awake state, he slipped back into bed, forgetting to put his ear buds back in place. The subliminal voice droned on, another worldly voice, one that was very reassuring, and one that demanded to be listened to. Running counter to it was another voice and it was laying the ground work for something far more sinister.
Hypnosis for Fun and Pleasure had out sourced their tracs to a small startup in Eastern Europe. They were pleased with the work, though they really didn’t give their own product much attention. They had tracs for everything, not just infantilism and gag tracs like the spider CD. Everyone knew hypnosis tapes didn’t work. Almost everyone, except the unwary, and it was from that small group of misguided souls they would make a profit. Had they been a little more cautious, had done a little investigating, they would have been surprised to learn that the small startup company was not a company, but a coven. There were rituals said around a fire in the dark of night, and their big office party didn’t take place during Christmas. Theirs was Samhain, or as the rest of us know it, Halloween.
Just as Stanley’s alarm had sounded at two, Maureen’s was set for three, and she wondered if she should play CD IV, because she did need her husband. He was a constant provider, always reliable, and she had enjoyed his company when they were first married. But she didn’t like his deceit, and more so, acting like a baby. Just who had she married, she wondered, and then there was the spider CD. He knew she hated spiders, as she had reacted in fear every time she saw one. What kind of person would make someone petrified of them, irrationally scared to their wits end? No, she was furious with him and he would pay. CD IV it was, and she wondered what it would do? Well, nothing’s permanent, she told herself, and she went back to bed, the hypnotic trac now playing in their bedroom. She thought she should put in ear plugs, but she was tired, so she pulled the pillow over her head and went to sleep.
The voice melted into the dark of their bedroom, reassuring them both that it was better to be a baby than an adult. The adult world was evil, but the world of the infant was innocent. The voices filled the dark, and somewhere else, far away, the voices performed their ritual, for the time had come. The world would be transformed.
The town would soon come to life, and all the houses with carved pumpkins would be costuming their children to be all sorts of things, from fairy princesses, to goblins and monsters. The Twillow family was such participants, and the twins, Tyler and Twyla were eager to be someone else for one night. It was Tyler who wanted to be a fairy princess and Twyla, the girl who wanted to be a monster. Tara, their mother was a little concerned over the gender swapping, and their father, Tommy would not have it, so the parents had decided the twins would have twin costumes, something cute and non gender. Later in the coming evening, Tara would make the final adjustments, causing the extra appendages to flop and move, sewing some hidden fish lines connecting the limbs together, so that when the upper arms moved, the others would move with them. She was pleased with the realism of the costume. She knew her kids would be excited.
The End of The Un-training of Stanley Kaminski – Chapter Eight.
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