The Chain of Life – Chapter Two
As Darla wound her way through the back Farm Roads of Texas during the night, she would glance over at Wes and make cute faces to entertain him while she drove them back to her place in the woods. At first Wes was a bit taken aback by her childish behavior, but entered into the fun willingly and made funny faces at her as they barreled their way with her black Chevy pickup through the gloom of the night.
Sooner than Wes expected, Darla pulled into a dirt side road and drove down a bouncing, rutted, white-graveled track to park in front of her triple-wide prefabricated home. Although the dirt was churned in front of her door by heavy tires after rainstorms, Wes could easily see that only two trucks had parked at Darla’s place in the past three months. From the age of the mud tracks, Wes could see that Darla’s father only paid her infrequent visits. Her father’s truck must have been huge; there were deep, double-wide pits where he had spun his tires against the mud in his efforts to go home to his wife.
Darla escorted Wes into the living room of her home and said, “Neither of us has eaten, let me make a large platter of Huevos Rancheros with refried beans for both of us before we go to bed. I’ll make some nachos with cheese to munch on while you wait. You do like Jalapenos, don’t you? Good! I’m afraid that I don’t have any Shiner Bock beer here, will an ice-cold Pearl do?”
A few minutes later, a starved Wes was eating the finger-foods that Darla had placed before him and was sucking on his bottle of beer. While he was eating, Darla ran a hot bubble bath in the huge garden tub for his pleasure. Once Wes had finished his snack, she led him willingly into the bathroom and seductively disrobed him while kissing his bare chest.
Wes was enthralled! He had never in his adult life had a woman treat him with such assiduous attention to his needs. By the time she had him buck naked, Wes sported the hardest erection he had every had in his entire life. Gently, she pushed him back with her hand on his chest and slowly forced him to sit on the toilet seat, unhindered by clothes or boots. She invited him to relieve himself, stating that she didn’t want him to leave their bed once they had gotten started. Unfortunately, Wes’s erectile condition made it almost impossible for him to tuck his penis between his legs so he could urinate. Chuckling at his helpless condition, Darla offered to leave the room so that his tumescent condition would subside enough for him to be able to use the toilet. After a few minutes, as Darla predicted,, Wes’s erection subsided enough for him to take a leak in the toilet.
Darla gathered up his boots and clothes and took them back to the closet of the spare bedroom and dropped them into black plastic lawn bag while he was sitting on the toilet. When she returned, she was naked. Darla playfully offered to wipe his behind after he got up from the toilet, which was manfully refused by Wes. It only took a little coaxing by Darla to convince Wes to take a bath in the warm, sudsy water before they made love. Darla made a point of saying how her mother had always insisted that if she wanted to sleep with a man, that she should make sure he was “squeaky” clean first. As an additional inducement, Darla offered to wash Wes’s hair and scrub his back. Wes agreed with alacrity, looking forward to the experience of being bathed by a beautiful woman. No one in the dorm would ever believe him when he told his peers of how his date had treated him.
Darla made him close his eyes before she got out the bottle of combined baby shampoo/conditioner and washed his hair three times before she was satisfied that the his hair was as clean as humanly possible. While the suds from the shampoo still blinded him, she took a bath scrubby and lathered it up with Johnson’s baby soap before she went to work on the rest of his body. When she was finished, she took the flexible shower head from the hanging rack and rinsed him off, before putting on a pair of latex rubber gloves. Then Darla applied a special mixture of herbs, Dial Moisturizing Conditioner and baby oil to his skin before rinsing him for the final time. Wes was in Seventh Heaven. His body tingled all over and he felt better than he had in years. The moisturizing treatment had made his skin unbelievably baby soft and sensitive. He felt like he had been given a new body.
Darla helped him out of the garden tub and buffed him dry with huge beach towels, then dried his fine, short blonde hair with another beach towel. She laid a damp towel on the floor after he was dry and made him stand on it before she began to apply a smooth layer of bath powder to his skin. Wes closed his eyes in extreme pleasure as his libido reawoke and his erection was renewed. Strangely, she avoided his pubic area with the powder, concentrating on his shoulders, back, thorax and legs; both inside and outside, but most especially at the fold of skin between his legs and loins. The bath powder was perfumed with a scent Wes had smelled before, but couldn’t place. When she was finished powdering him, she squeezed a small amount of what she called “love cream” into her hand and lovingly massaged it into the sensitive skin of his testes and penis. Wes almost orgasmed on the spot, but Darla wasn’t finished with him. She took a large blue and white labeled plastic tube of something and had him stand stock-still while she gently worked a soothing cream into the crack between his bottom cheeks. By the time she had finished, Wes was trembling with erotic excitement. ken him out of the tub, dried him off and dusted his body with baby powder.
Darla looked at the results of her work and said with a satisfied smile, “You’re such a beautiful boy. You’ll, do, Darling, you’ll do!” Then she kissed him maternally on the cheek.
On the way back to the master bedroom where Darla led him by the hand, Wes suddenly remembered where he had smelled the perfume of the bath powder she had dusted and smoothed into his skin; it was baby powder! She made Wes lie down upon the queen-sized bed, where she proceeded to give him a thorough and most relaxing body massage which culminated in her massage of his pubic area. By that time, Wes was ready for the longest sexual session of his life. Within minutes, she was in his arms and they began making for hours before they drifted off to sleep with his head nestled in the crook of her arm like a contented baby.
The next morning, Wes woke up in a frighteningly different environment. Instead of the master bedroom, he awoke in a tiny bedroom. When he sat up, he realized just how terribly small and cramped the room was. As the fog of the night before lifted from his mind, Wes realized that everything about him was wrong! The bed in which he had slept was a crib, rather that the queen-sized bed that he had fallen asleep in. He looked down at his underwear and saw that they had been replaced with thickly padded, white-plastic covered, disposable overnight diapers. He held out his hands in front of him and saw that his fingers had been replaced with the thick, pudgy fingers of infancy. When he looked down at his toes, he saw that even his feet had regressed beyond early childhood.
In a panic, Wes tried to stand up, but the infantile muscles of his legs wouldn’t support his weight and he fell flat on his heavily padded bottom. Waves of humiliation and failure welled up from his chest, threatening to make him cry, but Wes manfully controlled his emotions and used the railings on the side of the crib to pull himself hand-over-hand, until he was standing at the side of the crib. Holding onto the top railing of the crib side, he examined the room closely. There was barely enough ease in the room for the tiny crib and changing table, much less the folding playpen. From the decorations on the wall, there was no doubt in Wes’s mind that he was in a baby’s nursery.
Suddenly, there was a low bass rumble from Wes’s lower gut that could only mean one thing; every Texan beyond early puberty knows the dangers of mixing Jalapenos and Pearl beer. The effect is cleansing and painful at the same time. When his gut explosively released the pressurized, soupy material laced with capsicum and capsicum-related compounds that had gathered in his rectum during the night, his diaper would be flooded with a burning diarrhea that would give him an almost instant case of diaper rash. Wes turned slowly to maneuver his way back to where he began. The slight twisting of his lower torso reactivated the peristaltic movements that would force an embarrassing and inevitable climax and subsequent resolution to his gastro-intestinal difficulties. Wes tried to call out for help, but all that came out of his mouth were the pre-speech babblings of an infant.
When the inevitable happened as Wes was standing at the crib side, the pain of the highly irritating as well as the forced multiple openings and closings of his baby anus caused by the staccato release of small explosions of intestinal gases, made his anus burn fierily. Worse, his weak bladder sphincter released itself simultaneously along with his bowels so that he wet and messed himself at the same time. The capsicum-laded poop splattered and bounced away from the inner layers of his diaper at high pressure driven by the gases that had formed in the night. Within seconds, Wes felt like the sensitive skin of his baby bottom had been splattered with thick droplets of water-soaked outhouse lime that were eating into his skin. Despite himself, he began to howl speechlessly in pain and diarrhea agony. Darla rushed into the room a few minutes later and was almost blockaded by the pungent, putrefying redolence of Wes’s anal emissions as she entered the room. She opened the small vented window on the far side of the nursery immediately to let some fresh air in while she took the crying baby to the changing station to have his poopy diapers changed.
Wes sniveled a bit as she gently wiped his bottom clean with a non-stinging baby wipe and smeared a thick coating of vanilla-scented, nursery vaseline to protect his bottom from the next bout of diarrhea that he was sure to have later that morning. As embarrassing as having his dirty diaper changed by Darla was, Wes relaxed as she cleansed his bottom and relieved his pain. He made no objection as she smoothed on the soothing vaseline and powered his pubes again with the sweet-scented baby powder that she had used on him the preceding night before diapering him again. The pain of his irritated anus and perineum, as well as the shift in environment had been too much for him to deal with while he was half-awake.
Once Darla had made him comfortable again, he was happy, even though his psyche was in total disarray about his seeming change in life. Darla was wearing a pink, velveteen robe that gave her a distinct motherly appearance. After she finished changing Wes’s diaper, she picked him up with one hand under his diaper and the other underneath his back and held her close to her breasts as she carried him over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room. Darla adjusted Wes so that he lay in the crook of her arm, and then proceeded to open the front of her soft, velveteen robe.
Wes stared in fascination as she pulled open the tab of the velcro-fastened cup that concealed her right breast. Even when they had made love together, she had not allowed him access to her teats explaining that her time of the month, although passed, had made her nipples excessively sensitive and painful. Despite her protestations of the night before, she lifted her left breast free and settled the huge nipple of her breast against his cheek.
Wes turned up his baby head with its innocent blue eyes and gazed into hers for permission to take her breast. The warm maternal smile he received in return was permission enough for Wes and he turned his head towards her to take her tit within his mouth. Wes was astonished to see how large her nipple seemed; her areolulae spanned the distance from the bottom of his chin to halfway up his nose. He locked his lips around the protruding, fleshy nipple and began to suck unconsciously. When the first jet of body temperature milk from Darla’s teat struck the back of his tongue, Wes instinctively attempted to withdraw in surprise and fear. His adult libido only wanted to suck on her breasts. The fact that Darla was a nursing mother had caught Wes completely by surprise.
Darla had anticipated his shocked response and had cupped one of her hands behind his cranium to support his head and force him to remain in position. She noisily patted the plastic-covered bottom of his disposable diaper maternally and said, “There, there, Wessie, it’s alright. Mommy will take good care of you! Mommy knows you’ve got an upset stomach from eating adult food. A few days of mother’s milk will make everything alright, Sweetheart!”
Wes returned to his suckling, reassured by Darla’s promises. She was right, as the warm, rich milk from her breast infiltrated from his stomach to his small intestine, the painful, knotted, gaseous feelings in his gut caused by the Jalapenos and cheap beer settled down into a muted roar. He knew, however, that there would be a second episode or third episode of diarrhea at the very least, so he was not looking forward to the events of the morning. His only hope was that the soothing fats and rich proteins of the mother’s milk that she fed him would mitigate the discomfort of the painful eliminations that were sure to come.
Darla took a cloth diaper from the changing station and placed it over her left shoulder before she raised little Wessie up to her chest to wind him. Wes was embarrassed when she produced not only two large belches, but an unexpected and highly aromatic fart as she patted his back gently.
An hour later, he was soaked and messy again. This time, however, the thick layer of vaseline Darla had smoothed over his sensitive bottom had made his newest poopy less painful. The mother’s milk she had given him had eased the uncomfortable feeling in his gut. After his second diaper change of the day, Darla took him out to the kitchen to be strapped into a high chair for his breakfast. He received several tablespoonfuls of puréed oatmeal with applesauce, strained egg yolks with a dessert of strained prunes for breakfast followed by a feeding at Darla’s breasts.
Within thirty minutes, Wes had wet and messed himself again, requiring Darla to clean him up and rediaper him as if he was an infant. Wes was placed in the folding portable playpen which Darla had retreived from the nursery and set up in the living room so he could watch cartoons or play with his baby toys. When Wes was thirsty or hungry, Darla would take him out of the playpen and breastfeed him while the TV was tuned to the Disney, Cartoon, or Nickelodeon channel. When lunch came, Darla sat him in a high chair and strapped his little tummy in place to keep his diapered bottom seated in the high chair before swung up the tray hanging down over the side of the high chair and rotated it over his lap before locking it in place. Then she snapped a plastic feeding bib around his neck to catch the food that dropped from his mouth. The carpet itself had been protected before Wes’s lunch by laying down a large plastic feeding mat underneath the high chair which caught all the food that the slack-jawed and ill-controlled mouth of a one-year-old dribbled to the floor. In an attempt to sooth his stomach, Darla gave him puréed pees and spinach, as well as a jar of puréed carrots, with a dessert of tapioca pudding to help with his intestinal difficulties. Of course, instead of giving him a baby bottle of formula, she breast-fed him after he had eaten.
After being breastfed by Darla, Wes would fall into a strange reverie of complete acceptance of his new world, then he would wet and mess himself to begin the process anew. By dinnertime, he was looking forward to being fed baby food. To stop his diarrhea, Darla fed him first foods like puréed macaroni and cheese, applesauce with oatmeal and puréed rice cereal. She followed his dinner with plum pudding with a small baby bottle filled with rice water. Although Wes was a bit perturbed with his lack of power over his bowels and bladder, Darla’s personal ministrations and the strikingly clear taste of the baby food to his rejuvenated palate had made him docile and accepting of his “adopted mother’s” efforts to please him.
By the end of Saturday evening, Wes was perfectly happy to be Darla’s diapered baby boy. He enjoyed her soothing maternal caresses as she bathed him and tucked him in for his morning and afternoon naps. Subconsciously, Wes connected his suckling and thumbsucking behaviors. After breastfeeding at Darla’s breast, Wes would exuberantly pee his dydees in the pure joy of the physical pleasure of evacuating himself while being cuddled at her breasts. Wes particularly enjoyed being picked up, hugged and cuddled in Darla’s lap while she watched adult fare on television. She would occasionally stroke his semi-bald head and pat his diaper affectionately while she watched a classic movie that brought back old memories. His days were grossly abbreviated by fourteen hours that he slept each day, making the remaining hours of being fed, changed, bathed and played with seem like they had been wonderfully lengthened into endless moments of pleasure for his infantine attention span.
The End of The Chain of Life – Chapter Two.
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