Chains that Bind – Chapter Three
An hour later the four women entered the bedroom with their arms filled with supplies to find John in a sedated daze. Margaret quickly stripped him of his panties and nightie, leaving him lying naked on his bed. Margaret and Ann rolled him over on his side while Bethany spread plastic lawn and leaf bags over the sheet to waterproof it. Then they rolled him back over on top of the plastic bags while Bethany spread bags on the other side.
John felt like his mind was wrapped in cotton batting; he wanted to resist the impersonal manipulation of his body, but even thinking about fighting back was too exhausting. He knew he should have felt embarrassed over what was happening to him, but somehow he couldn’t seem to feel any emotions. He felt like his soul had withered in his body leaving a hollow emotionless husk. His ears rang with a high pitched whine and his thoughts moved with molasses-like slowness. He tried to move his arms and discovered that the muscle relaxant had made them flaccid and nearly useless. All he could do was flop his arms from side-to-side helplessly as they maneuvered his limp form on the bed.
Margaret and her sister pushed his feet and legs back until his knees touched his chest then continued to push, curling his back and rocking his bottom off the bed. Bethany slipped several towels under his behind and the two women let John’s legs stretch out again. Ann and Margaret rolled him on his stomach and arranged his legs to make it easy for Dr. Madonis to insert the enema applicator in his rectum. Dr. Madonis asked Margaret where the bathroom was and left with the enema bag and medication to prepare the solution. A few minute later Dr. Madonis returned with the full enema bag in hand. She hung the bag from the hat rack that had been set up beside the bed and went to her shopping bag to look for some lubricant. She rummaged through the bag for a moment before finding the small jar of vaseline she had brought with her and stood up while opening the jar. Dr. Madonis rolled the tip of the applicator in the jar until the sides were coated and asked Margaret to hold John’s shoulders while Ann and Bethany held his legs. John grunted as the applicator was shoved up his rectum and shivered when Dr. Madonis opened the stopcock letting the solution begin to flow into him.
Dr. Madonis explained that the dosage of solution was half that of what they gave patients in the clinic when they gave them the treatment there. She told them that she didn’t want John’s body to make too many changes over too short a time since they weren’t in a clinical setting. She said she planned to wait a few days to see how he was doing before she gave him another treatment. While they waited for the medication to be absorbed, Dr. Madonis prepared the injection of accelerator. She swabbed the other side of John’s behind with a disposable alcohol pad and then grabbed a handful of the muscle on his buttocks. Bethany asked why Dr. Madonis stuck the needle in sideways across the muscle instead of straight in when she saw how Dr. Madonis was giving the shot. The doctor told Bethany that the injection was very irritating to muscle tissue and she had to give it in a way called a ‘Z’-track. She explained that when she withdrew the needle, the medication would be spread across the muscle rather than make a hard knot of medication which would damage the muscle. John moaned quietly as the needle was withdrawn and Dr. Madonis slapped the site of the shot.
Bethany chuckled at the sight of Dr. Madonis spanking her uncle and was told by Dr. Madonis that she had slapped his skin to reduce the pain of the injection. A few minutes later the muscles on John’s body began to quiver as the drug released calcium ions causing his muscles to contract. The quivers became great rolling waves of spasms that shook his body. John’s face was contorted by multiple tics as the medication pervaded every cell of his body. When the spasms had subsided, Dr. Madonis motioned to the others to release his arms and legs. They stood back and observed the effects of their work; John looked like a wreak, his lips hung slackly and he drooled incontinently as his muscles trembled feebly as his calcium balance returned to normal. As they watched, the hair on his pubes began falling out and making a small pile on the towel beneath him. Margaret bent over him and ran her hand up his leg and turned to the others to show what had come back on her hand. Her palm was covered with hair from his leg and a bald patch was exposed where she had brushed his leg. She reached between his legs and grabbed a hank of hair from his pubic region to tug and come up with a tuft of short, curly hair. Margaret dropped the tuft of hair on the towel beside him and brushed the hair from her palms saying, “Bethany, would you run down to the kitchen for me and get a damp sponge, dear? I’d like to clean him up before he gets hair all over everything.”
Bethany nodded and left the room as Margaret went to the head of the bed and bent down again. She pulled on the hair on John’s head roughly and was surprised when nothing came back in her hand. She turned to Dr. Madonis for an explanation who smiled and said, “The loss of hair you’re seeing is the product of secondary sexual development. The hair on his head is unaffected as are his finger and toenails. I’m afraid you’ll have to give him a haircut when the treatment is finished. He’s going to look pretty shaggy with an adult head of hair on a little boy’s body.”
Bethany returned with the sponge and helped Margaret wipe the vestiges of body hair from the back of John’s arms and legs. When they finished with his rest of his body, Margaret cupped his scrotum in her hand and carefully sponged it off. Bethany was surprised to see his testicles seem to shrink at her touch. The twin mounds of tissue under the skin of his scrotum seemed to melt away into tiny bumps while she watched. She looked at his hands and saw that his fingernails appeared to be growing into twisted claws right under her eyes. She looked again and saw that his nails weren’t really growing, it was his hand that was shrinking back away from the nails. He was shrinking! Dr. Madonis hadn’t prepared her for this. While she watched his body dwindled in size, moving backwards through the stages of growth. When she had reentered the room he had appeared like a young man of twenty, now he looked like he was her age.
Bethany watched in fascination as he became an adolescent again and continued into childhood. His muscles relaxed in a state of utter tranquillity as his body adjusted to its new environment. Dr. Madonis turned off the stopcock on the empty enema bag and removed the applicator from his behind before turning his diminished body over on the bed. Seconds later John’s bowels cut loose and a puddle of solution crept out beneath him. Margaret began sponging the hair from the front of his body and finished by wiping his pubic area. The denuded body of a little boy of six lay before them. Dr. Madonis removed the bag from the hat rack and took it in the bathroom to clean the tip. She walked back in the room saying, “I think we can remove the towels now and replace them. He’ll probably mess on them one more time before he gets finished but I don’t want him lying in that mess until he does.”
Margaret bent over the small body of her husband, slipping her arms underneath his legs and shoulders and lifting him easily for Ann to remove the soiled towels. Bethany replaced the towels and Margaret laid him back down on the bed. Margaret thanked Ann and asked if she would take the dirty towels down to the laundry for her. Ann complied as Dr. Madonis said as she put the rest of her things back in her shopping bag, “I think we should let him rest for awhile alone.”
They reassembled in the living room where Dr. Madonis looked at her watch and said she had to go. She told Margaret to that she could remove the last towels in an hour or so and that the combination of the tranquilizer and muscle relaxant would make John sleepy and he would probably doze the rest of the day. She told her he should be okay the next day and to watch he carefully. If she had any problems she should call her at her home. She wrote down the number on the back of one of her business cards and handed it to Margaret, then said goodbye and left. Margaret turned to Ann and asked if she had found the things she had asked here about the other day. Ann smiled and said that she had put them in her car before she left. She gave Bethany her car keys and asked her to open the trunk and bring her the paper bag. Ann told Margaret that she had to leave and picked up her purse from the couch as Bethany returned with the paper bag in her arms. Ann told Bethany to put the bag anywhere on the floor and told her it was time to leave. Bethany did as she was told and went to the door. Margaret saw her sister to the door and stopped Bethany as she was about to leave, saying, “Bethany, What happened to your uncle is a family secret. Do you understand? I don’t want you to tell any of your friends.”
Ann nodded and said, “If I do find out that you’ve told anyone young lady, I’m going to ground you for four months at least. Is that clear, Four months!”
Bethany swallowed and said meekly, “Yes, mother. I understand,” and held the door open for her mother. Ann hugged her sister and said, “Don’t worry about John, Dear. I think you’ve done the right thing. Everything will be allright. Don’t forget to call his employer and tell them he’s quitting. Otherwise they’ll be calling you wanting to know what happened.”
Margaret agreed and closed the door behind her sister before picking up the paper bag and taking it to the laundry. It was going to be a busy day tomorrow and she wanted to get the laundry done before she got snowed under.
Margaret finished folding the clean laundry and looked at her watch; it was time to get the towels off of John’s bed. She took a wash cloth and a clean towel went up the stair to get John cleaned up. She stopped in the bathroom and wet the washcloth in the sink before she went into the bedroom. When she entered John was whimpering weakly on the bed. Margaret lifted John’s feet and pulled them back to expose his bottom and began to wipe it with the washcloth, then folded the towels away from him. She bundled the towels with the plastic bags and put them on the floor beside the bed. Then she rolled him to one side and removed the rest of the plastic bags from the bed. Margaret folded the washcloth and began to give John a sponge bath, drying him with the clean towel as she went. She finished and picked up the bundle of towels and bags to take to the laundry, blowing him a kiss as she left the room. She’d dress him later, she decided. She had something perfect already picked out for him in the laundry room. Maybe later tonight she’d take him with her to Wal-Mart and get him some new underwear. There was only one pair in the laundry that would fit him now and she wanted him to have a complete wardrobe.
Later that evening she went up to the bedroom with John’s new nightclothes and underwear draped over her arm. She dressed him easily and picked him up in her arms to take him downstairs for dinner. She had prepared a large vegetarian meal of steamed broccoli and cauliflower for them. It was too bad John hated vegetables, she grinned. He wouldn’t have much choice but eat what she put before him from now on, she thought to herself. It wasn’t like he could jump in his car and get a burger from McDonalds, he was too short to reach the petals on his car. Margaret decided that she would keep his car for a spare in case anything happened to hers. Bethany would be needing a car in a couple of years and she could give it to her then. She didn’t expect John would be driving again for quite a few years.
On the way out she stopped in the bathroom and showed John his new outfit. He was dressed in one of Bethany’s old nighties from her early childhood. He gazed sleepily at the imaged reflected back at him in the mirror. The medium length adult hair style was shoulder length on his diminished head. He looked like a little girl! John stared in horror as Margaret flipped up the front of the nightie to expose the girl’s panties beneath. His body had become too young to display many sex differences and the ruffles and lace of the nightie encasing the soft rounded limbs of the six year old physique made his body appear petite and feminine. He whimpered when Margaret pulled the front of the panties down to show him his denuded infantine genitals. Margaret had done it to him this time. He’d not even be able to go to work to escape his punishment. He was trapped. John wept as Margaret carried him down the stairs to give him his dinner. Margaret sat him on a chair in the dining room and went into the kitchen to prepare a plate for him. John plucked at the fabric of the nightie in askance as he waited. “What am I going to do?”, he thought. “How am I going to explain this to my boss? I guess I can get Margaret to drive me to work, but this is going to be terribly embarrassing! What are Patti and Lisa going to say when they see me like this?”
Margaret entered the room with two heaping plates of vegetables in her hand and set one before him. John gulped when he saw what she had brought. Broccoli! She knew what broccoli did to him! He’d spend half the night in the bathroom if he ate this! Broccoli did terrible things to his stomach. He’d start producing gas until he bloated in pain. What was she trying to do?
Margaret sat down at the table opposite him and said, “Dig in John! I’ve decided that you haven’t been getting enough vegetables in your diet. From now on, you’re going to get vegetables with every meal. Now eat!”
John picked at his food with his fork and pleaded with Margaret, “Please, Margaret. Don’t make me eat this! You know what broccoli does to me.”
She looked at him closely and said, “You know, I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to call me Margaret now. You’re only a little boy. I think you should call me mommy from now on.”
“Mommy?”, John whined. “Margaret, please don’t make me call you mommy. It’s embarrassing!”
“What did I tell you to call me?”, she asked with a rising tone of threat in her voice.
“Mommy,” he replied in a small defeated voice. “May I eat the cauliflower and leave the broccoli, mommy?”, he begged.
“No! Now eat your veges or mommy will spank!”, she said grimly. Margaret continued as John began to slowly eat the broccoli, “I think I’m going to call you Johnny from now on. John is much too mature a name to call a six year old child. Oh, by the way, I decided to call your boss and tell him you are quitting. A six year old has no business working for a living. I’ll tell them you’ve got health problems that make it impossible for you to continue in your present condition. That will keep them from asking you stay on. I’m sure they wouldn’t want their health premiums to rise just to cover one worker. We’ll live on the trust fund my parents left me. I’ll handle all the finances from now on. You won’t have to do a thing except play and watch cartoons all day. “
John hunkered over his food morosely as he listened to his adult life slipping away. She’d never let him out of her sight again, he knew. He’d spend the rest of his days as a young child tied to his mommy’s apron strings. John wanted to cry, but knew that Margaret would get angry and spank him if he did. It wouldn’t do any good anyhow, he sighed. He should have controlled himself with Bethany when he had the chance. It had all started so innocently he thought. He didn’t mean to touch her, things just got out of hand. He glanced up at Margaret’s face and saw the look of triumph displayed as she watched him eat the broccoli. She intended for him to suffer for his sins and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He belched lightly as the flora in his stomach reacted with the hideous green vegetable. Soon the broccoli would move into his small intestine and the gas production would begin in earnest. He’d be in agony the rest of the night.
Margaret heard him burp and smiled to herself before saying, “Oh, dear! Does that nasty old broccoli make my little boy burp? Does it give his tummy gas? Mommy has the cure for that. Right after dinner, mommy’s going to give her little boy some milk of magnesia. That will take care of his problem.”
“Great!”, he thought in exasperation. “Milk of magnesia! By the time she gives it to me, it will be too late. I’ll bloat up like a swamp frog in heat. The combination of the two will give me the trots. If I’m not careful, I’ll mess in my pants. I wish I had never seen that little bitch Bethany,” he wished fervently.
When he finished his meal Margaret came over and wiped his face for him as if the condition of his mind matched his body. He tried to talk Margaret into letting him wipe his own face, but she was adamant. She was going to be a good mommy to her boy Johnny and take care of all his needs, she told him. Margaret put away the dishes and then took him to Wal-Mart where she purchased six pairs of little girl’s panties. She’d buy more tomorrow she promised him as they stood in line at the cashier. She told him she’d bought the panties tonight to have extras in case he had an ‘accident’. He hung his head in shame when he heard this, he realized that she hadn’t bought any little boys clothes for him to wear. She intended to dress him in little girl’s clothes until he became a simpering pansy begging for his mommy’s mercy. Tears rolled down his face as they went out to their car.
John’s lower intestine grumbled threateningly on the way home. Margaret glanced over at him and smiled at the sound of the gas moving around. He’d have to go soon, she thought. She slowed down the car to give him something to think about on the trip home. She wanted him to remember this night for a long time. When she got finished with him, he wouldn’t be able to even think about doing anything to make her mad again. She wondered if he’d noticed that she had purchased some cloth diapers and pins as well as extra-large sized, plastic-coated, rumba panties to make him wear if he had an ‘accident’. Probably not, she decided. He had been much to busy trying to hide his face from the cashier.
He’d learn that there were worse things than being made to wear little girl’s clothes. A week or two of broccoli ought to do the trick, she thought. He’d never be able to control himself for that long without making a mess in his panties. She’d put him to bed in diapers and make him sleep in them if he made a mess. A night in messy diapers ought to produce a lovely case of diaper rash the next day. He’d spent the next day squirming in his panties trying to find a comfortable position with a repeat performance the next night. After a few days of sleeping in diapers, she’d make him wear diapers all day long. She wouldn’t let him remove them himself and she’d fix it so she would always be too busy to help him to the toilet when he needed to go. He’d be forced to use his diapers to do his business. A week or two of that and he’d lose his potty training. As far as she was concerned, he could spend the rest of his life with a sore bottom. The humiliation he’d suffer wearing diapers would more than make up for the extra laundry dirty diapers would cause her. In a month or two, he’d beg for the chance to be allowed to wear grown up clothes like a little girl. By then his will would be totally broken.
John had an ‘accident’ getting out of the car. He tried to hide it, but the sound of escaping gas was too loud to miss. Margaret frowned at him and told him what a naughty boy he was for pooping in his panties. He waddled into the house with an ugly brown stain on the back of his panties declaring his immaturity to the world. Margaret marched him upstairs and stripped the soiled panties off his bottom and refused to let him clean himself up. She took a babywipe and cleaned his bottom before laying him down on his bed and pulling the nightie up to his head. John whimpered as she lifted his legs and slid a diaper underneath his bottom. John wasn’t sure what Margaret was doing to him, but he knew it would be mortifying. He felt her pull something up between his legs and fastened on one side of his waist before she fastened the other side. Whatever she had done, he thought, it wasn’t going to be easy to get out of, his waist was tightly entrapped in whatever she had put on him. She lifted his feet in the air and worked the plastic panties over his ankles then down his legs. He felt his bottom lifted in the air as she worked the rumba panties over his diaper.
When she finished she sat on the bed beside him and said, “Johnny, you’ve been a very naughty little boy. Mommy can’t have you pooping in your bed like a little baby so she’s decided to make you wear diapers to sleep in. If you’re good tonight maybe she’ll let you wear panties again tomorrow. From the size of the mess in your panties there is not much purpose in letting you go to the bathroom before you go to bed so you’ll just have to make do for tonight. You’ll be pleased to know that mommy put some plastic rumba panties on you so you won’t make the bed wet if you pee in your dydees while you’re sleeping. Now be a good little boy and go to sleep for mommy. Mommy’s going to stay up and watch TV. Maybe tomorrow you’ll learn how to control yourself.”
She left the room after turning off the light. John lay in bed under the covers and felt the plastic panties surrounding the diapers. He hoped Margaret was right about the panties protecting the bed. His lower intestine still growled loudly, foreboding another incident that was sure to come. A few minutes later his bowels spasmed and he pooped again. Then an overpowering urge to pee seized him. He tried to fight it, but he felt the slow trickle of urine run down the inside of his crotch. Another bowel spasm hit him and his bowel and bladder released simultaneously. John cried quietly when he realized the import of what Margaret had said. She had no intention of changing his diaper tonight. He have to spend the night sleeping in wet and dirty diapers. He hugged himself in terror at what she’d say if she found out he had soiled himself again right after she had cleaned him up.
Margaret heard the sound of his crying downstairs and smiled to herself. He’d probably messed in his diapers. She wondered if he had peed as well and decided he probably had. He hadn’t peed all day and the pressure should be overwhelming by now. She went to the laundry room and got another surprise for John that she thought would be appropriate to give him now. Margaret chuckled softly to herself as she mounted the stairs to go check on him. She wanted to scare him a little so he wouldn’t ask her to change him tonight. She wanted the dirty diaper to have a chance to work on him. When she opened the door and turned on the light she caught the slight smell of a dirty diaper. “Good,” she thought to herself, “I hope he’s peed too! Let’s see how frightened I can make him.”
Margaret went to the side of his bed and looked down at his tear streaked face, hiding the object behind her back. “Poor little boy!”, she said, her tone dripping with contempt. “Itums little boy afraid of the dark? Mommy’s sorry, but she doesn’t have a nightlight for her little boy. Tomorrow she’ll fix up the spare bedroom to make a nursery for little Johnny. She’ll get a nightlight and everything for her little boy. In the meantime mommy has something to keep you company.”
She pulled her hand from behind her back and produced a large teddy bear with a pink ribbon tied around its head in a huge bow. “See,” she said, “Johnny’s cousin Bethany gave mommy her old teddy bear for Johnny to sleep with. Wasn’t that nice of her?”
She pulled down the cover and sat on the edge of the bed next to John. She put the teddy bear next to him and pulled his arm around the bear to cuddle it saying, “There you go little boy. Isn’t that better? Now dry your tears, little man, and go to sleep. Mommy’s planned a busy day tomorrow and she doesn’t want her little boy to be cranky.”
Margaret put her hand casually down between his legs and squeezed the crotch of John’s diaper. John squirmed as the pressure forced the mess up between his legs. “Surely she must feel the heat from the urine,” he thought.
But Margaret just smiled at him and continued, “I hope Johnny wasn’t naughty and made another mess in his dydee. Mommy would think that little Johnny had messed in his dydee just to make life difficult for mommy. Mommy would be very, very upset. Do you know what mommy would have to do then? She’d have to spank her little boy! She’d spank him so hard he’d beg her to stop but she wouldn’t. She’d just go on spanking and spanking her naughty little boy until his cute little bottom turned bright red and he couldn’t sit down for a week. Then she’d put him in another diaper and swaddle him in blankets like a little baby. Do know what swaddling is? No, don’t nod at me like you really know. You think swaddling is like what they taught you in Sunday school people used to do with babies to poop in, but that’s not right. Swaddling is where the mommy wraps her baby in a blanket so tight he can’t move a muscle. Just think of how uncomfortable that must be, to have to lay on your bruised bottom and not be able to move your arms or legs all night. Mommy would have to find something to keep her little boy quiet if she did something little that. He’s probably want to whimper and keep her up all night. So she’d fill his mouth with something to keep him quiet. Something like this!”
She reached in her pocket and produced one of Bethany’s old pacifiers from when she was a baby. The latex was yellowed with age and looked nasty. Margaret had tied a blue ribbon on the ring and she dangled it in front of John’s face while she continued to squeeze the contents of his diaper. “See? Mommy’s even put a pretty blue ribbon on it so she can tie it to her little boy’s head so he can’t spit it out. He’d have to spend the night with a pacifier in his mouth. But she won’t have to do that, will she? If little Johnny has an ‘accident’ in his dydees tonight while he’s sleeping mommy can’t be very upset with him for that. Poor little Johnny can’t be held responsible for what he does while he sleeps, can he?”
Margaret bent over his terror stricken face and kissed him on the forehead saying, “Now, be a good little boy and go to sleep. If mommy hears one more sound out of you tonight she’s going to pull down your dydees and spank you on your bare bottom. Is that clear?”
John nodded with huge eyes and cuddled the teddy bear to him tightly. The tenor in her voice had frightened him badly. She would really do what she promised if she discovered that he’d messed in his diapers while he was awake. As uncomfortable as he was, it would be worse if she discovered what he’d done. It couldn’t be so bad to have to sleep in a dirty diaper, could it? Babies did it all the time. It would wash off in the morning when she changed him, wouldn’t it? Aside from feeling odd, it couldn’t hurt him.
John decided to keep his mouth shut and try to get to sleep like she suggested. Margaret smiled down at what she had done to her husband. She had felt the warmth from his pee under the panties and knew his diaper must be soaking wet. He looked so cute laying there in his pink ruffled nightie and rumbas. The pink bow on the teddy bear leant him just the right touch of the feminine. There was only one thing he needed to do to perfect the image. She took his free hand and pulled it up to his face to stick his thumb in his mouth. She smiled and said, “There you go, little boy. Mommy doesn’t mind if her little boy sucks his thumb. She thinks it makes him look cute. Mommy wants you to practice sucking your thumb for mommy. Do you understand? If mommy sees her little boy without his thumb in his mouth , she’s going to give him a spanking. Is that clear?”
John nodded and Margaret smiled and nodded in return while pulling up his blanket and tucking it around him. She walked to the door and said, “Sleep tight, Honey. Don’t let the bedbugs bite!”
The End of Chains that Bind – Chapter Three.
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