Chains that Bind – Chapter Eight
John woke in the evening wondering what had come over him. He seemed to have had a lapse of sanity. He didn’t want to be a baby. Wearing diapers was humiliating and shameful. What had gotten into him. Her treatment of him was affecting his mind. He remembered clearly what he had thought and felt, but it seemed like he was remembering the feelings of a different person. What was going to happen when she had Dr. Madonis give him the final treatment? He turned over in the crib to get on his knees before standing up. The back of his diaper clung stickily to his behind as he knelt on the mattress and told him that he had pooped in the diaper once again. The broccoli had done it again. He started to cry then and there. Margaret came in and found him on his hands and knees with tears running down his face and making a wet spot on the crib sheet. She changed his diaper tenderly and held him in her arms to comfort him. He seemed different from this afternoon when she carried him to his crib. He lay against her stiffly as if he was reluctant to be in her arms. Margaret shrugged it off as the moodiness of a small child and took him to the kitchen to feed him dinner. After a several of hours of watching TV she put him to bed again for the night. She smiled as she turned out the light in the nursery, tomorrow was going to be the big day; his final transformation.
The next morning Margaret bathed him before she fed him breakfast. She took off his sodden, dirty diaper and wiped his behind with a babywipe before she took him to the bathroom and placed him in the tub which she had drawn before waking him. It was obvious that John was back to his old self. He sat morosely in the tub while she scrubbed his little body with the soapy washcloth and shampooed his hair. The joy of yesterday afternoon had vanished. She lifted his legs one by one and scrubbed every inch of his body starting with his toes and working her way up his body to his head. John sat passively in the tub while she bathed him. He didn’t want her to think he got the slightest pleasure from her actions. When she wrapped his penis in the washcloth and rolled his scrotum in the soapy cloth, he stared straight ahead without expression. In a few hours his life would be over. He’d be a baby again. He caught the look of her face from a sidewise glance and scowled in anger. She was enjoying this!
Margaret dumped a glassful of bathwater over his head and began shampooing his head. She wanted him to be presentable when everyone came. His short hair washed quickly and she rinsed him off before making him stand in the tub so she could lift him out. Margaret dried him briskly with a large towel and noted that the bruises on his bottom had faded into a sickly yellow green color. She decided that she give him a special treat to try to improve his mood. She took him to the nursery and laid him on his stomach on the crib mattress. Margaret went to the bathroom and retrieved the baby oil she kept for her baths and poured a tablespoon in her hand. Then she began massaging his legs and body to make his skin as soft as possible.
John tried to ignore the sensuous feelings that her massage induced in him but was unsuccessful. The manipulation of his muscles simply made him feel too good for him to control himself. When she turned him over, his tiny penis was fully erect. Margaret interpreted his arousal as an opportunity too good to be missed and pour a teaspoon of baby oil directly on his scrotum. He shivered as she worked the oil into his sensitive skin of his scrotum and rolled his testicles between her fingers. “I have him now,” she thought and continued her ministrations until he lay on the crib mattress shuddering in the orgasm she had induced.
She sprinkled his entire body with baby powder, being careful to keep the falling powder away from his mouth and nose. Then she began working the powder into every crevice of skin until his skin was silky smooth and smelled sweetly of baby perfume. No stale baby pee odor for her little boy! She rediapered him and took him down for his breakfast before they arrived. Dr. Madonis had called earlier and said she was coming over in an hour and a half. Margaret had just enough time to get him fed before she arrived. She had called Lisa and Patti who said they’d be right over. They didn’t have to be at work for two hours and they wanted to see John’s last hurrah.
When the doorbell rang, John was sitting on the floor in front of the TV watching cartoons while sucking on his morning ba-ba. Lisa and Patti had arrived before Dr. Madonis and they sat on the couch and made small talk while they waited. Patti leaned over John and patted his head when she came in the living room saying, “Good morning , baby! Are you ready for the treatment? You sure smell nice today, just like baby oil and baby powder. I think that perfume suits you, little Johnny. No, no don’t try to answer. Just sit there with your ba-ba and continue sucking. I want to remember you just like this in years to come when we think about all the trouble you caused us.”
The doorbell rang again and Margaret went to answer it. Dr. Madonis stood there with her shopping bag in hand. Margaret let her in and took her to the living room to introduce Lisa and Patti to her. They said a few pleasantries and Dr. Madonis said briskly, “Well? Let’s get started. I’ll give him the injections right here if you don’t mind.”
She knelt down beside John and took the baby bottle tenderly from his hand before putting her hand on his chest and pushing him down to lay on his back on the floor. Dr. Madonis rolled him over on his stomach and said, “I see that you’ve already started dressing him in diapers. Has he had incontinence problems?”
Margaret laughed and said, “He regressed into psychological infancy from the moment his body was regressed into that of a six year old. I’m glad your giving him the last treatment. It’s difficult caring for a fifty pound infant. He’ll be easier to take care of as a one-year-old. If nothing else, he’ll be easier to carry around.”
All the other women laughed in response to this statement and Dr. Madonis said, “There you go, baby. I’m all done.” She turned to Margaret and said, “We’ll take him to the bedroom and administer the treatment just as soon as the injections take effect. He’ll be fine lying on the rug until then and we can watch him while we talk.”
Margaret agreed and Dr. Madonis took her place on the couch beside Lisa and Patti saying, “I made some changes in the composition of his treatment. Hopefully, these changes should make John’s final transition easier for him. The lab models looked very good and I have no reason to doubt that this will work even better than the old formulation. I haven’t had time yet to fully evaluate the psychological effects of this treatment on humans, but it appears that mental age is unaffected. Since you told me that John began regressing psychologically soon after the first treatment was given to him, I can only conclude that he had some inner need to regress. This doesn’t appear to be a case of subconscious adjustment to circumstances that some patients suffering from incontinence make when faced with a lifetime of wearing diapers. In their case, they seem to be making a psychosexual adjustment to a new lifestyle. At least that’s my impression, I’m not a psychologist and that’s not my area of interest. John’s case appears to be different, his incontinence appears to stem from some inner need to be an infant. I’m hoping that this need will extend to other behaviors and help him fit in psychologically with his new life as a baby. That would permit him to indulge in the ‘normal’ behaviors of a one-year-old such as crawling and sucking. Since the muscle development of a one-year-old won’t permit true speech, psychological regression would sidestep the need to communicate like an adult and prevent the frustration of being forced to communicate like an infant.”
Margaret chuckled at the statement and said, “He’s already sucking and crawling, Dr. Madonis, but I hope you’re right. I’ve tried to make it easier for him by requiring him speak in simple sentences like a toddler. I wanted him to adjust as soon as possible and that seemed to be the best way to do it. It hasn’t seemed to frustrate him very much, but I’ll be glad when he’s adjusted completely to his new life. The prospect of dealing with a fussy baby for a long period isn’t very appealing.”
Dr. Madonis smiled at Margaret and said, “He’ll do alright, I’m sure of it. As a matter of fact, I think we can begin now. He looks like a wet dishrag. I think the injections have taken hold. I gave him a children’s dose of medication, but they seemed to have taken effect much faster than the first time. I think he’s more suseptable to tranquilizers and muscle relaxants now that he has a child’s body. We should be able to begin immediately.” Dr. Madonis gathered the women with her eyes and said, “Ladies? Shall we begin?”
Dr. Madonis got up from the couch and bent down to pick up the little boy on the floor. John’s head flopped back loosely as she picked him up in her arms and forced her to hold it as if he was a newborn. The relaxant had temporarily destroyed John’s ability to move a muscle voluntarily and the tranquilizer had taken away his ability to protest effectively. He whimpered in low tones as Dr. Madonis carried him upstairs to his fate. When she got there, she started to go into the master bedroom, but was stopped by Margaret. “Not there,” said Margaret to Dr. Madonis, “I’ve put him in the spare bedroom next to the master bedroom. Here, I’ll lead the way.”
She opened the nursery door and went into the room first, followed closely by Dr. Madonis with John. Lisa and Patti crowded in after her and stood by ready to help. Dr. Madonis looked startled at the rooms furnishings and said, “I see that you’ve already got a nursery prepared for him. Has he been sleeping in here?”
“It seemed like the best idea at the time. I wanted him to adjust as quickly as possible,” Margaret explained to the researcher.
“I see,” said Dr. Madonis, “Perhaps you were right. It does explain his regression though.”
“Oh no,” laughed Margaret, “you don’t understand. I decorated this room after he regressed. I thought as long as he was acting like a baby and it was already going to be necessary to redecorate this room, I thought I’d just go ahead and do it. He was acting like an infant BEFORE I bought the furniture! Besides, with him in diapers, I wanted him to sleep on a waterproof mattress. I didn’t want him ruining the mattress in the master bedroom.”
“Oh. After what you said about making him use baby talk, I was beginning to wonder about your motives. If one of you will go downstairs and get the hatrack, we’ll begin,” said Dr. Madonis.
Margaret smiled and said, “That won’t be necessary, Dr. Madonis. I have something that will work better right here.”
She went to the box that contained the mobile she had purchased and removed the semi-circular wire mounting hanger and clamp from the box, then began screwing the clamp onto the headstead of the crib. Dr. Madonis unfastened the disposable diaper and said as she pulled down the front of the diaper, “I see why you put him in diapers. He’s a mess. Could you clean him up for us Margaret while I get the enema ready and then we’ll begin. Do you have a bowl I could use?”
Margaret told her the bowl was already in the bathroom waiting for her and then went to the dresser. She got several diapers and baby wipes and proceeded to clean the poop from John’s behind. Lisa chuckled at the sight of their former tormentor reduced to a state of helpless passivity. She poked Patti in the ribs and smiled, nodding towards the crib. Patti smiled in return and they moved closer to the crib to get a good look at John before his final transformation. It was evident from their expressions that they were enjoying the sight of John being babied before it was absolutely necessary. They were aware that Margaret had fibbed to Dr. Madonis about how John had regressed, but felt that he had deserved to be punished for trying to run around on his wife. His attempts to blackmail them into sleeping with him hadn’t made them any more sympathetic to his plight either. They were determined to keep their mouths shut and enjoy the show.
Dr. Madonis came back and found John laying on his stomach sideways across the crib. His diaper had been left off and his bottom had been cleaned up. Margaret had put several diapers on the sheet under him to sop up any mess the enema made. Margaret stood at the side of the crib while Lisa and Patti had positioned themselves at the head and foot of the crib. Margaret moved to the foot of the crib to let the researcher have full access to John. Dr. Madonis hung the enema bag from the wire hook and lubricated the applicator as Lisa and Patti each took one of John’s feet and held it in their hands. They spread his legs as far as they could comfortably move to give Dr. Madonis as much room to work as possible. Dr. Madonis inserted the applicator in John’s anus and turned on the stopcock to begin the flow, then said, “Would you hold him there like that for me while I get his other injection ready? If the enema tube begins to move, I’ll need one of you to keep it steady so it won’t come out. Could one of you do that for me? I’d asked Margaret, but there isn’t very much room to work with him in the crib. The four of us can’t fit in here. Would that be okay with you, Margaret?”
Patti smiled and said, “I’d be happy to take care of it for you, Dr. Madonis.”
A few minutes later Dr. Madonis had given John his injection of accelerator and the enema bag was empty. Dr. Madonis removed the tube from John’s behind and took it to the bathroom to wash it while Margaret rediapered John. Then Margaret raised the side of the crib so they could stand and watch John go through his final transformation. John convulsed once weakly then lay still. Suddenly, his body commenced to shrink. The women heard the sound of the enema being expelled from his body as the size of his large intestine and rectum shrank into infantine proportions. Margaret changed the diaper again while Lisa and Patti marveled at how fast the medication had worked. Dr. Madonis returned and said, “He’ll continue to shrink for an hour or two without getting much younger. The effects of the medication are exponential with respect to time. He’s already gone through ninety percent of the rejuvenation process. He’s about a year and a half now, in an hour he’ll be a year old. If you’ll forgive me, I have to run. I have an appointment at my office this morning. If you have any problems, give me a call. You have my number. You don’t have to show me to the door, I’ll let myself out.”
Patti grinned to Lisa and Margaret after Dr. Madonis left and said, “I guess he won’t be telling anyone about Lisa and I for some time to come. Will he, Margaret?”
Lisa giggled and Margaret said, “I don’t think he’s going to be talking about anything for a while. When he does start to talk, I’ll be there right at his side to stop him from saying anything he shouldn’t. I doubt that he’ll remember what he’s done after a few months of babyhood, anyway. Why don’t we go down and get a cup of coffee while we wait. I know you two were planning to have a dinner party here to celebrate his transformation, but this was the only opportunity for Dr. Madonis to get over here. I’d like have the party tonight after you get off work, if you don’t mind.” Margaret looked into Patti’s eyes meaningfully and said, “I’d like to see more of the two of you.”
Patti looked at Lisa, who smiled and nodded, then Patti husked, “I think you’re going to see a lot of more of us in the very near future, Honey. Let’s say tonight, then. I’m afraid we have to run too, Dear. We don’t want to be late to work. I’ll give you a call later to see how baby Johnny is doing. We’ll see ourselves out. TTFN!”
Margaret saw them to the door over Patti’s objections. Margaret had been serious about the invitation to dinner and the subrosa invitation to play together in bed. She had had several lesbian affairs over the years without John finding out. She had never told John about her bisexual orientation, she didn’t care to argue with him about something that was none of his business. She understood John’s attraction to Patti even if she didn’t agree with his behavior. For John to hit up on a lesbian was bad enough, but to try to blackmail the two of them into having sex with him was unforgivable. He was lucky he walked away with his balls intact. Men were such boors with it came to dealing with lesbians, they acted like lesbians were just women who needed to be wooed properly to come back into the ‘fold’. As it was, poor little Johnny still had his balls, but they wouldn’t be any use to him for sometime to come. Margaret went into the kitchen to have a cup of coffee while she decided what to make for dessert tonight. She wanted Patti and Lisa to thoroughly enjoy themselves.
The End of Chains that Bind – Chapter Eight.
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