Skip to content The Un-training of Stanley Kaminski – Chapter Six
Sunday breakfast was consumed in silence. Maureen knew she would have to strip the bed, and there was nothing she could say about it, because she had been a contributor of last night’s antics. This would become even more uncomfortable as she would be in the basement with Stanley, and he would be asking if he could help. She would just have to jam them into the washer before the spoils of war were obvious. Bleach would be in order, and the thought of cleaning up after her husband repulsed her.
Another thought came to her, and it made her cringe. There would be spiders, and then she experienced the most curious thought. She kept envisioning baby spiders wearing diapers. It was disturbing and she tried to shake it from her mind. She wondered where that idea came from, and if it wasn’t some sort of divine punishment for what she had done. The images were so real, and for one slight moment, she questioned her sanity, and in addition to that, came another feeling, and this one was alien to her. She felt like a little child, felt like time had slipped backwards, and she was crawling on the kitchen floor, her mother making breakfast, she a two year old who needed to be changed. Stranger yet, she liked the feeling.
Normally, Sundays were spent doing a few household chores, interrupted by an afternoon nap, but this Sunday was different. Both Stanley and his wife were on edge. It didn’t take Stanley long to visit his secret room. He put on a nice thick diaper, and a onsie. He felt compelled to fill a baby bottle and get into his crib. He played and kicked, saying, “Dah dah,” enjoying the moment. He knew he had to get out of there, put on his clothes and join his wife, but something else was playing in the back of his mind, telling him it was alright to be little.
Maureen pushed the vacuum across the living room carpet, but her mind wasn’t in it. Something was telling her to be a baby. It was okay to wear a diaper and wet it. For some unexplained reason she heard herself say, “wet-wet,” and suddenly she had to pee. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom and she swore, just for a moment, but then another feeling swept across her. She felt at peace. It had been a long time since she felt like there was nothing to worry about, as adults always have worries. This was so different, and she sat down on the bathroom floor, felt the wetness of her panties. She softly said, “Dah, dah,” and she had a strange desire to drink from a baby’s bottle. She remembered the items she had bought for her husband, her plan of humiliation, and she thought it wouldn’t matter if she tried the bottle, just this once.
Stanley knew he better go back upstairs and help his wife clean, but he couldn’t give up his diaper and onsie. He put his pants and shirt on over his baby clothes and reluctantly climbed the basement stairs and entered the kitchen. Standing in front of the sink was his wife drinking what appeared to be orange juice, which normally wouldn’t be unusual except she was drinking from a baby bottle.
“What the hell? Are you a baby,” and as soon as he said the word baby, something triggered in his subconscious, and he wet his diaper. He could feel the warmth saturate his disposable, and more so, he could feel himself slipping away.
He grabbed the bottle away from his wife saying, “My ba ba,” and he sucked on the nipple. The cold orange juice tasted good, and he plopped down on the floor. His wife suddenly gained some clarity, recognized the situation for what it was, and ran from the room. She would need a change, and though her plan had worked on her husband, she couldn’t understand what was happening to her.
Given some encouragement, she thought she ought to go to the next stage, and that was CD IV. She wondered if it was too soon, or if there weren’t other unperceived complications. Look what had happened, she thought. She needed time to assess this new game. She didn’t like the idea that she had become an unwilling participant. Logic told her it would pass, and then she could proceed.
Stanley had spent his post dinner time in his secret room, feeling more and more infantile. Normally he could turn it off at will, but some unexplainable change was taking place. He was losing control, and not just control of his bladder. He was losing himself, who he was as an adult. Time was slipping away from him as he played with his toys, sitting on the nursery print carpet and stacking plastic toy blocks.
“Dah, dah,” he vaguely heard himself say, and understanding anything more complicated than that seemed like an impossibility. Through the fog he remembered his wife Maureen, and he knew he must do something, but he couldn’t recall, no matter how hard he tried. He was playing CD II, and it pulsed through the speakers ever so quietly, yet ever so strong in its influence. It insisted that he become a baby, not only acting like a baby, but feeling the vacuous void of the infant mind. He had been doing this for several weeks, and at first, it had little effect. He continued with it because he liked the soothing baby music that seemed to rock his every day cares and worries to sleep. Running backwards was an altogether different kind of music, backwards and imperceptible. It had dark and sinister intentions, placed there by someone unknown, even to the company which was selling them.
How long this would have continued is unfathomable, but it was abruptly halted by the shrill yelling of his wife.
“Stanley! Are you coming to bed? We’ve both got work tomorrow, for God’s sake.”
She was about to go down there, but she thought through that, because she knew exactly where her husband was, and what he was doing. She didn’t want to spoil her plan, and she opened the kitchen cabinet door that was up high and hard to reach. She admired the baby bottles she had purchased, and she opened the drawer and rummaged through the junk, placing her hand on the packaged pacifiers. For the slightest moment she had the strangest desire to take one out, take it and suck on it. Wouldn’t that be nice, she thought, and then was startled at what she was thinking?
“What the hell’s wrong with me,” and she went upstairs to bed.
Stanley stood in his room, surrounded by his creations, and he was having trouble thinking. His wife had yelled at him, startled him, and he was supposed to respond, but with what? Finally it came to him, get dressed for bed, but in his case, that would mean a night time diaper, and considering what had happened the night before, plastic pants would be in order. The idea of a cloth diaper popped into his head, soft and thick, and babyish plastic pants. He began to slip away as he powdered himself, followed by pinning his diaper.
“I’m a baby,” roamed the empty halls of his brain, over and over, and he felt like one. He made himself leave, slip on the lock, and go upstairs, but a whole new feeling was taking over. Maureen was waiting, and getting angry because he was late. She would have a busy day at work, and she needed some sleep. In fact, she felt tired in an odd way, like a child who has played hard all day. Where was that man, she thought, when he walked into the bedroom. She had to stifle a laugh, because he hadn’t done a very good job getting dressed. His pants were half undone, and his baby printed plastic pants clearly showed. What’s more, he began to change into his pajamas with her in the room, as if he had no idea that she was there, or as to what he was doing. She stared in disbelief, trying to keep from laughing. She actually liked the animal prints on the plastic pants, and she wondered why.
The night was to be anything but normal, because Stanley had done something to his Ipod. In addition to its pre-recorded message, he had set it to wake him at 3:00 a.m. He also had changed the programming on the DVD player, now set to play the spider CD at 2:00 instead of 3:00. A new plan was in full motion. In the background, his Ipod reassured him that he was a good little baby, and that he could wet into his night diaper. But at 3:00, the alarm went off, and he reached into his night table drawer for something which he had brought with him from the basement. It was CD II, and he quietly got out of bed and slipped it into the DVD player. He didn’t know why he did this, but something which had run backwards through his mind, told him to do it. It wasn’t long and both he and his wife were sleeping to the soft reassuring voice that told them it would be good to wear diapers both day and night, to use them like a baby, and to think babyish thoughts. It ran and ran, and when it was over, the sheets would be wet.
The End of The Un-training of Stanley Kaminski – Chapter Six.
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