by Jennifer Lorraine and Mistress Janice

Andrew stood silently in the corner, awaiting the return of his mother. He

wondered just how things became so crazy that his mother changed his status

into that of a young child. She had acted so proud of him when the party

started. She had told all of his relatives how well he had done in high

school and enumerated the honors he'd won with relish. Now he was forced to

stand in the corner for his misdeeds like a preschooler. He squirmed and

huffed, but to no avail. He quieted as he remembered she had the intercom

turned on and remembered her warning. "She wouldn't, would she?", he asked

himself.

He heard footsteps and the sound of running water coming from the bathroom

and wondered what was going on in his absence. "But what's she in there

for?", he asked himself.

He fidgeted peevishly, becoming more irritable as the medication he had

taken unknowingly took effect. He drowsily realized that his limbs were

starting to feel heavy and lethargic. He wanted to be bright and energetic,

instead his eyelids drooped and threatened to close altogether. He

remembered the glass of warm milk his mother had given him a half hour

before. "It must have been that damn warm milk!", he thought to himself

sleepily.

The door swung open and his mother came into the room. Andrew jumped a bit

as the door banged on the stop on the wall and she laughed, saying, "Well!

Has my naughty boy stayed in his wittel corner as he was told? Now come

with me, you need a thorough cleaning. Mommy is going to make sure you're

clean from the top of your head to bottom of your toes. She's going to

clean you from your insides out too!"

Andrew turned towards his mother Libby and looked at her in horror as he

realized the implications of what she had said. His mother was about six

inches shorter than he was, but she seemed to tower over him in his

imagination. Her firm maternal voice brooked no dispute over what she

planned to do with him. She had a will of iron and was always in control of

every situation regarding the welfare of her family. Fear clouded his face

as he said, "Please Mom, not that! I'm sorry! Please don't ..."

Libby looked down on her son scornfully, saying, "It's too late to

apologize, little boy. Your behavior was reprehensible. I gave you a chance

at a lesser punishment and you would have none of it. You let your big

mouth get you into trouble and you think you can sweet talk your way out of

your punishment? I think not!"

Andrew began pleading, "Please Mom! Oh no, don't......"

Libby smiled now and glared at him. "You acted like a spoiled little brat,

Andrew. I told you to stop arguing and you ignored me. The second time I

told you that I would make you take a timeout and you continued despite

what I had told you before about arguing. When you told me that you weren't

going to take a timeout and I had to drag you up to your room, you sealed

your fate. I think you wanted to see how far you could go before I punished

you for your childish behavior. Well, this is your answer, little boy. It

won't do any good to beg Mommy for mercy. Mommy is very angry with you!"

She grabbed a hank of his long hair and bent him over to waist height

before she dragged him into the large lady's bathroom off of the master

bedroom. The pale rose walls of the bathroom were accented by the deeper

rose of the marble fixtures and gave the room a distinctly feminine

ambiance. The room had the aroma one would expect of a bathroom used

exclusively by a woman. The decor was in stark contrast to the other

bathroom attached to the master bedroom. Her husband's bathroom had its

doorway on the other side of the master bedroom next to the entrance to the

spare bedroom and was decorated in deeper reds with the mock velvet fleur

de lis accents of the Edwardian period and white woodwork to give the

impression of cleanliness. She led him to a stop and let him straighten up

while she turned off the tap on the tub. In front of him awaited a pink

marble garden tub full of frothy strawberry-scented bubble bath.

Originally the spare bedroom had been planned as a nursery for Libby's next

baby, but her husband had died of leukemia before she could realize her

dream. All she had left of her husband was his considerable fortune and

their two children. Andrew was old enough to go to college and planned to

go to Harvard like his father. He had graduated high school early and was

taking an extended vacation before starting the long grind through college

and graduate school. June was only a year younger, but she had entered

school early and gone through at the same time as her older brother. There

had always been intense competition between them for their mother's

approval. Andrew's extra year of maturity had given him the edge he needed

to graduate early. He had gone to summer school to get the additional

credits he needed to get his diploma before the rest of his class. Libby

had been so proud of him she had agreed to let him take a vacation before

he went to college as a reward for all his hard work. June had just

graduated and planned to attend Stevens at the same time Andrew went to

Harvard.

The two of them had been a handful since the day they were born. Although

she knew she would miss taking care of her babies when they went away to

college, she thought she would welcome the peace and quiet. They hadn't

gotten along with each other since they were little babies. First it was

Andrew, the eldest, who had been the troublemaker. He had started acting

jealous of his sister since the day he was weaned. And when she had weaned

his sister, June, she had started misbehaving too. "Maybe if I had waited

and weaned them later, I wouldn't have had this problem," she told herself

often. "But it's too later to go back and do anything about it. I'll just

have to do the best I can with them the way they are," she would conclude

in exasperation.

Libby slapped his hands away and quickly stripped him as if he was a

helpless toddler needing a bath. She reached into the linen closet and took

out her work apron. With all the servants they had, Andrew hadn't seen her

wear it very often since his childhood. She put the strap over her head and

tied the strings behind her before she began with him. It was a sign that

his mother really meant business. Andrew resolved to give her as little

trouble as possible. His mother could be frightening when she was on the

warpath. Libby helped him into the garden tub and made him stand quietly

while she lathered him completely. The sunken marble tub made him two feet

shorter than his mother and put his eyes at a level just below her bosom.

The apron his mother had donned didn't help his self image any either, it

reminded him of how she had dressed to give him a bath when he was a child

and made him feel like he was little boy again. He tried to hide his male

pride, but she slapped his hands away. "No need to cover your little

pee-pee, Andrew," she said, "Mommy's seen it many times since you were a

baby. There's no point in hiding it from me."

Andrew groaned inwardly as he was made to sit and soak for awhile to allow

the bath oils to enter his pores and make his skin silky smooth. He was

beginning to reek like a little girl who had spilled a bottle of strawberry

perfume on herself. Libby stepped out of the bathroom to get something for

his bath, closing the door behind her.

Andrew recalled the incident that had gotten him into trouble. The morning

had been very humid and muggy as the summer air lay over the estate like a

hot, soggy blanket. The temperature had been expected to climb into the

high nineties with no wind to relieve the stifling heat. The all-day party

was scheduled to start at ten am. It was a special birthday bruncheon for

Andrew's seventeen year old sister June. The presents had been piled on a

table in their spacious living room and June had opened them before they

ate. After a semi-formal meal with cake, the guests were encouraged to use

the spare bedrooms to change into more comfortable clothes and enjoy the

amenities of the estate. There was pool to swim in and acres of well

manicured gardens provided for civilized strolling with lawns for the

occasional game of crochet. For the more athletically inclined, there were

exercise facilities and a private nine-hole golf course. The servants had

been instructed to be as quiet and unobtrusive as possible. Libby liked to

maintain the illusion that she threw her parties with her own efforts and

had her servants maintain a low profile while the party was in progress.

They would come out again after the party and pick up the mess that the

guests had made. In the meantime, they sat in their rooms and watched TV or

played cards together in the pantry. It wouldn't do to be missing if their

mistress needed them. No matter what her instructions were.

Andrew and his younger sister were always at odds with each other. They

spat and argued constantly, frequently incurring their mother's wrath for

their disruptions. June wished she could see her brother humiliated in

front of company by his mother for his attitude like she had done when they

were little. But he behaved so well that their mother seemed to forget

those disciplinary methods that always worked so beautifully when he was a

small child. When she was younger, she would do something naughty and see

that he got the blame. Her mother would punish him with an early bedtime

and she would have the run of the house while he was confined to his bed

taking a nap. She dreamed of somehow turning him into a toddler again so

that she would be his older sister and could spank him whenever he was

naughty or disagreeable. She'd love to be his babysitter and be able to

send him to bed early the way her mother used to do, but somehow the

opportunity never presented itself. She had to content himself with getting

him in trouble as often as she could without getting caught herself. Of

course he always retaliated with some infantile practical joke to get even

with her, but she always seemed to come out on top. Andrew was simply too

nice to do anything really vicious. June on the other hand, had the killer

instinct.

The guests arrived early, including Andrew's lovely girlfriend, Monica.

Monica was dark haired and wore a lovely black velvet dress with white

lace. Andrew thought she looked like a dream. When June saw what Monica was

wearing, she saw her chance to get back at her brother. She had planned to

doctor her brother's drink sometime during the party as a "special"

birthday present to herself, but the opportunity to get her brother's

girlfriend was too good to pass up. She told her brother to get his

girlfriend a glass of punch, saying that their mother expected him to take

care of their guests since the servants weren't present. After filling the

glass from the punch bowl, Andrew was distracted by an urgent request from

one of the adult guests. He set the glass down on the table while he looked

for some napkins to clean up a spilled drink. June quietly saddled up next

to the punch table and poured a clear, thick oily liquid into the glass

before drifting away unnoticed. Andrew returned and retrieved the glass

before coming back to the place where his girlfriend was standing. He gave

the glass to Monica who eagerly chugged it down. She started retching and

gagging immediately and held her throat as if she had been poisoned.

"Aaaaaaaaah! What have you done to me Andrew?....Aaaaah!", she demanded

angrily as her stomach tried to regurgitate the drink in self-defense.

Libby came over with several of their relatives and stood in a circle

around the beleaguered girl. , One of the gentlemen present bent over and

picked up Monica's glass that was laying in the grass by her feet. He was a

distant uncle of Andrew's and June's and was a retired physician. He put

the glass to his nose and sniffed gingerly. "Hmmm," he said, "I don't think

she's been poisoned, although I'm sure it tastes like it. I believe that's

castor oil!"

"What?", Monica screamed out in amazed disgust, "Andrew! How could you?"

All eyes were on him as he stood befuddled and wondering how it possibly

could have happened.

He looked confused as he babbled, "But I didn't! I'm sure it couldn't have

been...Unless it was in the bottom of the glass...But I didn't see anything

there...I just left it for a minute...I don't know what happened...Don't

look at me like that!...It wasn't me!...All I did was pour the punch!...It

couldn't have been me!...I mean I didn't..."

Libby looked at her son disgustedly. "You're always playing pranks on your

sister like a naughty little schoolboy, Andrew. Now you're doing it to

Monica. You never learn, do you? Aren't you ever going to grow up? What

possible reason could you have to make you want to have your poor

girlfriend spend most of the day in the lady's room?"

Andrew looked around and saw the cold, angry glares he was getting from the

outraged guests. He glanced around for a sympathetic face and saw nothing

but condemnation in the angry visages around him. He quailed at his mother,

"But I didn't do it! You gotta believe me! It was probably June. Why she...

"

Libby took charge at this point, saying, "Silence, Andrew! How dare you

argue with me front of my friends? I think you need a time-out for your

childish behavior. You're acting like a naughty six year old. You'd never

know you're eighteen from the way you're behaving. Now apologize to Monica

and get yourself upstairs this instant. I want you to take off your clothes

and get into bed. I'll be up later to talk to you. In the meantime, I want

you to think about the horrible thing you did to your girlfriend while

you're lying in bed. NOW MARCH!!!"

Andrew stared at the wall clock, the minute hand had just passed twelve and

the hour hand was on eleven. She intended to send him to bed at eleven am.

He refused to be humiliated by being treated like a small child in front of

all the guests and he replied, "No way, mom!"

A quick slap from Libby shocked him long enough for her to grab a handful

of Andrew's long hair and bend him to her will. He was unceremoniously

marched to the stairs amidst the cheering of friends and relatives. "Go to

your room and remove all your clothes, then stand in the corner," his

mother ordered, "I'll be up shortly! Now march!"

Andrew ran up the stairs fleeing from the jeers of the scandalized guests

downstairs. As he removed his clothes and went to the corner, tears of

humiliation rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't help but wonder who had

done such an evil thing to his girlfriend. She had looked so lovely in her

dress. That must have be the reason. Someone must be jealous of his lovely

girlfriend.

So he stood there until the door opened and he jumped with a start. His

mother came in and said, "I have something to calm you down, young man. Now

turn around and put your hands behind your back."

He did as he was told and walked slowly towards his mother, deeply ashamed

to be seen in the nude by his mother. She held the glass to his lips and

made him swallow the concoction in the same way that she had used when she

gave him medication as a child. He had difficulty keeping up with the flow

of milk and rivulets of fluid ran down his chin and dripped off onto his

chest the way it had when he was little. It made him feel like he was

drooling. Andrew thought his mother made him drink the glass that way just

to humiliate him further. If he could have just held his hands out in front

of himself to keep his balance, he thought he would have been able to drink

the liquid without making a mess. When he tasted the liquid, he wanted to

retch. It was warm skim milk. He had always despised milk. Even as a child

he had refused to drink it unless his mother forced him to imbibe the

stuff. From what his mother had told him, he hadn't liked milk since he had

been weaned. "Mom knows I hate milk," he thought, "She must be making me

drink this to punish me."

The milk had been laced with a sleeping medication that caused drowsiness

and relaxed the muscles, allowing the patient to fall into a quiet and

restful sleep. He was marched to the corner of the room and his nose shoved

in the angle between the walls before his mother left the room.

Andrew began to put the pieces of the incident together as he sat in the

tub amid the sweet smelling foam. "It just has to be June," he thought, "No

one else has the balls to do something like that!"

His sister walked in, smiling rather triumphantly. "Monica's in the

bathroom downstairs, Andrew, shitting her stupid brains out!", she laughed,

"Isn't it amazing what castor oil can do to your digestive system?"

Andrew was appalled. He was right! It had been his sister! He started to

answer her crows of victory, but before he had the chance, she disappeared

from sight and his mother Libby was looking down on him. Without a word,

she took a washcloth from the brass towel rack and picked up the Oil of

Olay beauty bathsoap from the marble tray mounted over the far side of the

tub and began washing him. He cringed as soapsuds fell down his face as she

lathered his face and ears. The soap got in his mouth and he said, "Mom,

that shit is getting into my mouth!"

Whap! His head rocked wetly under the blow his mother delivered. "How dare

you speak like that in front of your mother? You need to be taught to watch

your tongue, young man! June! Get in here immediately!"

His sister bounced in the room and said politely, "Yes, mother? Is there

anything I can get for you?"

"Hand me that bar of ivory soap under the sink, will you please, June?

Your brother has a filthy mouth. I'm going to clean it out for him," his

mother explained.

June got the bar of soap and handed it to her mother. Libby gripped the

bar tightly in her hand and grabbed the hair on the back of Andrew's head

and wound it around her fist. Then she pulled his head back and ordered,

"Open your mouth, Andrew."

Andrew pursed his lips tightly and shook his head as far as his mother's

tight grip allowed. His mother smiled grimly and said, "June, would you

come over and hold your brother's nose for me? He wants to be difficult."

June came over and gripped his nostrils closed with her thumb and

forefinger. Andrew started to raise his hands to remove June's hand from

his nose, but was stopped by his mother saying, "Andrew! Put your hands

down this instant! Cover yourself! Don't you realize your sister can see

your pee-pee?"

He hastily looked down over his cheeks and saw that his mother was right,

the suds had parted and the water was clear over his crotch. His sister

could see everything! He put his hands down to cover himself as his face

turned red from lack of oxygen. The pressure in his lungs grew until he

thought he was going to explode. Suddenly he opened his mouth and expelled

the waste gases that were forcing him to breathe. His mother immediately

put the bar of ivory in his mouth and began working it back and forth

across his teeth, pushing the bar down so that small chips and shavings

were carved from the bar by the edges of his teeth.

A quiet cough sounded behind the two women and June turned her head to see

a pale and wane Monica standing there behind them. Her eyes were bloodshot

from crying and her mascara had run in dark lines down her face. Monica

looked at June and said weakly, "I was wondering if you could lend me some

underwear to wear? I didn't get to the toilet in time and mine are a

disgrace. I don't think I'll need to go to the bathroom again until I get

home."

"I'd be happy to give you a pair, Monica," June answered, "Just as soon as

we're finished here. Why don't you sit over on the toilet and wait until

we're done?"

"No, thanks. I'd rather stand if you don't mind. I don't cramp as badly if

I stand up. Is that Andrew you have in there? It looks like you're washing

his mouth out with soap," she observed.

"It is," his mother answered, "He started swearing at me while I was giving

him a bath. Would you like to see?"

She pulled his head around so Monica could see his humiliation clearly.

Foam billowed out of his mouth and ran down his chin. His mother redoubled

her grip on his hair and said, "Andrew is sorry for swearing at his Mommy,

isn't he?"

She jerked his head up and down in agreement as if he was a puppet. She

continued saying, "He's sorry he acted like a naughty little boy and put

castor oil in Monica's drink, isn't he?"

Andrew felt his head being nodded in agreement for him by his mother.

"Andrew is going to be a good little boy and do what his mother tells him,

isn't he?", his mother demanded.

Tears of humiliation course down his face as his mother let go and rinsed

her hands in the bathwater. She turned away from him and went to the

medicine cabinet to take some bottles down from the shelf. She took the

glass on the bathroom sink and mixed some liquids from the bottles with

some water from the tap, then came back to Andrew and handed him the glass.

She said, "Don't rinse your mouth, Andy. Mommy wants you to drink your

medicine, suds and all. Or would you like Mommy to take you out of that tub

and hold you on her lap while she gives you an enema in front of your

girlfriend?"

"I'm not his girlfriend any longer," Monica said in cold rage, "I can take

a joke, but putting castor oil in my drink was vicious. Washing his mouth

out with soap is fine with me. As far as I'm concerned, you can spank him

and dress him in diapers. He's too immature for me."

His mother smiled at Monica's response and said, "Did you hear that, Andy?

It looks like you're all alone in the world now. There's no one left but

your Mommy to take care of you. Now drink your medicine like a good boy or

Mommy will get really angry with you!"

"NOW, ANDY!", his mother demanded.

He drank the vile potion quickly. His stomach roiled when the mixture of

the fluid and the ivory suds hit it. It tasted like his mother had combined

milk of magnesia and castor oil in the glass with an orange flavored drink.

There was something else in the mixture that tasted medicinal, but he

couldn't identify the taste. He gagged as he poured the last swallow down

his throat. His mother and sister grinned at his sour expression and Libby

explained to his ex-girlfriend as she took the empty glass from his hand,

"I just gave Andy as taste of his own medicine. That glass had a mixture of

diuretics, milk of magnesia, castor oil, Metamucil and Ducolax in it. I was

planning to give him an enema but your presence here gave me another idea

to clean him out. I think your statement about diapers must have been

prophetic. He's going to need them before the afternoon is out. The suds

and everything else in the drink is going to make it impossible for him to

keep from pooping his pants. He's going to poop himself for days with that

mixture. His little bottom is going to be so sore from pooping that he's

going to beg me to put vaseline on him when I change his diapers."

"Now that, I'd like to see," Monica said enthusiastically. The thought of

seeing him humiliated made her feel a little better and she couldn't wait

to see him helplessly pooping in his diapers.

"And so you shall," agreed his mother. She handed the bar of soap to his

daughter and said to June, "Would you hand me that bottle of baby shampoo

please, Dear?"

June gave her the bottle of shampoo and she worked it into his hair and

washed it thoroughly. She finished rinsing his hair and put the baby

conditioner that June handed her on his hair before giving him the final

rinse. "There you go, baby! All done! Doesn't Mommy's baby feel better

after his bath?"

Andrew blushed hotly at the condescending way his mother was talking to him

in front of his girlfriend. After all, he was eighteen years old, not a two

year old toddler. His mother turned to June and said, "Honey, would you do

me a favor while we get him dried? I need you to get that large box of

Daddy's old clothes out from the top of the closet. Do you know the ones

that I mean? The ones that Daddy wore when he was so sick before he died.

Take the box to the spare bedroom next to mine and put it on the floor. If

you would, get those things out that your Aunt Sally left while she was

visiting last month with your baby cousin Tommy. They're in the closet in

the spare bedroom. Make up the bed with the sheets you find in there and

put Daddy's things in the empty dresser. Make sure you put the waterproof

plastic mattress protector on the mattress before you put the sheets on the

bed. Then get the baby powder, oil and lotion out of the bathroom and put

them on the dresser. Oh, yes and don't forget the vaseline! He's going to

need it. I'll be in there in a few minutes to help you."

She turned back to Andrew and said, "Upsydaisy, Baby! Mommy's going to get

you dried off and into some clothes before you have an "accident" in the

tub. First though, Mommy needs to do something. Just stand right there and

Mommy will take care of everything."

Andrew stood reluctantly in front of his mother, trying to turn his back to

hide his shriveled genitals from his ex-girlfriend as he stepped backwards

from the tub. Libby slapped him on his behind and said, "Turn around, baby

boy. You have nothing to hide from anyone. You're only a little boy and

baby boys don't have any sense of modesty."

Monica giggled as he turned around and docilely let his mother cover his

pubic area with shaving gel and shave his crotch with a disposable razor

until it was as smooth as a baby's bottom. She washed the razor out in the

tub and smeared his legs and arms with the gel before she shaved them. He

didn't have any hair on his chest or she would have shaved that too. After

she rinsed the razor again, she coated his upper lip with the gel. "She's

going to shave off my mustache," Andrew thought in alarm. He begged his

mother in a pleading little boy voice, "Mom, please don't! Pleaaaase! It

took me six months to grow my mustache. You know how I look without it."

"I know exactly how you look without your mustache. You look like a little

boy and that's exactly how you should look. You're too immature to look

like a man. I want everyone to see what a pretty baby face you have," his

mother told him.

She quickly removed his budding mustache with a few swipes of the razor and

rinsed the razor in the tub again. She inspected her work and nodded

approvingly, she had removed all of his facial hair without nicking him.

All the practice she had had shaving her husband's beard while he had been

sick hadn't been wasted. His baby face stared back at hers sullenly, making

her smile at the look of childish displeasure that was displayed on it. She

opened the tub to drain while she dried him with the towels that Monica

handed her. He hung his head like a naughty child as she worked the corners

of the towel into every crevasse. When she took his scrotum in a fold of

the towel and dried it off, he squirmed like a toddler. She slapped him

hard on his fanny and said, "Be still, Baby! Do you want Mommy to give you

a spanking?"

After she was finished, she laid the towel out on the bathroom mat and

ordered, "Sit, Baby! Mommy will be back in a few minutes to take you to

your room. In the meantime, I want you to sit there like a good baby until

Mommy gets back. Do you understand?"

Libby turned to Monica and asked, "Monica, would you watch him while I get

his room ready? It will only take me a few minutes. You have my permission

to slap or spank him if he's naughty."

Monica grinned and said, "I'd be happy to look after him for you."

Andrew blanched at the expression of hatred on her face and tried to

explain to her, "Monica, believe me, it wasn't me. I know who it must have

been. It was...."

Whap! Andrew thought that she almost peeled the skin from his face with the

force of her slap. She glared down at him and yelled, "Silence! You'll

speak when you're spoken to, Baby, and not a moment before. Put your thumb

in your mouth and start sucking before I put you over my knees and give you

a spanking that you'll never forget."

Andrew self-consciously put his thumb in his mouth and began to work on it

slowly. His ex-girlfriend seemed to tower over him as he sat on the bath

mat at her feet. His hairless crotch made him feel like his manhood had

been cut away with the dark curly hairs that his mother had taken so easily

from him. The cold air on his naked skin made his scrotum wrinkle into a

tiny sac and his penis contract into the warmth and security of his lower

abdomen. Only an inch of his pride and joy remained visible. The testicles

that had dangled so proudly from his pubic region before his bath were

drawn up tightly against his body. They didn't look like a man's genitals

after what his mother had done to them. They gave the strong impression

that somehow a baby's wee-wee had be transplanted onto his body. Suddenly

he felt as if he really was a toddler again and his mother was giving him

into the care of a particularly forceful babysitter. The sensation of being

small was heightened by the by his view of his mother and ex-girlfriend; if

he looked straight ahead, all he could see was their upper thighs. When

they turned, he noted that his eyes were almost exactly level with the tops

of their pubic bones. He estimated that his position on the bathroom floor

gave him an effective height of twenty eight inches. Andrew didn't know

that he hadn't been that small since he was nine months old.

He looked over the knuckles of his thumb-sucking hand and saw how soft and

bare his legs looked without their hair. The delicate odor of strawberries

from his legs accentuated the impression of soft vulnerability that his

view of them gave him. He had been transformed from a virile college bound

graduate to a thumb sucking toddler in the space of an hour. The thought

made him cringe under the women's watchful eyes. Libby laughed and said,

"It looks like you have him well in hand. I'll be back in a few minutes to

get him. In the meantime, Baby, behave yourself or Mommy will SPANK!"

Twenty minutes later his mother returned and ordered him to stand up. She

took one of his hands in hers and said, "Baby is too young to be allowed to

wander about without holding his Mommy's hand. Come on, your room is ready

for you now."

He started to take his thumb out of his mouth and his mother said, "Who

told you to take your thumb out of your mouth, Baby? You just keep it in

your mouth if you don't want to get a spanking!"

Andrew turned to go left down the hall and was stopped by his mother say

ing, "And just where do you think you're going, Baby? Your room is on the

right."

"Buuh muh rum izz down dere," he objected around his thumb.

"That's my eighteen year old boy's room, Baby. That's not your room. Your

room is next to Mommy's were she can come and change your dirty dydees when

you make a mess in them during the night. Come on, Baby," she said,

dragging him down the hall and into the spare bedroom.

When he entered the room, he was appalled by the changes his sister and

mother had made in a few minutes in the bedroom. It had been transformed

from a Spartan bedroom to a cheerful baby's nursery in the span of just

twenty minutes. The neutral blue color of the walls had been changed into a

soft baby blue by the mere addition of a few wall decorations of cartoon

characters in diapers. The dresser was topped with various baby unguents,

oil, and powder oil necessary for diaper changes. A bar of soap with dozens

of diaper pins stuck into its surface lay next to the baby powder. June was

standing by the dresser and was just finishing the dusting of an old

nursery lamp she remembered was in storage in the attic. Andrew vaguely

remembered having a lamp like it in his nursery when he was a toddler. In

the same box with the lamp she had found some old nursery drapes packed in

plastic bags that had graced the windows of their nursery when they were

babies. The colors of the patterns were a little more faded than Andrew

remembered, but the motif of dancing bears with brightly colored balloons

was the same as the one in his memory. The large rocking chair that he had

spent so many hours in as a baby was given a special place of honor in the

corner. A nursery comforter was neatly folded and draped over the back of

the chair. The twin bed had not been removed, but steel rails had been

added to the sides and a sheet with Buster and Babs Bunny cartoons covered

the mattress. When he looked at the sheet more closely, he realized that

the Buster and Babs were infant versions of the characters; they were

wearing diapers!

His mother guided him to the side of the bed and let down the safety rail

before she helped him in the bed. Then she made him pull his knees to his

chest and hold them there while she got something out of the chest of

drawers. She put something thick underneath his bottom and he felt the

cold, slimy vaseline being worked into the crack of his bottom. Monica

moved to the head of the bed and watched his expression closely as his

mother invaded the most private recess of his body. He closed his eyes and

began to heave in silent sobs as his embarrassment overcame him. Monica

brushed his hair from his head as his mother gently pulled his knees free

of his hands and straightened his legs out on the bed before powdering his

crotch. Monica told him gently, "Don't cry, Baby. Your mommy will have you

in your diapers before you know it."

"Diapers?", he wailed and felt a pacifier being forced between his lips to

silence his cries. His sister, June had been waiting for him to say

something so she could give him the final humiliation. He opened his eyes

and looked up into the unforgiving faces of the two young women as his

mother pinned three of the cloth diapers that his father wore during the

last days of his illness over his hips. A minute later his mother said,

"Lift your legs, Honey, so Mommy can put your plastic pants on you."

He lifted his legs obediently and felt the soft, crinkly plastic being

pulled up his legs and over his diapers. His mother patted the side of his

diapers noisily and said, "There you go, Honey. All snug and safe in your

dydees. If you feel like you need to pee-pee or poop just go ahead. Mommy

won't get angry. She wants her baby to be happy and content."

His mother sat him up on the bed and maneuvered his legs and feet over the

edge before she took a sheet and pinned it tightly around his neck like a

cape. She arranged the sheet so it covered his shoulders and arms then made

sure the bed was protected before she picked up a plastic cooking bowl from

the dresser and put it on top of his head. She took the pair of scissors

that had been lying next to the bowl and began to cut his long locks in a

line around the bottom of the bowl. Libby smiled as she lopped off the

growth of hair that her son had been growing since he was a sophomore in

high school. She had told him that she expected him to cut it before he

went to college. It simply didn't fit the image she had of him as a dapper,

clean-cut, Harvard scholar. She had asked him repeatedly at the beginning

of summer to get his hair cut, but he had been resistant to the idea. Libby

had decided that the hair must symbolize his independence from her in the

same way his mustache had displayed his virility to the world. She had been

willing, albeit grudgingly, to let him have his way and let him look as he

pleased when he went to college before he had behaved so badly that morn

ing. Now she was determined to bring her errant boy back in line. "I've

been too easy on him, she told herself, "I let myself be lulled by his

earnestness with his studies at school. His behavior towards Monica was

abominable. Maybe this will get his attention before he goes too far and

does something that can't be forgiven."

As she snipped, the last locks of hair fell from the side of his head and

rolled wetly into the folds of the sheet that protected the bed. "The long

scraggily strands that he likes make him look so unkept," Libby thought to

herself, "The bowl technique will leave enough of his hair so that a

competent barber can give him a decent haircut in a month or so. Until

then, he'll wear his hair in a style that befits his childish behavior. If

he's going to act like a child, then he should look like one as part of his

punishment."

A few minutes later she was finished. She took the bowl from his head and

made a few adjustments by cutting an errant strand of hair here and there

before she pronounced him ready to be dressed. She unpinned the sheet and

carefully folded Andrews shorn locks inside. Then she took a hand mirror

and gave it to him to inspect her work while she disposed of the last

vestiges of his adult appearance.

Andrew groaned when he saw what she had done to his hair. His long locks

were gone. Only a short toddler's haircut remained of the manly coiffure he

had so carefully cultivated for two years. The mustache that had hidden his

baby face was gone too. His appearance had changed from a virile, mustached

eighteen year old man to an immature, baby-faced ten year old boy with a

toddler's haircut and a softly-colored pacifier in his mouth. He put his

hand down to the plastic pants to feel what his mother had dressed him in.

The plastic rustled softly as he pressed his fingers into the fabric

beneath the panties. The diapers were bunched up so thickly between his

legs that he couldn't feel his genitals at all. He felt like his manhood

had been absorbed by the infantile garb. It told all of his self-control to

keep from bursting out with a wail and crying in front of the women. Monica

smiled at him and gently pushed him back to lay on the bed again. When he

looked up, he saw his sister grinning down triumphantly at what he had

become.

Andrew rolled on his side away from his sister and pulled his knees to his

chest in a fetal position. He closed his eyes and sucked on the pacifier

unconsciously while he waited for his next humiliation. His mother left him

on the bed while she rummaged through the dresser looking for something. A

minute later she returned and made him sit up so she could dress him in the

adult-sized blue flannel sleeper that she had modified for her husband

years before. Her husband's circulation had gotten so bad in the final days

of his illness that his limbs would become ice cold if they weren't

constantly covered with something warm. The sleeper had been her solution

to the problem. She had gotten a sleeper that was a size too large for him

and opened up the seams all the way up the legs to the crotch. Then she had

hemmed the edges of the legs and put snaps every six inches in the fabric.

The hems had tightened up the legs so they weren't so baggy on him and the

loose fit in the seat had fit over his diapers nicely. It had made her

husband look like a little boy when he wore them, but by that time, her

husband was too ill to care what he looked like. The pain from his freezing

limbs was abated by the warm flannel and that was all that mattered to him

at that point in his life. The snaps made it easy for her to change his

diapers.

She could have hired a nurse to care for him instead of tending to him

herself, but she felt like that would have been like abandoning her sick

husband. She was his wife, in sickness and in health and she wanted to care

for him until the bitter end, dirty diapers and all. Toward the end, her

husband had started regressing emotionally and wanted to be held and read

to like a small child. He was too weak to hold a book and he had trouble

focusing his eyes. His incontinence and increasing weakness made him

completely dependent on Libby for the smallest things. Libby had to feed

him and change his diapers like he was a baby. His last words had begged

Libby to hold him. He had called her Mommy. She had taken his head to her

bosom and held him until he stopped breathing. He had died in her arms. The

experience had toughened her and made her determined to take care of her

family against all odds.

Libby made Andrew lie down again so she could slip the open legs of the

sleeper over his feet and fasten the snaps. When she was finished, she

untied her apron and took it off. Libby took a large blue ribbon and fed it

through the loop of the pacifier and tied it in a knot before pinning the

loop of the ribbon to the breast of his sleeper with a diaper pin. "Come

on, Honey. I want you to tell our guests nite-nite before you go to

beddybye."

He got up from the bed slowly and trudged between his ex-girlfriend and his

mother as they led him down the hall and to the stairs. Andrew could feel

the soft diaper bunched up between his legs and realized that his mother

must have triple diapered him for them to feel so bulky. There was so much

material between his legs that he had to waddle bowlegged like a toddler.

He slipped on one of the carpet covered stairs in his rubber-soled sleeper

and had to be grabbed by the women at both sides to keep from falling. The

bowlegged gait he was forced to assume made it almost impossible to walk

normally. Andrew held onto their hands tightly. If he wasn't careful, he'd

fall and his mother might make him crawl on his hands and knees in front of

everyone.

When he got down the stairs, his mother gathered everyone around and said,

"Andy is very sorry for what he's done and wants to apologize to everyone.

Don't you, Baby?"

He nodded morosely and his mother took his pacifier from his mouth so he

could speak. He hung his head low and said in a small voice, "I'm sorry I

was so naughty. I'll never do it again."

His mother patted his diapered bottom and said, "I've given him some castor

oil just like he gave Monica so he'll know how it feels. Since I can't

trust him not to make a mess in his bed while he sleeps, I've put him in

diapers. Turn around, Baby. I want everyone to see how you look in your new

jammies."

The crowd of adults that gathered around had varying reactions to Andrew's

appearance; the men in the group looked at him with disgusted expressions

while the women smiled at how childish he looked. The audience wavered for

a moment, trying to decide whether it would become a lynch mob or merely

pillory him with jeers at his ridiculous appearance. The sleepers he was

wearing offered no protection from their wrath. The infantile clothing he

was wearing made him feel exposed and vulnerable. The air seemed to sizzle

with hostility toward Andrew. His penis withdrew defensively into his pubic

bone and his scrotum contracted to protect itself from imminent danger.

Andrew was terrified. Any minute the crowd might turn into an angry mob and

tear him to pieces. Andrew felt something warm grow between his legs.

Suddenly he realized what was happening, he was wetting himself in terror!

Claire eyed her older cousin and said loudly enough for everyone to hear,

"Aw...Isn't he sweet? Wittle babykins is all dressed up in his jammies and

ready to go nite-nite. Look at how big his bottom looks! His Mommy must

have put him in overnight diapers to take his nap. What an adorable video

this will make!"

Smiles were raised on scattered faces in the crowd as Claire prepared to

tape the moment for posterity. She put the viewer to her eye and triggered

the electronic shutter, moving to the front of the crowd to get the best

camera angle. Claire planned to play the tape later on the projection TV in

the living room later so everyone would get a chance to see Andrew wearing

his diapers and jammies.

Andrew felt the excitement of the guests change as Claire raised the video

camera and began shooting him from various angles. The presence of the

camera turned a potential riot into something between a press conference

and a rowdy carnival sideshow. Clarrisa sensed the effect she was having

and began playing to her audience. "Smile for the camera, Honey!", Clarrisa

said from behind the softly whirring video recorder, "Clair's going to make

a movie of you so that everyone can see how sweet you are now! I'll bet you

won't don't feel like being naughty in that getup! Poor baby, you probably

want to curl up with your ba-ba and take a nap!"

The crowd chuckled at Clair's scathing remarks. The mood of the crowd was

shifting, his appearance, empathized by Clair's jibes, convinced them that

the little boy who stood before them wasn't a threat to be disposed of,

merely a naughty child whose foolish antics should be laughed off as he was

put to bed. Andrew sensed the difference and relaxed slightly, it looked

like he might survive this experience with his body intact. The terror that

he felt only moments before disappeared and was replaced by the realization

that all of his relatives and friends had seen him dressed like a toddler.

He'd never live this down! He blushed hotly as he felt the eyes of the

audience riveted on his absurdly childish outfit. The shame he felt at

being forced to wear diapers was overwhelming. The knowledge that in an

hour at most he'd be pooping in them as if he was a baby again filled him

with despair. If he had been alone, he would have wept.

Claire decided that she needed a bit more action in the scene and yelled,

"Who is going to take care of little Andy when he goes to Harvard? He

doesn't look like he's ready to change his own dydees. Did you hire a nanny

for him to make sure he gets to class without getting lost?"

Libby shook her head and said, "Little Andy won't be going to college this

year I'm afraid. He's much too immature to be allowed to go places on his

own. I'm afraid he'll have to stay home with Mommy while his sister goes to

college. He's not ready for Harvard yet. You have to be potty trained to be

a Harvard man!

Libby's statement about Harvard men brought howls of laughter from the

crowd. Andrew realized that his mother wasn't just trying to entertain the

crowd, she really meant it. He would be forced to stay home at her side

like a preschooler while his sister left for college in triumph.

Andrew's eyes burned with tears that threatened to start rolling down his

face at any minute. He had never been this humiliated in his entire life.

The medication from the milk his mother had given him made him woozy and

confused and the laxatives were making his gut bubble and squeak noisily.

And to top it off, he was wet. He wanted to cry.

Claire saw the expression on his face and stopped shooting. If he started

crying, her work would be wasted. She didn't want the people who viewed the

video to start feeling sorry for him. "Oh, poor baby!", she said, "He looks

like he's going to cry. The little baby must be afraid of crowds. I think

we should leave the little baby alone with his Mommy. He probably wants to

go out and crawl on the lawn with the other babies."

The effect of Clair's statement was magical. Instantly everyone realized

how humiliated Andrew must feel. Couples turned towards each other and

started drifting away. In a few minutes their were only a few people left

to stare at the former college boy. Claire stepped up to Libby to say, "I

hope you don't mind me making a video of him. I couldn't resist the

opportunity. All I usually get to tape at parties is some child making a

fool of himself. This was the chance of a lifetime!"

Libby smiled at Claire and said, "Not at all. Think nothing of it. I want

to thank you for talking to the crowd like that. I hadn't realized what an

ugly mood they were in. You did exactly the right thing. You really ought

to think about going into journalism, you seem to have a flair for handling

crowds."

"Thank you, I will. Were you serious about giving him castor oil?" Claire

asked.

"Of course I was. That's why I put him in diapers," Libby replied.

Claire grinned and asked, "Is he really wearing diapers under his sleepers?

It sure looks like it, but I wasn't sure if you were just trying to

humiliate him in front of everyone."

"Oh, he's wearing diapers alright. And plastic pants too! Here! Pat his

bottom and feel for yourself. Andrew, turn around so Claire can feel wht

you're wearing," ordered his mother.

Andrew turned slowly to present his bottom for his cousin's inspection.

Claire patted his fanny and heard the soft rustle of the plastic pants

beneath the flannel sleeper's seat. She grinned again and said, "He sure

is. If you'll excuse me, I have several friends who would love to see the

video I made. Everyone's heard so much about Andy's achievements at school

that I thought they'd like to see what he is really like at home."

Claire gave her cousin Andrew a peek on the cheek and said, "Don't cry

about not going to college, Andy. I'm sure you'll be much happier at home

with your Mommy. You'll get used to wearing dydees, I promise. In a couple

of weeks, you'll forget all about using the potty. Don't worry about what

people will think when the see you wearing them. As long as you walk around

and look natural, I don't think anyone will notice them. Bye now, I got to

run."

Clarrisa ran off to tell her friends about the fantastic tape she had made,

leaving Andrew staring down at his crotch in embarrassment. Claire had been

lying about people noticing the diapers underneath his sleepers. The triple

diaper bulged hugely in both the front and back. It hadn't been necessary

for Libby to tell everyone what he was wearing underneath the infant style

sleeper. The strategic nature of the bulges made it obvious. Andrew glanced

up and saw Clair's back disappearing into the distance. She would make sure

that everyone who missed it would hear of his humiliation. He had been

right, he would never live this down.

Libby reached into her pocket of her suit and said, "I want to get some

punch before I tuck you in for the night, Honey. Mommy wants you to drink

the formula in this bottle. Monica, could you take care of him while I get

something to drink?"

"Gladly," she answered with a cruel smile. She took the bottle from Libby's

hand and forced the nipple between Andrew's lips. The crowd started

breaking up as Andrew began to suck on the bottle that Monica held for him,

it was obvious that the women had the delinquent well in hand. She told

him, "Take your bottle, Baby. I'm going over to talk to some old friends.

You can suck on your bottle while we're talking."

She gripped his hand tightly as she walked over to the group of their

friends and acquaintances. Andrew's gut growled threateningly, he knew it

wouldn't be long before the laxatives and castor oil would make him have an

"accident" in his diapers. They stopped in front of them and Monica said,

"Hello, I'd like everyone to meet Baby Andy. We used to know him as Andrew,

but he's been very naughty. His Mommy has put him back in dydees until he

learns to behave himself."

The young women giggled and the men cast the gazes to the ground in

embarrassment for their friend. The bottle in Andrew's mouth complemented

his baby face and haircut and made him look like a overgrown toddler.

Suddenly his bowels cut lose and he let a huge fart escape his behind. The

women giggled and the men started drifting away to find some other

amusement. The shock of seeing their friend so completely under the control

of women made them uneasy and made them wonder what their girlfriend's

would do to them if they had the same power over them that Monica and Libby

seemed to have over Andrew.

A wave of cramps hit Andrew and he dumped a full load of poop in his diaper

before he knew it. The remaining men made hasty excuses and departed as

soon as the smell from his diaper hit them. He felt warm between his legs

and realized that he had wet himself and never felt it. Andrew wanted to

cry. Monica patted his behind and asked in a condescending tone, "Did Baby

Andy make a poopy in his dydee? It doesn't feel like he made a big poopy. I

think we can wait until it's time for you to go nite-nite to tell your

Mommy, don't you?"

Monica smiled evilly at him and said, "Why don't you sit in the grass and

finish your bottle while I talk with my friends, Baby? The grass is dry and

you won't get your sleepers wet. You don't have anything to add to this

discussion. This is adult talk."

He sat gingerly on the grass, hoping the mess wouldn't spread all over his

bottom when he sat down. Monica smiled at him and then pushed him back to

lie on his back on the grass. He could feel the mess in the diaper ooze up

warmly between his legs as he rocked back on his buttocks. He lay there and

sucked on the nipple as Sandy asked, "Have you decided who you'll be

dating, Monica?"

"I haven't decided yet. Fred has asked me out for a date, but I don't know.

He can be such a dork at times. Sam's a possibility, have you seen the way

he looked at me when we saw him at the Mall?", Monica replied.

"What about Duncan?", Carol asked.

"Duncan?!", Sandy and Monica chimed in unison.

"Are you out of your mind, Carol? Have you looked at his face? He looks

like he was beaten with an acne stick!", Monica said in disgust.

He's so immature!", Sandy added, "He's always yelling some smart remark to

try and impress the girls. I've babysat boys who act more mature than he

does!"

"As opposed to Andy here?", Carol said in self-defense.

Everyone burst out laughing at the comparison. Carol pointed down to Andy

and said, "I wonder who would be stupid enough to date him?"

Monica started to bristle and Carol added hastily, "He's turned into such a

big baby now. Before he was alright, you know? He was kind of cute and even

though he wasn't an athlete, it must have been kind of neat to date the

first person to graduate from our class. But now look at him! He's just a

big baby! Who would want to date someone whose diapers had to be changed on

a regular basis? It's not like, you know, he was sick or anything. It's

like, you know, his mommy turned him into a baby again. What kind of date

would he make, you know? I mean, he just stood there and farted right in

front of us like he was a baby or something, you know?"

"Yeah...He's too stinky for me to date, that's for sure," Sandy said.

"I don't think his mother is going to let him date anyone soon," Monica

said, "Unless, of course, the girl is his babysitter!"

Everyone laughed and Carol said, "Like, I can just see it, you know? His

mother will get him all dressed up for a date and then call his girlfriend

to tell her he was ready. Then she'll come over to pick him up and there

he'd be at the door, wearing something sweet like shortalls or something.

His girlfriend will make him stand while she checked to see if the snaps on

his crotch were all fastened before she went out the door with him, you

know? And when they left, his mother would give his girlfriend his diaper

bag in case he needed to be changed while they were at the movies. At least

he wouldn't spill his drink at the movies, you know? Like all he'd be

allowed to drink would be baby formula! Wouldn't that be a scream? Can't

you just picture it? They go to the movies and he wets his diaper and his

girlfriend has to take him to the women's bathroom so she can change his

dirty dydees! Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

"I don't think that baby Andy is going to be going out with anyone except

his Mommy," Monica said, "From what I can see, he's going to be out of the

running on a permanent basis."

"Yeah," Sandy smirked, "...the only women Andy is going to be seeing for

the near future are his babysitters!"

Andrew dropped his bottle in horror when he heard Sandy's prediction. He

realized in sick horror that she was probably right, the only girls his

mother would let him be near would be his sitters.

The idea made him nauseous and he thought he was going to be sick. His

bottle rolled down the small incline and came to a rest in the grass.

"Presuming his mother can find someone who'll take the job," Monica

observed.

"Yeah, who would want to babysit someone like him? It's bad enough to have

to change diapers on a little baby, but someone as big as him? His mother

will never find someone to take care of him," Sandy opined.

A small girl who looked about five years old saw Andrew's bottle and ran to

get it for him. She came running back with it in her hand and stood

silently to await a lull in the young women's conversation.

"I might," Monica said, "If his mother paid me enough."

"You!", Sandy and Carol said together.

"Of course me! I just said so, didn't I?", Monica exclaimed.

"But he put castor oil in your drink, didn't he?", Sandy asked.

"Exactly!", Monica said with a wicked grin, "What do you think might happen

if his mother goes out and leaves him with me as his babysitter?"

"What are you planning to do with him?", Sandy asked eagerly.

"Nothing yet. I'm just considering the possibilities. If you come up with

something appropriate, be sure to tell me. I'm open to ideas. All I'm sure

of is that it can't be anything that his mother will object to when she

finds out. Either that or something that's so humiliating that Andy will be

too embarrassed to tell his mommy. Either way, I don't want to queer the

deal. I want to have plenty of opportunities to get revenge on him for what

he did to me. No one does anything like that to me and gets away with it. I

don't care who it is, he or she will have to pay the piper. Boyfriend or

no, I'm going to make him suffer!", Monica said vehemently.

The women looked down at Andrew and smiled at the thought of his

forthcoming punishment. Monica would come up with something appropriate,

they were sure. Little Andy would be crying like a baby when Monica was

finished with him. His days of sucking on his baby bottle peacefully while

he messed in his diapers were numbered.

The little girl looked up at Monica and said, "Can I give the baby his

bottle? He dropped it and it went over there. I ran and got it for him. Can

I give it to him, please?"

"What a sweet little girl you are! Of course you may!", Monica replied.

The little girl walked over to Andrew and put the nipple of the bottle in

his mouth for him. She held the bottle until he grasped it for himself. The

little girl smiled when he took the bottle and said, "That's a goood baby!

Drink your ba-ba like a good baby! You look just like my boy dolly!"

Andrew was mortified by the little girl's remarks but continued to suck on

the bottle. The formula made his stomach settle a little. It tied itself in

knots when he thought about what Monica had said.

"Aww, look at him. Isn't he sweet?", Sandy said, "He doesn't look much like

a college boy now, does he?"

Monica laughed and said, "He looks more like he should be going to nursery

school instead of college."

"Wouldn't it be something if his mother put him in nursery school?", asked

Sandy.

"I don't know where she'd find one that would take a big baby like him,"

Monica answered.

"Well.....A regular commercial nursery wouldn't take him. But there's a

woman who lives down the street with me who probably would. She runs a

daycare in her house for the neighborhood I live in and looks after a

retarded boy who lives down the street from me. I don't think she would

mind taking care of Andy. He'd fit right in with the other babies," Sandy

said.

Monica laughed and said, "I can just picture him standing there in his

dydees with tears running down his face, waving bye-bye at his Mommy as she

leaves."

"And then it would be off to the playpen for him to spend his day playing

with nice safe baby toys. I'll bet he wouldn't get in any trouble in a

playpen," Sandy rejoined.

"Considering how he acted today, it's the only place I'd trust him. That

sounds like a wonderful idea! If you'll give me the phone number of the

woman before you leave, I'll be sure Andy's mother gets it. She can put him

in a daycare during the day when she's busy and I can come over and babysit

him at night. That way Andy will have someone to watch over him every

minute of the day. He won't be able to get into any mischief as long as

he's treated like a toddler. Poor little Andy," she sneered, "He's going to

think that women have eyes in the back of their heads. He'll never be able

be with a woman again without wondering if she's going to put her hands

down the front of his pants to see if he's wet."

"Or pull the back of his pants open to peek in and see if he's poopy,"

Sandy added.

"I can imagine what his wife would be like if he gets married. Even if his

mother gets him potty trained again, his wife will probably put him back in

diapers to keep him under control," Monica mused.

"Poor baby!" Sandy chuckled, "He's going to spend the rest of his life in

diapers!"

"It's no more than he deserves," said Monica, "Since he acts like a

toddler, he should be treated like one. No more practical jokes for this

baby! Just a nice safe crib filled with soft animal toys to keep him

occupied and out of trouble. The only messes he'll be making will be in his

diapers!"

Everyone laughed at the justice of Andrew's fate. Andrew squirmed at their

gibes and tried to concentrate on finishing his bottle. The little girl

smiled at his efforts and said, "I have to go now. My mommy is calling me.

Bye everybody! Bye-bye, baby!"

He had just finished his last swallow of formula when June came running up

with two baby bottles full of formula. She took the empty bottle from his

hands and said, "Mommy says you have to drink this right now or you'll get

a spanking. She says that she doesn't want you to get dehydrated. She told

me to tell you that you shouldn't have any trouble digesting the formula,

she made it from cans of goat's milk she found in the pantry. It's supposed

to taste just like a real mommy's milk. She knows how much you hate cow's

milk and thought you might like the taste better."

Andrew took the bottle from her hand and began to reluctantly suck on the

nipple. June watched him for a few minutes and said, "There's something

that's not quite right about the way he's drinking from the bottle. I know!

He should have his feet in the air while he's sucking. You know the way

that little babies hold their bottle and kick their feet while they drink

their bottles? That's what he should be doing!"

Monica smiled and said, "You heard your big sister, Andy. Get your legs up

in the air like a proper baby or do you want Monica to pull down your

dydees and give you a spanking?"

Andrew put his feet in the air and began to move them randomly while he

sucked. He was concentrating so hard on looking like a baby that he didn't

notice when his bladder suddenly emptied itself into the absorbent confines

of his diaper. The stream was soaked up where it struck but the constant

movement of his legs caused his penis to flop around. The stream started

hitting the upper side of his diaper where the padding was thinnest,

soaking the diaper through instantly and leaking through to the plastic

pants that covered them. Within minutes his pee had started leaking through

the top of the plastic pants at the rear, making a huge dark wet spot on

the blue sleepers. He felt the diaper getting hot with pee, but there was

nothing he could do about it. The thick diaper seemed to have robbed him of

all control over what he did with his bladder. The warm formula filled his

stomach and put pressure on his abdomen causing a seemingly endless flow of

urine. He hid his face behind the bottle and continued to suck. There was

nothing else to do. If he stopped sucking they would discover what he had

done immediately when Monica undressed him for his spanking. If he didn't

stop he'd continue to wet the diaper until it was soaked. He was trapped.

June waited for Monica to stop talking and then began to show off her

birthday present from her archaeologist uncle. He hadn't put it in the pile

of presents earlier because he was afraid it might get lost in all the

discarded bows and torn wrappings. He had waited until he had found her

outside and given her the ring in a quiet avuncular ceremony. It was an

ancient Babylonian ring that he had found at a dig. He had told her that

rings like this one were described in the cuneiform tablets they had found

with it as magical. The ring supposedly gave its owner the powers to call

the Babylonian Goddess to transform virgins by making them prematurely old

or regressing them into infancy. The ring was reputed to only work in the

hands of a woman. It was supposed to be used to protect a woman from rape

by a crazed virgin male, although legend intimated that it could be used on

women as well. Her uncle had transliterated the Babylonian prayer to the

Goddess that caused the transformation to take place and given it to her as

a joke. He told her that if a man ever attacked her, she should use the

ring to make him unable to present an effective threat. He had laughed when

he told her that she better wish that the man become an infant again

because he had met too many old men that were dangerous until the day that

they died.

The ring was a beautiful example of Babylonian art; it was cast in purest

gold, with repeating serpentine designs inscribed on its face. Cuneiform

characters were incised into a small tablet-like square on the front that

supposedly gave the ring its power. All that was necessary to invoke the

Goddess was to rub a woman's tears into the tablet and utter the prayer.

The Goddess would cause the victim to be changed in accordance with the

owner's wishes. June was in love with the ring; she had showed it proudly

to everyone who would stop and listen to her story of how her uncle gave it

to her. She passed the paper with the transliterated prayer around for

everyone to see and gravely warned them not to anger the Goddess by

uttering the prayer lightly. She told everyone that she would memorize the

prayer later in case of emergency. She had just got the present and hadn't

had time to memorize it yet. The young women told her that it was a

gorgeous ring and after June had given the full bottle to Monica to make

Andrew drink when he finished the one he had, she danced off to show

someone else her ring.

Andrew made a loud slurping sound as he emptied the second bottle causing

Monica to look down at what had made the noise. He had downed the bottle

quickly, she noticed. Monica decided that the goats milk must agree with

him for him to drink it so greedily. She took the bottle from his hand and

told him to sit up so she could burp him. As she moved behind him and

started patting him on the back, she noticed the large dark spot on his

sleeper at the line were his plastic pants ended. Monica knew exactly what

the dark spot implied; she had been her cousins' babysitter when she was

younger. She had seen wet spots on toddler's clothing before and knew that

his plastic pants had leaked. Andrew belched involuntarily with a loud

noise that attracted the surprised attention of a young couple that was

just passing by. His face blushed a deep red from embarrassment at the

infantine sound effect he had unexpectedly produced. The couple paused for

a moment and stared at him then the man said in a whisper that was loud

enough for Andrew to hear, "Linda, did you hear that? What's wrong with

that boy? If he has that much gas, why doesn't he go to the bathroom to

pass it like an adult? Didn't his mother teach him how rude it is to fart

in public?"

"Hush, John!", his newlywed wife told him, "Can't you see the bulge

underneath those sleepers he's wearing? He's wearing diapers. He must be

the boy that that girl Claire must have been talking about. Look at the big

wet spot on the back of his sleepers. I'd bet money that his diapers are

soaked! He's probably pooped in them too! The poor child can't help

himself. Let's get out of here before someone decides to change him. He's

going to reek to high heaven when they get his plastic pants off."

John agreed and they began walking away. As they left, Andrew saw the woman

pat her tummy and heard her say, "It won't be long until we have someone in

our house making noises like that, John. In six months we'll have a baby of

our own. Then you'll understand why I insisted that we move off so quickly.

You haven't had the privilege of changing a baby's diaper yet. Once you've

done it, you never forget the kind of smell they can produce from their

little hineys."

"I think I'll leave that job to you, Dear. After all, you'll be the baby's

mother!", smirked John.

"And you'll be the baby's father!", Linda rejoined quickly, "Don't think

you're getting out of diaper changes that easily! We'll share them

fifty-fifty! If you think that's bad, let me tell you about two a.m.

feedings......" Their voices faded as they walked into the distance.

Andrew sniffled and heaved a tremendous sigh as they passed out of view.

The woman was right, he couldn't help himself. He might as well resign

himself to the fact that he was going to be wearing and using diapers until

the laxatives wore off. If he was good, maybe in a day or two his mother

would let him wear regular underwear again. Until then, he'd just relax and

do what he had to do. He squirmed around in the wet diapers and felt the

mess on his backside squish around. At least they weren't as cold and

clammy as he'd imagined wet diapers would be. They were

almost....comfortable. He felt like his crotch was being caressed by a warm

damp cloth. He grinned in spite of himself. They weren't uncomfortable at

all, even with the mess in them. He relaxed and felt himself peeing in them

again. The rush of warm pee felt good against his crotch. The diapers and

plastic pants made him feel safe and secure. It didn't matter what he did

in them, that was someone else's concern. Babies only peed and pooped in

diapers, they didn't have to change them.

Monica glanced around and smiled when she saw what she was looking for.

Several women watching their infants crawl on the grass at their feet while

they sat in the shade of some cabanas that had been erected for the party.

She would dump Andy with them. It would afford her an excellent opportunity

to humiliate him for what he had done to her and rid her of the task of

caring for a superannuated toddler who she had good reason to hate. She

excused herself and led Andrew over to the covey of mothers gathered on the

lawn. She would ask them if they would look after him while she sought out

his mother. Then she would take a leisurely stroll around the estate and

see if she could find Libby.

Monica had no trouble convincing the women to look after Andrew. The women

were somewhat surprised by the toddler's size, but they were glad to look

after Libby's retarded son. At least that was what Monica had led them to

believe. They had met Libby through one of her charity works and had never

met her son. Andrew was too embarrassed to contradict her version of the

story. When the women noticed that he had wet the back of his sleeper, they

insisted on removing it on the spot and letting him play on the grass in

his diapers. They were sorry that they didn't have any diapers to fit him

and told Monica to hurry and find his mother before he developed a bad case

of diaper rash. Monica decided to herself that she would make sure it was a

long leisurely stroll. She wanted Andrew to suffer for what he had done to

her. She gave them Andrew's full bottle of formula and told them that his

mother expected him to finish it before she got back. She told them that he

had a bad case of diarrhea and that his mother was concerned about his

fluid loss. They promised to see that he drank the bottle forthwith. Then

she sauntered off to look for Libby. She wasn't in any hurry as she left.

Andrew lay in the grass with his feet in the air sucking on the third

bottle in the shade of one of the cabanas. Diapered babies crept around him

and cooed happily as they played. The warm air seemed to caress his skin

softly as he sucked contentedly on the nipple. One of the mothers nearby

was holding her babe in her arms and was softly crooning a lullaby to her

infant. The smell of baby powder surrounded him and almost covered the odor

from his dirty diaper. He was so comfortable he wanted to groan in

pleasure. He couldn't remember ever liking milk as much as this before.

There was something elusive about the favor that made him feel secure and

comfortable. His stomach wrapped itself around the milk and sent happy

signals back to his brain. He wasn't quite full, but he was beginning to

approach satiety. Once he finished the bottle of formula, he would be full.

His mind drifted as the thin, rich formula slid sweetly down his throat and

gave him odd images of sucking on women's breasts. Strangely, he felt

happy. Despite all the humiliations he had suffered in the past hour, he

was content. He sucked on the nipple sleepily and let the sensations return

him to the warmth and contentment of infancy. His conscious mind was lulled

into the comfortable darkness of oblivion; he slipped into a fugue never

noticing the change in his consciousness.

As he drank, he peed again. The pacifier flopped loosely around his neck on

its ribbon. The mother who had undressed him had unpinned it from the

breast of his sleeper and hung it around his neck. His sleeper lay spread

out close to him in the sun airing out and being sterilized by the sun's

ultraviolet rays.

The mothers commented that he looked just like one of their own babies. One

of the younger women present said it was a shame that he was retarded, Andy

looked like such a nice boy. She told the others that she felt sorry for

Libby, it must be difficult to take care of a baby that big. The eldest

woman said that she would rather take care of a superannuated toddler than

deal with a son who was a criminal and that she'd gladly trade her son for

Libby's. She explained that her son had joined a gang at school and had

gotten mixed up with a driveby shooting. When he was arrested as an

accessory to murder, the police had found heroin in his room. They had

almost had their house seized by the police as criminal property in a drug

case. Her son was now doing time in the penitentiary for murder and

possession of heroin. Her son's lawyers had taken her husband and her their

life savings to pay for his defense. She told them bitterly that she wished

her son had taken a fall in childhood and had never gotten out of diapers

rather than grow up to become a drug-using murderer. Everyone become silent

at the vehemence of the hurt mother's curse. They looked at Andrew and said

how adorable he looked nursing on his bottle and agreed that there were

worst things than having to take care of a giant baby who acted as sweet as

Andy did.

Half an hour later, Monica found Libby. Libby asked Monica where Andy was

and she told her that she had left him in the care of the group of mothers.

Libby chuckled when she heard the news. She was sure that he had wet and

pooped his diaper by then and she could imagine the response of the mothers

to his filthy diaper. She wondered if they had put their hands down the

front of his diaper to see if he was wet or pulled the back of his diaper

back to see if he had pooped in it. Andrew would have been humiliated if a

stranger had treated him like that. She wondered if he was having a good

time crawling around the lawn in his diapers with the other babies. Libby

wished she had brought her camera outside so she could have gotten a

picture of him with the babies. It would make it easier for her to control

him if he ever misbehaved again. All she would have to do is drop the photo

in his lap and remind him that he wasn't too old to be put back in diapers

again.

She decided that she would find them and put her errant son to bed after

changing him into a clean diaper. She didn't want to put up with his

whimpering all night if he got diaper rash. Besides, it was nearly one

o'clock and time for his nap. She wanted him to get on a baby's schedule as

soon as possible. She had broken his will fairly quickly by humiliating

him, but she knew that if he recovered from the shock of what she had done

to him, he could be difficult to handle. Libby wanted to nip any tendency

to rebel in the bud as quickly as possible. She got directions from Monica

and asked her to meet them in the nursery in ten minutes. Monica agreed so

she wouldn't miss the fun of humiliating Andy one final time before he was

put to bed.

Libby walked over to the spot where Monica had told her that the mothers

were sitting. The cabanas made an effective beacon of baby care for her to

spot. She found Andy lying on his back in the grass sucking the last of his

bottle under the cabana. His pacifier had nestled itself in the hollow of

his throat. The nipple was dry, so he must have been sucking on the bottle

since he had arrived. A large yellow stain covered the inside of his

plastic pants. It was obvious that he had soaked his diapers thoroughly.

She bent over him to talk to him and saw that his eyes were closed in

enjoyment of his bottle. "He must really like the taste of goat's milk,"

she thought to herself, "I wish I had thought of giving him goat's milk

when he was a child. I wouldn't have had so many problems getting him to

drink his milk if I had done that."

She softly cooed to him, "Andy! Andy, baby! Open your eyes, Honey. It's

time to get up. Mommy is going to take you inside now. It's time for your

nap. Open your eyes, Honey! It's time to go nite-nite!"

Andy opened his eyes and looked up at his mother in confusion. Suddenly he

couldn't remember how old he was. He had a memory of a time when he didn't

have to take naps in the afternoon, but that life seemed so hazy to him

now. He wore diapers and used them like a baby. He drank from a baby

bottle, therefore he must be a baby. Babies took naps in the afternoon, so

he must too. Quod erat demonstrandum.

He waved his feet in the air and smiled as he looked up at his mommy. It

felt good to have a Mommy. She would change his dirty dydee and tuck him in

his crib. Andy was feeling sleepy, the medication had several hours to run

and only the excitement had kept him awake. He greeted her with a loud,

"Ma-ma!"

Libby was shocked by his infantile greeting. Evidently, Andy's regression

had been more complete than she had imagined. She shrugged and bent over to

give him a hand getting up, he looked so helpless lying there on his back.

It wouldn't do any good to get upset with him over it. She told herself

that she hoped he would be okay in an hour or two, but she secretly wished

that she had her baby boy back again to cuddle and pamper. She had felt so

complete when he was a baby. Life just wasn't as satisfying without having

a little baby to take care of. It was too bad that her husband had died

before they were able to have another baby. Having a baby to love and

comfort would have made her husband's death easier for her to take. Libby

looked on the eminent departure of her children with real regret. She would

never have another baby of her own to care for again. The thought made her

feel lonely and unneeded. She had become involved with charities to try and

distract her from her loneliness, but it wasn't the same as having a

laughing babe in her arms. The sight of all the happy babies crawling

around the grass made her heartsick. She wanted a baby so badly and all

that she had was an immature teenaged boy who had gotten himself put back

in diapers for his misdeeds.

He yawned as Libby helped him to his feet, taking the nearly empty bottle

from his hand so he wouldn't drop it on the lawn. She slipped it into her

pocket as she bent over and folded his still wet sleeper into a loose

bundle and carried it in her free hand. The soggy diaper drooped

dangerously on his hips, threatening to fall down at any minute. "He must

have peed two quarts of urine into the diaper," Libby thought as she helped

him waddle to the house. His pacifier bounced on his chest with every step

making counterpoint to the loud rustling of his plastic pants. Andy waved

at his friends as they passed. He couldn't remember their names but their

faces seemed familiar to him. He was a happy toddler and wanted to spread

his joy around as widely as possible. He couldn't understand how every male

he waved to turned his head away as soon as they saw him. The women didn't

act like that, they smiled as he waved and some of them even waved back.

They were pleased that justice had been done and the errant teenager had

been put in his place.

A pimply-faced teenaged boy called out as Andrew passed, "What's that I see

on the front of his diaper? Is that a yellow stain? It is! Look everybody,

the big baby's peed in his diapers!"

The crowd broke out in smiles and there were scattered japes from around

the lawn. The pockmarked boy grinned at his ridicule's success and

continued, "Look! He pooped in his diaper too!"

Some of the younger members of the audience began cheering boisterously and

clapped in approval. Andrew grinned back at their smiles and waved back at

the children. His infant subconscious understood dimly that they were

clapping for him and was pleased by all the attention it was getting. He

grinned at his mother and they passed into the house without incident.

Monica was waiting in the nursery for them when they arrived. Libby smiled

at Monica as she entered the room and said, "I'm glad to see that you

decided to come. I'm afraid that Andy has made quite a mess in his dydee

and I'm going to need all the help I'm can get."

Monica grinned sardonically at Andrew and said, "Did Mommy' little baby

make a poopy in his dydee? Don't worry baby, Monica will help your Mommy

get you cleaned up and into a nice, comfy dydee."

Andrew looked at her and said with a grave expression, "Caaaa!"

"What?", said Monica, looking confused at Andrew's reaction to her taunt.

"I don't think he understood what you said. Something happened to him while

he was outside with those mothers and their babies. I'm not sure, but I

believe he thinks he's a baby. At least that's the way he's acting," his

mother told her.

Monica looked disappointed as Libby wrestled Andrew up on the bed and got

him to lay down. If he had become an infant psychologically, he wouldn't

understand anything she said to him. She wasn't going to be able to

humiliate him as she'd planned. It looked like it wasn't going to be as

much fun as she hoped it would be when she told Libby that she'd help her

get him tucked in. "Oh, well," she shrugged to herself mentally, "Maybe

this is only a temporary condition and I'll be able to make fun of him

later."

Libby looked down at her son and said, "We're going to have to put

something under him to keep him from making a mess on the bed when we

change him. I think there's a box of plastic lawn and leaf bags in the

pantry. Will you watch him for me while I go and get them?"

"Certainly, Libby," Monica agreed. Libby turned and left the room quickly.

His pants were leaky and she didn't have much time before he started making

a spots on the sheet. Andrew lay quietly on the bed and played with the

tips of his fingers, making tiny infant noises and generally having a good

time with himself. Libby returned quickly with the box of lawn and leaf

bags in her hand and a plastic lined bathroom can in the other. She put the

box on the dresser and set the garbage can she had brought by the bed and

began unloading it. She took the wet washcloth from the bathroom that she

had hung on the inside edge of the garbage pail and draped it over the foot

of the bed. Then she removed a roll of toilet paper she had gotten and laid

it on the bed before she went to the dresser and picked up the box of

garbage bags. His mother took one out, then returned to were she was

standing before she left the room. Andrew was having the time of his life

laying on the bed and cooing to himself. His knees were drawn up and he was

kicking his legs up idly.

"Lay your legs down and spread them, Honey," Libby told her son.

Andrew ignored her. He lay on his back with his legs in the air, waving

them around aimlessly as he had earlier when he was with Monica. Andrew was

blowing bubbles with his lips and didn't seem to have heard his mother tell

him to put his legs down. Libby said to the young woman, "Could you give me

a hand, Monica? He's not going to be of much help."

Monica moved to the side of the bed and prepared herself for the worst. The

stench that emanated from his diapers seemed to have filled the room before

they even took off his plastic pants. She couldn't imagine what the smell

would be like once they got his diapers off. Libby held Andrew by the soles

of his feet so Monica could grab them. Monica put her arm under his knees

and leaned into him, pulling his legs back to his chest and arching his

back. Libby lay the bag flat on the bed and slid the garbage bag under his

plastic pants as far as it would go. Then Libby put one hand on either side

of the elastic band of his pants and pulled them over his diapers with a

single movement. Once she had gotten them up to Monica's arm, she released

his waterproof pants and grasped the soles of his feet again so Monica

could slip them down to his ankles. Monica slid them the rest of the way

down to his feet and the both of them worked them over his feet. "Whew!",

said Monica, making a face at the awful smell that had been released by

removing his pants, "He sure is stinky."

Monica switched places with Libby and held his feet for her while she

unpinned his diapers. When Libby pulled thee diaper down between his legs,

Andrew started peeing again. "Watch it!," Monica yelled, "He's going to pee

all over you."

Libby hastily threw the loose diaper over his penis and waited until he had

emptied himself again. She shook her head and said with a grin, "I should

have known. He used to do that all the time when he was a baby. Let's just

wait a minute until he finishes peeing."

She waited for a moment and then began again. Monica pushed his feet apart

as far as she could so Libby could get a quick look at his mess before she

started. He was a mess. The poop had gotten between his legs and smeared

itself all over the insides of his legs. Monica was glad that his mother

had shaved him before she had put him in diapers. She didn't relish the

though of having to clean the mess out of his pubic hair. It was going to

be relatively easy to wipe the muck off of his skin, the wet diaper had

kept the poop moist and it hadn't been able to dry on him. Libby got the

toilet paper on the dresser and began cleaning the parts that she could

see. She threw the dirty toilet paper in the garbage can she had brought

and continued until his front was clean again. After a few quick wipes with

the washcloth, Andrew's crotch was clean again. They rolled Andrew over to

his side where Libby could clean his bottom. His mother worked quickly and

when she was done, she got the jar of vaseline from the dresser and put a

thick coating between his cheeks before she folded the dirty diapers and

removed them. Then she went to the dresser and got out three more diapers.

She returned and placed them under his bottom and they rolled him back on

top of them. Andrew chortled and cooed adorably as his mother began the

process of getting him rediapered. Monica moved to the head of the bed and

looked down at her ex-boyfriend.

He looked up at her and smiled so charmingly that she smiled back at him in

spite of herself. Then he put his lips together and blew a long, noisy

raspberry. Andrew chortled in delight at the sound he made and put his

thumb in his mouth and began to suck. Monica felt her heart melting at the

sight of the huge infant that lay before her so innocently. Whatever the

near-adult Andrew might have done, baby Andy was blameless. A tiny trickle

of drool escaped the corner of his mouth and ran down the side of his chin

as he avidly worked the muscles of his cheeks. Monica tenderly took a

corner of the pillow cover and wiped the drool from his face. He took his

thumb out of his mouth and clumsily tried to grasp her hand with a pleasant

sounding little coo. A bubble formed on his lips and he was momentarily

distracted by the object's shiny iridescence. He rolled his eyes down to

watch it and solemnly blew more air into the bubble until it burst. Andrew

chuckled happily at his success in manipulating the object, looking just

like a eight month baby she had once babysat. It was such a convincing

performance that Monica forgot for a moment what he had done and began to

fall in love with the baby he had become. When he took her hand and began

nursing on her fingers, Monica felt her anger toward him softening into

maternal feelings. This wasn't the ex-boyfriend who had played the cruel

joke on her, this was an innocent infant!

Libby had finished pinning Andrew into his diapers and asked Monica, "Could

you lift his legs for me again please, Dear?"

Monica resumed her former position at the bedside and helped Libby put the

clean protective pants over his feet. They pulled the pants up his legs

until they cleared his knees, then Libby grasped the soles of his feet and

lifted so Monica could get her arm beneath his knees. Monica drew his knees

up and toward his chest, pausing so Libby could move to the side of the bed

opposite her and tug the pants down to his diaper. Then she put her back

into it and pushed on his knees until they touched his chest. Libby quickly

pulled the pants over the diaper and said, "Hold on to him while I get the

elastic tucked around the diaper in back. I can't stop all the leaks, but I

want to hold them to a minimum. He's going to have very messy diapers for

the next few days and I don't want him to get the mess all over the sheets.

Stale pee is bad enough. Diarrhea is another matter!"

Monica held him while she tucked the elastic in around the diaper in back.

Then Monica released his legs slowly and let them rest on the bed again so

Libby could finish tucking in the elastic over the top of the diaper at his

front and sides. Libby paused for a moment to catch her breath after she

had finished diapering him and wiped the sweat from her brow. She turned to

Monica and said, "It was so easy to change him when he was a baby that I

never thought it would be such a chore. If he remains this way for long,

I'm going to have to get some side snap panties for him. When his father,

God rest his soul, was sick, the antineoplastic drugs he was given for the

cancer gave him diarrhea so I bought these briefs instead of the side

snapped ones. These are much better at containing the mess than the snapped

type. His father was able to give me a little help with dressing until

nearly the end. When he became too weak to help me, he had lost so much

weight that I didn't have any problems lifting him by myself to put him in

his briefs. I hope poor Andy doesn't get any younger than this or I might

have to consider hiring a nurse to help me. He seems to be regressing more

with every minute. When I brought him into the house, he acted like a

toddler. Now he's behaving so much like an infant, that I'm not sure he

could walk if we took him out of bed. Well, we'll just have to see what

develops. Who knows? This might be temporary. He might be fine after his

nap. Let's get him tucked in and let him get some sleep. Then I'll get some

clean panties for you from June's room. I'm sure she won't mind, she

already told you she would be happy to give you a pair. I'd give you one of

mine, but I'm afraid they wouldn't fit you. We're about the same height and

weight, but I'm broader across the hips than you are. Having two babies

does that to your hips, you know."

They got on either side of his bed and drew the comforter up to Andrew's

chest. Then the two of them worked their way around his body, tucking in

the comforter so that he wouldn't become chilled. Andrew appeared to enjoy

the treatment. He snuggled down in the bed comfortably and sucked his thumb

amiably until they were finished. Together, Libby and Monica raised the

rails on either side of the bed. Once the rail of her side of the bed had

clicked into place, Libby moved to the head of the bed and bent over her

son. She brushed his short locks from his forehead and gave him a motherly

kiss to send him off to sleep. When she finished, Monica kissed him

goodnight on his forehead as well. He was such an adorable baby that she

couldn't resist the impulse. He shut his eyes immediately and was softly

snoring by the time they reached the door and closed it behind them.

Andy had slept for an hour when his sister came in the room to torment him.

She didn't notice that the connecting door to the master bedroom was ajar

and Libby was sitting at her dressing table repairing the damage the wind

had done to her hair. Monica was standing by Libby's bed trying to get

June's panties adjusted so they wouldn't pinch. June's panties were a

little too small for her and had become uncomfortable after walking around

the estate. June shook her brother awake and said, "Andy? Andy, can you

hear me?"

He opened eyes that were filled with hatred for her. He had recovered from

his fugue and was in a decidedly foul mood. "What'd want, June? Isn't

enough that I'm forced to drink from baby bottles and wear diapers like a

baby? Or did you come here to gloat over me?", he asked in a surly tone.

June smiled at his questions, but decided to leave them unanswered. Andrew

was right of course, she had come to gloat over his fate. "I just wanted to

see how my baby brother was doing," June answered innocently.

"Don't put on that innocent act with me, you bitch!", Andrew said in a low

voice, "I know it was you that put the castor oil in Monica's punch. The

only thing I can't figure out is why you did it. I can understand why you

wanted me to get the blame, but why did you pick Monica as your victim?

She's never done anything to you!"

"She's your girlfriend, Silly! Or at least she was your girlfriend. I

imagine she's found a new boyfriend by now. I noticed her standing with all

your friends earlier. She's probably already picked out a new one already,"

June said with a creamy look of satisfaction at results of her work.

"You fucking bitch!", Andrew swore, "I know the way you think. That isn't

the only reason. It probably wasn't the reason at all, come to think of it.

You don't plan out things that deeply. There must be another reason you did

it. I believe that you were pleased with the results, but I think you had

another reason."

"I can so think deeply!", June yelled, stamping her foot. She grinned

evilly and said, "But you're right, there was another reason. You see, I

didn't like Monica's dress."

"What? You didn't like her dress? What kind of lame reason is that to

poison someone? I always knew you were a simpleton!", Andrew exclaimed.

"I am NOT a simpleton!", she replied angrily. She looked at Andrew's diaper

and smiled saying, "I'm not the one who waved to all the people at the

party while his Mommy took him to the nursery to get his diaper changed.

You should have seen yourself out there. There you were waddling across the

lawn in diapers that were so soggy that they were falling off your hiney.

No one could miss what you had done in them. There were big brown stains in

the rear and another big yellow one in front. You were a sight! If that

wasn't enough to tell them, you stank! Your dirty dydees positively reeked

all over the place. Everyone commented on how stinky you were. But YOU

never noticed! You walked across the lawn like you had never heard of

toilet training, waving your free hand at everyone you saw and holding on

to your Mommy's hand with the other. You looked so sweet with your pacifier

hung around your neck. What happened to you out there? Did you enjoy what

had happened to you so much that you forgot you're eighteen? If so, your

going to love what Mommy has planned for you. She told me that she plans to

put you on a diet of baby food. Won't that be nice? All you'll get to eat

from now on will be formula and baby food. That will teach you to switch

salt for the sugar in the sugar container. It made my coffee taste

wretched. You knew mother wouldn't put sugar in her coffee. She only uses

Sweet and Low. Why did you do it?"

"I wanted to see the expression on your face when you drank it," Andrew

replied honestly, "You never answered my question. Why did you do it?"

"Because her dress was prettier than mine, that's why!", she responded.

"That's it? You gave her castor oil because her dress was prettier? You ARE

lame!", he exclaimed.

"She had no right to be prettier looking than me. It was MY birthday party!

It was rude of her!", June said defensively.

"Just wait until Mom hears this. You think that I was punished. I'm only

going to have to wear these diapers until the laxatives wear off. I'll tell

my friends that I was hypnotized and that I wasn't responsible for my

actions. Once Monica finds out it was you, she'll forgive me and everything

will go back to normal. I'd hate to be in your shoes when Mom finds out.

You may never get out of diapers," he replied.

"And just how is Mother going to find out about it? It won't be you. Mother

told me that she plans to make you start talking like an infant. All you'll

be allowed to do is gurgle and coo like a baby. She won't let you tell her,

because she won't listen," she gloated.

"She'll listen to this," Andrew said in a deadly tone, "She won't like how

you've made a fool of her. Like I said, I'd hate to be in your shoes when

she finds out."

"You're not going to able to talk to anybody. You're a baby! I'm going to

make sure that you can't tell her," she said reaching into her pocket and

taking out a piece of paper.

"And just what do you think you're going to do with that?", he taunted her.

"I'm going to pray," she replied and squeezed her eyelids so tightly that

her eyes began to water. She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and

rubbed the face of the ring in the wetness on her hand. Then she began

chanting syllables of the Babylonian prayer that was printed on the paper.

"Dolt!", Andrew replied derisively.

The room darkened as she spoke the ancient rite asking the assistance of

the Babylonian Goddess. Shadows danced around as if the room was being

illuminated from several light sources at once. The room filled with blue

smoke which gathered over Andrew's bed and coalesced into an impenetrable

cobalt-blue fog. The sounds of Andrew's curses came from the cloud and

slowly reduced in volume until they were only the soft whimpers of an

infant in distress. As the cloud dissipated into a light mist June saw that

Andrew had been changed into a baby. She walked over to the bed and began

laughing when she saw his reaction to his transmorgification into infancy.

Andrew lay on his back in his hopelessly oversized diapers and plastic

pants, shaking his fists impotently at his sister while making angry

gurgling noises. She grinned down at him and said, "Now you can tell mother

anything you like, Andy. I told you mother wouldn't be able to understand

you. There's one thing I forgot to tell anyone about the ring, Andy. It

doesn't just make someone younger. It stops them from ever aging. Whoever

gets changed, get changed forever. Your never going to be any older, Andy.

You're going to be a little baby forever and ever. Won't that be something,

Andy? You going to have to wear diapers for the rest of your life."

Andrew tried as hard as he could to make himself understood. He enunciated

his curses as carefully as he could, but all that came out was angry

gibberish. His sister had won. He was going to be a baby for the rest of

his life. The worst part of it was that his mind was still intact. He would

be painfully aware of all the things he had lost in the transformation to

babyhood. There would be no girlfriends, no quiet nights on the beach in a

woman's arms, no football games, no spicy food, and no beer. The best he

could hope for now was to be held in his Mommy's arms while she fed him his

bottle and to get his diapers changed when he peed or pooped in them. He

screwed up his face and began to wail.

Libby coughed loudly and said, "I think I've heard enough, June."

June jerked and snapped her head around to see her mother standing in the

connecting door between the master bedroom and the nursery. Libby walked

over to the bed and said, "There, there little one, it'll be alright.

Mommy's sorry for what she did to you. She should have known you were

innocent. You'd never played a prank on anyone but June before. If I had

thought about it, I would have realized that you loved your girlfriend too

much to do anything like that to her."

She looked down at her infant son and saw that the top of the pants was

around his chest at armpit level and his legs were still sticking through

the leg holes of the plastic pants. He looked like he did when he was nine

months old. Libby turned to her daughter and said, "Let's have it, June."

"Have what?", she asked innocently.

"The ring, June. Let me have the ring on your finger," her mother demanded

quietly.

"Now, June. Before I come over and rip your finger off your hand," came the

voice of Monica from behind June.

June looked behind her and saw that Monica must have been the master

bedroom too. Monica started coming for her and she twisted the ring off in

panic and threw it at her mother. The paper with the prayer fell out of her

pocket and fluttered to the floor unnoticed. "Take it! Take the damn thing,

Mother," she said disgustedly.

Her mother caught it in one hand easily and said, "You've been very, very

naughty, June. What am I going to do with you? You put castor oil in

Monica's drink because she was dressed better than you at the party. What

would you do if someone really made you angry? Put rat poison in their

food? You're dangerous, June. Too dangerous to be allowed to run around

loose. You're ill, June. Do you understand? You're a sociopath. You have no

conscience. You stood by and let me humiliate your brother until he broke

under the strain and started behaving like a toddler. Instead of coming to

his bedside and begging his forgiveness, you chose to stand over him and

gloat about your petty victory."

Libby bent down and picked up the paper, then picked up her infant son and

held his naked body close to her breast with one hand. She kissed Andrew's

forehead and a single tear formed in her eye and rolled down her cheek. She

caught it with her finger and rubbed it into the surface of the ring,

saying, "This is for Andy, June", and then she began to chant.

June looked incredulous at first, then her expression turned into horror as

she saw her mother begin the prayer. She began screaming, "No

mother!...Noooo!...Stop!...I'm sorry! I'll be good! Please mommy...."

The fog reappeared quickly, gathering about her feet and hiding them from

view. She rushed to her mother's side , hoping to snatch the prayer from

her hand. Just as she reached Libby, the short prayer was completed. June

fell against her mother in a futile attempt to stave off the fate that

awaited her. Libby dropped the paper to the ground as June tried to hug her

for protection against the Goddess's wrath. Monica saw a swirl of fog

envelop the two of them in a cloud of pure blue before they disappeared

from sight.

Within the fog, June was changing rapidly. Her height diminished as if a

giant hand were telescoping her body into itself. June felt like she was

being lowered into a hole in the floor. She had begun as tall as her mother

and in a few seconds, her mother's bosom was at eye level. June's bust

seemed to melt against her mother's body, they shrunk from a "D" cup to an

"A" in seconds and then flattened into a preadolescent condition. As June's

chest diminished, the skin-tight jeans on her legs grew loose and bunched

up at the cuffs. Tears of terror ran down June's cheeks as she continued to

become younger. Her eyes and mouth opened wide and she screamed soundlessly

in hysteria. June's hands slipped helplessly down Libby's sides until she

was clutching at her mother's hips instead of her shoulders. Libby looked

down at her youthening daughter and put her hand on her head to comfort

her. There was nothing she could do for June, June had brought her fate

down on herself.

June's jeans and panties fell down, leaving her diminishing frame covered

only by the blouse that had been tightly tied around her bust. Libby

reached over June's head and grasped the shapeless blouse by the back of

the neck, pulling it over her head and up June's arms. Libby gave a small

tug and the blouse was free, causing June's hands to be pulled loose from

the security of her mother's body. June fell backwards on her bottom with a

dull thump in the heap of clothes at her mother's feet. She tried to clutch

at her mother's legs, but Libby stepped back to stay out of her reach. June

espied her hands and drew them back to look at them in horror. They weren't

her hands anymore, they were the chubby hands of a toddler. June tied to

scream in rage at her mother, but all that came out was an enraged infant's

jabber. She wailed in frustration as the cloud began to dissipate. Libby

tossed June's blouse on the heap of clothes that her daughter sat on,

entangling June in its twists and folds.

When the blue mist cleared, a Baby June screamed incontinently on the floor

swaddled in her clothes. She drummed her small heels against the wooden

floor angrily as she began helplessly peeing all over her sexiest outfit.

Libby looked down on her and said with a mother's smile, "Don't worry about

wetting on your clothes, Dear. A little baby pee will wash out easily. I

was going to give them to charity anyway. They're much too big for you now.

I'll find something that's more appropriate for you to wear. I didn't like

those clothes anyway, they made you look like a common prostitute!"

June yelled in anger at her mother's plans for her wardrobe. "How could she

do this to me?", June thought in panic, "What will all my friends say when

they see me like this? What will my boyfriends say? Doesn't mother

understand what she's done? Doesn't she know that the change is permanent?"

Her mother continued as June screamed her frustration, "June is never going

to be naughty again. She's going to be Mommy's sweet little baby girl

forever! Mommy will dress her up in the cutest little baby dresses she can

find."

June screamed in rage when she realized that her mother had known exactly

what she had done. Her mother clucked her tongue and said in the most

soothing maternal tones she could manage, "Don't you want to look adorable

for your Mommy? You spent hundreds of dollars on outfits to please your

boyfriends. Surely you don't mind if Mommy spends a little more on clothes

that show off what a pretty little baby you are!"

June screams of rage gave way to tears of frustration as she realized that

she was trapped forever in a baby's body. Libby voice dripped with sarcasm

as she said, "Poor little girl! At least you've gotten something out of

this. Remember all the money you spent on lotions to make your skin baby

soft? Well...Now your skin is as soft as a baby's bottom and you won't have

to do anything to keep it that way. Mommy will take care of everything.

She'll massage her baby girl's skin with baby lotion every day so Mommy's

baby will stay as soft and cuddly as she is right now. Mommy will take her

little girl out and buy a whole new wardrobe for her. Won't that be nice?

You always enjoyed it when Mommy took you clothes shopping in the past. Now

June won't even have to walk around with her Mommy in the Mall.

Mommy will buy a twin stroller so she can sit next to her baby brother

while Mommy pushes them all over the Mall. She'll pack a diaper bag with

everything her babies need for the trip and put it right behind them on the

stroller so it will be ready for emergencies. If you or baby Andy get

thirsty there'll be a bottle just waiting for you in the bag. You won't

need to tell Mommy that you need to pee-pee or poo-poo, you'll be wearing

diapers. If you make a mess in them, Mommy will take you to the little

girl's room where they have changing tables for babies. Mommy will change

her darling little girl while all the women shoppers look on.

Mommy will take you to that new restaurant at the Mall that you've been

asking to go to all week. I'll take you out of your stroller at put you in

a high chair so you can eat your lunch. It's too bad you won't be able to

eat any of their rich food. Babies shouldn't eat rich adult foods, it's not

healthy. I'll put some nice, soft, easy-to-swallow pureed vegetables like

carrots, peas and squash in your diaper bag. While they're cooking Mommy's

lunch, she'll tie a bib around your neck and spoon feed you and your baby

brother your lunch. She'll have the kitchen warm your bottle of formula

while you're eating. When you've finished eating, mommy will give you your

bottle so she can eat her own lunch. I think I'll have the Fettuccine

Alfredo you've been raving about. Then Mommy will take you to the new baby

store that just opened up at the Mall. You can sit in your stroller and

suck on your pacifier while Mommy goes through the racks and picks out the

sweetest, most adorable clothes she can find for you. For sleeping, Mommy

will get several sets of soft flannel sleepers for you. Don't worry,

everything Mommy will buy will have your comfort in mind. She'll buy you

nice cushy baby clothes that won't chafe baby's tender skin. Mommy can't

have her baby girl getting rashes, can she? Right now though, Mommy has to

find some clothes for you to wear until she can take you shopping. Mommy

will find something that's soft, comfortable,......"

Her mother looked at the growing puddle of pee on the jeans underneath

June's bottom and finished with a chuckle, "....absorbent and WATERPROOF!"

June started to scream again in outrage but was cut off in mid-yell as a

long fart escaped her behind. Andy giggled in his mother's arms and the two

women stared down at the tot on the floor in amusement. June was mortified.

Her face blushed a deep crimson and then flushed from involuntary exertion

as her muscles began pushing a large mass of poop out of her bottom. She

struggled to clench her anal sphincter, but her body betrayed her wishes

and continued to expel the soft curds. A moment later, she was sitting in a

pile of baby poop, kicking her legs helplessly as pee streamed between her

legs into the mess on her clothes, completing their ruin.

Libby couldn't resist one last gibe to punish her errant daughter before

she cast her forever into the role of a baby, "See, baby girl? Mommy was

right! You do need something absorbent and waterproof! Look at what you've

done to your expensive clothes! You made poo-poo and pee-pee all over them!

What will all your friends think when Mommy tells them that she had to

throw your expensive clothes away because you pooped on them? I'm afraid

that Mommy doesn't have any choice. Mommy's going to have to get some nice,

thick diapers for her baby girl!"

Libby turned to Monica and said as June's wailing died down to feeble

whimpers of despair, "Could you go find one of those mothers and ask them

if I could borrow two diapers, Monica? I have two nine month old babies

that are going to need something to wear when they go to sleep. I think

it's time for little June's nap, she's had a difficult day. Having your

seventeenth birthday party is so hard on you when you're only nine months

old."

Libby giggled like a schoolgirl over her joke and Monica followed suit.

When Monica's chuckles had died down, she told Libby, "I hope she enjoyed

her birthday party. Since she's not going to get any older, it's going to

be her last."

Libby looked surprised and said, "I hadn't thought of that!" She looked

down at her daughter and said with mock sorrow, "Poor baby! This'll be the

last birthday you'll ever have! Don't worry, Honey. Mommy will make sure

you get a chance to say goodbye to all your guests before they leave. Mommy

will hold you in her arms so they can get a good look at you. Everyone will

see what an adorable baby you make. Mommy will even let your boyfriend hold

you in his arms one last time before he leaves. Maybe Mommy will let him

give you your afternoon bottle. Won't that be nice? Mommy is sure that her

baby girl will enjoy that. Just think of it, he'll hold your sweet little

body close to his big, manly chest and hold the bottle for you while you

nurse on the nipple. You'll feel so secure with his big hand wrapped around

your little diapered tush. When you've finished your formula, he'll hold

you next to his shoulder and burp you. You'll pass a sweet little baby burp

and everyone will laugh at how charming you are as a baby. We'll all have a

wonderful time! First though, it's time for Mommy's baby to take her nap so

she won't be cranky when Mommy brings her down to say goodbye."

Libby bent down to pat the top of June's head in the patronizing way that

mothers have with their small children and said condescendingly, "Happy

birthday, June!"

Monica laughed cruelly and Libby found it impossible to keep from joining

in with chuckles of her own. She was still furious with what June had done

to Monica and Andrew and wanted her to know it.

Finally the mirth subsided and Libby continued more soberly, "It wouldn't

hurt for little Andy to get some more sleep too. I'll have the butler send

the cook out to get some diapers and baby food after the party." She

grinned and added, "I'll have her stock up on goat's milk too. It looks

like we're going to need a lot of it."

"Certainly, Libby," Monica replied, "I was wondering....."

"What is it, Honey?", answered Libby distractedly as she put her finger

next to Andrew's cheek and stroked it with her fingertip. Andrew

immediately turned his head and began to suckle her finger.

Monica looked humble and said, "I was wondering if you'd let me come over

and babysit Andy for you. I feel so badly about what happened to him. I

know it's not my fault, but I feel badly all the same. I feel like somehow

I might make him feel better if I came over and held him the way I used to.

You know, hold his head to my breast and...."

"Let him suckle your titties?", Libby said with a wry grin.

"How did you know that?", Monica said in shock.

"A mother knows these things," she said still grinning, "My son wa