What's Happening

Chapter 1
What's Happening?

Chapter 1: Awake

My eyes opened wide in the pitch darkness of the room. i couldn’t see anything. i didn’t know why i had awoken. i squirmed around on my back. When i lifted my hands to my eyes, cloth mittens rub against my face. i tried to roll over, but the tucked in parts of my blankie on each side kept interfering with my attempts to roll over onto my stomach. i could feel the plastic-covered padding on my rear end slide on the crib sheet as i tried to maneuver my body free from my blankie. As i writhed in an attempt to free myself from the confines of my blankie, i heard the high-pitched snapping and crinkling sound of what must have been a waterproof plastic sheet beneath the cover sheet on the mattress of my crib. i moved my legs around, my toes wiggling uselessly within the confines of the feet of the cozy flannel-footed sleeper. After several minutes of squirming, i’m able to free my legs from the soft restraint of the flannelette blanket that had been wrapped around me when i was tucked into bed. i kicked out, hoping to free the rest of my body, but weak kicks of my legs were safely absorbed by the softly-padded, plastic-covered bumpers that lined the sides of my crib.

Suddenly, i felt a sensation of warmth coursing down my pubes to pool around my bottom and realized that i was peeing into a diaper. A moment later, i felt a soft, warm squishy sensation at my rear as my anal sphincter opened and a soft pudding-like mess was expelled into my diaper making my sleeper bulge out as the back of my diaper filled with my poop. i tried to stop it, but the weak muscles of my sphincters refused to answer my commands. The massive bowel movement kept discharging, dumping an extraordinary large load into the back of my diaper. i wiggled, trying to invoke the muscles of my rear into clamping down and stopping the flow that my the peristaltic movement of my rectum had forced from my body. My command to clinch the muscles of my butt failed; they and my brain were too immature for that strategy. I wriggled and squirmed again in discomfort, causing the night soil that I’d excreted to be rubbed into every fold and crevice of my diaper.

After several minutes, i decided that i’d lost control over my body as my diaper was filled with poop against my wishes. i kept wiggling, trying to make room for the soft squishy mass of warmth that continued to issue from my bottom. Soon the back of my diaper had filled to capacity, forcing the pudding-like mess that was still extruding from my behind to be forced further up the back and sides of my diaper.

i lay still, exhausted from the my attempts to try to control my flaccid sphincters and immature muscles. i could feel the front of my diaper become warm as the weak sphincter controlling my bladder gave way and another stream of pee-pee began leaking into the diaper’s absorbent padding. If there was any doubt in my mind that I’d become a baby again, it was erased as i began to smell what i know must be the fetid odor of my poop. Strangely, the odor of my poop had ceased to be objectionable over the past few weeks. The odoriferous smell of a dirty diaper had begun to seem like a homey perfume to me. I vaguely remembered smelling my mother’s pancakes and oven-baked bacon on Sundays as she scrambled eggs and toasted bread for our breakfast. I’ve always associated that smell with home and my mother. Sometime during the past few weeks, I’ve come to associate a sour or soiled diaper with my new mother and how pleasant it felt to have my diaper changed. i couldn’t do anything about my loss of control but accept it. I’d accepted the nursery smells that issued from me as normal....but it wasn’t that way before....before a few months ago... i remembered.

Suddenly i heard voices coming closer from the hallway outside the nursery door. The door opened and the room filled with light from the hallway. i squinted at the light-shrouded shapes which were steeped in the darkness of their own shadows as they stood in the doorway.

Chapter 2: Discovery

One of the shapes put a hand to the wall and the light overhead turned on.

i closed my eyes, shutting out the blinding light from the ceiling fixture.

“See, I told you I was baby-sitting....and by the smell, I think I’ve been neglecting my duties. It’s all because of you, you naughty boy!”, the female voice said with a smirk to the male standing by her side.

“It looks like you have your hands full taking care of him,” was her male companion’s response. I squinted at the two people standing next to the white wooden bars of my crib. The young man’s hands were encircling the older woman’s waist, locking themselves around her into his embrace.

i opened my eyes wide as my eyes became accustomed to the light and i was able to see the people who hovered above the crib. “i’ve got to warn him!”, i thought to myself. i squirmed and opened my mouth to scream my objections to the Heavens, but all i could utter was the consonantless gurgle of nearly toothless infancy.

“No, I’d say the back of baby’s nite-nite dydee is full!”, the woman laughed lightly, as she slowly removed the young man’s arms from her waist, “But then that’s to be expected of a baby who’s barely reached the age of early toddlerhood. He simply can’t control his body’s responses. She looked down at the tubescent condition of the young man’s penis who stood beside her and added with a chuckle, “Just like you can’t!”

“Of course the back of my diaper is full! Can’t you smell it?”, my mind screamed. i gurgled in protest at their silly responses to my needs.

“What’s his name?”, Susan’s companion asked.

“His name is Larry and he just turned twelve-months-old yesterday. He’s my sister’s baby boy,” the woman stated matter-of-factly.

“What do you mean I’m only twelve-months-old? i just turned thirty-six a few days ago!”, my mind screamed again as I looked up at them in bewilderment. I opened my mouth in an attempt to enunciate what I was mentally shouting, but the only sound that passed my lips was a string of unintelligible gaas and goos.

“Well,...Happy Birthday, little fellow! Just think, when you get big and strong like me, you can have a beautiful woman just like this!”, his hands again move around the woman’s waist again.

“Oh Tim, you big tease, you’re just as much trouble as Larry is! Maybe I’ll have to take care of two babies, one small little one as well as a big one!”

“Oh come on Susan, I want to be the only ?Baby’ in your life, I want all of your attention, just like little Larry is getting right now!”

“No you don’t! You don’t want to be a baby! Believe me, you really don’t want to be a baby! I thought so once too, now look at me!”, I raged mentally. i gurgled my protests again to no effect. When i tried to scream in anger, only soft, baby whimpers came out of my mouth.

“Be careful of what you wish for, Tim, you never know when you’ll get what you want!”, Susan replied as she gently disengaged Tim’s encircling arms from around her waist. To distract him, she exclaimed, “Oh Dear, the wipe warmer is empty! Be a good little boy and get that tub of baby wipes from over there on the dresser for me...please?”

“Where’s the dresser?”, Tim asked with a look of helpless male innocence on his face. Like a typical male (or small child), he hadn’t even bothered to look before asking.

Susan chuckled at Tim’s male helplessness and pointed him over to the far corner of the nursery.

“How often do you baby-sit for your sister? It looks like you have a full nursery here!”, asked Tim, as he tried to enfold her in his arms for a third time.

“My sister had to move out of town for business reasons and she’s been gone for a month, trying to get things all arranged and taken care of properly. I told her that I would be more than happy to help out until she’s ready to handle both a baby and as well as her new business!”, Susan said as she firmly grasped Tim’s hands, looked deeply into his eyes and demanded, “Please get the baby wipes, I need to change little Larry first...before I can take care of your needs!”

“Okay, Mommy!”, Tim agreed in a kidding tone as he headed towards the nursery dresser.

My ears could not believe the conversation i was hearing. i strained even harder to scream out my warning to Tim. i only succeeded in making puling noises. Then i started to cry in frustration, sounding just like a real baby. The nightmare was happening all over again!

Chapter 3: Noting A Needed Change

Susan gently pushed the blanket off my body, exposing my blue teddy-bear printed sleeper. i continued to cry, flinging my cotton-mitted hands upwards. Carefully she lifted me into her arms. I grasped at her breasts trying to hold on to anything i could grab.

“There, there, little one! Mommy is going to take good care of you!”, Susan said to me in a singsong motherly tone as she cradled me in her arms.

i felt comfortable, nestled between her arm and breasts. i felt her free hand slowly rubbing my back as she began to carry me away from the crib and across the room. Her hand continued to go up and down my back, pausing slightly when she reached my filthy diaper. She looked down at me with a smile that slowly crept across her lips as she began kneading the bottom of my puffed-out diaper, gently massaging the mess in my diaper around my bottom.

“Oh, Dear! I do believe that you’ve made quite a mess in your little dydees, haven’t you?”, she whispered to me while she kept kneading my diapered rear.

“Well,...that’s okay, because you’re really just a little baby,” she said in a voice loud enough for Tim to hear, then she lowered her level of speech and spoke sotto voce so that her words would sound like sweet maternal murmurs to her baby, “Soon, very soon, you won’t be able to worry about anything.”

“Here’re the baby wipes!”, Tim interrupted, setting the wipes on the table next to Susan.

“Oh dear! I see the baby-sitter forgot to get the diapers out of the dryer. I had to do laundry this afternoon, because little Larry has been going through several changes a day, and he’s gone through his entire supply. Be a darling, please keep an eye on little Larry while I go and get the diapers...please?”, Susan smiled at Tim while fluttering her eyelashes at him in silent promise of good things to come...

“Uh...well, sure I can keep an eye on him....I guess,” Tim agreed hesitantly.

“You’re Mommy’s dear sweet helper, thank you. And remember, as soon as I can get Little Larry taken care of, then I can take care of you! Now hold out your arms.”

i felt Susan transfer me into Tim’s big arms.

“No, no, that’s not the way to hold a baby! Here... take this arm and place it under the baby like this. Use your arm like a cradle!”, Susan explained, as she moved his left arm under my body and placed his right hand right under my very squishy diaper, “There! Just like that! Now just rock him gently in your arms until I get back!”.

“Why can’t he just stay in the crib?”, Tim called after Susan, “I don’t know if I am doing this right... I might hurt the baby...”

“Just imagine that you were in the baby’s place. Think of how you would want to be treated if you were the one being held. You’re doing just fine, I’ll be only a minute,” With that, Susan disappeared from the nursery.

Tim continued to cradle me. i looked up at him. When he looked down at me, his nose wrinkled in disgust. Obviously the reek from my dirty diaper was assaulting his sense of smell.

“My, my! You really are a little stinker, aren’t you?” Tim uttered to me, as he patted my bulging diapered bottom.

“Of course i stink! You would too if you had just shit your britches!”, I rebuked Tim silently. i tried to vocalize what I was thinking, but all i could do was cry. In utter frustration, i used the only avenue of communication left to me; i began to bawl loudly.

“Hey! Little guy, don’t cry! Your auntie will be back real quick and then everything will be okay,” Tim said reassuringly, rocking me furiously in an attempt to make me to stop crying.

His well-meant, but clumsy ploy didn’t work; his frantic rocking just made me wail even more loudly.

“There must be something I can do to stop your crying!”, Tim said with a panicked edge to his voice.

Tim circumnavigated the nursery, still rocking me as he sought a means to silence my screams. When Tim’s eye caught the sight of something on the dresser, immediately strode across the room, still cradling me in his arms. He picked up a blue object with a two-inch plastic ring from the dresser and quickly popped the nipple into my mouth. Tim had found my pacifier.

i stopped crying as the presence of the latex bulb in my mouth caused me to begin suckling immediately. Nursing my pacifier was an instinctive reflex that had been reawakened...only a few months before.

Chapter 4: Pacified

“Whew...That seemed to do the trick!”, Tim exclaimed as he continued to rock me in his arms.

i looked back up into Tim’s blue eyes. i desperately wanted to warn him of the danger he was in, but the pacifier was making me feel placid and content. After a few moments of suckling, the only desire of importance in my Universe was to continue sucking on my pacifier!

“Well, I can see that you do know how to handle a baby!”, Susan giggled as she re-entered the nursery with her arms full of fluffy white diapers.

Susan moved over to the changing table, dumping the diapers onto the white plastic-covered changing pad on the top.

“Well, I didn’t know what to do, he was crying an awful lot. I found his pacifier, put it in his mouth and he went right to work sucking on it,” Tim explained to Susan as he continued to rocking me gently while patting my bottom.

“Larry looks content in your arms. You’re doing a very good job!”, Susan observed as she folded several diapers and placed them onto the diaper shelf above the changing table. “I guess you remembered what it was like to be a baby yourself?”, Susan said as she looked at Tim.

“Well, you wouldn’t have believed it a couple of minutes ago!”, Tim quipped humbly.

“I see you found his favorite toy; his pacifier. That always does the trick for me. Whenever Larry starts to cry, I just give him his little blue Gerber pacifier, and he sucks away to his little heart’s content. I bet that you were the same way when you were a little toddler!”, Susan laughed.

“I guess I was! But I can tell you that I was never a crier! The men in our family were never criers!”, Tim boasted.

“Oh I bet you were, it’s natural for babies to cry, and I would be willing to put you to a test on that!”, Susan smiled back at Tim.

“What do you mean by that? What kind of a test?”, Tim asked.

i looked up at Tim’s face. i could see the puzzled expression on his face. i wanted to warn him not to stay there any longer. i wanted to tell him to get away from there. He should forget he ever met Susan. i wanted to scream that if he did not get out of here, he would end up in just a messy of a diaper as i was in right now. The question was, how could i tell him? i tried squirming around in Tim’s arms, twisting and turning around as much as i could.

Susan observed my movements and said to Tim, “You can lay Larry over here on the changing table. I finished folding the diapers and now I can change the little guy before I put him to bed for the night!” Susan took the remaining diapers and smoothed them out on the changing table, pointing out where she wanted me laid.

Tim carried me over to the changing table and carefully laid me onto the stack of clean diapers that Susan had prepared for me.

“I’ll take over from here...it’ll be only a few minutes,” Susan whispered into Tim’s ear.

“There you go, little guy! You are in good hands now,” Tim said as he patted my stomach.

“You have a way with words, Tim. I like that. You’re right, little Larry is in good hands,” Susan laughed.

i really wanted to scream now, but the pacifier was getting in my way. i tried to spit out the pacifier, but Susan quickly replaced it, attaching a ribbon to it and trying it around the back of my head, trapping the big bulb into my mouth to gag any further attempts on my part to warn Tim. i looked up at Susan, realizing that she knew exactly what i had been trying to do.

“There you go, Baby. The ribbon will keep your binkie from slipping out of your mouth, little one. As soon as I change you, I’ll get you your dinner, and then you will be all set for beddie-bye. Then I can give Tim the attention he deserves,” Susan said as she turned and gave Tim a sly wink.

I knew I had lost my battle to warn Tim about the danger he was in, for the moment. i knew that would find some way to warn him about Susan; I just had to find a way.

i heard metallic clicks as the snaps of my sleeper were pulled apart. Susan exposed the tiny legs of my infant body to the cool air of the nursery. She worked quickly, unfastening the seam at the crotch of my sleeper before she lifted my legs up slightly and removed one foot at a time from the confines of the sleeper’s integral booties. She pulled the sleeper’s legs away from me, working the bottom of the sleeper over my diaper and the front of the garment around my tummy so that I was fully exposed from navel to toes. Next, she removed the cotton mitts from my hands before she sat me up on the changing pad and pulled the sleeper up my back until she was able to work the fabric up my arms and roll it from my hands.

i shivered slightly as i lay nearly naked in the coolness of the nursery. The only warmth that I felt came from within the thoroughly pee-soaked and dirty diaper I wore. While she was changing me, my mind was busy working, trying to think of a way to warn the man standing next to Susan. i had to warn him that things were not what they seemed to be like. If he was not careful, he would soon be under her complete control. The illusory macho image he was projecting would be reduced to the reality of being a helplessly enthralled slave if he didn’t leave before she wove her spell of womanly concern about him as she made him more and more helpless. Instead of getting into her pants, she would turn the tables on him. Once she had him under her thrall, she would rid him of the need for adult pants forever.

After Susan removed my sleeper, she pushed on my chest gently to force me to lay back onto the pad of the changing table. Susan lifted my legs up slightly, grasping the top of the frosted plastic pants that encased my very heavily soiled cloth diaper, then pulled them around my diaper and up my chubby thighs before she freed them from my tiny pudgy feet.

“Tim, could you please put these in the diaper pail to soak for me?”, Susan asked Tim, handing the plastic pants to him.

“Sure,” Tim replied hesitantly before taking the sopping plastic pants between two of his fingers to drop in the covered pail that reeked of eye-watering ammonia the moment he opened the lid.

“Well, little one, it looks like I don’t have to worry about you being constipated. Do I?”, Susan giggled as she patted my diapered rear.

Chapter 5: The Changing

“Where’s the gas mask?”, Tim gasped under the gaseous assault of ammonia coupled with the fetid aroma of baby poop as he dropped the wet plastic pants into the diaper pail beside the changing table, “I think you’ll need it for this job!”

“Oh Tim, don’t be silly! Remember, babies make little smellies!”, she exclaimed, “Besides, the ammonia smell doesn’t come from him, it’s caused by bacteria that metabolized the area in his pee. If he was still on his mommy’s milk, his poopies wouldn’t smell at all. It’s only when you start feeding babies solid food that their poopies begin to stink! I’ll bet that when you were a toddler in diapers, you were a real stinker yourself!”

“Nope, not me. Mom had me toilet trained real fast. She said that I was out of diapers by the time I was a year old. I was a fast learner,” Tim said with conviction.

“Really? My, you poor little thing, you had to grow up fast, didn’t you? You must have gone from dydees and your mommy’s titties to using a potty in the same week! That’s the only way I can think of where a baby boy wouldn’t make smellies in his dydees. That must have been very traumatic. I would bet that you would have enjoyed being in diapers a little bit longer so you could feel the pleasure of having your mommy wash your little tush and massage baby powder into your skin after your bubble bath. You’d have probably liked the feeling of wetting and pooping yourself too! I think your mother was unfair when she didn’t let you experience what it was like to be free of concern with your bladder and bowels, so that you could pay attention to the important things like how much she loved you and how much you enjoyed her touches on your skin and how comforting it was to lie in her arms. Babies love to be fondled and caressed. Of course, I can give you that same attention and care even though you’re a big strapping man, can’t I?” Susan stated as she stared Tim directly in the eyes, then seductively winked again.

Having had her fun with Tim, Susan returned her attentions to removing my sopping wet diaper. One at a time, I felt each side of my warm, wet diaper come loose as her fingers opened the right teddy-bear diaper pin and withdrew the sharp stainless-steel shank of the pin from the fabric, before she repeated the procedure on the left teddy-bear diaper pin.

My mind drifted back to a few months ago. i remember when i observed this very same scene, only I was standing right beside Susan, my arms encircling her waist, as she was changing an infant who she called Karl. It seemed was as if it happened only a few days before...........

& Flashback to Three Months Earlier &

I knew that my instincts were right when I first saw the attractive young woman at the grocery store. She was perfectly proportioned and had a beautiful face with a radiantly inviting smile that would melt any fear away. For a moment, we caught each other’s gaze and I felt her beautiful blue eyes cast a spell on me. I wanted to be with her to give me the opportunity to charm her with my gentleman’s wit and breeding. To be perfectly honest, I wanted to get into her pants. My finely honed masculine charms were merely the bait to lure the prey onto my very human and gentle male “hook”. As I looked at her, I had the deep impression that she could see right through me. If I was to bed her, it would have to be accomplished with delicacy and tender lies.

I approached her while she was perusing some the selections of meat in the butcher’s department.

“Hello, I don’t mean to be forward, but I wanted to introduce myself. My name is Larry,” I said as I extended my hand to her as if we were being formally introduced.

She looked up from the meat display, turned to me and smiled as she replied sweetly, “My name is Susan, It’s nice to meet you!”

She beamed at me with the warmest, most radiant smile I had ever seen. I was immediately enthralled by her obvious sweetness and understanding.

“I’ve seen you several times before,” I mumbled, stumbling over my words, “Do you live around here?”

“Well, I just moved here a few months ago, so I’m still pretty new to the area. And you?”, she asked graciously.

“Really? Me too!”, I exclaimed as I lied through my teeth.

“I guess that makes us both the ?new kids on the block,’ doesn’t it?”, Susan said with a wholesomely merry and light laugh.

I chuckled along with her. I really liked listening to the sound of her voice. It was soft, gentle and very, very, feminine.

“So, have you found everything you need? I meant around town; are you having any problems finding fun things to do?”, I asked Susan.

“Well,...I haven’t had time to visit the Hot Spots, if that’s what you’re asking,” Susan replied as she glanced back at the meat counter to see if her order was ready.

“If you’re interested, I’d be more than happy to show you what I’ve discovered since I moved here,” I volunteered.

“That’s sweet of you, but I don’t know when I’d have time, I’m helping my sister for a short time. But if you’d like, you could come over and visit. That would give us time to become better acquainted,” Susan replied, looking over her shoulder at me as the butcher placed her white paper covered order on top of the stainless steel countertop.

“Sure, I’d love to. When would you like me to stop by?”, I demanded eagerly.

Susan smiled at my unthinking and obviously overeager response as she placed the butcher paper-covered packet into her cart.

“When would you like to come by?”, Susan said softly as she moved closer to me, placing her hand on my arm, then moving it down along my side.

“Whenever...it would be....convenient for you!”, stumbled out my reply.

“Well,...I do have a few errands to run, but why don’t you give me a call tonight and we’ll take it from there?”, Susan whispered softly.

Susan reached down into her shopping cart and pulled out her purse. After opening her purse, she took out a pen and small notepad, then proceeded to scribble something onto the page. Susan smiled at me and ripped the piece of notepaper from the pad while edging closer to me. I felt her hand slip into my pocket, placing the piece of paper inside. I was sure that she could feel me tremble at the sensation of her hand in my pocket. She smiled at me again with her eyes gazing deeply into mine.

“Just give me a call before you come over so I can be ready for you, okay?”, she purred.

“Okaay..,” I smiled back in confusion at how easily the date (At her home no less!) had been arranged.

I watched Susan as she moved the cart down the aisle away from me, picking up an item here and there and placed it in her cart.

I attempted to continue with my shopping, but my mind was not on shopping. My mind was on Susan. I saw her once more, in the aisle with the baby foods. I glanced over into her cart. There were the usual staples... bread, meat, soups, lettuce, cheese, butter, milk,...as well as baby formula, baby food and infant cereals. (???)

Susan looked at me and winked. I forgot about the contents of her cart and smiled back at her, calling out, “I’ll phone you later tonight!”, and then moved on to the cashier lines.

After loading my car with my groceries, I took the piece of paper out of my pocket, unfolding it very carefully, as if it was a treasure map to the magical key that would open my life. The paper listed a telephone number and the words, “I look forward to getting to know you much better!”

After reading her note, my testicles began to ache in anticipation. Man, how I needed to get to know her...as soon and as intimately as possible!

Chapter 6: ’Conquest’

I stared at that piece of paper a number of times that afternoon, daydreaming of the night to come. I relived the conversation in the store over and over. The memory of her smile and her sparkling eyes kept flashing back into my consciousness. I definitely wanted to get to know Susan better. I knew that I’d made a slight faux pas at the grocery store earlier when my eagerness to date her made me sound like a sexually-deprived, superannuated teenager in search of an easy lay. I needed to pace myself so I wouldn’t seem over-anxious when I met her at her house.

“Wait’ll I tell the ?guys’ about this conquest!”, I thought to myself in gleeful anticipation.

The “guys” were my working buddies. I had known them for only a few months, since I was new on the job. To break-up the tension of the workday, we would go to a local bar and relax after work. We were always on the look-out for one-night-stand scores. We even started a contest to see how many women each guy could bed during the month. We called it a “conquest.” The contest was simple. First find and engage a nubile female who was ripe for the plucking. Then take the female “target” someplace where the others could see the initial part of the evening, such as a restaurant or a bar. The next step was a little bit trickier, at least one of us “guys” would have to witness the other taking the target home or someplace where more intimate action could take place.

Once the entry of the target into a possible place of bedding which had been witnessed by another player, it would be considered a “conquest.” The winner was the one who had the most “conquests” in a month, and was treated to a steak dinner by the losers. Well, I had my share of dates, but never enough to win a dinner at the hands of my fellow contestants. So far that month I had had three dates which ended up in bed which counted as three “conquests” to add to my score. Gregg was up to three conquests, Tim only had two dates that counted, and Craig only had one date, but that didn’t count because she got sick and had to end the date quickly. If I could bed Susan before the end of the week, I stood a chance to win the month’s “game”.

Now don’t get me wrong! Susan was a knockout and any male would love to crawl into bed with her if she gave the slightest hint that she’d be willing to share her sheets. Strangely, I knew that there was something different about Susan. I wanted more than to just go to bed with her. I didn’t know why at the time, but the electricity or animal magnetism shared between us during that brief encounter at the grocery store that made me feel this way.

I called Susan up a few hours later. During the phone conversation, I discovered that she lived on the periphery of town. We agreed to meet at a little Italian restaurant on her side of town. She mentioned something about not being able to be out too long. I phoned Tim and asked him if he would be able to witness my latest challenge. Tim agreed to assist as well as agreeing to follow us afterwards if the results of my date with Susan proved fruitful. Of course I knew it would. I just had a feeling about this one. I gave Tim the address of the restaurant where the evening’s assignation was planned to take place.

An hour later we were having a wonderful meal. Susan loved Italian food, so as the first course after the antipastos, we ordered angel hair spaghetti with sweet Italian sausage drowned in a fresh tomato Marinera sauce. The resultant dish had been finished by a heavy dusting of freshly ground imported parmesan cheese with a hint of broken and pinched fresh Italian parsley. The house Chianti was excellent and the crusty, freshly baked Italian bread was served with a bowl of superb extra virgin olive oil that had been spiced with finely minced saut?ed green shallots, fresh basil and a bit of parmesan cheese.

Because I was completely infatuated with Susan, I was distracted by my enthralled focus on her. Like a small child who spent his time at dinner looking affectionately into his mother’s face, I had a number of small food accidents at dinner. Every time I looked at her or spoke to her, I dropped food from my fork or spoon into my lap. When I looked down and saw the mess I had made on my pants, I was completely humiliated; I had wanted to make a good impression with Susan and had “blown” my opportunity. Part of my problem was that I’d never been taught the proper procedure for eating long pasta. I’d seen other people swirl their pasta to capture the strands within the tines of their forks, but I’d never mastered the art. Consequently, whenever I ate spaghetti, I would make a public mess of myself. Since the art of twilling pasta around my fork was beyond me, I did the next best thing and forked up a pile of spaghetti and shoved in a huge helping of the tomato sauced noodles. As usual, I made a mess all over the bottom of my chin and clean shit. Susan didn’t seem to mind my dietary faux pas at all, in fact several times during our dinner, she laughed softly as she dampened the corner of her napkin with her saliva, leaned over and carefully wiped spots of sauce from my face and shirt as if I was a young child under her care.

I spotted Tim out of the corner of my eye as he entered the restaurant and walked over to the bar. I tried not to look directly at him so Susan’s attention wouldn’t be drawn to him. I did note, however, that he observed me with Susan.

Susan noticed my distracted condition and leaned over the plate of angel hair pasta to whisper, “It seems that we’re having a little trouble keeping our mind on our food!”

“Oh,....Well I’ve got to confess that you’ve been the only thing on my mind all day,” I replied gallantly.

“Me? Well, what about me?” Susan asked with an air of perfect innocence.

“It’s been an utter pleasure to be able to gaze into your face, much less enjoy the pleasure of your personable company! I wish we had met long ago! I’ve wasted years of my life looking at women who weren’t half as beautiful as you, nor as pleasant!”, I said sincerely. My eyes never left her face. My foot inched closer to hers under the table, until it tapped it lightly.

“Well,...I can see that you seem to be occupied with thoughts other than dinner. Perhaps we could continue this discussion in a more private place and explore the ramifications of your concepts in greater detail?”, Susan smiled.

“Uh, sure ... we could go someplace, we could go...,” I started to say when Susan interrupted as she suggested, “If you don’t think me too forward, we could go to my place”

I felt Susan’s foot tap the back of my foot and then slowly edge up my leg as she said, “Then we could talk about what’s really on your mind!”

“Well,...sure...that would be great!”, I practically shouted.

“I need to get back to the house soon, I told the baby-sitter that we would be gone for only a few hours,” Susan said.

“A babysitter?”, I replied, giving her a puzzled look.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I thought I told you, I’m taking care of my sister’s baby for a few weeks until she gets back,” Susan replied smoothly, “Besides, the baby should be asleep when we get back! That will leave the rest of the evening for us! I’m sure that we can think of a number of things to talk about or do.”

“That sounds fine to me!”, I smiled back, relieved that the baby wasn’t hers.

I signaled the waiter to bring the check, paid it and then escorted Susan to the parking lot. Then Susan did something that took me by surprise. Susan pulled me closer to her and kissed me. I was taken aback for a second before pulling her closer to me with my arms folded around her back. Then I kissed her passionately in return. Our lips came together for a few moments in a kiss honeyed by the sweet oblivion of adult eroticism. My arms moved down her back to embrace her more closely.

“Let’s go to my house so we can continue this discussion in more detail and privacy,” Susan whispered in my ear.

“Certainly, if you insist,” I quipped with a self-assured masculine chuckle.

I released Susan from my caress slowly, allowing my hands the freedom slide up and down her back before turning her loose. I turned to walk over to my car and felt her hand on my butt, patting it lightly.

“I can see I’ll that you’re going to be a handful!”, Susan chuckled.

“Oh, I think you can handle what I have!”, I replied with a smile.

We both got into our respective cars. I watched Tim come out the restaurant and jump into his car. I pulled up behind Susan and followed her as we headed towards her house.

As I followed her down the road, my mind kept going over and over the kiss and the embrace that just took place. I was having a hard time containing myself. I kept thinking of the numerous things we could do together. Man, I was going to get into her pants tonight!

& The Story Returns to the Moment in Time Immediately Following the Flashback &

“There we go, we’re all set to take this messy diaper off of you, you little stinker!” Susan smiled at me, as she patted my tummy.

i felt the cool air as the top of the diaper was tugged away from my tummy and pulled down between my legs. i watched Susan as she grasped one of my tiny ankles in one hand and then, through some maternal slight-of-hand, managed to snag my other ankle in the same hand before she lifted my legs upward. With her free hand, Susan used the unsoiled portion of the diaper to wipe the poop off of my bottom.

“Oh, Dear! I can see that I’m going to need more than a few baby wipes to get this mess cleaned up!”, she said, shaking her head, “Your little hinny is absolutely filthy!”

CHAPTER 7: Powder

After Susan scrapped most of the sticky brown goo from the soft baby skin of my behind with the soiled diaper, she began cleaning my messy bottom with baby wipes. The soft, cushiony sensation of the thick, quilted, non-alcoholic wipes felt good against my bottom as she scrubbed away the thin layer of feces, cleansing my slightly irritated skin and soothing it simultaneously. The wipe was colder than I was used to, because she had run out of wipes in the electrical wipe warmer above the changing station.

i glanced over at Tim, who was standing next to Susan. He was making funny faces at me as if he was trying to make me laugh or something. His silly expressions made him look really stupid. “Go ahead and make all the faces you want, but if you’re not careful, you’ll end up just like me!”, I threatened him mentally. Unfortunately, the pacifier tied to my head with its nipple in my mouth prevented me from uttering a coherent sound.

“Tim, be a good boy and hand me the baby powder from over there...Please?”, Susan said as she smiled and turned towards him.

“Baby powder! That’s how it started with me!”, i howled inwardly.

& Flashback to Three Months Earlier &

Susan lived only a few miles outside of town. The sun had just begun to set, but I could still make out a tree-lined drive leading to the shape of the house in the twilight.

I slowed as Susan’s car took a right turn off of the main road onto the a long driveway that wound its way up the hill to the house. As soon as she cleared the turn, I followed the path she beat before me in her car.

In my rearview mirror, I noticed that the car that had been following me slowing down before it continued down the main road. I knew that Tim was the person who had be assigned the task of “shadowing” me, and that I would be credited with another “conquest!”

Susan parked her car on the wide, paved driveway and parking area in front of the beautiful white antebellum Mansion that stood majestically before us. When she got out of her car, she walked over to my car as I opened the door and got out.

“Well, what do you think? This is where I live. Why don’t you come in and make yourself comfortable?”, Susan asked softly.

I gaze up at the white two-storied antebellum building in surprise! Surely she was renting a room in the renovated old house. It wasn’t possible that a nanny could acquire the fortune needed to own such a magnificent place. I shook my head, saying, “The rent for your room must be outrageous!”

Susan laughed as she replied, “I don’t pay any rent, Silly! This is my house and I own it outright! I moved here when my grandmother died and left her entire estate to me. I have enough money to live in ease for the rest of my life. But I haven’t any intention of becoming a recluse who doesn’t offer anything to society. I’m a nanny and will continue my profession. Granted, the extra money has allowed me to set up my babies’ nursery as I want, but that doesn’t change my devotion to them nor to friends like you!”

Not hesitating, I put my arms around Susan, pulling her close to me, “Your house is absolutely beautiful, but not as gorgeous as you are!”, I answered, gazing deeply into her eyes. The last vestiges of the twilight sun twinkled in her eyes as she smiled a pleased expression. Oddly, just before the Sun set, the golden halo around the setting sun flashed into her hazel eyes, making them appear to look like a large carnivorous cat’s golden eyes. Just for an instant, I thought that I saw that her pupils were not round, but a pair of feline intersecting elongated semi-circular arcs, but as the setting sun changed the angle of incident light, the illusion vanished.

“Well, you’re not bad yourself!”, Susan smiled, placing her hands on each side of my rear and squeezing gently.

“This may turn out to be more than we planned on,” I said softly to her, pulling her even closer. Closing my eyes, I pulled her lips onto mine, kissing her deeply and sensuously.

Susan responded in kind with her own tongue darting out into my mouth to meet mine. While our tongues were exploring each other’s mouths, our hands roamed over each other’s body.

“I think we can do better in the house!”, Susan said as she pulled away slightly.

I looked at her, and smiled, saying, “Lead the way!”

Susan took my hand and led me into the house.

“Nancy, I’m back!”, Susan called out after entering the kitchen.

“Back already?”, came the surprised reply from another part of the house.

Susan turned to me and said, “Just wait here. Let me take care of Nancy, then we’ll have the house to ourselves!”

“Okay,” I replied.

Susan took her purse with her and went into what might have been the living room.

Soon Susan re-entered the kitchen in the company of another, very attractive woman.

“Larry, this is Nancy. Nancy is a friend of mine who gives me a hand with this big house and my nephew when I’m busy,” Susan said.

“Hi there!”, Nancy said pleasantly.

“It’s nice to meet you!”, I replied, trying to keep from gawking at her.

Nancy looked me up and down gauging the worth my body as if I was a side of brisket in the meat market. Then she turned to her friend and asked, “Susan, when you’re through with this one, can I have him?”

“Well, we’ll just have to see. I may not want to let this one go!”, Susan laughed with a knowing wink at me.

For the first time in my life, I understood how the women on the stage of a strip joint felt when they were ogled by the male clientele. Nancy’s gaze had given me the impression that she disrobed me mentally and that she was considering the possibilities of what she would do with me if she had me in her clutches. With a shiver, I understood how demeaning it was to be considered as a mere sex object. Suddenly, I knew how attractive women felt when they are whistled at and hooted at by “guys” like me.

“Let me know if you tire of him, I think he’s cute!”, Nancy laughed back “Give me a call if you need an extra hand with anything...and I do mean anything at all!”

We both watched as Nancy walked out the door, then turned to each other and smiled. Our hands drew each other back into the warm embrace we held only minutes ago outside.

“She’s quite a kidder!”, Susan laughed lightly, “She really is a good friend, always around when I need an extra hand, or want some time off.”

“She’s gone and that just leaves the two of us,” I replied, pulling Susan even closer to me, with my head leaning close to hers.

“Just the three of us!”, Susan laughed again.

“Oh, you mean the baby,” I said.

“Yes, I mean the baby, who I should check on,” Susan whispered, breaking away from my embrace as she headed towards the living room.

“What about checking on me?”, I called after her.

Susan stopped dead in her tracks, turned completely around and gave me a long silent appraising look that ran from my head-to-toe. She nodded to herself after making some sort of silent decision about me. She walked back to stand in front of me.

“Well, you look fine to me!”, Susan stated as she took my hand and pulled me closer to her body. Susan’s hands worked their way from my back to my rear, pausing on my butt. She squeezed the firm muscles of my buttocks while looking me in the eyes as she ran one hand down the center of my crotch to feel the beginnings of my erection. Then she kissed me lightly on the cheek and patted my rear affectionately.

“You’re in good shape in the rear, but I think that you may need some attention in the front!”, Susan whispered into my ear, pressing herself even tighter against my body.

I might have turned a few shades redder, but not by much. Susan’s verbal play was turning me on!

Susan quickly added in a tone that precluded any further erections while retaining a motherly sound of intent to care for me, “That’s okay, we’ll address that little problem after I check on Baby Karl.”

With that Susan took my hand and led me into the living room and down a dark hallway.

“Shsssss... the baby is probably asleep. He is quite an active little baby during the day,” Susan whispered, opening a door at the end of the hallway.

I stood behind Susan, moving my hands down and around her sides until they again embraced her in the front. We both stood there nestled together, spoon-fashion, looking into the dark room. I could make out the dim shapes of white wooden bars that surrounded a white wooden enclosure of about thirty by fifty inches in size. When the nursery smell of the perfume of baby powder reached my nose, I realized that I was looking at a crib. I could barely make out the outline of a small body twisting and turning in the confines of the crib in the darkness.

“Well,...it looks like someone is awake!”, Susan said very softly.

From the crib came a little whimper of agreement.

CHAPTER 8: Baby Karl

“There you are!”, Susan exclaimed playfully as she turned on the light in the room.

The whimpers from the crib stopped.

As I gazed into the room, I saw that the walls had been painted in an attractive, light powder-blue color.

“So how’s my little Karl? Did he enjoy his wittle nappy?”, Susan asked, walking towards the crib.

I followed Susan closely with my arms still embracing her body. Susan giggled, feeling my erect penis beneath my pants pressing against her bottom as she moved.

The baby in the crib wiggled even more when he saw us. His feet kicked the blanket from its body in frustration as Susan neared..

I looked at the baby through the bars of the crib. He was dressed in a light blue fleece blanket sleeper that young babies wear, i.e., the kind with the enclosed feet and the snaps up the inseams of both legs all the way to his crotch.. He kicked his legs helplessly as he lay on the crib sheet. From the strained wrinkles of the sleeper’s fabric around the snaps of his crotch, I knew he had been rather thickly diapered. If that wasn’t enough evidence, then the protuberant bulges from the hips, bottom and crotch areas of his sleeper would have given me a clue as to the presence of the thick absorbent layers of cloth that compassed the little guy’s bottom. The thickness of his multiple diapers actually made his legs bow out from his pelvis as if he was only four to six months old.

Even though his face looked like a toddler’s, the wide-spread legs gave him the physical appearance of a much younger baby. Because his legs were pushed so far apart by his thick diapers, he was unable to straighten his knees. He was forced to raise his legs in the air and bend his knees giving him the helpless, kicking look of mid-infancy. Strangely, his baby face had an odd adult quality to it that seemed to give lie to his obvious youth. Even his curly brown hair had the thickness of a far older child. I thought at the time that Karl had more hair on his head than any other baby his age I had ever seen. The most disquieting thing about his appearance was his eyes; they had a quality of watchful intelligence that made the cute toddler look as if he was an adult that had somehow been made to fit a toddler’s sleeper and that he was only playing the part of a baby.

“This is Karl. He just turned twelve-months-old last week!”, Susan said, brushing my arms from around her waist.

“Cute kid!”, I replied.

Susan leaned over the railing of the crib, patting Karl’s tummy. I watched as she moved her hands down Karl’s tummy to his thickly diapered bottom, squeezing it ever so tenderly.

“Well...Sweetheart, it seems that we’ve been busy in our dydees! Haven’t we?”, Susan said softly to Karl, “We’ll get you all cleaned up and ready for beddie-bye.”

“I bet he can be a handful!”, I said to Susan, putting my arms around her waist again.

“Just like you seem to be!” Susan laughed. She pushed my arms away from her waist, giving them a playful pat as she said, “Just wait your turn, I’ll take care of you in a little bit. Little Karl needs my attention first!”

I pretended to pout, pulling back from Susan just a little as I pushed out my bottom lip in irritation at having to play second fiddle to a mere baby to gain my girlfriend’s attentions.

Susan saw the childish look of anger on my face and offered consolingly, “Why don’t you help Momma so we can get back to what we started a little sooner? You can begin by refilling the baby wipe warmer from one of the unopened tubs on the shelf over the changing station,” Susan said with a smile in her voice.

I reached up and took down the plastic container marked “Huggies Thick Baby Wipes.” I used my pocket knife to slit open the plastic seal and took about half the wipes out of the tub. I removed the remaining pre-warmed wipes from the warmer and refilled it with the stack of fresh wipes before placing the already warm wipes on top of the stack in the warmer. Then I placed the half-full tub on the shelf. When I finished, I glanced around the huge nursery.

The room was fully thirty feet by fourteen feet wide and was fully equipped with all sorts of baby and toddler furnishings. I decided that she must have had a contractor make extensive renovations to the old mansion to create a room that large. Upon reflection, though, it occurred to me that the room had most probably been originally designed to be used as a ballroom, which would explain its spaciousness. A very large crib that stood against the far side of the room. The size of the crib was what drew my attention. This crib was large enough to hold several babies. It was easily big enough to accommodate an adult body. It was painted white, with a big bunny with pink ears and a fluffy tail painted on the headboard. Over the huge crib, hung a huge mobile. The theme of the mobile was obviously that of slumber; multiple yellow five-pointed stars, a silver moon with an imaginary face, and several cutout figures of jumping, woolly sheep were hanging in pairs from vertically stacked balanced bars of the mobile which could be moved into action by switching on the battery-driven motor within from a hidden switch on the top. As it moved, a cheap PROM chip fed data to an integral digital-to-analog chip to play the lullaby “Feed the Birds” from the Disney production of “Mary Poppins” from the mobile’s piezoelectric speaker in order to lull the baby beneath to sleep.

The crib itself was populated with cute plushy baby toys that had been placed strategically around the bottom half of the crib while several white blankets all printed with rainbows and smiling pictures of suns peeking from behind clouds hung over the footstead of the crib. There was a plastic-covered foam-filled safety bumper that circumscribed the inner perimeter of the crib and was tied down at four corners. The front rails of the crib had hardware to enable them to be lowered like any other baby crib.

Mounted to the ceiling to the left of the crib were a pair of small color TV cameras that were aimed directly at the crib. I could tell that they were color camera’s because the manufacturer had clearly labeled them both as color cameras. One of the cameras had a huge lens on the front which baffled me for a moment before I realized that I was looking at an infrared adapter for the camera. I looked more closely and sure enough, I saw the small plastic covered bulb of an active infrared illuminator. Between the two cameras was mounted the long tube of what had to be a shotgun mike. Susan could monitor a baby in the crib whether it was daylight or pitch dark. The shotgun mike would allow her to be able to listen in on the baby and hear the smallest whimper.

Along various points in the room, neatly stowed against the wall was a pair of matching potty chairs, walkers with tables for both infants and toddlers, two high chairs standing on multicolored plastic splat mats decorated with “Baby Toons” characters, a pair of booster seats, three toy boxes with laminated plastic black and white silhouettes/signs on top that could be understood by the illiterate as well as small children. There were pictures of a “crawling baby”, “a walking baby pushing a chest-height handle of a low-slung wooden cart/walker and a third, larger silhouette of “a free-standing boy bouncing a large ball against the ground”. Obviously, these were meant to represent toy boxes for “Infants”, “Toddlers” and “Preschoolers”. There were two spring-loaded “jumpers”, one folded travel playpen, a set of pre-school or toddler-sized table with stacking seats, as well as a folded stroller and an autoseat for a baby. The upper portion of the wall, except for the area above the changing area, was filled with oaken kitchen-style upper cabinets which hid what they held from casual view. In the middle of the room, there was a large six by six foot wide, three-foot high, fenced-off area that was meant as a giant playpen and separated the room from the play area with tough nylon mesh. Entrance to the play area was gained by opening a self-locking oaken gate whose latch was located far enough down to insure that “little hands” couldn’t manipulate it from the inside.

I instantly saw the utility of that sort of playpen for a busy mother or babysitter who might have friends over with babies of their own. The six-by-six foot area was large enough to allow a baby the freedom to exercise without feeling overly constrained by the barrier of the playpen’s walls. The height of the wall was not so high that she couldn’t place a child directly over the side into the play area. On the other hand, it was high enough that even a preschooler would find it impossible to escape the security of the huge playpen. With the toys removed, it would make an excellent location for a “time-out”. If a baby’s diaper needed to be changed, there was enough room to do it right there in the playpen. It was obvious that the playpen had seen recent use; discarded baby toys and wooden building blocks littered the floor of the play area.

At a thirty-inch height from the floor, the room had been turned into an obvious nursery by applying a twelve-inch wide, self-adhesive, nursery-printed appliqu? to the walls. The thick, light-proof curtains had been printed with the Warner Brother’s Cartoon series “Tiny Toons” with Buster and Babs bunny pictured as diapered toddlers as well as a heavily diapered Plucky duck who sucked on an oversized pacifier. There was something curious about the windows; dimly shadowed against the closed light-proof curtains in the Sun was the hint of something ominous. If one looked at the curtains dead on, one would not suspect it, but the high position of the Sun during daylight savings time in the evening cast an unnoticeable sequence of vertical shadows that looked like they had been caused by...prison bars!

Next to the huge crib was an enormous heavily-constructed maple pediatric rocking chair (which was large enough to accommodate two adults) which was flanked by a matching maple night-table with a diapered and plastic-pantied infantile Bugs Bunny with the lamp coming up between his two ears and a shade that depicted Buster and Babes Bunny as diapered infants. There were several pacifiers of various sizes laying on the night-table. I noticed that several of the pacifier’s latex nipples seemed to be oddly larger than normal. One of them might have been large enough to fit in an adult’s mouth comfortably.

Along the wall of the large nursery were four white-painted oak dressers, as well as a door that had a huge clown appliqu? affixed to its surface. I surmised that the decorated door was most probably the nursery closet, but asked querulously, “What’s behind the door with the ?clown face’?”

Susan chuckled and said, “That’s the machine room for the nursery!”

When I looked aghast, she chuckled again at her joke and said, “Sorry, I was only kidding. Actually, it’s got three rooms; one is the bathroom which has three different toilets; a toddler-height toilet, an adult-sized toilet and another hospital type that’s used exclusively for rinsing out soiled diapers and bed linens. There is also a regular sink and basin, a regular shower and tub as well as a baby tub for bathing toddlers up to fifteen-months-old mounted in the corner of the counter with a sprayer who’s controls are wall-mounted and digitally-controlled so the baby can’t get scalded by hot water. The counter mounted baby bath has a low-built-in reclining support bath chair that’s covered with nylon mesh and has a safety strap so I can bath even a newborn without having to support him. The tub has a larger version of the same reclining support chair with a safety strap. I have another baby seat for older toddlers that lets them sit up and cushions their little bottoms with a two-inch-thick sponge that’s fitted to the seat. Let’s see, what other modifications did I have made to the tub? I had the faucet valves on the tub moved to the outside wall next to the tub and high enough up so a five-year-old could barely reach them. A thermocouple was sealed into the spigot line and tied into a wall-mounted digital thermometer so I can monitor the temperature of the bathwater as it exits the spigot. The tub was fitted with hand rails for climbing in and out for older children and steps with a permanent top coating of grit-textured epoxy were added on both sides of the tub to allow them to step out of the tub without falling. Oh, yes, both tubs have their own floating thermometers for safety’s sake. There’s a large linen closet with towels and some storage for additional baby supplies for bathing and shampooing their hair. In the same room, I have a gas commercial washer and dryer set mounted on in a small sound-proofed alcove with locking accordion doors. I haven’t gotten much use out of the washer and dryer set yet, but they can wash and dry a comforter for a queen-sized bed in nothing flat.

In a long parallel room next to the bathroom there’s a kitchenette with a two burner range, a small bar refrigerator with a freezer where I chill gel-filled teething rings, a large pantry stocked with baby food and canned formula, a compact dishwasher with a nipple basket, a sink disposal as well as storage for baby bottles and room for a counter-top sterilizer and a bottle warmer. The cabinet over the range has storage for sippy cubs, bottles, and feeding sets. The drawer underneath the range has baby utensils like feeding spoons and training utensils for babies and toddlers as well as cleaning tools like bottle and nipple brushes. In a locked cabinet beneath the utensil drawer, I store the humidifier and vaporizer along with a plastic dispenser of distilled water on the top shelf, while the bottom shelf is reserved for cleaning chemicals like dishwashing detergent.

The third room is actually a large walk-in storage closet were I keep extra clothes, bedding, extra sheets, etc. in Elba storage cabinets. Since it backs the bathroom and kitchenette, it’s as long as they are wide. Is your curiosity satisfied, or do you want to inspect the premises?”

“No, I demurred and said, “You’ve got your hand’s full with Karl! You can give me the grand tour some other time,” I said as I continued glancing about the room as I returned to stand behind Susan and baby Karl. Susan had laid Karl on a huge changing table that was fully six feet long by thirty inches wide. The table was heavily constructed of white-painted oak which was protected from soiling by a two and one half-inch thick, white plastic-covered foam pad which was large enough to change a fully grown adult. Above the changing station there were several white-epoxied wire shelves made by Elba mounted to the wall over the changing table which were stocked with the normal baby accessories.

I noted that the lowest shelf was populated by several large bottles of baby lotion, baby powder, Vaseline, several tubes of Desitin, stacks of refill packages of baby wipes, an electric baby wipe warmer, a huge ten-inch diameter, covered, clear acrylic apothecary cylinder containing a number of pacifiers in all sizes as well as a smaller covered, six-inch diameter, clear acrylic apothecary storage cylinder containing diaper pins with various motifs; there was the standard white model of diaper pin as well as Winnie-the-Poo, yellow ducks, blue bears, and of course, Babs and Buster bunny along with Plucky Duck, the Roadrunner and Willie Coyote depicted as diapered infants With a bit of approval, I noted that the bottom of the cylinder with the diaper pins had the same sort of small plastic tube of anti-corrosive dehumidifier that we used to protect the machine bits at work from rusting. Next to the acrylic apothecary jar containing diaper pins was a bar of Johnson’s and Johnson’s baby soap with a number of open diaper pins who’s pointed shank had been stuck into the bar of soap to lubricate and protect the sharp point to make them available for instant use. Among the items on the lowest shelf were two cases of prepared, four-ounce plastic bottles of infant formula that were made for hospital use.

On the next shelf up, there was a similar stack of baby formula, except it was labeled with a sticker that indicated the formula within had been supplemented with iron. Next to the formula were stacks of plastic-faced, terrycloth-backed feeding bibs and dribble bibs for babies decorated with the “Baby Toons” motif. Obviously, Susan must have liked Warner Brother’s cartoons when she was a kid. On shelves that were successively higher, were stacked both cloth and disposable diapers of various sizes. On the lowest shelf, where there should have been a stack of diapers Karl’s size, was a void. From my viewpoint, the size the diapers seemed to get larger with the distance of the shelf from the changing table. Toward the top, the sizes of diapers seemed to be huge, but at the time I thought it was a illusion caused by their distance from my eyes. In any case, it was hard to judge just exactly how big they were because they had been folded and the upper stack was partially hidden by the stacks below.

Further down the wall was a six-foot long, formica-topped cabinet with a baby scale and wall-mounted, manual blood pressure cuff with a tiny pediatric arm cuff stuffed into a wire basket hanging from the wall beneath the mercury sphygmomanometer. Beside the sphygmomanometer was mounted a oto-opthalmoscope with a dispenser for disposable pediatric examination covers. Next to the opthalmoscope was a permanently mounted electronic thermometer with a rectal probe and a dispenser of disposable probe covers. The cabinet was installed just like a kitchen counter; the formica ran up the wall for sixteen inches. At one end of the cabinet was a pediatric examining table, complete with a waterproof plastic pad, restraining straps and a roll of sanitary examination paper. At the foot of the examining table stood an untippable stainless steel wastebasket. A high intensity examination lamp had been mounted to the wall with an extensible, swing-away fixture. To the immediate right of the examination area, was a waist-height, infant-sized bath with a sprayer who’s controls were wall-mounted and digitally-controlled. At the far right of the counter stood a digital baby scale with an accompanying medical standing balance scale with an integral height bar. In a securely locked cabinet underneath the baby bath, I discovered later were stored an infant-sized laryngoscope, various emergency medical supplies, PediLyte and medicines such as a laxative gel in a disposable, plastic collapsible accordion-type dispenser, Mylecon drops (for gas or colic), liquid Benedryl, Infant Tylenol and Infant Motrin. For little scrapes and cuts there was a white enameled steel First Aid box screwed to the wall next to the standing scale.

“Susan, you have an incredibly well-equipped nursery here! The medical scales and First Aid kit would do credit to a pediatrician’s office. I’ve never seen such a collection of medical instruments in a home before!”, I enthused.

“I’m a Licensed Practical Nurse, so why shouldn’t I have them?”, Susan asked somewhat defensively.

Obviously, I had inadvertently touched a raw nerve. For some reason, she had switched from being a LPN to a Nanny. From the way she reacted, I thought that she had probably had a professional argument with a Pediatrician about one of her charges when she was working for a hospital and decided to become a independent provider of nanny services. Certainly, her status as a LPN would make her a more valuable Nanny. The fact that she had appropriate medical equipment to make preliminary examinations of a child’s injuries or illnesses would make her a very attractive private Daycare Nanny for some wealthy couple. If the baby was sick, she could provide round-the-clock professional nursing care during a family emergency. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea that Susan was a professional nurse in addition to being a Nanny. Certainly, if I were rich, I would have chosen a person like her to look after my baby son or daughter. As a matter of fact, I discovered that the idea of having a nurse as my girlfriend was sexually stimulating for some unconscious reason. While I mused, she cast a baleful eye upon me, awaiting my answer to her objection.

“Ooops!”, I thought, “I’d better divert her from what I said before we get into a row!”

“I thought you said you were only babysitting your nephew ?”, I innocently asked Susan as I handed her a pair of warm baby wipes from the warmer.

“Well,... as I said before, I’m taking care of Karl for a few weeks until my sister gets back,” Susan quickly replied, but since I’m a certified nanny, “I also plan on taking care of some of the babies and toddlers from around the neighborhood, as the proprietress of a small, but exclusive and rather expensive Daycare Center. I’m sure that you’ve noted that I’m only set up to handle a few babies at a time. This is to insure that that they get the very best of care from me, so I charge accordingly. I’m only waiting on my licensing. I’ve already passed inpection. Since I have all the right equipment to do the job, it’ll be easier for me to get contracts for my Daycare Center. There’re too many opportunities among the wealthy of this area to take care of the needs of both younger and older baby boys for me to pass up.”

I watched as Susan removed Karl’s diaper soggy, dirty messy diaper and folded it into a neat package before tossing it in the huge yellow, wheeled diaper pail next the changing table that was filled to one-third with a solution of diaper presoak composed of surfactants, bio-enzymes and barium carbonate (Borateem).

Before the diaper service came twice a week, she would lift out the diapers in the self-contained stainless-steel basket and drain them a bit, before tossing the mess into a lawn and leaf garbage bag. The soiled diapers would innocently sit on her porch until the Dydee man came to remove the soiled diapers and replace them with clean ones. Every two weeks she would dispose of her special “diaper soak” by pouring it into the toilet. Actually, soaking the diapers in a combination of surfactants, bio-enzymes and barium carbonate disinfected, deodorized and pre-cleaned them so well that Susan could have washed the pre-prepared soiled diapers at home if the delivery was delayed - which was why she did it.

Since she knew that the commercial diaper service used temperatures well above two hundred and twelve degrees Fahrenheit to sterilize their wares, she was confidant that the diapers that she used on her babies were sterile as well as soft as possible. Even so, when a new load of diapers came in, she’d use the commercial dryer that had been installed alongside the commercial washer in the spacious nursery bathroom to fluff the load at low heat with several sheets of fabric softener to make them as nice and downy as possible for her charge’s sensitive bottoms. Liquid fabric softeners wouldn’t do; they invaded the fibers of the fabric and made them less absorbent, diminishing the fabric’s effectiveness as a diaper. The light surface coating of hydrogen ion reducing surfactant did not reduce the hydrophilic nature of the fibers more than slightly. There were plenty of holes between the threads that would never touch the softening sheets and were thus available for hydrophilic reaction, i.e., they were still absorbent.

Making a cloth diaper both perfectly clean as well as comfortable was a tricky business, one had to remove the particles of stool which contained fatty-acids and fats as well as the pee’s urea from the diaper without damaging the delicate cotton fibers. Sophisticated chemical surfactants, bio-enzymes and barium carbonate pre-cleansed the diaper before the high temperature treatment they received at the diaper service. Putting a load of sterilized clean diapers in the washer with a few sheets of fabric softener did not affect the absorbency more than marginally while the feel of the diaper was made much softer to a baby’s delicate skin.

A hemp-cotton fiber mixture would have been ideal, but the government sponsored “War Against Drugs” had made the once common fabric rare and expensive. With a hemp-cotton fiber mix, the hemp fibers tended to break down and become “fuzzy” and softer with use, rendering a more comfortable diaper that had an expected “use-life” that was more than double that of mere cotton. A government that willingly allowed people with glaucoma to go blind for political ends rather than allow them to smoke marijuana for medicinal purposes to save their sight could hardly be expected to care about the comfort of babies’ behinds.

(Susan never put disposables on her charges except when they were on an extended “field trip” outside the house.) Next to the yellow diaper pail, there was a Genie disposable diaper pail-system. But since Susan used cloth diapers almost exclusively to cover her babies, it was nearly never used.

“Oh, darn!”, Susan exclaimed in exasperation, “Larry, could you be a Dear and get me a few clean diapers out of the dresser. The shelf is empty and I forgot to bring a few over here. Karl has really been going through them. I have a diaper pail full of his wet diapers from just today. Since I’ve been gone all day, I haven’t had a chance to catch up on the baby laundry. I’ve got the diaper service on half-orders until I get my license, so he tends to run out of diapers quickly.”

“Sure...He’s a real little pisser, isn’t he?” I quipped with a knowing smile on my face.

“Well, that’s expected of little babies. They just can’t help themselves,” Susan replied maternally.

I walked over to the dresser closest to me, and opened the top drawer.

Inside the drawer I saw preschooler-sized T-shirts and underwear. I was a little surprised by the contents over the drawer, expecting baby clothing. I closed the drawer, opening the drawer beneath it. When I looked in that drawer, it was stacked full of size four to six denim blue jeans and shorts. I was taken aback a little, but closed the drawer and opened the one below it. In this drawer there were stacks of colored and printed shirts sorted by size rather than by color or style.

I turned around and asked in frustration, “Which dresser were you talking about?”

“Oh! the one over there! You’re looking in the preschool dresser! That’s the wrong one! Look for the silhouette of the a crawling baby on the top drawer! See? Check the second drawer of the dresser over there!”, Susan pointed to the dresser closest to the closet door with the clown appliqu?.

I closed the drawer and went over to the dresser Susan indicated with the outstretched finger of her hand. I opened the top drawer with the indicated silhouette to discover stacks of plastic pants that were sorted both by color and size. I realized my mistake and closed the drawer, opening the second drawer as I had been told. When I opened the drawer, I saw it was filled with cloth baby diapers and exclaimed like a toddler who had been searching for an obvious object in a drawer, “Here they are!”

I pulled out several diapers. They felt very soft and thick. I looked at them and then at Karl, before re-examining at the diapers. The diapers looked like they were big enough to almost swallow Karl.

“Good,” she said, “please bring me three of them.”

“Don’t you have any smaller diapers?”, I asked Susan, not understanding that cloth baby diapers only came in one size.

“No, those will work just fine. I’ll fold them so that they make a thick, absorbent diaper that can contain Karl’s worst poopies and wettings,” Susan answered, laughing while she said it. “Besides, the thicker the diaper, the less I’ll have to change him tonight. The way Karl has been going through diapers this week, if I only put him in a single diaper, I’d have to change him at least every hour, and that would give us less time for each other!”

“She does have a point!”, I thought to myself.

I closed the diaper drawer and walked back to Susan with a stack of three clean diapers in hand.

“Thank you, you’re a doll!”, Susan smiled at me as she took the three diapers from my hand.

Susan laid the diapers out on the changing table next to Karl. She laid the three diapers side by side on the huge changing table before methodically folding one side of each diaper in, followed by an identical fold on the other side of each diaper. When she was finished, she stacked the three diapers on top of each other and moved the stack to the area beneath Karl’s feet. With one hand, Susan then lifted Karl’s legs and slid the prepared stack of diapers under his raised bottom before she lowered his legs. Susan reached up to the wire shelf above her and took a large bottle of baby lotion down, opening the snap-plastic lid as she poured a generous amount of the lotion into her palm. She closed the container of baby lotion with one hand and placed it back on the shelf before brought her palm close to her lips and breathed warmly into her cupped hand several times before she rubbed her hands together.

“Why are you blowing on the lotion?”

“Silly, no one puts cold lotion on a baby!”, Susan chided, “Do you want Karl to start crying again? The cold lotion would make him have a fit!” Susan smiled at me and then turned back to attending to Karl. I watched as Susan smoothed the warmed lotion over his little bottom.

When she was done with Karl, she said, “Put out your hands.”

“Why?”, I asked in confusion.

“I want to demonstrate how cold lotion feels to a baby,” Susan replied.

I stuck out my hands. Susan looked at them and said, “Palms down, Silly! The calluses you’ve gotten as an adult have desensitized your palm to sudden changes in temperature!”

I complied and Susan held the bottle of baby lotion upside-down to allow a small dab of lotion to fall on the back of my left hand. It was cold! I jerked my hand back slightly.

“Hold still!” Susan commanded.

I watched as Susan poured a little more lotion into her hand, blew on it and rubbed her hands together. Then she smoothed the lotion onto my right hand. The breath-warmed lotion felt good as Susan massaged it into my hand.

“See what I mean?”, she asked with a smile.

I was dazed by the sensation of the lotion coupled with Susan’s tender touch as she massaged the lotion into my hand. “Ohhh...yes. Boy, does that make a difference!” I felt Susan repeat the procedure with my left hand. It was wonderful. I closed my eyes and let her touch work it’s magic on me.

I returned to reality when Karl started crying for attention.

CHAPTER 9: The Essentials

“What’s the matter, little one?”, Susan cooed to Karl, “I didn’t forget you. Don’t be a jealous baby, I’m just showing Larry how I take care of you!”

I watched Susan as she turned her attention back to taking care of the baby lying on the changing table.

Susan replaced the baby lotion back on to the shelf above the large changing table. Then Susan took a huge, squat, translucent, plastic jar down from the shelf and began to pry free its blue top.

“After the baby lotion, comes the real protection, nursery Vaseline,” Susan explained as she dipped her fingers into the slightly sticky petroleum jelly and dug out a large gob.

“Why do you use nursery Vaseline? Isn’t baby lotion good enough?”

“No silly! The baby lotion only helps keep the skin soft and supple while the Vaseline forms a protective barrier against wetness. The Vaseline keeps Karl’s little wetting sprees from giving him a bad case of diaper rash!”, Susan chuckled as she rubbed the jellied oil into the crevasses and folds of his skin in front before turning Karl over and applying a thick coat to his peritoneum as well as his anal areas.

Karl stopped his crying as he gazed up into Susan’s face. His little arms stretched upwards, waving happily.

“Besides, he likes it too!” Susan chuckled, playing with the little hands that were outstretched into the air to touch her. Then Susan replaced the jar of Vaseline and took down large white plastic container from the shelf. The new container was even bigger than the baby lotion bottle she had used earlier.

“After the Vaseline comes my favorite part, the baby powder.” Susan explained while she twisted the top of the container open.

“Now why are you using baby powder? Aren’t the baby lotion and nursery Vaseline enough to prevent diaper rash?”

“No, Dear. That’s not what baby powder is for. You really are an innocent when it comes to babycare, aren’t you? ” she asked, pantomiming a kiss towards me as she continued, “While it’s true that baby powder helps keep his skin dry from his perspiration, the main reason to use baby powder is to make him smell sweet and clean! The first time he really soaks his diaper, the protective value of the baby powder is gone, but he’ll still smell sweet!”, Susan laughed lightly as she shook the bottle over Karl’s bottom area.

“I love the perfume of baby powder on my little guys!”, she said with a smile, “It helps cover some of their stinkiness and makes them smell pure and innocent.”

Susan put the container of baby powder down as she started to rub the powder all over Karl’s bottom. When she was finished with his bottom, she turned him over and spread the powder over Karl’s tummy and chest as well as his pubes and the insides of his legs..

“Besides, it does offer some protection against diaper rash,” Susan smiled, “You’re probably not aware of it, but most babies are allergic to their own perspiration.”

“You’re kidding!”, I said in disbelief.

She nodded in indication that she had told me the truth and said, “Most adults are allergic to their own sweat too! Excessive perspiration is the main reason for changing diapers frequently in well-run adult nursing homes.

“Excessive perspiration!”, I exclaimed, “How could a little baby or a bedridden adult sweat enough to make a difference? That doesn’t make sense!”, I declared.

“Think about it, Sweetie,” she demanded, “What if you were confined to plastic-covered underwear all day? Wouldn’t you start to sweat?”

“Most bedridden elderly people in nursing homes lie underneath sheets or blankets all day because their poor circulation makes them susceptible to chills. Since babies are susceptible to chills too, they’re wrapped in blankets or fleecy sleepers in cool weather. What do you think happens to all the heat that’s generated in the groin underneath the air-tight, plastic cover of a disposable diaper? It builds up, that’s what! And on hot summer days when a mommy takes her baby to the store wearing nothing but a diaper, what then? I can guarantee you that the little one’s diaper will be soaked by the time they get home, even if the little one hasn’t wet his diaper!!”, she stated with the conviction of absolute certainty.

I opened my eyes wide with understanding, remembering how I had gotten a bad case of “prickly heat” from excessive perspiration while I was working at a summer construction job. It was so hot, that by the end of the day, my underwear would be soaking wet with sweat. When carefully I broached the subject to my mother at the time, she had advised me to go out and buy some Johnson’s & Johnson’s baby powder and dust the afflicted area with it every day before I went to work. It had helped, but not as much as I’d hoped it would. On the other hand, had I used Vaseline with the baby powder, it might have done the trick.

“You’re right, I just had never thought about it,” I admitted, then added in frank admiration, “You must be one heck of a good nanny to know so much about babies!”

I stepped closer behind Susan, once again wrapping my arms around her waist. I looked over her shoulder, right into Karl’s eyes.

“Well, at least I know that you’re in good hands, little guy!”, I whispered softly to Karl.

“And I know that I’m temporarily trapped between a pair of strong, determined, adult male hands!”, Susan whispered furiously back to me, pushing my hands away from her waist as she chided, “I’ll take care of you just as soon as I finish with Karl! Be patient!”

Karl let out another whimper.

“Oh Dear, did I forget something?”, Susan said as she turned her attention back to Karl, “Where is your pacifier? Huh?”

“Oh, I think I saw some pacifiers on the night-stand!”, I piped up.

“Would you be a ?Dear’ and get one for me? The blue one is his favorite!”, Susan asked softly. She started to pull the layered diapers up through Karl’s legs as I turned away and went to fetch the baby’s pacifier.

I walked over to the night-stand and fumbled through the pile of pacifiers on the table. I found several blue pacifiers, all with different nipple sizes. There was even a blue pacifier that looked big enough to fit in my mouth. Scooping up all of the blue pacifiers in both hands, I turned to Susan. “There are a lot of blue pacifiers here of all sizes, which blue one do you want?”

Susan turned to look at me and smiled when she saw the huge pile of pacifiers in my hands.

“Well,...Obviously he can’t suck more than one, so bring them all to me and let me find which one is his,” she said as if she was talking to a preschooler.

I walked back to Susan, showing her a number of blue pacifiers with different sized nipples in my cupped hands.

“Oh, I think this one will do just fine, for now,” Susan murmured, picking a pacifier with a medium sized latex nipple before turning back to Karl to stick the nipple into his mouth.

Karl let out a muffled sob of rejection as he turned his head to avoid the pacifier. Undaunted, Susan kept the pacifier steady, until she saw her chance to plunge the unwanted soother between Karl’s tightly held lips. Unfortunately for Karl’s wishes, his lack of teeth made it easy to force the nipple into his mouth the minute he stopped moving his head, within seconds, the pacifier was firmed planted in his mouth.

“There you go! Just suck on your binkie for a few minutes while I get your nite-nite bottle ready,” Susan cooed to Karl.

Karl quieted down, instinctively sucking on the pacifier. I watch his mouth movements. I could see that Karl was becoming quite content with having something in his mouth. The pacifier bobbed gently up and down, as Karl’s mouth worked on the latex rubber teat. I have to admit, I was entranced by the movements of his face, amazed that such a simple thing could keep a baby happy.

“Give’m a pacifier and they’re quite content,” Susan whispered to me, noting my enthralled gaze at Karl and how much he enjoyed suckling on his pacifier, “You can put the other pacifiers back on the night-stand.”

Suddenly, the enchantment broke and I turned to replace the pacifiers on the night-stand. As I laid the pacifiers on the table, I looked at the largest pacifier more closely. Instead of seeing the tooth marks of a small baby, I thought that it looked like it had been gnawed by someone with adult-sized incisors and canines. At the time I thought it was a bit unusual seeing any tooth marks on a latex baby nipple, much less scars caused by adult teeth.

“Susan, why do you have such a huge pacifier? It looks like the nipple on this pacifier has been chewed by adult teeth!”, I said.

“Oh, that must have been left over from one of the older babies I have taken care of,” Susan said as she continued to pin the layers of diapers on Karl.

“Older babies? Gee, this looks like a size I would use if I somehow became a baby with an adult body. What was the age of baby who used it?”, I asked Susan.

“Oh, babies come in all sizes, I can’t quite remember who’s pacifier that one was. It may have been from one of the babies I’ve babysat who had a cleft palette. Poor little babies with a cleft palette require pacifiers big enough to accommodate the suckling needs of a grown man, ” Susan explained.

“But the scars on the nipple are big enough for an adult’s teeth, how do you explain that?”, I demanded.

Susan laughed and said, “I don’t have to explain anything, but since you pointed it out, that must be Cliff’s pacifier!”

“Cliff’s pacifier?”, I queried.

“Cliff is the husband of a friend of mine, Susan explained, he had a mental breakdown and regressed psychologically. He has the body of a thirty-seven-year-old man, but the mind of a two-year-old. Yes, he’s been here and I’ve babysat him. Why do you think I have the oversized changing table? I care for very young children, toddlers and infants. I don’t discriminate against one of my charges because of their size! If a friend brings me a one-hundred and ninety pound two-year-old, then who am I to ask questions? I just take care of their needs! Are there any more questions?,” Susan asked

Karl let out a muffled cry through his pacifier, spitting the latex soother from his mouth. I watched as Susan picked up the wet pacifier from the crib sheet and began the process of returning the nipple to the infant who had recently rejected the surrogate tit.

“Boy, you’re sure being active tonight, aren’t you?”, Susan giggled as she watched Karl’s expression as she forced his pacifier between his unwilling lips, “Now be still while I pin your diaper on, I don’t want to stick you by mistake!”

I dropped the pile of pacifiers back on the night-stand where I found them, returning back to Susan’s side.

Karl stopped struggling as Susan pulled the thick layers of diapers up through and between his legs, before wrapping the front of the diaper around his sides and pulling the back of the diaper on that side over the front. She reached up to the first shelf and took a blue “ducky” diaper pin from the bar of Johnson’s and Johnson’s baby soap . With pin in hand, Susan started with the right side of the diaper. Folding the rear edges of the layered diapers over the front sides, Susan stuck the diaper pin very carefully into the thick diaper. I watched as she put her fingers between the Karl’s thigh and the diaper, and carefully pinned the cloth together. Susan repeated the procedure with the left side of the diaper, carefully sticking two of her fingers between the baby’s skin and the diaper both to protect him from being stuck by the pin and to insure that there was sufficient ease in the diaper’s fit that his delicate skin wasn’t damaged or that his circulation wasn’t cutoff by overly tight diapers. She stretched the diaper over Karl’s front, making sure that the fit was snug. The second diaper pin was carefully inserted and closed. Susan finished by lightly patting Karl’s thickly padded crotch.

“Now then!”, Susan murmured to Karl, “All that’s left to do is cover your diaper with a pair of plastic pants, so you don’t make wetties in your sleeper!” She turned to me and asked, “Could you keep an eye on him while I get his plastic pants?”

I watched as Susan walked over to the dresser and fumbled through a drawer before producing a pair of semi-translucent plastic baby pants.

I glanced down at Karl and saw that he was still going strong on the pacifier. He did look cute as he sucked contentedly in his thick diapers.

Susan returned to the changing table with his plastic pants in hand.

“These will help keep his sleeper and bedding dry for the night!”, Susan said as she lifted Karl’s legs up into the air with one hand around his ankles while maneuvering his little feet through the leg holes of the plastic pants with her free hand.

I watched as Susan slid the pants down Karl’s legs and then lifted Karl’s legs up again. Using her other hand, she worked the lightly frosted plastic over his thick diaper. Once she had securely covered his diaper, she lowered his legs and made a final check of the fit. Susan carefully checked the leg gatherings, making sure that the edges of the cloth diaper were not exposed. Then she pulled the plastic pants up over the top of the diaper and tucked the elastic waist of the baby pants under the top of the diaper to form a pee-proof seal. Once she was satisfied that the plastic pants protected his pajamas and bedding from Karl’s infantine incontinence, she picked him up and cradled him in her arms. Throughout the entire procedure, Karl never stopped sucking on his soother.

“There you go, Sweetheart! You’re almost ready for din-din,” Susan said quietly as she bent over the railing to tenderly lay him back in his crib.

Susan walked over the to clown-faced door, opened it, and entered. I looked over her shoulder and saw that there was a small hall. Curious, I followed her to the doorway. When I reached the tiny hallway, I saw that there were three doors with knobs mounted at a height of four feet from the floor. Obviously, Susan had gone to some pains to make the rooms off-limits to “little prying hands”. The first door was closed, but had a silhouette of a small child on the toilet and another black and white rendering of a child in a bathtub. This then, was obviously the bathroom. The next door, which was about six feet away, had a silhouette of a woman handing a baby seated on the floor a baby bottle, this I determined was the kitchenette. Six feet away from that door was an open door. I couldn’t see the logo on the front side of the opened door. I peeked in the doorway and discovered that the closet was a large walk-in. From what I could see, Susan had made extensive use of the Elba epoxied-wire closet storage system from Sweden. From the strong aroma of cedar that issued into the nursery when she opened the door and the dark color of the walls, I guessed that the walls and ceiling had been covered with a thin sheathe of tongue-in-groove slats of cedar to deter moths. My suspicion was confirmed when I moved slightly to get a better view and saw that the bottom of the inside of the door had been equipped with a thirty-six inch long, two-inch wide brass fixture with a thick row of short, stout, black nylon bristles at the bottom to seal the room from insect invaders.

I wouldn’t have known about Elba’s products, but several girlfriends before, I had a girlfriend who was enamored of the product line. She kept dragging me down to the local “Container” store to see if she could organize my possessions and my life. Ultimately she did neither, but I found the Swedish engineering to be an interesting concept in storage and filed it away in my mind in case I ever became wealthy enough to afford to spend that sort of money on mere organization.

The closet itself had multiple closet rods at different heights. In one area, they were set about thirty inches apart, allowing a huge number of infant’s clothes to be hung. I could see rompers, shortalls and baby dresses all lined up with merchandiser’s white plastic sizing indexers with black lettering on the clothes rods to indicate which size was in what area. I moved again to get a better look and saw that the number of vertically stacked rods seemed to decrease with the size of the clothes. There were rods for infant, toddler, preschool ages in profusion, and I seemed to see several rods at the back with clothes that could accommodate a schoolchild up through the teenaged years, although there was a definite dearth of older children’s clothes. Aside from the clothing rods, there were wire basket drawers filled with children’s shoes of every size and description as well as a number of covered plastic container/drawers that held unknown treasures. Most of the shoes looked like they were sneakers of some sort. I was enchanted by the tiny baby sneakers she had in storage. I hadn’t known that they made sneakers that small. They looked like they were about the right size for a large doll.

I was impressed with Susan’s organization and attention to detail. It looked like she could outfit any child, no matter what age or sex with an appropriate ensemble. I re-evaluated my opinion of Susan’s business. She was no mere babysitter. I was in the presence of a “Mistress of the Art of Nannying” who practiced her profession for the extremely wealthy. No one else could afford to buy such expensive organization system and then populate it with children’s clothes of all sizes.

“May I ask you a question?”, I queried.

“Yes, if it’s short,” Susan answered tersely, “I’m a little busy at the moment, if you haven’t noticed.”

“It looks like the windows are barred in the nursery, why is that?”, I asked curiously.

“Okay, I’ll answer that in a word, ?Lindbergh,” does that ring a bell?” she replied tartly.

“No, it doesn’t!”, I said frankly, “what do you mean?”

Susan sighed with an expression of tiredness as she explained. “Haven’t you ever heard of the Lindbergh baby and the famous kidnapping?

“Uhhh, I may have read something about it in school,” I answered tentatively, knowing by her tone that it was an event that she considered important in history and of which I was totally ignorant.

“Well! Every babysitter and nanny ?worth their salt’ in North America knows the story by heart. If you’ve forgotten, I’ll tell you what happened; the baby boy of the most famous flyer of the time, Charles Lindbergh, was kidnapped and held for ransom. In the end, the nanny was held at fault and it developed that the Lindbergh baby was stolen from a second story window using a common garden ladder. The infant was killed and the hunt went on for months. From that point forward, every wealthy person who had a small child or relegated their baby to the care of their baby has required that burglar bars be installed on nursery windows to prevent kidnappings!” Susan said briskly, “The bars serve to keep the babies in the nursery where they belong! The world is a cruel place and people of all ages vanish without a clue of what’s happened to them. The bars make sure that the little ones I care for can’t wander off or be taken away from here without my knowledge and permission. My charges remain safe and secure in their nursery until it’s time to go their nurseries at home!”

Susan rummaged around among the hangers in the closet for a few moments, then came back into the nursery with a fuzzy yellow garment, closing the door behind her.

“These will keep you nice and cozy tonight,” Susan promised Karl warmly as she returned to his crib side.

“Hey! I remember having a pair of pajamas just like that! Mine had feet on them too!”, I exclaimed in surprised and fond reminiscence to Susan.

“I bet you look cute in them,” Susan smiled.

I caught her odd phrasing of her statement “you look” and attempted to correct her, “No, I meant I had a pair just like Karl’s when I was little.”

“I know and I said that I think that you would look cute in them,” Susan smiled and winked at me.

I watched as Susan lowered the side of the crib. Susan had easy access to change the baby into the fuzzy garment. First Susan laid the garment out on the crib sheet and unsnapped the sleeper completely, so that she could easily dress Karl when the time came. Then she carefully picked up Karl and arranged him on top of the open sleeper. She worked his hands through the sleeves, before manually bending his knees one by one and slipping his foot down the anklet of one leg of the encompassing garment until his foot slipped into the integral bootie. When she finished with one leg, she repeated the action with his other leg, until both legs were cocooned in the sleeper’s warm comfort. She reached under his back and pulled out the sides of the garment which would cover his chest and bottom and pulled them up around his sides and bottom, before she began to snap the fasteners one-by-one from the legs all the way up to his crotch. I found myself mesmerized by the sight and sounds of each snap loudly clicking it’s way home as she methodically moved from his ankles to the middle of his crotch. Once there, she began pressing the snaps that fastened the area around his lower tummy and belly. Within seconds, she had reached his chest as she continued to fasten him into the fuzzy sleeper. Finally she reached the top snap in the sleeper and fastened it before she stood back to admire the baby in his sleeper. There in the crib before us, laid a little yellow bundle who’s bottom bulged with this thick diapers and who had substituted his thumb for the nipple she had given him earlier. The contented expression on Karl’s face as he quietly sucked on his thumb said all I needed to know; he was happy.

Susan turned and grinned at me. “There, well...I’ve finished my work for the moment. Now let’s get back to where we left off!”

I put my arms back around Susan’s waist and drew her into me. This time there was no resisting, our lips grew together as we embraced in a deep kiss. We held each other for several minutes. I could smell baby powder and lotion on her as we held each other; it smelled like heaven.

Karl must have spit out the pacifier because the silent bliss of our embrace was almost immediately broken by his mewling cry.

CHAPTER 10: Nourishments

Susan pulled herself out of my embrace, turning to look at Karl, who started bawl in earnest.

“Boy he really is being a stinker tonight!”, I said in a disgusted tone.

Susan turned back to face me “You’d probably would do the same if you were hungry too!”

“Didn’t Nancy feed him while we were out?”, I asked.

“Oh she probably did, but you see, little Karl is on a feeding schedule like most babies and now it’s time for his bottle,” Susan said. She hugged me tighter, saying, “You’d probably be hungry all the time too, if you were in his place. I knew it was time for his bottle, didn’t you hear me say it was time for din-din? I was only hoping to catch a few minutes before I had to fix his bottle for him.”

“Well, I’m hungry all the time too!”, I protested in a childish effort to gain her attention.

“I thought so,” she said with a glint of amusement in her eyes.

“But the kind of food I’m hungry for doesn’t come in a bottle,” I whined.

“Oh?”, she answered with an amused look on her face.

“My appetite is more for a figure like yours,” I smiled into her big blue eyes.

“Well then, I’ll just have to feed the both of you!”, Susan laughed lightly, as her hands squeezed the cheeks of my butt gently.

“Yeah, I just bet I’d look cute with the nipple of a baby bottle in my mouth too!”, I kidded Susan.

Susan didn’t reply to my joke. Instead, she smiled, pulled me closer and hugged me tightly while rubbing both my butt and back. I returned her embrace, slowly working my hands down her back to her derri?re.

Karl continued to bawl as we cuddled. Susan moved closer to the crib while she was still embracing me and looked over my shoulder into the crib at Karl. Despite his wails of hunger, she held me even tighter while her gentle massage of the cheeks of my butt changed into reassuring pats on my rear in the same way that she comforted Karl in her arms. As she continued, her gentle pats increased in their strength and intensity. It was almost like I was being gently spanked by her. My penis became erect within the confines of my underwear and trousers as her treatment of me made me hornier than I could remember feeling before. turned on by her attention. The smell of baby powder and lotion in the nursery melded with her massage to become an incredibly strong aphrodisiac combination. With every pat against my bottom, I was pushed slightly towards her body and could feel my hard penis rubbing itself against the tight confines of my underwear. I was sure Susan could feel my erection too, because her patting and rubbing intensified as I grew more sexually excited. I knew that if she didn’t stop soon, I would have to break away from her before I orgasmed helplessly and explosively in my britches. Karl was still crying hungrily, so I slowly maneuvered Susan around in a semi-circle, to enable me to look into the crib.

Karl was really putting up a fuss. He looked up at me and cried even harder. I tried to hush him, but it didn’t work. His pacifier was laying next to him.

“Hey, little guy! It’s okay...Your aunt will be right with you,” I said in a futile attempt to silence him.

Susan slowly broke our embrace. She pulled away a little at a time, her eyes never leaving mine. Her smile was ever so beautiful.

“Well,...it’s time for his din-din. I shouldn’t have waited, even though I wanted to spend a few moments with you! Why don’t you stay here and see if you can get Karl to calm down, while I get us all something to drink?”, Susan said softly.

“Boy, since the baby gets more attention than I do, maybe I should throw a tantrum to get your attention,” I grumbled.

Susan pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, “If you do, I may just treat you like Karl!”

I laughed lightly, “Then I could have you all to myself?”

“You never know!”, Susan laughed, pulling away from my embrace, saying, “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll still be here,” I laughed.

Susan disappeared through the doorway. I turned my attention to Karl. He was really putting up a squalling fit. I leaned over the crib to pick up his pacifier which had fallen from his mouth as he cried.

“Hey, little guy, what’s the matter?”, I asked in a sympathetic tone.

Karl exploded in another outburst of screaming. I watched as his feet and arms wiggled and kicked in the air futility. He was throwing a full-blown tantrum with all the expected sonic side effects.

“Here’s your pacifier, Karl! Why don’t you work on this until your Auntie brings you your nite-nite bottle,” I said as I tried to slip Karl’s pacifier between his lips.

Karl kept moving his head from side-to-side in an attempt to avoid having the pacifier stuck back into his mouth.

I looked around for something to give Karl that might possibly quiet him. I noticed that there were lots of baby toys lying abandoned the huge playpen. I went over the playpen and found a teddy bear and a rattle that were suitable for a baby. “Surely one of these toy would help distract Karl from his tantrum,” I thought to myself.

I walked back to the crib displaying the two toys that I held in my hands to Karl. First I showed him the teddy bear. Karl looked at it, then brushed it aside with his arm. “Well...that didn’t work, maybe the rattle will do it,” I said to myself. I showed Karl the rattle, shaking it above him enticingly.

Karl took one look and thundered out another discordant infant wail.

“Darn it, what will it take to keep this kid quiet?”, I mumbled to myself. I looked around the room again in irritation, hoping to find something to quiet the angry infant’s wails. Suddenly, I spotted the huge nippled pacifier on the night-stand. An idea flashed into my head. It was a stupid, idiotic idea, but then “hey!” what did I have to loose?

“Maybe if I use a pacifier along with him, that he will calm down,” I muddled with thinking processes deranged by his nerve-jangling screams. I knew it was a long shot and more than a little crazy, but I was willing to try anything to get him to shut up!

I quickly moved over to the night-stand and picked up the big pacifier, saying to myself, “I hope this works or I’m going to look and feel like an idiot!”

When I returned to Karl’s crib, I leaned over and picked up his pacifier.

“Hey Karl, guess what! I have a pacifier for you and one for me! We can be twins!”, I said as I stuck the big pacifier into my mouth. The huge bulb of the pacifier fit perfectly in my mouth. Granted, I had to move my tongue down to allow it into my mouth because of it’s size, but then I felt an almost instant desire to push my tongue against the bottom of the nipple and suck. Without hesitation, I pushed the nipple of Karl’s pacifier between his lips.

He looked at me and then his eyes grew big. I mean really big! He stopped his crying momentarily.

“Whew! That seems to have done the trick!”, I thought to myself.

I moved my mouth around the unfamiliar pacifier. It felt strange having an object in my mouth that I had not intention of eating. The unusual taste of latex rubber filled my mouth. The nipple was so large that whenever I moved my jaw, I involuntarily would bite down on the rubber teat.

When I glanced down at Karl, his mouth was still insatiably suckling his pacifier. I watched him closely, trying to copy the motions of his lips and mouth in an effort to experience some of the same pleasure he seemed to be experiencing. Karl’s eyes bulged out in utter disbelief as he observed my sucking on my own pacifier rhythmically. For a moment Karl considered what I was doing, before he flew into tantrum, spitting out his pacifier as he beat the heals of his hands and feet on the crib mattress in infantile frustration.

“Well, whatever you’ve done, it seems to have work for a moment!”, came a voice from behind me.

I swung around and stood up straight. There, leaning against the door frame of the nursery, holding a baby bottle and a glass of wine in each hand, was Susan with a huge smile on her face.

“Maybe I should have brought two bottles instead of one!”, she chuckled.

The pacifier dropped out of my open mouth onto the floor as I stumbled through a blushing-cheeked explanation about why I had a pacifier in my mouth, “I...I was j..just trying to quiet Karl.”

“Like I said, it seems to have worked for a minute,” Susan laughed, placing the glass of wine into my hand as she moved over to the crib.

“I tried everything. I gave him his teddy bear, shook his rattle for him, but he just wouldn’t stop crying,” I said defensively in an attempt to justify my unmanly behavior. I hastily added, “I thought that maybe he would calm down if I showed him how content that sucking on a pacifier made me,” I said as I tried to recover the lost shreds of my male dignity.

“And for a time, it worked! But I think the real reason that Karl was crying was that he is hungry,” Susan said as she leaned over the crib and eased the nipple of bottle of formula between Karl’s wet and pouty lips.

I watched as Karl looked up at the bottle, before putting his two hands up to hold it. His mouth opened wide to pull the nipple deep within his mouth so he arrange it between his upper palette and tongue. Soon I could hear the sound of bubbles gurgling up from the bottom of the upside-down bottle as Karl steadily drained the bottle contents. I was surprised by how many noises Karl made while he was suckling. I had always pictured bottle-fed infants as being nearly silent. Instead his feeding was accompanied by a small cacophony of sounds; every few seconds he would instinctively break the vacuum he had created so that he could breathe and with each exhalation, he made tiny contented murmuring noises of delight as his stomach filled, these sounds, of course, were accompanied by the gurgle of the bottle as it emptied. In a noisy DayCare Center, I might never have heard it over the background noise in the room, but in the big, empty antebellum house late at night, his rhythmic feeding sounds seemed thunderously loud.

“See, he was only hungry,” Susan looked back at me with a smile as she said, “Thank you for watching him for me.”

“Oh, he was no problem. I was glad to be of service,” I said nonchalantly, still embarrassed at being caught sucking on a pacifier.

“I have to admit that seeing you suck on a pacifier made me more than a little horny!”, Susan whispered softly as she bent down to pick up the pacifier that had dropped from my lips.

“I’m s..sorry about letting the p..pacifier fall on the floor”, I stammered like a naughty three-year-old, watching her dangle the pacifier in front of me.

“No problem, you were just trying to help!”, Susan said as she walked past me and replacing the pacifier on the night-stand, “Besides, I thought you looked cute with it in your mouth.”

“Like you said, it kept him quiet for a minute,” I said in an attempt to bury her memories of me acting like some sort of overgrown infant.

Susan walked back to me and put her arms around my neck.

“Would you like some of that attention that I promised you before we were interrupted?”, Susan whispered invitingly.

“Sure...what did you have in mind?”, I replied stupidly.

“I thought that since you were so helpful with Karl, I might give you my special massage treatment,” she offered tantalizingly.

“Sounds good to me,” I said as I slowly edged towards the nursery door. In my embarrassment, I would have agreed to walk on live coals as long as they were in another room. A moment later, the meaning of her offer seeped through the fear deadened neurons of my brain. “She’s going to massage me? Oh yeah!”, I thought

“Well, drink up and let me get you ready.” Susan replied.

“What about your drink?”, I asked.

“I have other things to do, like taking care of you!” Susan smiled, taking my hand and leading me to the door.

I took a sip of wine; it was thoroughly chilled and tasted very good. I took a second, deeper draught, lingering over the marvelous flavor.

Susan watched me closely as she smiled, “Do you like it?”

“It tastes great!”, I exclaimed.

“Good! It’s from a special winery. Come along, we have much to do!”, Susan laughed, pulling me along with her down the hallway.

I smiled back at her as I thought of the massage she had promised. I had wondered about how I was going to get into her pants, but the way she was acting, it wouldn’t be a problem. I grinned inwardly as I thought, “There is absolutely no doubt that I’ll get into her pants tonight!!!”

CHAPTER 11: Changed

& The Story Returns to the Moment in Time Immediately Following the Flashback &

i stared up at Susan. i could see Tim return to Susan’s side, handing her a big white bottle. There was big lettering on the bottle that says “Johnson & Johnson’s Baby powder!” i could still read and understand the writing, but it seemed to become more and more difficult each day i was stuck in my predicament.

Susan is leaned over me again with the bottle in one hand. She grasped both of my ankles with her other hand and lifts my legs into the air. i can feel my bottom becoming exposed to the cool air in the room. Susan continued to lift my legs up and over my tummy. i watched as she started shaking the bottle over my bottom. i could see some white stuff falling from the bottle onto my bottom. It felt good. It even tickled a little. Without thinking, i let out a giggle. My eyes opened wide in surprise at the giggle that had escaped my lips.

“Well, I can see that little Larry likes that!”, Tim whispered softly to Susan.

“Baby powder has that kind of effect on my men!”, Susan chuckled.

Susan continued to sprinkle the white powder onto me. Then she took the bottle away, handing it back to Tim, requesting, “Hold this for a minute for me, please.”

Tim took the bottle from her had and a little cloud of powder escaped from the top as Tim held the bottle a little too firmly. Tim coughed a bit as he inhaled the scented powder. Susan turned her head back for a moment to check on Tim’s cough.

i felt Susan’s hand spreading the powder over my bottom and around my shrunken pee-pee. She continued to rub the powder around my groin and onto my tummy. Susan lowered my legs and i could feel my bottom resting on the thick cloth beneath me. Susan tickled my tummy and i squealed with delight. i wiggled all over and waved my legs in the air helplessly as she prolonged the tickling play/torture. Suddenly, she stopped; the game was over.

i could feel her pull the soft, thick fabric up between my legs, forcing them wide apart. Susan was putting me into my nighttime diaper! i could tell because the cloth was really thick. I thought that maybe it was a good thing because i remember i that was waking up sopping wet and messy.

It was funny when i thought about it then because only weeks before i was completely toilet trained and didn’t need diapers. But then three months before i was not a baby, i was a man just like Tim. In fact i stood right where Tim was. i strained to remember how it all started. i remember it had something to do with baby powder and something right after that ... what was it? i couldn’t remember at the time, but i knew that i should force myself to try to think. It was important that i remember, because i had to do something. i wondered, “What is it i need to do?”, as my mind churned the events of the past few minutes, days, and weeks. I struggled to recall, thinking, “What was it i have to do...what is it...it’s important, that much i can remember, but what it is i can not place right now. Wait! It has to do with that big guy standing right next to my Susan! Yeah...that guy who has his arms around my Susan.” But i couldn’t remember what it was i had to do.

i could feel the cloth imprison me into its soft cozy confines as Susan wrapped one side of the thick diaper around to my front and quickly pinned it down. i remember noticing the pins she was using. They were my favorite blue teddy bear pins! Susan pulled the other side up and over the front of my diaper. The pressure on my waist became noticeable as she snugged the remaining side of the diaper tightly before fastening the thick diaper material into place with the second pin. i was securely bound in the thick folds of my nighttime diaper. i could barely straighten out my legs because the thick material of the diaper prevented me from drawing my legs together.

i could feel my legs being lifted upwards and heard the soft rustling of the plastic pants as my feet were worked through the leg openings, before she slid the pants down my legs and up to my diaper. I felt myself lifted a little bit higher as Susan worked the pants over my thickly diapered bottom. Once my diaper was completely enveloped in the plastic pants, i was gently lowered to the crib sheet. i watched as Susan carefully tucked the protective covering over the top of my diaper and checked the leg openings of my pants to be sure that there weren’t any small folds of diaper that were exposed.

“There we go! We’re all nice and pee-proof, aren’t we, my little one! We don’t want to be having any little accidents in our crib, now do we?” Susan laughed.

“ACCIDENTS! THAT’S IT!”, my mind silently screamed, “This all started with an baby powder and an accident i had with Susan! I’VE GOT TO WARN TIM TO GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE SHE CAUSES HIM TO HAVE.....” My thoughts were disrupted by my pacifier being placed back into my mouth, causing me to begin rhythmically pushing the nipple against the roof of my mouth while my cheeks pulled inwards to create a vacuum. It had become natural to immediately begin sucking on the pacifier whenever it was placed into my mouth. My former desire to shout to Tim from the psychic handcar that had once been a mighty engine of manhood and desire of what lay inexorably on the one-way steel track before him was re-routed as Susan deftly switched me over to another track and sent me silently down an off-line siding where I came to an unwanted, controlled stop against the padded baby bumpers of a padded animal crowded and overgrown crib of a nearly forgotten nursery. Like an abandoned piece of unwanted railroad equipment, my mind was parked out of the sight and sound of others, to rust away into uselessness. Once again, Susan had defeated me without either hue or battle cry; i been forced into utter defeat by the mere action of putting a pacifier between my lips. Susan had aborted my plan easily and had eroded what little was left of my manhood once again. i knew that soon my mind and manhood would disappear completely. i lay there sucking away as my legs moved in rhythm while my mind wandered back to....

CHAPTER 12: First Accident

& Flashback to the Evening of Three Months Earlier &

Susan took my hand and pulled me along the hall into a darken room, causing me to object, “Hey, I can’t see in here!”

Susan replied in a hushed voice, “Don’t worry about that, Larry, I have you well in hand...I won’t let anything harm you.”

I could feel her hand pulling me close to her body in the darkness as she asked, “Are you finished with the wine?”

“Just about,” I said as I moved the glass back to my lips, letting the remaining liquid in the glass trickle onto my tongue and down my throat.

“Here, let me take the empty glass for you,” Susan husked.

I felt the empty glass being taken from my hand. I could barely make out Susan’s shape in the darkness of the room as I felt her hand return to my back, as it began its journey down my side, groping, kneading and massaging it’s way until it stopped on my pelvis. After a moment, her hand snaked its way around my side to rest on one cheek of my bottom. Within seconds, I could feel her hand gently squeezing the muscles on my rear. Since she had begun the game, I decided that she would not object if I did the same to her. Within minutes, I had worked my way down her back and had repeated her manipulative affections with matching massaging affections of my own. Apparently, my tender ministrations on Susan must have had the same affect on her that hers had on me. While I had become fully erect in response to her, she giggled uncontrollably in response to my touch.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that question?”, Susan queried with a sexy chuckle.

Of course she was right. My partner down below was really straining against its confines. “Stay cool friend, you’ll be doing some exploring in just a little bit,” I instructed my swollen phallus silently.

Susan continued kneading the cheek of my bottom, increasing the pressure and frequency with every passing moment. I drew her closer to me, so there would be no doubt that she could feel my ready manhood that was straining to be released. In answer, Susan increased the intensity and frequency of her massage. My erection, which had been but a normal affair that I was used too, expanded to new dimensions as my highly elevated hormone level allowed huge amounts of blood to fill the venous cavities of my penis, but chemically clamped down on the venous valves to refuse the trapped blood an exit. This caused an extreme sense of sexual urgency which was not helped when Susan took her free hand and began massaging my prostate gland beneath my perineum.

I began trembling uncontrollably in Susan’s arms as she wakened the deepest, most powerful instincts of my body and personality. As I shuddered in sexual rapture, I knew that I’d either have to pull away from her embrace or I would lose complete control of the situation and my ability to control my gonads. I tried to pull back a little, but Susan’s embrace and sexual kneading became even more stimulating. For the few moments that I resisted, I couldn’t believe her strength and how easily defeated I was. On the other hand, I couldn’t honestly have said that I didn’t want to subconsciously lose to her domination either. I loved her physical attentions and was fascinated by her forceful personality.

Suddenly, I lost control of myself and couldn’t stop the impending orgasm that had snuck up on me. As I ejaculated, releasing the sexual tension in my body, my brain experienced an incredible sensation with closed-eyed visual effects like fireworks going off. There was nothing I could do to stop it. My body shuddered in reaction, jerking in rhythm with Susan’s rhythmic manipulations timed with her tender finger-strokes of the tender flesh of my perineum of my rear. With every soft, tender, lingering caress on my bottom, my prostate contracted violently and forced another short geyser of seminal fluid to gush into my already sticky underwear. Time seemed to stop as the cycle of massage and kneading led immediately to another orgasm followed by more stroking and squeezing to produce yet another sexual eruption. I was helpless in her hands as her touch caused me to release all the sexual tension I had kept hidden and buried within the depths of my libido since my early teenaged years. The draining of my theretofore sequestered sexual energies gave me a light-headed, floating sensation as if I had taken some euphoric drug or was in an hypnotically induced state of rapture. I collapsed against Susan’s body, moaning in the abandon of pure ecstasy. After a few moments, Susan’s gentle kneading gradually changed into featherlight strokes and pats of approval.

When I recovered, I was inwardly upset by the memory of my complete loss of control of myself in Susan’s presence. I tried to pull away from Susan, but her arms continued to hold me against her breasts. As she held me like mother cuddling her infant, I felt my emotional tensions being drained away. Unfortunately, my Superego used my moment of weakness to convert the mild feeling of upset and wrongness to be replaced by stronger and more disturbing reaction to my overt display of unmanly helplessness, i.e., personal mortification. Her maternal treatment of me gave me an incredibly strong sensation that I was unable to breathe. I felt like she actually suffocating me with her breasts. I struggled against her hold, fighting for air and freedom, only to have her hold me even more tightly to her chest. After a few minutes of fruitless struggle against a power that was greater than mine, I collapsed inwardly and surrendered to her motherly hold. Unconsciously, I began to whimper helplessly over my humiliatingly powerless condition. Like a woman with a very small child, she lessened her hold slightly and allowed me to lay me back and cradle my head against her arms. It was obvious that she could tell that I was overwrought and needed to rest to trying recompose myself.

“There, there...Don’t you feel better now?”, Susan whispered.

“I’m s..sorry, but I think that I’ve had an adolescent accident,” I muttered softly in embarrassment at the huge wet spot that covered the front of my briefs and was rapidly spreading down to the rear of my briefs.

“Why are you sorry? Didn’t you enjoy it?”, Susan asked with a note of loving concern in her voice. It was obvious that she had expected my helpless emissions and that she had mentally dismissed my lack of control as perfectly normal.

“Uhh,...yeah, I guess I did, but I made a mess in my briefs! I’m sorry, I didn’t intend to...,” I began.

“Shhhhhhhh,” Susan whispered, “I enjoyed it and I thought you did too! It was obvious to me that one orgasm wasn’t enough to satisfy you, so I protracted our little interlude until you were quite finished.”

I was a little stunned by her attitude. I had really enjoyed the sensations caused by her touch. I just wished that I could have controlled myself until the time was right for me to make love to her.

I felt Susan’s hand move from my bottom to the front of my wet briefs. Her hand began to slowly massage the front of the thin cotton material which had partly absorbed the emissions of my last orgasm. As she stroked my crotch with the palm of her hand, I felt the warm wetness of my formerly exuberant ejaculate being forced down my crotch to the back of my briefs. When she gently massaged the thick wetness of genitive gel over and beneath my testicles, I truly felt like I had wet my pants like a little kid rather than just had an adult male ejaculation.

As I gazed up into Susan’s eyes, they returned my attention with a gentle, loving smile of maternal triumph.

Suddenly, my Superego went into overdrive as profound feelings of guilt washed over me like a towering, unstoppable tsunami. “I’m sorry,” I said repentantly as I stammered, “I....I...d...didn’t mean it...It...It was a mistake ... No, that’s all wrong! I mean ...”

“Why don’t you let me get you out of those wet things?”, Susan whispered in a sexy but practical tone.

“I didn’t mean to make a mess ....,” I plainted like a small child.

“I want to take care of you! I’ll clean you up properly and then we can continue to explore each other,” Susan soothed maternally.

I was completely in her control and she knew it. Susan’s hands unfastened my belt, then unbuttoned the front of my jeans before pulling down the zipper to expose my semen sodden underwear. I continued hanging on to her shoulders, exhausted from the overwhelming orgasm that had left my lower torso limp and helpless. A few seconds later, I could feel my jeans slipping over my rear and down my thighs The cool air of the room gave me goosepimples as it came in contact with my legs as my pants fell to the floor to pool around my ankles.

Susan’s hands then wrapped around to my back as they moved upwards to grasp the bottom of my shirt. Within seconds, the bottom hem of my shirt was being gently pulled up and over my head, forcing me to lift my arms to allow her to remove the shirt. In a strange way, it felt as if I were a little kid being undressed by his mother. Susan was so delicate and sensuous about the way that she disrobed me, that I was involuntarily turned on by her cunning ministrations even though being treated like a small child who had to have the assistance of his mother to undress embarrassed me terribly. As Susan pulled the shirt from around my head, I let my arms fall back to my waist. With a need beyond sexuality, I reached out with my bare arms and pulled her to my naked chest. Slowly, we sank to the floor with Susan lounging beside me. We held each other for a few minutes. I squirmed a bit, laying my pantless leg over hers as I reached around her back and felt for the buttons on the back of her blouse. While I was engaged in a fruitless search for buttons that weren’t there, Susan’s hands took the initiative and I felt them slide down my back again, touching me with her fingertips like a butterfly and then pressing down with the heel of her hand to massage my muscles. She stopped just short of the waistband of my shorts, pausing for a moment before she pulled open the elastic waistband and slipped both hands inside my most private domain. Instead of exploring as I expected, she spread her hands wide to open up the elastic band as she pulled down to bring my briefs down to my knees with her hands. With one hand, she lifted the bottom of my calves behind my briefs, before ripping my underwear free of my feet with a deft jerk.

Susan broke away first.

“Don’t go anywhere, okay? Just stay right here and I’ll be right back,” Susan ordered quietly.

“Let me get my shir...”, I started to say.

“Shhhhhhh....... I’ll be right back! I want to continue. Please? Just close your eyes and relax. Let me take care of you,” Susan whispered.

“....Okay, I’ll stay right here,” I murmured back.

I watched Susan’s outline as she drew herself up in a single graceful movement, lithely standing up before slipping from the darkened room.

CHAPTER 13: The Massage

My eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness. I could make out a large old-fashioned four poster bed just a few feet away from where I lay.

“Close your eyes and relax!”, Susan’s voice commanded from the hallway as if she had divined my thoughts of getting up off the floor and laying on the mattress of the bed. “How had she known what I was thinking?”, I asked myself in puzzlement.

In many ways, she seemed to have the omniscience that I had believed my mother had when I was a little kid. Rather than force the issue, I closed my eyes. As I lay on the floor, I could hear movement in the room next to the one I occupied.

“What are you doing?”, I asked quietly.

“Shhhhhh.... You’re supposed to be relaxing,” came the reply from the hallway.

I concentrated on the noises with my eyes still closed. I could hear some shuffling here and there. Suddenly the shuffling became louder and louder.

“Keep your eyes closed!”, Susan said in a commanding tone.

“They ARE closed!”, I said defensively.

“That’s a good boy!”, replied the warm feminine voice that sounded like it came from a source that was almost on top of me.

I could hear Susan’s footsteps as she came back into the room. As she neared me, I could sense the heat from her body as she knelt down next to me.

“I’m back and I intend to take especially good care of you,” Susan said sotto voce.

When I tried to sit back up, I felt Susan’s hand on my chest push me gently back to lay on soft carpeted floor again.

“Just relax and enjoy the feeling!”, Susan said enthusiastically.

I tried to relax as Susan’s warm hands began rubbing my chest and arms. My nose discerned an odd sweet scent which I knew that I had smelled at least once in my life, even though I couldn’t quite place it, it smelled good.

Susan stopped for a moment and then my groin and inner legs was blanketed by a very warm wet terrycloth washcloth that was draped over my crotch. Seconds later, she gathered the cloth in her hand and began gently scrubbing my nether regions with the washcloth. Susan indulgent ministrations were extremely gentle and tender, causing me to become very, very relaxed. A vacant thought crossed my mind that Susan treated little Karl with the same gentility and tenderness that she was showing me. The thought that Karl was treated so lovingly every minute of the day by Susan gave me a instant twinge of jealousy. No wonder Karl’s cries were silenced by her mere touch, if I had been in Karl’s place, her professional nanny’s ministrations would have silenced me too!

“Larry, would you roll over onto your stomach for me, please?”, Susan asked invitingly as she explained while gently urging me to move with her hand on the right side of my waist, “If you do, I can give you a relaxing back rub.”

Who was I to argue with that sort of offer? Without a qualm, I rolled over onto my stomach in the direction that the pressure of her hand had indicated. As I rolled over, I found myself on some sort of padded cloth that Susan had pre-positioned on the floor prior to prodding me into a prone versus my supine pose. The cloth that she had laid down was very comfortable and felt good next to my bare skin; it was very soft and quilted even though it was quite thin.

As I lay on my stomach, Susan directed me to relax and place my arms above my head. At that point, I was more than willing to do as she instructed.

I heard the soft pop of a lid being opened on a plastic container before I felt Susan’s hands begin to rub my back. When I opened my eyes, they saw a plastic bottle that stood a little distance from the right side of my head. I lifted my head a little to give my eyes a chance to focus on the lettering of the plastic container. When I did, I could barely make out the light blue art nouveau lettering which spelled, “baby lotion” framed by old-fashioned twisted leaf-green vines with cunning curlicued leaves against the white background.

“Hey, isn’t that the same stuff you used on Karl?”, I asked Susan.

“baby lotion makes a good lubricant for massages,” Susan replied, “Just close your eyes and relax.”

The scent of the lotion was strong as I inhaled the fragrance; the aroma gave one the impression of cleanliness and purity. It smelled very good as the perfume blended with the scent of my body. I felt clean and innocent for the first time since I’d become an adult.

“That’s it! Just relax. Close your eyes and let me take care of you,” Susan offered invitingly.

I felt her hands massaging over my back, rubbing more lotion into every open pore of my body in the most sensuous fashion possible. I felt my penis becoming erect again as she rejuvenated my overworked libido by the mere touch of her lotion coated fingertips. It wasn’t long before I realized I was about to orgasm again and clamped down as hard as I could on any sexual thoughts and feelings. “This time,” I vowed silently, “I’ll do it right!”

I was determined to control my urges so that I could lay down upon Susan’s stomach as she lay supine with her legs bent and open to me so that I could orgasm within her body as a man should!”

The taut muscles that ran down my lower back gave Susan a clue that I was tensing up again. She poured a bit more baby lotion on her hands and continued rubbing my back, delving deep between the crevasse of my cheeks to massage the lotion as far down as possible.

Despite my previous intentions, I was almost ready to explode! The pressure had become to great to control by mortal man. I grit my teeth in determination as I renewed my vow not to lose control again. When my pelvis rotated forwards as my back arched in a classical sexual position, Susan saw that I was in a state of sexual excitation. She immediately stopped massaging my back and bottom and began working on my arms and shoulders. As the immediate need for sexual relief diminished, I heaved a sigh of physical relief.

“There now! Doesn’t that feel better?”, Susan asked.

“That felt great!”, I answered enthusiastically, “You should do this for a living!”

Susan giggled and said, “I’m neither a licensed massage nor am I a licensed sexual therapist! I’m a professional nanny! I only massage special friends of mine!”

With that statement, Susan stopped rubbing. Almost at once, I felt the coolness of something light and airy being sprinkled onto my back. With a start, I recognized the perfume that surrounded me; Susan was dusting me with Baby powder!

After my back was covered with a thin layer of powder, Susan’s hands started to rub the powder into the skin of my back, arms, and shoulders. It felt wonderful.

“See? I told you that Baby powder has multiple uses. Don’t you agree?”, Susan asked with a smile, “You smell wonderful!”

I had to agree that the combination of baby lotion and Baby powder felt good. Strangely, the combination seemed to make my entire body feel good, including my stomach and intestines. Either way, my judgement became cloudy as the sensation of heavy drowsiness overtook over my body. I knew that if I had any chance of making my play to sleep with Susan, it would have to be immediate. It wouldn’t be long before sexual activity was impossible because of my growing need to sleep.

When I started to get up, Susan was still straddling me as she massaged my back.

“Whoa! Now wait a minute, Buster! I haven’t finished your the massage,” Susan objected.

“I thought that maybe I could take care of you now,” I replied.

“Oh no,” Susan giggled, “Thanks for the thought, but I’m not done getting you prepped.”

“Can’t we continue this on the bed?”, he asked.

“Well....,” she temporized while she thought about it before she answered, “Yes, I guess we could, but it would be conditional on your agreement to a bedding arrangement.”

“And the condition?”

“Well I don’t want to get my bedding all messed up with the baby powder. So if we move this to my bed, I want the pad that’s beneath you over the bed sheet before you get into bed. Agreed?” Susan stated.

I didn’t have a problem with that, so I easily agreed to conditions. Besides, I liked the way the padding felt beneath my body.

Susan slowly got off me, pulling me up by the shoulders. Her hands encircled my body, squeezing me tightly. I turned around in her arms, encircling my arms around her body.

“Even though we just met, I’ve come to like and care about you a lot! I don’t want to lose you!” Susan husked in my ear.

“I feel the same way about you!”, I replied quietly back to Susan before I grasped her shoulders in my hands and planted a deep, erotic kiss in her mouth. To my delight, she didn’t resist, but rather forced her tongue into my mouth and pushed everything back as if she was the proper aggressive sexual partner instead of allowing the man to take the lead as was proper. Nonetheless, we held each other again and cuddled for a few minutes before I was compelled to withdraw. Dizziness overtook me and I was forced to grasp Susan’s shoulders tightly, lest I would have fallen backwards.

“Whoa!”, I reeled in surprise as I said to Susan, “I don’t know what happened, but I can’t seem to stand up straight.”

“Don’t worry, Honey, I’ve got you. Remember I said that I was going to take good care of you?”, Susan reassured me.

Susan took my hand and walked my tottering body over to the bed before sitting me down on the edge of the mattress. I had a hard time believing what had happened to me. For some reason my bodily balance had vanished. Even walking with Susan’s assistance was incredibly difficult. I found it was almost impossible to stand up straight. My knees felt weak and my thighs were aching by the time I reached the bed. Even my feet didn’t seem to want to cooperate; I had suddenly turned grossly pigeon-toed with my feet rotated inwards at least thirty degrees. The net effect of all the physical problems that had beset me was that I had the balance and assurance of an eleven-month-old baby. My center-of-gravity had been thrown off by my bent back, while my extremely pigeon-toed feet made walking very difficult. It would have been easier just to crawl on my hands and feet. With Susan’s help, I was just barely able to ambulate clumsily to the side of the bed.

I put my hands down to the mattress on either side of me, trying to get some solid support. Susan watched my movements carefully and observed me before saying, “Uh-huh! Stay where you are while I’ll get the pad.”

Susan looked intently into my eyes when she returned with the pad and asked, “Are you going to be okay?”

After I sat on the bed, I grasped the upper and outer edge of the mattress, trying to stay upright and keep my balance. When she asked me about my status, I replied with a self-conscious stutter, “I’m okay! I just lost my... balance... balance there for a moment!”

“Good, because I want to finish your massage!”, Susan exclaimed.

“I can’t wait!”, I thought to myself.

CHAPTER 14: Magic Touch

Susan went over to the big quilted pad and picked it up the along with the plastic containers of baby lotion and Baby powder to roll them in the pad for carrying over to the bed. Then she carefully drew back the duvet and folded it in neat pleats at the foot of the bed.

When she returned with the waterproof cover, she placed it on top of the mattress sheet. I watched as she smoothed out the pad before she turned to me and gently started to push me back on top of the pad.

“Are you still feeling dizzy?”, Susan asked.

“No... I feel better. I don’t know what happened,” I replied.

“Well, why don’t you just lie back and let me finish what I started,” Susan cooed.

I wasn’t going to argue with her, so I let her push me back onto the bed. I looked up at her face as she made preparations for finishing the adult interlude which we had begun before. Her eyes were smiling back on me. I watched as she picked up my legs and swung them onto the bed.

“There you go, now I can finish,” Susan whispered.

Her bed was wondrous. The very mattress seemed to reach up to caress me. I had never lain in a bed that comfortable in my life. I groaned softly as I basked in the sensuousness of the bedding. Susan giggled and observed, “So, I gather you like my bed!”

“Ohhhhh,” was all I could say.

“I daresay you may get used to it! Although the first time I lay down in it, I almost fell asleep instantly. Would you like to know why it’s so comfortable?”, she asked.

When she was young, my Grandmother was a pharmaceutical chemist who collaborated with my grandfather who was a famous industrial chemist of the early nineteen hundreds. My Grandmother’s scientific work was discounted, because women weren’t supposed to understand Science or Chemistry in that era. Some of the early work replicating the German discoveries in aniline dyes were the direct consequence of my grandmother’s unknown contributions to Science. This wasn’t unknown in that period, rumor has it that Albert Einstein was a mediocre mathematician who’s first wife wrote most of his original treatise on Special Relativity. One of the odd things that was discovered after Einstein’s death was the huge divorce settlement he made in a period when penurous grants upon divorce were common.

Since pharmaceutical chemistry was in it’s infancy, she kept her discoveries to herself and helped make my grandfather rich. After my Grandfather’s untimely disappearance, she inherited the family estate. One of the first things she did after my Grandfather’s disappearance was have this house built to her specifications. The oaken headstead and footstead of the bed you’re lying in came from the estate of a Renaissance Lord in England. As she grew older, my grandmother’s increasingly frail condition required that she have the absolute best in bedding and comfort. Since she was an engineer, she combined the best technologies available and updated them as the engineering got better. The spring mattress is the very best on the market, as is both the mattress itself and the mattress pad. All of them were released to the public just prior to her death, so she never got a chance to try them, although she had placed a pre-paid order for them. If you’d like to know more about how each layer of the bed was engineered, read the literature in the drawer of the bedside table on your side of the bed.

I watched as she picked up the baby lotion bottle. Susan opened the cap of the bottle and squeezed a generous amount into one hand. She set the bottle down and then brought her lotion-filled hand close to her face. I watched as she gently blew into her hand, before starting to rub the lotion around in both of her hands. She was warming the lotion, just as she did when she used it on Karl!

After a few moments, Susan placed her hands on to my chest. I was prepared to jump, expecting the lotion to be cold, but instead I felt the warm caress of her hands, slowly rubbing my pectorals in a circular motion.

It was great. I closed my eyes, taking in the wonderful sensations.

“That’s good. Just relax and let me work my special magic over you,” Susan cooed.

“You have a wonderful touch,” I sighed extravagantly as she massaged my upper body.

“More than you know!”, Susan laughed lightly as she continued to rub down my upper chest with the lotion.

She continued rubbing my upper chest, working the lotion into every pore of my body. “That’s good,” she cooed down to me, “Just relax. I’m going to take real good care of you!”

I wasn’t going to argue with her.

I remember her stopping for just a moment. I heard the light twisting of something, and then felt the cool spray of powder being sprinkled over me. I didn’t open my eyes, but I could tell that it was baby powder. The smell enthralled me. I could feel Susan’s hand wandering over my chest again, spreading the soft cornstarch baby powder over my body. Her hands moved down my body, massaging the sweet soothing powder into the skin of my stomach. I could sense that she was going lower.

I tried to open my eyes; Susan quickly advised me not to.

“Just relax, you’re worse than the one-year-old in the next room!”, Susan stated in a motherly tone that seemed condescending to me at the time.

Her hands continued massaging my stomach, rubbing lower and reaching under to my perineum. Again I became erect as her efforts excite me. I groaned as her hands descended to my bottom, making my penis semi-erect in response.

When the phone suddenly rang, Susan said with irritation, “Oh, Darn it! Just when I was about to finish you up!”

I opened my eyes to see Susan leaning over me, reaching for the phone on the headboard stand on the bed. I made a grab for her, pulling her down.

“Larry, you behave yourself!”, Susan giggled.

“Don’t answer it!”, I giggled back.

“If I don’t, the phone will wake up Karl, and I’ll never get to finish with you!”

She had a point. So I released her. Susan picked the phone.

“Hello. .... Yes, I am up. ...... No, he’s still here.” Susan answered. She put her hand over the mouthpiece and mouthed something. I could not quite make out what she whispered.

“Yes, it was a very good time. I really do want to thank you for watching Karl for me. I know it was the spur of the moment thing, but it really was worth it.”

I looked up, staring right into Susan’s well-endowed breasts. Her blouse was loose enough that the breasts just hung there. I moved my hands up on to Susan’s blouse, right where her nipples where prodding the material of the blouse. Susan looked down at me and winked.

“I think that he is a very attractive person, ....in his own boyish way.” Susan continued.

“Boyish?” I thought to myself. “Wait till she see how much of a man I am!”

I started to massage Susan’s breasts through the blouse. Susan looked at me again. I could see a grin start to spread across her face.

“No, I think he is going to be very unavailable for the time being!”, Susan continued speaking into the phone.

I rubbed harder on her breasts. Susan started to rock back and forth on top of me. I could tell she was enjoying the attention.

“He’s just like Karl in his cravings for attention!”, Susan giggled, shifting the phone receiver into her other hand.

I kneaded her breast even harder.

“Listen Nancy, I need to finish what I started. Can I talk with you later?”

I continued working on Susan with one hand, and I started to pull on the phone cord with the other.

“Why Nancy? You know I’ll tell you all the details when the time comes,” Susan giggled again, then added, “Oh, just for your information, I suspect that I’ll be needing your services in the very near future, in fact I know that we’re both going to be very busy. Can I count on your help?”

I pulled harder on the phone cord, trying to pull Susan more on top of me.

“That’s great, I’ll discuss the details with you later!”, Susan finished the conversation and then hung up the phone.

“Good, I have you all to myself now!”, I exclaimed.

“Nooo. Now I have you all to myself!”, Susan laughed back, “You’re a very naughty boy, but I’ll deal with that later. Now I want to finish my massage!”

Susan picked up the baby powder and sprinkled more onto my chest, rubbing it in with her free hand.

I moved my hands back up to disrupt her actions with the Baby powder, but Susan pushed them deftly aside.

“Just relax! I’m almost finished, then we can explore!”

“Good, it’s about time! I need to release this built-up pressure I feel inside!”, I thought to myself.

“Do me a favor and roll over onto your stomach, please!”, Susan said softly.

“But you did my back already!”, I giggled.

“I just want to make sure, you’re still pretty tense back there!”, Susan laughed.

I rolled over onto my stomach. I could feel her hands kneading my back. This time her hands were rubbing harder. I could feel the pressure as she seems to push me deeper into the quilted pad. It did feel good. Her hands worked my upper back, then slowly started moving lower, and lower into my back. It felt good. I closed my eyes.

“That’s it! Just relax and let my fingers do their magic!”, Susan said softly, “You just relax and think of how good it feels to have all of your tension massaged out of you.”

She was right. All my tension in my back was slipping away. I felt as if I was sinking deeper and deeper into the bed. Her hands gently working every muscle in my back. It felt sooo gooood. I was sinking deeper and deeper and deeeee......

“That’s a good boy! Just relax and I’ll take care of you. Relax and let all your worries melt away. You won’t have anything to worry about anymore,” Susan said and then added to herself in a muttered voice, “ Not after I’m finished with you, that is.”

“I feel so goo...,” I started to mumble.

“Shhhhhhh..., Just relax, I’m going to take care of you from now on. Don’t worry, you’re going to be in good hands!”, Susan reassured me in whispered tones over and over.

I don’t remember what happened next. All I remember is feeling as if I was sinking deeper and deeper into a very relaxed condition. I felt so comfortable, warm, and cozy. I didn’t remember feeling that way before, but it was a good feeling. Yes, I was very relaxed and very warm. Very relaxed and warm. It felt good, verrry gooooooood.

The next thing I knew, I was wide awake, lying on my back and half-covered by a sheet. I can’t see anything. It’s dark, but I can feel that there’s a warm living body lying next to me.

I remember hearing a whimper. It wasn’t in the same room, but somewhere else in the house. The whimper was getting louder, turning into a distinct whine. With a start, I recognized the sound. It was a baby’s cry.

I slowly remembered where I was. I was lying on the bed with Susan laying next to me.

Suddenly I felt another sensation. This sensation was a cold and damp feeling that I hadn’t experienced in nearly thirty-three years. I slowly moved my hands down underneath the sheet that was covering me. I discovered that I was still naked under the sheet, but my groin felt wet. When I touched the sheet that was covering that area, it was damp and cold. I twisted my arm around to run my hand between my back and the quilted pad that I lay on. My bedpad was sopping wet! I continued to feel around me with my hands. I could feel where the dampness stopped and discovered that that the wet area was only under me. Suddenly I was scared. I began to realize what had happened and the idea really frightened me.

The whining cries from the other room were getting louder. Karl was really bawling up a storm. Frankly, if I wasn’t an adult, I’d have done the same. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I had pissed in the bed just like a baby!

CHAPTER 15: Wet

I felt Susan move in the bed as she slept next to me.

I didn’t know what to do or what to say to explain myself. What could you say to someone you just met and in whose bed you’ve peed? “Oh, I’m sorry, but I just wet your bed!”, was not exactly the best line to wake your bed partner with if one intended to make a good impression on a first date.

I remember trying to reconstruct what had happened to me. I remembered most of what happened earlier; the dinner with Susan and following her to her house. I remembered her taking care of the baby and giving me some wine followed by a wonderful massage. I couldn’t seem to remember what happened after that. All I knew was that I was in bed with Susan, and was laying in a puddle of my own urine. What had happened to me? Even more importantly, what was I going to do?

I tried to develop one or two possible plans. The only thing I could think of was to try to get out of the bed as slowly and silently as possible, then quietly remove the pad from the bed before Susan woke and discovered what I had done.

I looked around in the darkness. After my eyes adjusted, I could make out the reading on the digital alarm clock. It read 3:35 AM.

The baby in the nursery in the next room whined loudly again.

Susan tossed in her sleep. No doubt that the baby’s cries were causing her subconscious to attempt to rouse her from her slumber. She rolled over and laid her hand on my stomach. I heard her moan lightly as she slowly started to stroke me by running her hand up and down my stomach.

Karl loosed another volley of whines, waking Susan out of a deep sleep. She sat up instantly and got out of bed. She quickly slipped on a nightgown by touch and shuffled out of the dark bedroom in her slippers.

That was my chance to do something, but the question was what should I do?

I carefully lifted my wet bottom off the pad before rolling off the side of the bed. I realized that I wasn’t wearing any clothes, so at least I didn’t have to worry about explaining wet clothes to Susan. I stood up and bent over to pull the soaked pad off the...

I heard a click and suddenly the room was flooded with light.

I turned quickly and saw Susan standing in the doorway.

I had been caught!

Susan looked in succession at me, then the wet sheet, and finally the pee-soaked quilted pad.

I knew that my face must have been blushing through ever deepening shades of red as my body involuntarily reacted to my embarrassment by dumping huge amounts of blood into the outer capillaries of my facial skin. From my behavioral psychology class, I knew that my body was displaying submission for having committed a sin. Both sides of my face burned hotly as my capillaries were engorged with arterial blood. Emotionally, I felt the keen embarrassment that a three-year-old experiences who had been publicly remonstrated for peeing and pooping himself while in a shopping Mall.

“What happened?”, Susan asked softly as she moved towards me and the bed.

“I th...think I h...had another acc...accident. I don’t kno...”, I stammered in humiliation.

“Oh, you poor thing! You must not be feeling well at all!”, Susan said consolingly.

“I don’t know what’s happening! I mean I never wet the bed. I am sorry, really...,” I tried vainly to explain my childish accident.

Susan put her hand to my head, as if she was manually checking my temperature to see if I was running a fever.

“Oh Dear!”, Susan exclaimed as she pulled her hand away with slightly alarmed tone in her voice without divulging the results of her examination. Then her voice took on an authoritative quality that I presumed she usually used with the children under her care, “Let’s get you cleaned up first, okay? The wet bed sheet and bed pad can wait until you’re all clean and nice again. I want to attend to your needs first! The bedclothes can wait,” Susan cajoled as she took me by the hand.

“If you’ll just let me go to the bathroom, I’ll clean this mess...,” I attempted to say.

“No, no, no!”, Susan said emphatically as she pulled on my hand, “Come on, I’ll lead you to where I want you to go! We’ll take care of your little accident in just a few minutes.”

“Really, you don’t need too...,” I started to say.

“I’m not going to listen to any arguments, do you hear me?”, she said maternally and continued, “Your forehead is hot and I think you’re running a fever. You’re sick, do you understand? I’m going to take care of you until you get better! Now come along with me! I don’t want to hear another word from you until I’ve gotten you cleaned up! Is that understood?” Susan ordered as she towed me from the bedroom like a recalcitrant preschooler who thought he was too big to need his mother’s care even though he was sick.

“That explains my “accident”! I knew that there had to be a reason! Obviously, I’m sick! Maybe I got food poisoning from last night’s dinner?”, I wondered to myself while Susan led me by the hand down the hall.

Susan led me into the bathroom, flicking the wall-mounted switch by the door to turn on the overhead light as we passed by.

Susan led me over to the bathtub and assisted as I slowly sat on the edge of the porcelain-coated tub. I shivered slightly because the ceramic floor tiles felt like they were freezing cold on the soles of my bare feet.

“Oh, you poor baby! You’re really not feeling well, are you? Just look at you, you’re shivering all over! Don’t worry, Sweetheart, I’ll get you all better!”, Susan said with a “take-charge” maternal tone. I looked up into her face and saw that she was smiling back at me with warmth and consideration.

“I really am sorry. I just don’t understand what’s happened! It’s as if...,” I tried to explain.

“Whatever caused it, it’s not important! Do you hear me? Just relax and don’t worry! I’ll take care of everything! Before we do anything else, though, we’ve got to get you cleaned up, okay?” Susan asked rhetorically as she assumed complete command of the situation.

I watched dejectedly as Susan turned the bathtub faucet on and plugged the drain at the bottom of the tub.

While the tub was filling, she took a bottle of liquid from underneath the bathroom sink and twisted the cap open. When she began pouring the contents of the bottle directly into the stream of water from the tub’s spigot, thick, frothy, bubbles began to foam up beneath the beating water of the spigot’s stream.

“I can take a shower and clean myself up. This isn’t necessary! It would only take me a few...,” I started to say, “minutes”, hoping to regain part of my personal dignity that had been lost when she discovered that I’d wet the bed when Susan cut me off. I didn’t want to take a bubble bath! Bubble bathes are for women, children and panty-waisted fairies! Real men take showers!

“No, you’re not feeling well and I don’t want to take the chance of you falling down while you’re standing in the shower! I know that you’d rather shower, but it’s safer for you in the tub! Look at me! I’ve gone to all the trouble to run a nice warm bath for you!” she cajoled.

“But you put bubble bath in it!’, I accused. “Men don’t take bubble baths!”, I whined.

“My men do!”, Susan said with authority and continued, “Now listen to me! I have no intention of taking ?no’ from you! Why don’t you just swing your legs around and get into the tub, like a good boy?”

“See?”, I refuted, “You’re treating me like a child! I’m big enough to make my own decisions!”

“Are you indeed? And this is coming from a man who just wet the bed like a toddler and who’s running a fever? Just what do you think happens to hospital patients who wet their beds, hmm? When patients can’t control their bladders, they get put into diapers. I’m not asking anything like that of you! All I want is to get you cleaned up!”, Susan replied in a very motherly tone.

“But Bubble bath is for children and women, not men!”, I stated.

“Nonsense! Bubble bath serves a purpose, or didn’t you know? The foam puts a fine layer of soap on every inch of skin that touches it and makes bathing easier. Yes, I could lather up some soap in a washcloth and scrub your body in the same way I would a baby’s body, but I was trying to spare you that humiliating experience! I can’t leave you covered in your own pee like an untended baby! I leave it up to you! You can have a quick bubble bath or I can get a bar of Johnson and Johnson’s Baby soap and lather a washcloth to scrub you like a baby. Frankly, at this point, I’d just as soon do the latter. You’re behaving like a toddler and should be treated like one!”

“I know Sweetie, that bubble baths go against your grain, but you need to take one because you’re sick. Besides, I think that you’ll enjoy your bubble bath! Most men are too hard on themselves and never allow their bodies to feel the simple pleasures of life. Bubble baths are a lot like massages, everyone is aware that they exist, but few take advantage of one of the real pleasures in life. Come on, Sweetheart, get into the tub and let’s end this nonsense! I know that you were embarrassed because you wet the bed, but believe me, I’m not upset with you in any way. On the other hand, if you don’t get into the tub this instant, you can take your pee-soaked body home! I have no intention of sleeping with a man who stinks of spoiled pee! Do I make myself clear?”, she declared with her hands on her hips.

When I saw the wide-legged authoritarian stance that Susan took while she was remonstrating my unwillingness to take a bubble bath, I decided that utter surrender was the better part of valor. Besides, she was right, my unwillingness to take a bubble bath was irrational. The sudsy foam would help me get cleaner all the quicker, I just had never considered the reason why people took bubble baths. I had just assumed that they liked to play with the foam like children or used them to perpetuate their overactive egos like I had seen in movies. I certainly didn’t want to go home, nor did I want to cause any more trouble, so I swung my legs around and eased them into the two-inch layer of foam that lay on top of the water of the slow-filling tub.

I maneuvered around and with Susan’s help, I aligned my body with the tub. As I knelt down, then sat back and started to slide my legs down through the warm water beneath the growing mountains of bubbles, Susan steadied me and kept me from falling in the tub with her hands on my shoulders.

CHAPTER 16: Bubbles

As I relaxed and sank to the bottom of the tub, I felt the growing mounds of bubbles tickling my sides. I straightened my legs to put them at the lowest level of the tub, causing the warm water to rise to within an inch of the level of the top of the tub. Simultaneously, the floating mountain of bubbles rise to meet my head, covering my lower ears. For a moment, I’m surprised at how loud bubble baths can be; the sharp “snap” of each bubble as it explodes can almost be discerned through the “white noise” created by thousands and thousands of bubbles popping in unison. Susan pushed down on my shoulders, causing me to fold my legs to allow my torso to slide further into the tub. When the water level reached chest level, Susan stopped pushing and allowed me to soak. Within minutes, the pleasure of the bubble bath caused me to forget why Susan insisted that I bathe. The incident in the bedroom was far behind me.

“Doesn’t that feel better?”, Susan asked solicitously.

“Uh huh,” I mumbled in a slightly childish voice as the warm water and bubbles brought back partial scenes and memory fragments from my early childhood. I remembered being given a bubble bath when I was four-years-old, and how good it felt at the time.

The tub was almost full of warm water, bubbles, and of course, myself. Susan turned the faucet off and took another bottle from the shelf before opening it. I watched as she snapped open the top and poured almost a third of a cup of the peach-colored substance into the water. Since I didn’t see a label on the bottle, I asked, “Susan, what’s that?”

Susan smiled at me and said with a condescending tone, “It’s just another bath ointment to make you feel better! I keep this around for special friends who need something special give them a new lease on life. You’re to hard on yourself and you’re beginning to age before your time. This formula will reverse the process.” After that declaration Susan poured more of the pink liquid into the tub, saying, “Now just lie back and relax, you’ve been under too much stress and the stress has weakened your immune system so much that you’ve become sick.”

I was confused. My job was really easy and non-stressful as long as my output was within corporate limits and I didn’t take off except for vacations which needed to be scheduled two weeks in advance. “I’m really not under any stress, I just don’t know what happened and how I could have an accident like...” I continued to mutter.

Susan picked up the wash cloth and dipped into the water before taking the bar of Johnson & Johnson Baby soap and running it back and forth across the terrycloth to work up a good lather. Then she folded the washcloth in half, concealing the suds so that she could wipe me face without soap. She wiped my forehead with the hot, damp cloth and started to gently rub my forehead and temples, moving the cloth around in a circular movement to relax me.

“Don’t worry about the bed, accidents will happen. Besides it’s not...,” Susan stopped in mid-sentence as she heard a faint cry.

I glanced up at Susan as I heard Karl screaming in discomfort.

“Oh dear, I forgot about the baby!”, Susan exclaimed.

She dropped the soapy washcloth into the water at the sound of Karl’s wails. “Stay here and soak. Just relax, while I go check on Karl. Remember what I said, stay right here! Do you understand me?”, she demanded like an overworked babysitter.

After giving me instructions like a harried babysitter, Susan got up and moved out of the bathroom at a run.

While I sat in the tub, lounging on my back amidst the foam and warm water, I could hear Karl’s sobs start to wind down. I could hear Susan comforting the baby in reassuring tones that everything was okay. I overheard her telling him that she had his bottle right there and his hungry tummy would soon be full.

“Yes, I know you’re hungry. I have your bottle right here,” Susan’s voice drifted back down the hall.

I laid back even further into the tub, letting the water rise up to my neck.

“Here you are, my little darling! Here’s your bottle. That’s a good little baby! You just work on sucking and pulling all that delicious formula into your empty little tummy!”, Susan’s voice drifted back.

“I remember it was just a couple of weeks ago that you didn’t like your ba-ba. But look at you now! You’ve grown to love it, haven’t you, Sweetiepie? I’ll bet you can’t remember a time when you didn’t like sucking on your ba-ba!”

I shook my head as water seem to get into it. I could hear Susan’s voice, but I must have misunderstood what she said. I tried to concentrate on her voice again.

“Yes, you’ve become such a sweet baby. You were so strong-willed a few months ago. Now look at you! In only a short time, you’ve accepted yourself for what you really are; a beautiful baby,” Susan’s said so softly that I could barely make out what she had said. I sat straight up in the tub in shock. I knew that I couldn’t have heard what I thought I had heard. Water must have gotten into my ears.

I strained harder to hear what Susan was saying while the popping of the soap bubbles grew louder.

I then heard Karl start to giggle.

I re-ran what I thought I heard a few seconds before through my mind. “You’ve become such a sweet baby. You were so strong-willed a few months ago,” What did she mean by that? IF that’s what I really heard.

The bubbles continued to pop louder. When I looked down at the bubbles, I saw that they were starting to disappear. I could barely see the vague outline of my legs lying under the cover of the semi-milky water.

I picked up the washcloth that was floating near my leg and began rubbing it over my stomach. The water dripping from the sopping washcloth made a swishing noise, breaking the silence in the bathroom.

“What are you doing in there, Larry? I thought I told you to just lie back and relax?”, Susan’s voice boomed back.

“I thought I would just clean myself off,” I shouted back, “I really don’t want to cause you any problems.”

“I’ll be right there, Larry! Karl is just about finished with his bottle,” Susan’s voice echoed down the hall, “Just lie back relax. Believe me, you’re no problem!”

Not wanting to upset her, I dropped the washcloth back into the water and sink out of sight beneath the milky waves before I lay back and let my body slump deeper into the tub.

For the second time, I thought back to what I thought I had heard moments ago, “...In only a short time, you’ve accepted yourself for what you really are; a beautiful baby.” What had she meant by that? Maybe she was just talking to help calm him down. But the illogic of saying it to an infant baffled me; babies can’t understand what’s being said, they’re just babies.

I felt the water moving beside me and turned to look up into Susan’s beautiful face. Her sudden appearance startled me, causing me to instinctively hurry to cover my privates with my hands. I guess I was still subconsciously embarrassed by my earlier accident.

Susan ignored my attempts to maintain my dignity as she dipped her hand into the water to take out the washcloth. Once she had it in her hand, she wrung out the water and began soaping the terrycloth fabric with the bar of soap before beginning to scrub me. As I watched, drops of suds dripped down on my exposed and slightly elevated legs.

“Well,” Susan began conversationally as she began slowly scrubbing my leg with the washcloth, “Karl is all taken care of for now. He should be fine until his six o’clock feeding. He’ll sleep fine for now. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Boy, he sure is hungry a lot,” I quipped.

“Babies are always hungry. You probably don’t remember, but you were probably just as hungry when you were Karl’s age,” Susan smiled.

“No I wasn’t,” I stated flatly.

“Oh, I’ll bet you were and I’ll bet I can prove it!”, Susan said seriously.

“And how are you going to prove it?”, I asked with a grin on my face. It was a bet that I couldn’t lose! It was impossible for her to show me how I felt when I was a baby.

“Do you want to bet then?”, Susan asked eagerly.

“Well.... I don’t know. I wonder how you could prove it,” I muttered, having second thoughts. Susan seemed just a bit to eager for me to take the bet.

“I have ways!”, Susan laughed as she rubbed my upper thigh with the washcloth, “Let’s get you out of the tub. I don’t want you to turn into a prune!”

I watched as Susan fished around the bottom of the tub and pulled out the rubber drain plug to empty the tub. I could feel the water running down my skin to gather and swirl into the tub’s drain. Because of the temperature difference between the warm water in the tub and cool bathroom, as well as being sopping wet, I shivered a little. Strangely, the cold made me feel tingly all over.

“Stand-up,” Susan commanded, holding open a big white towel in her hands.

I carefully stood up and Susan quickly wrapped the soft towel around me, rubbing lightly to dry my skin. I gazed down at the floor throughout the process, feeling like a little kid being patronized by his mother.

“There we are, almost all dried and cleaned up. Why are you looking down?”, Susan asked, lifting my face in her hands, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Accidents happen. Remember I said I was going to take care of you, so just relax and enjoy the attention.”

I had to admit to myself that I was enjoying the attention she lavished on me. Still, I was embarrassed by the events of the evening. Me, a thirty-six year old man, was having accidents and wetting the bed like a little kid. Moreover, I did it in front of a woman than I really wanted to get in the sack with. “I must be really making an impression on her,” I thought in self-disgust.

“Let’s get back to bed,” Susan said as she took my hand and led me back into the bedroom.

“What about the bed?”, I asked.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll take care of that! Just sit here on the edge of the bed and I’ll get another pad,” Susan said brightly, whisking the soaked pad and top sheet off the bed. She turned towards the door to carry the wet bedclothes into the bathroom.

“Are you sure I can’t help? I made the mess, can’t I do something to help you?” I said with a slight whine.

“It’s all taken care of,” Susan replied as she reentered the bedroom with a dry pad and clean sheet. I stood by and watched as she placed the pad and laid out the sheet on the bed before tucking it in. She turned her head towards me for a moment and said, “The pad is just there in case you have another accident. You’re sick and anything can happen.”

I dropped my gaze down to the floor again in embarrassment.

“Now don’t act like that! I said it was okay and that I understood,” Susan said consolingly as she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the sheet-covered pad, “Besides, I like taking care of you!”

CHAPTER 17: A Full-Filling Experience

& The Story Returns to a Time Later in the Night of the Flashback &

i am hungry.

My eyes open and stare into the darkness. i am hungry. i want more and more of that warm white liquid that makes me feel good. It tastes so good, and makes my tummy feels so warm and full.

i start to wiggle my body around. I turn over on to my tummy, hoping to make that hungry feelings go away. As i roll over, i notice that i am very wet & messy. The thick wadding of cloth between my legs is fully saturated.

i wanted to be fed, “NOW!”

i opened my mouth and a gurgle escaped.

Nothing happened.

i opened my mouth again, trying a little bit harder and a small cry puled into the darkness.

Again, nothing happened.

By that time i was fully awake. i moved forward, bumping my head into the railing that surrounded me.

That time i had no problem crying. It hurt!

Suddenly light filled the room!

“Oh, Dear! What happened, Sweetie?” Susan asked compassionately.

i continued to cry.

“Did Susan’s little baby hurt himself?”, she asked condescendingly.

“Of course i hurt myself! i bumped my head and it hurts!”, i tried to wail out, but all that came from my mouth were an injured infant’s caterwauls.

“There, there,” Susan whispered softly as she brushed the thin baby hair on my head lightly. “Everything’s okay! I’m here and I’ll help the owie go away,” Susan leaned over and picked me up into her arms, kissing my forehead as my head reaches the level of her breasts.

I sank comfortably into the familiar niche in her arms. My legs were sticking up and out while my thickly padded rear was cradled in her arms with my head nestled against the thin, silk nightgown that covered her ample bosom.

“It still hurts!”, i thought, crying a little less energetically than before.

“Well,...I know something that will help you forget that owie,” Susan said as she rocked me in her arms while patting my thickly padded bottom affectionately with one palm.

i could feel a squishy mass flatten out and spread further up my diaper each time she patted my bottom. Yep, i had taken another huge dump in my diaper again.

“And I see we need another change, don’t we?”, Susan smiled down into my tiny face, “Yes we do, don’t we? My little one is just a baby who needs a dydee change!”

Funny, i tried to remember filling my britches, but i can’t. i just stare up into Susan’s big smiling face.

“Hey, is everything okay in there?”, A voice came in from down the hallway.

“Yes Tim, it’s just little Larry! He bumped his head on the rail. He probably awoke because it’s his feeding time.”

“But it’s two AM!”, Tim replied, poking his head around the corner of the nursery doorframe.

“Yes and that’s his feeding time. Little Larry is hungry,” Susan retorted.

“You mean this is normal?”, Tim asked in amazement.

“Yes,” Susan answered. She started carrying me towards the hallway. “Tim, do me a favor, would you? Hold Larry for me while I get his bottle,” Susan said as she transferred me into Tim’s arms.

“Sure,” Tim replied, instantly starting to rock me in his arms.

i watched as Susan’s back disappeared down the hallway. Then i looked up into Tim’s face. I could feel Tim’s hand patting my bottom, then he stopped. Tim made a face, obviously he had gotten a whiff of my dirty diaper.

“Whoa, little guy! You really filled your diaper this time,” Tim said, wincing at the fetid odor.

i let out a giggle. The look on Tim’s face was precious.

“Oh, sure! Go ahead and laugh! You probably like the smell of dirty diapers!”, Tim said, mocking me for giggling at the disgusted expression on his face when he smelled my poopy diapers.

i noticed that the hair on Tim’s arms and chest was tickling me. Suddenly, i realized that Tim wasn’t wearing a shirt. i looked around. i could not see the ground, at that moment i couldn’t tell if he was wearing anything below his waist. i tried to remember what happened earlier. “Oh, that’s right. This is the stranger that Susan brought into my room earlier,” i thought to myself. “Hey wait a minute, you’re supposed to have left! i tried to warn you about ...,” i thought in distress as i squirmed around in Tim’s arms.

“Hey, hang on there little guy! Your aunt will be right back,” Tim said reassuringly.

i writhed even more, twisting and turning as much as i could. Tim had a firm grip on me.

“Okay, that didn’t work, maybe this will!”, i thought to myself, letting out a loud wail.

“Hey, what’s the problem. Take it easy little guy.” Tim tried shushing me.

i let another volley of cries explode from my tiny lips.

“I know just the thing to take care of that!” Tim retorted, hold me even tighter while he worked his way back towards my crib.

As i opened my mouth to launch another salvo of screams, my mouth was suddenly stuffed with something to silence me. Tim had found my pacifier and had popped the nipple into my mouth.

As sure as shooting, i stopped screaming and started to suck on the soother.

“There that should keep you quiet until Susan comes back with your bottle,” Tim said as he rocked me in his arms.

Tim kept rocking me and patting my rear. i could feel my poop squishing more and more. Suddenly i felt more poop being expelled into my already filled diaper. It just pushed itself out without any conscious effort on my part. i looked up at Tim in wide-eyed surprise at the sound and smell of the loud, popping, fetid eruption that issued from my bottom.

Tim stopped rocking me, as he felt my poop warm the bottom of my diaper and raise the temperature on his arms where he held my bottom. His eyes were staring at my bottom, growing wider and wider, as my diaper expanded even more.

“Groooss!”, Tim exclaimed. “Hey, couldn’t you have at least waited until Susan got back?”, Tim cried out in exasperation.

The strong smell of poop started to fill the volume of air that surrounded the two of us.

Tim quickly moved me over to my changing table and quickly deposited me upon it. He waved the air around him, trying to dissipate the reek that enveloped him.

“YECH!” Tim exclaimed. “Man, you sure know how to fill a room, as well as your diaper.”

“Good!”, i thought to myself, “Maybe this will make you to get out of here before ....”

“What happened?”, Susan giggled as she reappearing in the doorway.

“The little guy just let loose and filled his diaper again,” Tim cried in disgust.

“Well, it’s a good thing he was wearing a diaper then, right?”, Susan snapped back. “That’s what diapers are for!”

“I know, but he did it while I was holding him,” Tim said in a appalled tone.

“Silly, babies don’t have any control when they have to go. They just go!”, Susan giggled.

“Just what are you feeding him? He can sure make a stink!”, Tim asked.

“Just the normal stuff like formula and baby food. Though I have to admit that he does have a fondness for mashed beans,” Susan giggled, “Speaking of dinner, here’s your ba-ba, little one.”

Susan took the pacifier out of my mouth and placed the warm nipple of the bottle between my lips.

i instinctively began to work on the nipple, pulling the warm contents of my ba-ba into my tummy.

“Thanks for putting him on the changing table,” Susan said to Tim, “I brought something for you too!”

“Oh, and what did you bring me?”, Tim stated slyly, moving towards her and placing his arms around her waist.

“Some wine. I thought that you might be thirsty too, after all we’ve been through this evening!”, Susan giggled.

“Oh, you just want me to be recharged for the second round, eh?” Tim smiled back.

“Let’s just say I want you to drink up!” Susan laughed.

i continued to suckle, emptying my ba-ba. The warm milk tasted sooo good. i wanted to focus on what was transpiring, but at that moment, my tummy wanted more milk.

“Why don’t you drink up and then meet me back in the bedroom? I’ll take care of Larry here and then I’ll be right with you.” Susan whispered.

“Bottom’s up!”, Tim replied as he lifted the glass to his mouth and began to down the contents of the glass.

“You animal, you!”, Susan giggled back.

My eyes focused on Tim drinking; i sucked even harder on the nipple. As he drank more and more, i sucked even harder, filling my tummy with the bottled formula.

Tim finished the contents of his glass as i simultaneously finished my bottle. i could tell i was done; because when i continued the suck on the nipple, all i got was air. i watched as Tim turned and started out of the room.

“I’ll be waiting!”, Tim laughed over his shoulder.

“I’m sure you will be and I’ll be right there just as soon as I’m finished here,” Susan replied.

i watched as Tim walked out. For the first time, i noticed that Tim was only wearing a pair of white briefs. i knew then what was going on. They were playing around.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up and ready for beddie-bye,” Susan smiled at me. “Bottom’s Up!”, she chanted, laughing lightly as she pulled my legs up into the air and removed my plastic pants.

I could feel Susan’s hands removing my diaper pins and slowly pulling down the front of my very messy diaper. My mind drifted back to three months earlier, and the events that led me to where i am right now. As i strained to think back to the beginning, i closed my eyes....

CHAPTER 18: Next Morning

& Flashback to the Next Morning of Three Months Earlier &

The next thing I remembered, a bright light was flooding the bedroom. I sat up and looked around.

The sunlight was shining through the bedroom window. I quickly remembered where I was, but was puzzled when I noticed that Susan was nowhere to be seen.

I was in bed alone. I put my hand down to the pad to check it and discovered that the pad that I had slept on was slightly damp, but not wet. “Now that’s a good sign!”, I thought to myself.

The alarm clock read six-fifteen AM.

Gradually I became aware of a soft humming noise that appeared to be coming from the hallway. I turned my head towards the hallway from as the humming sound grew louder.

A head appeared from around the doorway; it was Susan who was humming. “Why, Good Morning! I see that you’re awake,” Susan said in a chipper manner. She was carrying a baby bottle full of formula.

“Good morning!” I replied cheerily.

“Just wait a few minutes, I’ll be right with you! I’m going to give Karl his breakfast bottle and then I’ll be right back,” Susan said as she walked past the entrance to the bedroom and continued down the hallway.

“Fine, I’ll just get dressed. I’ve got to get to work,” I said with my usual morning energy.

“I’ll be just a minute,” Susan replied.

I looked around the room, but I couldn’t find my clothes.

“Well... this is just great! What the Hell happened to my clothing?”, I asked myself. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed to stand up. “What happened last night?”, I asked myself. I tried to remember the events of the previous night. Everything seemed to be a little foggy, but as my head cleared from sleep, I began to recall some of the events from the previous night, including the childish accidents I had had in the bed. “I’m lucky that she’s still talking to me,” I thought as I got off the bed.

“That’s strange,” I thought to myself as I had to point my toes downward to explore for the floor as I carefully slid from the edge of the mattress, “I don’t remember the bed being this tall.”

Then I began an intensive search for my clothes. After checking the closet, I knelt down on my knees and bent my upper torso so that I could lay my head sideways on the floor as I lifted the ruffled mattress spring cover that camouflaged the lower portion of the bed and its frame. Naturally, my bare bottom was high in the air as I ran my hand across the width of the dark recess to scoop up anything I couldn’t see under the bed. My rationale for my search was that I had thought that with all the activities of the night before, my clothes might have gotten kicked under the bed and become lodged unseen.

“Nice view!”, Susan chuckled, then she whistled like a Hollywood wolf as she entered the bedroom.

Startled, I flinched, causing me to hit my head on the steel bed frame.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to surprise you!”, Susan exclaimed as she rushed to my side.

“Uhhhh, I’m okay... I was just looking for my clothing,” I replied slowly as I rubbed the point of impact of my head with the steel bed frame. I straightened up, still kneeling at the side of the bed. I felt a bit woozy from the blow and didn’t want to get up immediately for fear that I might collapse on the floor.

“They’re in the dryer. They should be done in about ten minutes,” Susan explained, sitting down on the bed next to where I knelt on the floor before her. She put her hand down to my head and massaged the growing bump lightly as she said, “I’m glad to see you’re okay.”

“In the dry..,“ I began to ask before I stopped in mid-sentence as I remembered the accident that I had had the night before and admitted shamefaced, “Oh yeah, I forgot.”

“Well, I couldn’t and won’t let you go to work in smelly clothes,” Susan smiled as she continued to rub the sore spot on my head.

“Listen, about last night I really want to apologize for the trouble I put you through. I really don’t know what happened ...,” I started to explain as I bowed my head in remorse for my childish behavior.

“Now you listen to me,” Susan said firmly, taking my head in her hands and lifting my face up. “I understand and believe me it was no problem. I don’t want to hear another word on the subject. Do you understand?”

I looked up into her eyes. They had that smile in them that made me forget about anything but her. “Okay,” I replied.

“Good! Besides, I’m used to it. Remember, I love taking care of kids!”, Susan laughed, patting me on my back as she suggested gently, “Now I know you want to get ready for work, so why don’t you take a shower, and I’ll lay out your clothes as soon as they are out the dryer. I’ve already laid out towels for you on the chair next to the shower. There’s soap and shampoo in the bathtub. While you’re taking a shower, I’ll go back and check on Karl,” Susan stood back up, walking towards the hallway.

“Thank You!”, I shouted in appreciation as she disappeared around the door.

I watched her leave. “That’s strange, I didn’t think she was taller than me,” I thought to myself.

I got up off the bed, again, sliding off the bed slightly before my feet touched the floor. I shuffled into the bathroom.

As Susan had promised, there were two towels laid out. Susan had even placed a toothbrush on top of them. It looked smaller than a regular toothbrushes. It was blue and its head was bent slightly. I turned on the facet of the sink. I opened the toothpaste tube and squeezed a little of the toothpaste on the brush. The toothpaste had little sparkles in it.

I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth out. I looked up into the mirror. Something was different.

Every morning I have to shave; no ifs’ ands or buts about it. The hair on my face always seemed to grow faster than the hair on top of my head. Usually by the early afternoon, I would develop a good case of “five-o’clock” shadow. For reasons that I didn’t quite understand at the time, that morning there was no stubble on my face.

“Well, I maybe because I shaved before going on the date last night it hasn’t had time to grow. Maybe a late night shave might have prevented five o’clock shadow. On the other hand, I’ve heard of cases where suddenly acquiring a sexual partner reduced testosterone levels after a night of sex. That might have something to do with it too!”, I thought to myself, slowly rubbing my chin.

I turn around to jump in to the tub for a shower. I turned the facet on, letting the hot water rush over my body. I stood there, immersing myself in the wall of water. I grabbed the soap and worked up a lather over my chest and down over my stomach.

I looked around for the shampoo, discovering a bottle of shampoo on the edge of the tub. The label was so old and worn that it was barely readable. Upon closer examination, I could make out some words towards the bottom of the label which said, “Vigorous Shower.” “That’s odd, I’ve never heard this brand advertised. Maybe those are the instructions rather than the name of the shampoo,” I thought to myself. I poured a generous amount into my hand and set the bottle down. I started to massage the shampoo into my hair. I felt refreshed as the shampoo washed off my head and onto my body. I could have even said that I felt tingly all over.

Finished, I shut off the water and opened the shower curtain. I stood there, letting the water run down my body to disappear into the tub’s drain. I watched as the bubbles swirled around the drain top before vanishing down the hole.

“Well, how was the shower?”, Susan asked, appearing next to me with towel in hand.

“The shower was great, I feel set for the day,” I replied.

“Your clothes are done, and I placed them on the bed for you. Why don’t you change and I’ll make something for you to eat before you leave,” Susan smiled, wrapping the towel around me.

I watched as Susan strutted out of the bathroom, disappearing down the hallway.

“Thanks!”, I shouted after her.

I toweled myself dry as I moved into the bedroom.

There were my clothes and my shoes, all laid out just as Susan had said.

I moved over to the bed and picked up my bright white shorts. I quickly stepped into them, pulling them up. They felt nice and warm as they still retained some of the heat from the dryer. When I stooped over to pick up my pants, I had to stop to re-adjust my shorts which had started to slip from my hips.

I pulled my shorts up again, noticing that they didn’t seem as snug as they usually were. Once I was satisfied that my shorts were staying put, I picked up my pants and stepped into them. After I pulling on my pants, I threaded my belt through the loops at my waist and tightened it. I noticed that I my belt was too loose too and had to tighten it an extra hole to fasten the belt securely. Next I put on my T-shirt. The warmth of the material felt good against my skin. I tucked the T-shirt in my pants and snagged my shirt with one hand. I quickly fastened the buttons and proceeded to tuck its tails into my pants too. With a little concern, I noticed that the shirt seemed to be a little baggy that morning too.

I sat back on to the bed and put my socks on, then slipped my shoes on and tied the laces. I got off the bed and left the bedroom. As I walked down the hallway, my shoes felt funny; they didn’t seem to fit quite right. I looked down and saw that my pants’ legs were almost touching the floor. My shoes fit so loosely that their strings had become untied in the few steps I had taken from the bed.

“That’s strange!”, I thought to myself, “Why do my clothes seem so big this morning? I’ve heard of clothes shrinking in the wash, but I’ve never heard of clothes getting bigger! At least I can understand what may have happened with my shoes. All the time I spend standing up at the factory has probably made them almost permanently swollen. Wait a minute! That explains my ?accidents’ last night! For some reason, my water-swollen body has started dumping excess water! That probably explains why my pants and shorts are loose too! The way I was pissing, I must have lost how much? Let’s see, I remember my Chemistry teacher in High School saying that a gallon of water weighs eight pounds. If I pissed three gallons last night, I’d have lost twenty-four pounds in a single night. That’s at least one notch on my belt and explains my shoes too! That’s it! I’m not really sick, I’m really getting better! No wonder my clothes and shoes don’t fit me!”

I stooped down and tied my shoes before standing back up to pull my pants up a little bit more.

Having rationalized all the events of the past twenty-four hours, everything seemed to be okay, so I proceeded down the hallway to the kitchen. I could hear Susan humming to herself as she cooked.

“Good Morning!”, Susan smiled at me as I walked into the kitchen.

“Thanks for washing my clothes,” I said earnestly.

“You’re welcome! I have some breakfast ready for you,” Susan said as she placed a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice onto the table. I knew it that she had squeezed it herself because I spotted two seeds which had escaped the sieve floating at the side of the glass.

“I don’t think I really have time to eat, I hav...,” I started to say as I looked at the clock and noted the time. It was already seven-fifteen.

“I won’t take no for an answer. You’ve got something in your stomach before you leave. How can you expect to work on an empty tummy?”, Susan replied firmly with her hands on her hips.

“Well, I guess I could drink a glass of orange juice,” I said as I went over to the table and slugged down the sweet, slightly acid juice.

“I have everything ready, just sit down and eat,” Susan said, walking behind me and pulling out the kitchen chair.

“But I really don’t have time to...,” I began to protest.

“Nonsense. You boys are all the same. Didn’t your mother teach you that you need a good solid breakfast to get you going in the morning?”, Susan said sternly. She put her hands on my shoulders and began to gently push me down into the waiting chair.

I felt kind of funny about the way Susan was talking to me that morning, but I sensed that she was going to win the debate, so I decided to get eat quickly and then rush off to work.

Susan pushed the chair closer to the table. I could smell the breakfast. She had made scrambled eggs and bacon. It did smell good.

“Now eat up, this will give you a good burst of energy to start the day!” Susan said as she put my breakfast plate in front of me.

I looked up at her and asked, “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“I’ve already had my breakfast. Go ahead and eat, or you’ll be late for work!”, Susan smiled before turning back to the sink.

I dug into the scrambled eggs. They were very good.

Susan quietly stole a glance at me eating while she rinsed out the cast-iron frying pan. I caught her looking at me and smiled my thanks for the breakfast. She smiled in return and went back to washing dishes.

The breakfast was gone in a very short period of time. I had to admit that Susan was a very good cook. I downed the orange juice, before pushing back the chair to stand up. Susan quickly removed my plate and glass off the table and put them in the hot dishwater to soak.

“There, see? That didn’t take long at all, did it? Now I can be sure that you’ve had a good start to your day!”

I thanked Susan for the breakfast and then added. “I really have to get going, but again I want to thank you for everything you did for me,” I started to say.

“And I would like to thank you for the great evening and for helping me with Karl,” Susan replied courteously.

“I really enjoyed last night, even though I had...,” I began to apologize again.

“I had a wonderful time too!”, Susan rejoined as she cut off my apology. She smiled as she moved closer to me and said, “Hopefully we can do it again ... Real soon?”

“SURE!”, I said like an enthusiastic teenager, then I took control of my voice and modulated it to sound less adolescent in my reply, “Uhhh, I mean, sure, just give me a call, any time.” “Oh, God! I sound like some sort of one-night-stand gigolo. I’d better come up with something more acceptable, or she’ll never allow me in her house again,” I thought to myself in panic.

I tried again, saying in a halting voice as I searched for the right words, “I mean, I would like to get together with you real soon. I mean I really...”

Susan laughed and wrapped her arms around me to hug me.

I returned her hug, holding her tightly.

“You can come over anytime. I’d really like to continue what we started last night. I think it could be very interesting for both of us!”, Susan whispered into my ear.

I was stunned. I still couldn’t remember anything clearly from last night. By her actions, it must have been great! My selective amnesia bothered me. Did it have something to do with all the water being dumped from my body? Unfortunately, my knowledge of medicine was what I had gotten watching TV shows. In other words, nearly nil. I felt great, so I knew I wasn’t sick. Still...why couldn’t I remember having sex with Susan?

“Now you better get going or you’ll be late for work!” Susan said, patting my butt affectionately.

I hugged Susan one last time, before kissing her goodbye.

She responded enthusiastically.

I looked around for my keys and spotted them on the kitchen counter. “I guess I better get going,” I said with some reluctance as I pulled slightly away from Susan.

“Remember to give me a call,” Susan smiled as she patted my butt one last time.

“Oh, I will!”, I smiled back.

I started towards the door with Susan following close behind me.

“Thanks again for everything!”, I said as I walked out the front door and climbing down the steps of the porch to the driveway.

“No,...Thank you!”, Susan smiled and said in a voice that was too low to be heard.

From the driveway, I could hear the phone ring in the kitchen. I turned to watch as Susan waved to me from the open doorway. The phone rang again. I watched as Susan smiled and then closed the front door as she turned to go back into the house.

I walked over to my car. I had to tug my pants up a little to keep from tripping over myself. I felt good about the previous evening. Getting into the car, I looked at the house again. I could see Susan through the kitchen window. She had the phone to her ear. She looked out the window at me and as I started to back the car out of the driveway, she waved again.

I returned the wave and then turned the car onto the road leading back into town.

CHAPTER 19: The Winner

“Well, how was your date, Tiger?” Tim asked, sitting down his lunch box on the square table where I sat in the empty lunchroom, then pulled out the chair to the right of me where he normally sat. Since we had the first shift, we were the first employees scheduled for lunch. Fortunately for our manly conversations, there were no women on the first shift. It was just us guys.

“Huh?”, I responded, looking up in confusion.

“Come on! What happened? How was she? Did you do it?”, Tim asked.

“Well it was very inter...,” I started to say.

“Damn! I thought she looked hot. If you didn’t do it with her, I will!”, Tim said, interrupting my train of thought. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll still stand up for you and be a witness to the event,” Tim smiled, “But if you didn’t do it with her, I’m going to go after her myself.”

I glanced over at Tim. He was staring distantly off at a vacant area of the factory lunchroom like a dog in heat. I realized he was serious in his comments. If I didn’t act quickly, I would have to fight Tim off for Susan’s attentions. When I thought back to how Susan had treated me the previous night, I knew it would be a tough fight. Susan was a prize worth fighting for.

“It was great!”, I boasted. “Why shouldn’t I boast?”, I thought, “After all, didn’t Susan say that she had a great time!”

“Hey...I heard he scored last night! It that true?”, came a gruff voice from behind me. I immediately recognized the sound of Gregg’s voice as he sat down on the chair to my left.

“Yeah, what’s this I hear about you scoring last night?”, Craig asked as he sat down on the other side of the table, directly in front to me.

“Like I said, it was great!”, I snorted with male pride at my achievement.

“Shit, this means you won the contest this month! Damn! I thought I was going to get another free steak dinner,” Gregg muttered.

“What are you complaining about; you won the last two months in a row!”, Craig fairly moaned, “I’ve been here longer than any of you and I still haven’t won one yet.”

“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough!”, Gregg retorted, “Besides, I planned to break the record!”

“Well...maybe so, but no one has come close the record yet and Larry just broke your string! You have to start all over again,” Craig laughed.

“Well...I say it was dumb luck! This young punk was lucky, that’s all! Three straight months in a row, now that’s luck!”, Gregg grumbled.

“Who are you talking about?”, I asked.

“Knock it off! Larry won this month,” Tim shouted back.

“Well...he’s not won yet! At least not until we hear about it,” Gregg grumbled.

“How did you guys know about last night?” I piped in. I know I didn’t tell anyone, cause I was late for work by fifteen minutes.

All heads turned towards Tim. Tim looked back with a huge grin slowly creeping across his face.

“Tim!”, I shouted.

“Hey, don’t get mad at Tim! It’s part of the rules of the conquest, remember?”, Craig piped up.

“At least one of us guys has to witness the other taking the target home or someplace where more intimate action can take place. Once witnessed, it’s deemed a “conquest,” Tim recited.

“Yeah, but the question is, just how intimate did Larry get? Was it really a conquest?”, Gregg asked.

“Hey, what do you mean was it really a conquest?”, I shouted back, “I followed the rules of the challenge, so what’s the problem?”

“Oh, Gregg’s just a little sore that he lost,” Craig explained, “Now he can’t beat the record!”

“AM NOT! I just don’t believe it!”, Gregg snapped back.

“Face it Gregg, someone is finally giving you some competition and you don’t like it,” Craig replied sharply.

“Listen, you! I’m challenging Larry, not you! So butt out! Unless you want your nose to get really out of joint, you’ll keep your nose out of my business!”, Gregg said menacingly to Craig.

“I witnessed the whole thing,” Tim responded helpfully, trying to stop the impending fight. Unconsciously, he had said the right thing. While Tim meant that he could personally attest to the fact that Larry had gone home with Susan, his statement was ambiguous. It could have been taken to mean that Tim had seen and heard Gregg’s threats of violence towards Craig and that if a fight ensued, that there would be a least one witness to say that Gregg was the aggressor. Tim’s subconscious point was not lost on his burly co-worker. Gregg suddenly realized the if he got into a fist fight with Craig, he would lose his job and might possibly go to jail. The thought sobered Gregg and he began to calm down.

I glanced over to Tim, raising my eyebrow.

“Then give us the details!” Gregg demanded impatiently.

“Yeah, what’s the scoop!”, Craig agreed.

All heads turned to Tim, including mine.

“Well, Larry called me about this date he had. He took her to a real nice Italian restaurant. Man, you should have seen this woman!”, Tim started to say as he rolled his eyes up to show just how desirable he thought Susan was.

“She’s a real looker, huh?”, Craig asked in a whispered aside to Larry.

Tim answered Craig’s question himself by saying, “Let’s put it this way, if Larry hadn’t claimed her first, I’d have been on her like white-on-rice.” Tim exclaimed, “She was HOT!”

“Yeah, so? And then what happened?” Gregg grumbled as he finally realized that he had lost the challenge.

“They had dinner together. I could see from my table that they were having spaghetti with some sort of marinara sauce. I couldn’t tell if there was meat in the sauce from where I was sitting. Oh, by the way, Larry, you really need to work on the proper way eat spaghetti,” Tim grinned at me, “You handle spaghetti worse than my sister’s two-year-old!”

Craig let out a snicker. I shot a menacing glance at Craig. That shut him up real quick.

“You mean that maybe he should have worn a bib?”, Gregg snorted derisively.

I turned ninety degrees to the left abruptly, raising my right fist in preparation for sucker-punching Gregg’s jaw from a sitting position, when suddenly a sharp stomach cramp hit me hard in the belly.

Tim saw what was about to happen and then saw the expression on my face abruptly change as my guts knotted up inside.

Another sharp cramp hit me again. “It’s happening again, just like this morning!”, I thought in agony. The pain was enough to remind me about what almost happened while I was on the assembly line earlier that morning. The first time the cramp hit, I almost shit my pants right there, but I was fortunate enough to get the restroom before I messed myself.

I excused myself from the table hurriedly, rushing to the restroom before I had an embarrassing “accident” in my shorts.

“What’s the matter?”, Tim shouted with concern.

“I’ll be right back, I’ve got to go the restroom NOW!”, I shouted back over my shoulder.

I opened the door to the restroom and rushed in. I quickly assessed which of the three toilet stalls was free. The door to the middle stall was open, indicating it was unoccupied. I rushed over to the empty stall, slamming the door closed behind me before quickly throwing the latch on the steel stall door. I fumbled with the buttons on the pants, before finally giving up. In desperation, I yanked my pants and underwear down to collapse onto the toilet seat.

Next thing I heard was a violent, noisy and reeking eruption from my bottom.

“Geeeze, who the !@#%^&* let loose!”, demanded a voice from the cubicle to the right.

“Hey! Are you trying to kill us?” came an angry voice from the cubicle to my left.

I didn’t care at that point, all I knew at that moment was the sudden relief I felt as the painful gas and burning semi-solid waste was blissfully ejected from my behind.

I heard the toilets on both sides of me flush, accompanied by the quick shuffling of feet as the former occupants scurried out of the reeking bathroom.

“I wonder what the heck that guy ate?”, the first worker said to the second as the hurried for the bathroom door.

“I don’t know, but I think I pass on lunch. I don’t think I have the stomach to eat anything right now,” said the second worker.

“Phew! They’re going to have to fumigate this place!”, said the first worker as he reached the door.

I didn’t dare say anything. Immediately another cramp hit, followed another violent evacuation of my bowels.

“Man, that’s raunchy!”, Someone who had just entered the bathroom stated.

“Tell me about it! Get me out of here before I collapse from lack of oxygen!”, another worker complained.

I had to admit that the almost unbearable odor of rancid, reeking effluvia from my rear were beginning to get to me too. Frankly, sitting on the toilet just above the source of the septic suppurating smell of rotting flesh made me nauseated and light-headed.

I listened as the door of the restroom opened and the two guys coughed as they exited the restroom.

After sitting there for a few more minutes, I began to feel better. I cleaned my bottom and quickly flushed the toilet. When I stood up, I reeled in dizziness, but the sensation passed quickly. As I opened the stall’s door, I discovered the restroom was completely empty. I washed my hands and then checked myself, making sure that I was safe to go back out into the cafeteria.

As I walked back to my seat in the cafeteria, I noticed more than a few faces turned my way as I exited the restroom.

“Tough! I can’t help it,” I thought to myself.

“Hey, are you okay?”, Craig asked as I took my place back at the table.

“Yeah, you don’t look so good?”, Tim chipped in.

“Maybe it was the after-effects of his date!”, Gregg laughed.

I stared at Gregg and slowly started to get back up. I had about all I was going to take from him.

Craig hastened to say before a fight developed, “Knock it off, Gregg!”

“Larry, tomorrow we’re going to treat you to the steak dinner that you won!”, Tim stated to end the argument. “Right guys?”, he asked to ensure that he had complete agreement from the group.

“Sure!”, Craig answered easily.

“Right, Gregg?” Tim turned, looking at Gregg intently for a sign that he had accepted Larry’s victory.

Gregg glared back at Tim, then shot a disgusted look at Craig as if he considered Craig to be a wus.

“Right, Gregg?” Tim demanded of the huge man in order to end the disagreement between colleagues.

“Yeah, right! Tomorrow night we’ll treat you to your prize,” Gregg answered. Then he turned away as he got up from his chair and he headed towards the restroom. A few steps from the table, he stopped and said, “But today is the start of another month and I’m already set for the challenge!”

I grinned to myself, hoping that the fumes from my little excursion to the rest room were still lingering around, at least enough to make him choke a little.

We turned our heads towards the restroom as Gregg entered the bathroom and we heard him bellow, “WHO THE !*&$$@#*!!!” fouled the bathroom like this?”

I slowly let my grin show as Tim and Craig turned and looked at me. I just shrugged my shoulders.

Then I saw grins appear on Tim and Craig’s faces.

“How about another soda?”, I offered innocently.

We all laughed and headed back to the drink dispenser.

CHAPTER 20: Cramping

The rest of day went quickly, but not before another two unexpected and hasty trips to the restroom. I didn’t think I had anything left in my gut, but the subsequent cramps that forced me to rush back into the restroom proved me wrong. My foreman, Kevin, called me into his office at the end of the shift. I hated being called into a meeting with the foreman because usually it meant one of two things; either I was to be reprimanded or fired. No good ever came of speaking with the shop foreman in his office. As I stood at his office door, collecting my courage, I girded my loins in self-protection by pulling my sagging pants up a little. Then I walked in his office expecting the worst.

“Larry, what’s the problem with you today?”, the foreman barked.

“There is no problem, Sir,” I said.

“Bullshit! We almost had to stop the production line three times today because you had to rush off the line.”

“I’m sorry Sir, it’s just I’ve had a real bad case of the cramps and diarrhea today. I don’t know what’s caused it,” I pleaded in explanation.

“Maybe it’s something you ate last night?”, he attempted to offer as an excuse.

“I didn’t have anything out of the ordinary, Sir,” I said, forgetting the Italian dinner I had had the night before.

“Well,...If you feel the same way tomorrow, I want you to call in sick. I can afford to hire a temp, but I can’t afford to stop the production line. Do you understand me?”, Kevin snapped at me like the ex-Marine Corps Captain he had been before he left the Corps.

“I’m...I’m fine, Sir! It’s just a small bout of diarrhea. It’ll pass. I know that I’ll be okay.” I said haltingly in front of the man who controlled my economic fortune.

“Good, I’d hate to reprimand you. You’re a good worker. On the other hand, I just need you to know where I’m coming from!”, Kevin declared.

“Thank you, Sir! I read you loud and clear!”, I acknowledged with Kevin’s favorite employee expression of total agreement.

“That is all. You’re dismissed. Remember what I said,” Kevin concluded before adding in a fatherly aside, “And..., maybe you should consider staying way from Italian food for a few days.”

I shot a look at Kevin in disbelief. He had begun shifting through some papers on his desk as if he was totally oblivious to me. I hadn’t mentioned my dinner at an Italian restaurant to him. That mean that either one of the guys was finking to him, or he had the lunchroom wired. Since there was no opportunity for any of my co-workers to leave their stations on the line, I had to presume that the lunchroom had been wired with secret microphones so management could listen into the worker’s private conversations. The thought occurred to me that they might have also wired the bathroom with a hidden mike, as such, management had exceeded the pale. From Kevin’s terse dismissal of me, I knew that he knew for a fact that I wasn’t malingering. His lack of openness and possession of information that I hadn’t divulged made me sure that management had secretly “bugged” both the bathroom and lunchroom to spy on the employees.

“Yes, S..sir!”, I stammered before I turned and exited his office in haste.

Craig was waiting for me outside of the office door.

“Well?”, Craig demanded.

“Well, what?”, I replied as I walked past Craig.

“What happened? Did he reprimand you?” Craig asked, following behind me.

“No, he didn’t reprimand me! He just gave me a warning,” I retorted.

“Man, are you lucky!”, Craig replied.

“Let’s get out of here.” I started towards my locker, pulling my pants up a little bit. “Damn it! I can’t understand why my pants keep falling down! I haven’t pissed that much today!” I thought to myself in irritation. Instinctively I pulled on the belt, tightening it another notch.

All of the guys from the morning shift went to the locker room to gather our individual belongings from our assigned lockers before we headed out to our cars in the factory parking lot.

“You going to join us for a drink at Wolskey’s?”, Tim yelled as he got into his car.

“Not tonight. I’m still not feeling well. I think I’ll go home and catch some sleep,” I shouted through my open car door window.

“Come on, just one drink,” Craig entreated.

I opened the my car door and sat down. My mind kept telling me to go home and gets some sleep. On the other hand, I thought, one drink with the guys wouldn’t hurt. I started the car, pointing it towards the plant exit. I saw Craig’s car ahead of me. My reflexes went on autopilot as I began mindlessly following Craig’s car down the road and into Wolskey’s Parking lot nearby.

“Glad to see you changed your mind!,” Craig smiled, walking around to my car door.

“Well, I didn’t think that one drink would hurt me. But after the drink, I really need to go home! I think I should forget about the steak dinner tonight, I don’t think that I could handle it,” I mumbled.

“Hey, just relax Champ!”, Craig patted me on the back.

We walked into the bar.

Sitting at our favorite spot was Tim, who waved at us the minute we walked into the bar.

“Hey man! Glad to see you could make it!” Tim smiled.

“I can only stay for one drink,” I replied apologetically, “I’m feeling pretty rocky. I really should go home and get some sleep so I can get over whatever bug I have.”

“Come on Champ, this drink is on me!”, Tim cheerfully slapped me on my back, shouting to the bartender, “Hey, Davee! Bring a round over here for the new Champ!”

I gingerly sat my irritated and sore bottom down on the bar stool as a huge schooner of frosty lager was set down in front of me. Davee, my bartender and the young, almost beardless, baby-faced co-owner of the bar, grinned at me in appreciation of my success as I sat uncomfortably on the non-too-soft cushion of the barstool, feeling exhausted and worn from a day of working the line and running to the toilet. I swore to myself at that moment that I was going to store a roll of some reasonably soft toilet tissue in my locker from that moment forward in case I ever got sick at work again. Wiping my rear with the cheap, commercial grade toilet paper that the factory supplied in its bathrooms had felt like cleaning my already sore bottom with eighty-grit sandpaper.

Davee was nice guy who was not a bit on the quiet side. If the Bar became dull, Davee seemed to know just what to do to liven up the bar’s ambience. From time to time, Davee would throw a Theme Party, just to keep things hopping. Davee was also a good listener. I had only been in town for a few weeks and Wolskey’s was close to work and home. Since I like to have a cold one now and then, Wolskey’s was a natural place to stop. Wolskey’s was owned by two bartenders, Dave and Davee. Davee noticed that I had stopped in every day after work for the first month. So being the good bartender he was, he came over introduced himself.

I told him that I was new to the area and where I worked. Davee was the guy who introduce me to Tim and Craig, my fellow co-workers. Tim was a long time patron of the bar as was Craig. I remember one conversation Tim shared with me about how crazy this bar could get. He described an open Halloween Theme Party of Davee’s where everyone was invited to join in the fun and the wearing of the most outrageous costumes had been encouraged. Even though Davee was the bartender that night and thus was a non-contender for the prize which Davee had offered for Best Costume, his own particular choice of costume was the Bar’s hit costume. According to Tim, Davee dressed himself up as a Big Baby, complete with a thick cloth diaper fastened with real diaper pins with pink duckie heads, a pair of pink plastic pants sized to fit an adult while his feet were covered with darling adult-sized matching pink baby booties with non-skid rubber soles. He must have dusted himself with baby powder before opening that night, because a number of patrons swore that he even smelled like a baby. As a finishing touch, Davee hung a large loop of tied pink ribbon around his neck which was threaded through the ring of an enormous pink plastic pacifier fitted with an adult-sized latex orthodontic nipple.

Behind the bar, in clear view of the clientele and customers, stood a large pink diaper bag with an open zipper next to the bar bottles of hard liquor lined up against the bar mirror. Peeking out from the top of the diaper bag was a large plastic baby bottle with diapered “Baby Toons” decorations on the plastic sleeve From time-to-time during the party, Davee would take a break and take the baby bottle from the bag to suck on. From all appearances, it was filled to the brim with chocolate milk, but in reality, it contained a half-and-half mixture of Kaluha and baby formula sealed with a huge, adult-sized orthodontic nipple. When the action slowed down and Davee was in-between orders, he either sucked his thumb or his baby bottle. But when business got hot and heavy, Davee put the nipple of the pacifier between his lips and sucked furiously as he deftly made drink after drink in an endless stream.

According to Tim, he allowed one or two of his personal male friends to suck a bit from his bottle and they were the ones who told the other patrons of the bar what was really in his bottle. How adult men could differentiate between milk and baby formula was never explained. Which was why Larry thought that at least part of the story was probably a fabrication.

Davee refused to answer any questions about where he had obtained his ensemble, including the oversized pacifier and bottle nipple. According to Bar legend, when Davee opened his diaper bag, patrons from at an eight-foot radius of the bar began smelling the perfume of baby powder as if he really had fresh disposable diapers hidden inside of the bag in the event of an “accident”. When I looked at Davee, I tried to picture him in a diaper and pink plastic baby pants. With his soft, beardless baby-face and ultra-fine blond hair cut short, it was just possible to imagine him in diapers. I concluded that he must have been an interesting sight.

“Yeah, Davee! Larry here is the latest champ of the Conquest!” Craig shouted.

“Really!” Davee beamed, “You mean someone has finally knocked Gregg down a notch?”

“Got that right!”, Tim crowed.

“It’s about time! Congrats! This drink is on me!”, Davee smiled.

“Geeze, aren’t you guys being just a bit hard on Gregg? I mean I know he’s an ass, but it’s just a contest!”, I said in Gregg’s defense.

“It’s just nice to see him put into his place once and a while,” Tim laughed.

“Besides, he’s always boasting that he was going to beat Donnie’s record,” Craig added.

“Who’s Donnie?”, I asked before taking a large sip from the frosty schooner.

“Donnie was this town’s Valentino!”, Tim said, turning back to me, “He could get any woman to sleep with him!”

“He’s the one who originally came up with the idea of our Conquest game,” Craig added.

“He’s the only person who won it three times in a row. He was about to make it four times,” Tim said.

“So where is this ?Valentino’?”, I asked.

“He’s dead. Passed away during a ?Conquest’“ Tim said softly.

“Really?”, I asked quizzically , looking at Tim.

“Yep. Died doing what he was best at,” Tim said.

“They say he died, but I find it hard to believe,” Craig rejoined quietly.

“Well,...the police report stated that he was found dead. There was no evidence of foul play and they concluded that he had died of a heart-attack,” Tim added.

“How old was he?” I asked.

“Actually he was pretty young, only twenty-six-years old,” Davee commented while leaning on the bar, “It was a damned shame. He was good-looking, smart and had the cutest baby-face I’d ever seen on a guy. He could have easily passed for a nineteen-year-old.”

“Some of the women practically threw themselves at him. Geeze, the guy looked like a kid, but they still flocked to him,” Craig said before quaffing his mug of beer.

“For that matter, he could walked around wearing nothing but a wet diaper and women would have fallen over themselves for the opportunity to change him!”, Davee added, “He was the most charismatic guy who ever walked into this bar!”

“That’s what probably made him so popular with the women. We didn’t stand a chance with him around,” Tim said.

“Come on, you’re pulling my leg!”, I retorted, before taking my schooner of beer in both hands and drinking deeply.

“We’re not kidding, the women clientele at the bar gave him his nick-name of ?Baby’!”, Davee chuckled.

“Anyway, Gregg has always boasted that he could beat Donnie’s record. He had a good run at it until you came along!”, Craig said with satisfaction.

“You guys better get going if you want beat him again!” Davee encouraged.

“What do you mean?”, Craig said, turning to Davee for an explanation.

“Take a look at what just walked in,” Davee said with a nod toward the bar’s entrance door.

We all turned and looked towards the double stained glass doors of the bar’s weather foyer as they were slowly closing after having been thrown open by Gregg to announce his Grand Entrance. He had a woman hanging onto each of his arms as he swaggered into the bar.

“Hey guys!” Gregg shouted in greeting as he sauntered jauntily over to our corner of the bar.

Tim waved.

Craig turned and looked at me in disgust, “Here we go again. He’s just determined to break the record!”

“Guys, let me introduce you to Terri and Jenna!”, Gregg said, giving me a sly wink, “Next month’s mine!”

I just nodded. Gregg was right, it was the beginning of a new month and so the contest began anew. I thought that I might not be so interested in playing the game anymore, because I was sure that I’d found my “conquest.”

“Good luck!”, I shouted to Gregg like a good sport.

“It’s not luck, it’s the charm!”, Gregg smiled.

Davee leaned over the bar and whispered to the three of us, “With him, it’s just luck, believe me.”

Tim and Craig grinned in appreciation of Davee’s private put-down.

I gulped down the last of my beer and stood up.

“Where are you going? You just got here,” Tim said, slapping me on the back.

Tim’s slap on my back made all the tiny bubbles of carbon dioxide in the huge schooner of beer I drunk break instantly to form an enormous gas bubble at the top of my stomach that was impossible to control. A second later, I loosed a loud, long embarrassing eructation, causing Tim, Craig and Davee to break into gales of comradely laughter.

Red-faced and blushing hotly, I mumbled, “Look guys, I’d really like to stay, but I have to get home and get some sleep. These cramps I’ve had all day have really taken a lot out of me.”

“You did look a little green under the gills today,” Craig nodded.

“I thought you were just tired because of last night’s activities,” Tim grinned.

“I think that I’ve got some kind of intestinal bug or maybe some food poisoning from the Italian dinner. I figure a good night’s rest will take care of whatever the problem is,” I said, starting for the door.

“Hope you feel better,” Craig shouted after me.

“Don’t’ forget, tomorrow night it’s a steak dinner on us!”, Tim called out.

“I won’t forget!”, I waved as I headed out the door.

The cool air hit my face as I stepped out into the parking lot. I fumbled for my keys, heading for my car.

The drive to my house was only a few blocks. After parking my car in the driveway, I made way through the house into the kitchen. I noticed the answering machine was blinking. I reached over and hit the play button on the machine.

A seductive voice lilted from the answering machine’s speaker, “Hi Larry, it’s Susan! I wanted to thank you again for last night. I really enjoyed your company. I was wondering what you were doing tonight? Care for a repeat? I know I can make you feel real good...,”

CHAPTER 21: Another Changing

& The Story Returns to a Time Later in the Night of the Flashback &

“.... real good after I get this messy diaper off you,” Susan smiled at me, pulling the front of my diaper down between my legs.

I felt the cool air of the nursery wash over my wet groin as Susan began to wipe my pee-pee with the relatively clean and dry top front of the cloth diaper.

“Boy! You really did a number in your diaper! Your getting pretty good at this, aren’t you?”, she said with a grin on her face.

i giggled as i looked up into her eyes. i kicked my legs in opposition to her power over me, but they were quickly caught and held firmly in the palm of her hand.

“What are you trying to do, little boy? Heh, what’s my little one trying to do? Are you trying to wiggle away?”, Susan asked in a trilling babytalk voice with a maternally playful smile.

I could feel my legs being pulled higher into the air, then I could feel her scrubbing my bottom with the cloth diaper. Susan was cleaning my bottom off with the front of my soiled diaper.

“You little stinker you!” Susan chuckled good naturedly, watching the expressions on my face as she cleaned my rear with the cloth diaper. She must have gotten a good portion of my mess cleaned up with the soiled diaper, because she switched to a baby wipe to swap last stains of mushy dreck from my behind..

i felt the bottom of the diaper slide from underneath me, and my bottom being lowered onto the cushioned changing pad. i felt her grasp on my legs lessen.

“Now just lie still and I’ll get you all washed up.” Susan smiled.

i looked up at her and smiled back.

“Lie still,” she commanded.

“No way!”, i thought to myself.

i turned my head to watch her as she moved away from the changing table. i twisted my head around as far as it would go so i could see the light in the hallway. When i was sure that she was gone, i tried to roll over onto my tummy.

“What’s this? I thought I told you to lie still!”, her voice rang out from the doorway.

i turned to look, and discovered Susan standing back over me, holding a big yellow wash cloth. The wash cloth had a big animal on it. It looked fuzzy, and had a big orange thing on its face.

“What are you trying to do, huh? Are you trying to make more work for me?”, Susan said softly.

i felt my legs being lifted with one hand again, and then i felt something nice and warm and wet on my tummy and then on my backside.

Susan continued to rub my bottom, slowly making circles with the big warm wash cloth.

“There we go, soon you’ll be all clean. Even if it’ll be only until baby poos himself again,” Susan cooed to me.

i liked the feeling of the warm cloth on my skin. It felt wonderful. i could felt the cloth moving all over my little bottom.

Susan must have noticed my face, “Well, I see that you like this, don’t you?”

i continued smiling, noticing that she was gently rubbing my entire bottom with the wet, warm cloth.

Then she stopped rubbing me and lowered my legs.

“Now just stay there!”, Susan commanded.

As my skin started to dry, i began to feel cool. Something inside of me snapped me back to reality, and i realized that i had a mission to complete. i remembered that i have to warn that guy about her before it was too late for him to escape.

“I’ll be right back,” Susan said again as she turned away from me, “Stay right there! Okay?”

“No! i don’t want to stay here, i want to get out of here! i’ve got to warn that guy about what you’ve done to me,” i thought to myself.

i started to wiggle around. She must have noticed, because i felt her hand back on my tummy, and then watched as she pulled a big wide strap over my tummy and side. i heard a click as she tightened the strap to secure me. i tried to wiggle, but i discovered that i couldn’t move because the strap was holding me in place.

i looked up and saw the expression on Susan’s face. She had a this look of contentment, observing my futile struggles to escape as well as how well the strap was holding me as it secured me to the changing station.

“There we go. I can’t have you falling off the table. You might hurt yourself and then you’d start to cry. I don’t want my little baby hurt and have to take him to the hospital!”, Susan smiled as she added, “The baby clinic I use is a long way from here, so you’d cry for a long, long time. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

i tried to squirm out of the restraining strap as she turned and moved away from me, but the changing station’s belt held me firmly in place. i opened my mouth and a cry came out.

“Shhhhh, I’m not going anywhere, I’m just going to get some things to finish cleaning you up,” Susan said reassuringly.

“Hey, how are we doing in here?”, Tim’s voice echoed down the hallway.

“We’re doing just fine, Larry will be ready in just a few minutes,” Susan answered, “How are you doing?”

“I’m just waiting for you!”, Tim’s voice echoed down the hall.

“Little kids and toddlers just can’t wait for Mommy’s attentions, can they?”, Susan laughed softly as she lifted my legs a little bit to massage my rear with a dry towel that she had gotten from the hall bathroom, “They just can’t wait for that special attention that I love to give to them.”

i looked up into Susan’s face again, studying her features while listening to her words. “i don’t want you to do this to me! Really, i don’t!”, My mind screamed in horror at my fate as my mouth quietly uttered sweet, incoherent baby gurgles.

“Yes, my little one, soon you will be done. You’re turning into a completely helpless little baby, just the way I had planned from the first time I saw you!”, Susan whispered.

My eyes grew big as i took in every word and realized the doom that she had in mind for me; “Completely...Helpless...Little...Baby” i knew that it was becoming true.

“You’re becoming my sweet little baby,” Susan continued to whisper.

i watched as Susan took a big white bottle with funny blue printing on it from the side pocket of her robe. She twisted the top slightly, and then moved the bottle over me, pointing the top down over my pee-pee. The top didn’t look open, but then i saw some white fluffy stuff start to drift from all the little holes in the top. It landed very softly on me. The feather soft feeling of the perfumed baby powder tickled as tiny white piles of the absorbent powder formed on my sensitive baby skin..

i felt my legs being lifted with one hand for a third time. i heard a clean diaper being slid beneath me on the plastic changing pad, then my bottom was slowly lowered onto fluffy cloth diaper underneath my bottom. Susan pulled the front of the clean diaper through my legs and quickly fastened them in place with diaper pins.

Susan’s voice whispered in a maternal tone in my ear, “I am going to make you feel wonderful....”

CHAPTER 22: Invitation

& Back from the Flashback... &

“I know I can make you feel wonderful. If you are interested, give me a call. I would really enjoy your company,” Susan’s voice lilted seductively from the tape of my answering machine.

I looked at my watch and saw that was seven-thirty in the evening.

I picked up the phone handset and dialed the number that was on the piece of paper that Susan had given me.

The phone rang twice and was picked up on the third ring.

“Hello?” came a female voice through the receiver.

I didn’t recognize the voice, but I knew it wasn’t Susan’s.

“Hello, is Susan there?”, I asked.

“May I tell her who’s calling?”, the voice inquired politely.

“Yes, this is Larry. I’m re.. returning her ca.. call,” I stammered.

“Oh, so you’re Larry! Susan has told me all about you!”, the voice on the other end replied, “Just hang on and I’ll get her for you.”

I waited for a few seconds, hearing some whispering coming through on the other end of the phone line.

“Larry?”, Susan’s voice queried.

“Hi!”, I said cheerily to cover my nervousness.

“I’m glad you called back. I tried to call you earlier,” Susan said.

“Uh..., I’m sorry that I missed your call. One of the guys from work invited me to have a beer with him after work...So, well, you know,...No matter how badly I felt, I had to put in a short appearance for friendship’s sake,” I said apologetically.

“Well, I’m glad you called,” Susan giggled.

“Is everything okay?”, I asked with some trepidation.

“Oh, I’m fine,” Susan said as she continued to giggle.

“I’d love to come over, but it sounds like you have company,” I replied.

“Some of the girls came over for a visit. They’ll be leaving shortly,” Susan said.

“Oh, well...I can call you later..,” I started to say.

“I meant what I said. I really enjoyed your company last night. I thought that you might have felt the same way, and perhaps would like a repeat tonight?”, Susan continued.

“But what about your company?”, I asked

“They’ll be gone soon. Why don’t you come over?” Susan said seductively.

“I really did enjoy your company, but I’ve haven’t felt well all day. I don’t know if I should come over and burden you with my illness. I think that I should stay home tonight so I can get better,” I replied.

“You’re not feeling well? What’s wrong?”, Susan asked in a concerned tone.

“Since this morning, I’ve had very severe cramps accompanied by diarrhea ,” I replied.

“Severe cramps?”, she queried.

“I had to rush off the production line several times. In fact, my foreman gave me a warning because of my frequent trips to the toilet,” I admitted.

“I hope you’re feeling better now?”, Susan asked.

“Well,” I said, “I’m feeling a little bit better.”

“Then why don’t you come over?”

I thought about it for only a microsecond before replying, “Okay, if your sure I’m not interrupting your gathering,” I said a little too eagerly.

“You won’t be interrupting. In fact, I insist that you come over right away. Maybe I can make something for you that will make you feel better,” Susan responded with maternal concern, then added questioningly, “I’ll see you in a little while?”

“Okay, give me a few minutes to grab something to eat and I’ll...,” I began

“Please don’t eat alone. I don’t know what you’ve got that’s made you sick! Why don’t you let me order some pizza for the two of us and then you can eat when you get here,” Susan quickly cut me off.

Pizza sounded good to me, so I said, “Okay, I’ll be over in a few minutes.”

“I look forward to seeing you again,” Susan replied with an unseemly giggle.

I hung up the phone. Looking through the rest of my mail, I decided that I would change first.

I went into my bedroom and rummaged through my dresser drawer for another pair of jeans, as well as a clean shirt to wear. After scrounging through the drawer for a few minutes, I found my favorite blue jeans. I went into the small bathroom of my apartment to undress myself in the shower. I knew that my messy pants and underwear would have to be rinsed off before I put them in the laundry. I quickly unfastened and dropped my damp and soiled pants onto the tile floor of the shower. I wiped my rear end with gobs of toilet paper from the rolling dispenser before tossing the brown-stained handfuls of toilet paper into the toilet and flushing it.

Then I returned to the bedroom and stepped into the clean jeans that I had selected earlier. When I started to pull them up, I discovered that they seemed to be a little loose on me. I quickly buttoned up my fly, then pulled my shirt on over my head before I tucked the tails it into the pants. Strangely, the pants seemed loose, so I put an old belt on and cinched it tight around my waist.

I searched my apartment for my house and car keys for a moment before I located them and headed back out the door and into my car.

Within thirty minutes, I pulled into Susan’s crowded driveway.

CHAPTER 23: The Pamper’s Club

I glanced at all the parked cars as I made my way to Susan’s front door.

“I wonder what’s going on here?”, I asked to myself as I pressed the buzzer at the door.

“Well! You must be Larry!”, A young woman exclaimed cheerfully as she opened the door. She turned and shouted to the household as she opened the door wider and ushered me inside, “Larry’s here, tell Susan that her beau is here!”

“Huh, yeah,” I answered in surprise.

“Well...? Come on in, don’t stand out there! It’s getting cold in here,” The young woman said.

“Listen, if I’m interrupting, I can come back later! Please tell Susan that I was here and that I’ll stop back later tonight...,” I started to say as I backpedaled to the front door.

“No, no, no! Susan’s expecting you! Come on in, we’re almost done with our meeting. Let me introduce myself, my name is Kelly!”

“Meeting?”, I asked in a quandary.

“Yes, the ?Pamper Club’ is just about ready to wrap up tonight’s meeting. You won’t be intruding, I promise!”

“What kind of club is it?” I asked.

“We’re mostly mothers with a few baby-sitters and nannies that get together on a monthly basis,” Kelly responded, seizing my hand to drag me into the living room like a wayward toddler.

“I r..really should c..come b..back l...later when you...,” I stammered as I attempted to disengage my fingers from Kelly’s strong grip.

“Ladies, this is Larry!”, Kelly announced the group of women in the room.

I glanced around the room as Kelly dragged me through the doorway. There were ten nice-looking women of approximately from twenty to thirty-five years of age sitting around the room with drinks in their hands as they engaged in conversation. The minute Kelly introduced me, every one of them turned their heads to stare at me. Most of the women looked to be about Susan’s and my age. Several of the women stood up and came over to gather around me.

“Larry, this is Mary, Joan, Christine and Martha,” Kelly said, naming each of the women that surrounded me.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you!”, I replied politely, looking over their shoulders for Susan.

“Susan will be out in just a minute!”, a voice rang out from the hallway. I recognized the voice from the previous night. It belonged to Nancy, who was just entering the room from the kitchen. Nancy continued, “Susan told me that you should have a seat and make yourself comfortable when you arrived.”

I looked around for a place to sit. Kelly pushed me toward the sofa, allowing Martha to take my arm and sit me down onto the sofa. Joan sat down on the other side of me.

“Geeze, a little pushy, aren’t we?”, I thought to myself.

Kelly saw the expression of slight discomfort on my face as I settled into the oversoft cushions of the sofa and offered considerately, “Would you like something to drink?”

“Huh? Sure!”, I replied, trying to free myself from the soft embrace of the sofa’s cushions.

“Stay right here and relax,” Martha said as she grabbed my arm and returned me back into the soft enfolds of the sofa’s cushions.

“Susan’s already prepared a drink for you,” Nancy said, handing me a glass of wine, “She told me to tell you that the pizza should be here in just a few minutes.”

I took the chilled glass of wine and settled back on the sofa between the two women as I sipped from the glass and asked, “Where is Susan?”

“Oh, she’s busy in the nursery. She’ll be right out,” Nancy replied, heading back towards the kitchen.

Kelly continued introducing me to the other women in the room, “And this is Liz, Jennifer, Andrea, Mandy, and Sarah.”

I nodded the to the women collectively as Kelly named each woman in the room.

“So you’re Susan’s new beau?”, Joan asked as she laid her hand upon my knee.

“Well,...I don’t know if you would call me her beau. We just met yesterday,” I said as I took another sip of wine.

I looked around the room. All the women were smiling at me. I just politely nodded. Then the women went back to their conversations. I tried to listen but Joan’s patting of my knee was so distracting, that I couldn’t catch everything that was being said.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do...Jonathan is completely unhappy with his new baby-sitter,” Liz said in an exasperated tone.

“I finally found a baby-sitter that I can rely upon,” Jennifer said with some satisfaction.

“It’s so hard finding good sitters,” Mandy said sympathetically, adding, “Of course Eric is a special case.”

“How is Eric progressing?”, Kelly asked.

“I registered him in the specialty school just the other day. He starts tomorrow. The school will help with his development. They’ll take care of his special needs; they’re setup for cases like his. It’s expensive, but it’ll be worth it,” Mandy continued.

“Eric turned eighteen three months ago, but his mind is that of a two-year-old,” Martha explained to me sotto voca, “He had some medical problems and spent the past weeks in the hospital.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I commiserated as I took another sip of wine.

Martha nodded and continued, “Mandy is such a strong person, but taking care of an adult-sized baby like Eric has been very difficult. It’ll nice for her to have time for herself now.”

“Well! My Samantha just completed her course! To celebrate, I bought her a very special sundress. I’m planning on a very special party for her,” Mary chimed in, “Of course you are all invited, and your little ones too. It will be a party for everyone!”

“Oh! Did you hear that Mary is having a party?”, a voice giggled.

“Matthew has just gotten over a bad case of rash,” Christine voiced.

“Renee has been having that problem too,” Andrea added.

“What did you do for him?”, Martha asked.

“Poor little Matthew hasn’t been feeling well the past few days. He really has been going through a lot of diapers. I had to call the Diaper Service and renew my order them to tide him over. The Diaper Service said they would deliver them the next day. So until I could get the new supply, I had to keep him in the messy diapers much longer than I would have liked.

I took him to the doctor to see what was wrong. After examining him, she told me that Matthew’s body was adjusting to its new environment and that the medication was running it’s course. She did give me some special ointment for the rash, saying that he should be okay in a few days.”

“Samantha had the same problem and she was feeling much better after a couple of days,” Mary offered.

“So Larry, how are you doing?”, Joan asked me, squeezing my knee harder. Her hand started to travel up my thigh.

Liz got up and walked down the hallway.

“I think Susan is one lucky gal if she gets you!”, Martha giggled as she laid her hand on my other leg.

“Susan and I only just met. We’re still getting to know one another,” I commented.

“That’s not what I heard,” Joan said laughing.

“Joan, what in the world do you mean?”, Christine, who was sitting across from us, asked.

“I heard from Nancy that....”, Joan began.

“What did Nancy tell you?”, Susan’s voice rang out.

“Nancy was describing what a wonderful time you had on your date,” Joan answered quickly as she turned to see Susan standing in the hallway.

I turned my head towards Susan. She was standing there with a young lady.

“You can go sit down, Renee, I’ll get something for you to drink,” Susan said as she gently pushed the young lady’s bottom to force her into the room, “Andrea, Renee’s all set, she should be fine for a while.”

I watched as Renee shuffled over to Andrea. Her eyes were focused on the floor and never looked up. I thought that she was walking kind of funny. Her clothes had an indefinable childish air to them, although they weren’t overtly juvenile. She was wearing what looked like a bulky jump suit.

“Hi Larry, the pizza should be here any moment! I see that you’ve already been given something to drink. Good! I’ll right back, I’m going to get a drink for myself,” Susan said before turning to Joan and saying sternly, “And Joan, watch where that hand of yours is resting!”

I smiled a little as Joan’s hand quickly retracted itself from my thigh.

I turned my attention back to Renee. She had seated herself at Andrea’s feet. Renee looked to be a little younger than me. The way she moved and sat, one would have thought that she was much younger, perhaps thirteen.

Suddenly I had a familiar rumbling in my stomach. It was the same kind rumbling I had had experienced several times earlier that day. I remembered the warning signs and began to get up.

“Where are you going?”, Martha asked, making a grab for my hand.

“Excuse me, b...but I have to use the b...bathroom,” I stammered, politely brushing Martha’s hand away.

“It’s just down the hallway,” Joan said.

I glanced down at Renee as I passed by. Renee didn’t look up, her eyes stayed glued to the floor. I made my way quickly down the hallway, half-bent with sharp pains from the huge gas bubbles that had formed and threatened to explode from my rear. The rumbling within my gut grew stronger and more urgent as I moved down the hallway. If I didn’t make to the bathroom in time, I knew what would happen.

When I arrived at the bathroom door, but it was closed. I knocked on the door, hoping futilely that the bathroom was empty and that the handle was merely stiff from the effects of the house’s age and subsequent settling. The rumble from my stomach became a loud growl accompanied by a bubbling, hissing noise and painful cramps as the gas and liquid put a profound pressure on my pelvic floor and sphincter. I knew that I had to go immediately. I stopped in my tracks, pulling in the muscles of my bottom cheeks as tightly as I could while clamping down on my anal sphincter as I waited for the wave of cramps and pain to subside.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” came a female voice from the other side of the bathroom door.

Another volley of rumbles issued from my lower abdomen. I winced as the pain in my gut told me that I would void soon, whether I wanted to or no. I clamped the muscles of my butt even tighter.

I knocked again in desperation.

“I said I would be right out, just wait,” the voice said with some irritation.

“Please! I need to use the bathroom NOW!”, I pleaded.

I felt the rumbling grow stronger and stronger. I pulled in the muscles of my rear in one mighty effort to control myself....Suddenly, I was struck with a horrible cramp that felt like a red-hot poker had skewered me from front to rear. As I reflexively doubled over in pain, I compressed my gut causing my rear to explode....

CHAPTER 24: A Real Mess!

I felt the rush of liquid driven by high pressure methane mixed with extremely odoriferous aldehydes flooded my shorts and ran down the backs of my legs. My bottom felt hot and slimy as I remained bent over in pain. I reached around to feel the damage only to discover that I had soaked the bottom of my denim jeans. Worse, I could feel small lumps of shit as they passed through my flaccid anal sphincter followed by a loud series of explosive farts. I tried to clamp down and control myself, but my position and my overstressed sphincter refused to answer my conscious commands. Once the flow had begun, I couldn’t stop it. A sharp gasp escaped from my lips while my eyes grew wide in horror as even larger stools began to emerge from my rear. I could feel the denim material of my jeans stretch and expand from the pressure of the semi-solid mess that was issuing from my bottom. Almost unconsciously, I fell to my knees as my gut was racked with pain. With each passing moment, the seat of my pants bulged further as more waste was dumped from my bowels into my pants, accompanied by loud reports of fetid gases as they were released from my gut into the hallway. While I knelt on the floor, my bladder betrayed me as well. The schooner of beer that I’d had earlier had been processed by my kidneys and had been awaiting excretion from my bladder. I had planned to deal with both problems when I got to the toilet, but the general relaxation of my pelvic floor caused the sphincters of my bladder to give way as well. I started pissing uncontrollably. Within seconds, the front of my jeans were as soaked as my rear. I was dripping wet. As the gases that had tortured me were vented, the pain and cramps in my gut began to subside. Very carefully I leaned against the wall, using it as a brace to help me steady myself.

Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened. I lifted my eyes up to see a young woman stepping out of the bathroom. She looked down at me, kneeling before her in a pool of my own piss with the rear of my jeans bulging with shit. In that moment, had I reached the nadir of my life. I wanted to crawl away and hide from the disgusted expression of the woman who stood so far above me. I was worse than a baby because I knew better than to soil and wet myself, but I couldn’t help myself. Nor by her expression, would it do any good to explain that I was sick. I felt helpless and alone as well as mortified to the bone. I dropped my hands from the wall to hold my torso up with my hands as if I was a crawling baby who hadn’t learned to walk.

“What happened!”, a voice exclaimed from behind me.

I turned my head slowly, leaning against the wall in exhaustion. When I looked at the woman bending over me in concern, I couldn’t recognize her at first. Slowly, my cognition returned to normal as I was able to place first her face and then her voice. My eyes grew wider as I realized that it was Nancy.

“What happened?”, Nancy repeated the question, sniffing the fetid atmosphere while she studied my face. When she glancing down and saw the rapidly spreading puddle between my hands. The bulge beneath my jeans didn’t escaper her attention, she knew exactly what I had done.

“I don’t know,” Liz said, “I was in the bathroom, when someone knocked on the door. I told him that I would be right out. When I opened the door, I saw him there, just as you see him,” replied the young woman.

“Liz, you spend too much time in the bathroom,” Nancy commented, smiling in rapt fascination at my awkward and humiliating position on the floor.

“What’s that awful smell?”, Liz asked as she looked down at me on all fours and chuckled maternally, “Oh oh, I think someone needed to use the bathroom, but didn’t quite make it.”

From the pit of my degradation, I looked up at Liz for support. I saw her smile in answer.

“Now that’s not true, is it Larry?”, Nancy asked, moving closer to me as she began to bend over to offer me a hand up.

I didn’t answer because I was too frightened and embarrassed to deal with anyone on an adult level at that moment. I glanced back down to the floor as I gathered the mental strength to force myself to deal with the most embarrassing incident of my adult life. I decided that I had to get into the bathroom on my own without help. My dignity was in shreds, but if I made it to the bathroom on my own, at least I could keep some of my self-respect. I ignored both women as I struggled to stand upright.

“Larry, let me help you,” Nancy offered, moving next to me. Suddenly I felt her hand rest on top of my mine. She placed her other hand on my butt, in an obvious attempt to help me into the bathroom, but all she managed while she gently massaged my cheeks comfortingly, was to squish the slimy mess inside the bottom of my pants and spread the mess out. I could feel the solid part of the mess start to slide out of the confines of my overfilled underwear and drop down the legs of my pants. The incident was getting more horrible by the minute, every time she pushed on my rear, a little piece of shit dropped down the back of my pants. I could felt the cold wetness of my feces as they bounced back and forth between my jeans and the skin of the rear of my leg. I was leaving a trail of shit behind me!

I started to tremble as I turned and looked at Nancy, her face now turned from a smile to a stern look as she saw the trail I was leaving from the legs of my jeans.

I tried to make a break for the bathroom, but Nancy held me firmly.

“Liz, do me a favor,” Nancy looked up and asked Liz.

“Sure, what do you want me to do?”, Liz replied.

“Keep guard out here. I’m going to help Larry get cleaned up. He’s a mess. Don’t breath a word of this to anyone, okay?” Nancy asked, reaching underneath my arm and helping me stand up straight. I gasped as I felt more of the mess continue to slide even further down my thighs.

“But don’t you think I should let Susan know...,” I asked, remembering how she had reacted to Joan’s hand on my thigh.

Ignoring me, Nancy instructed Liz sternly, “I said not a word to anyone, including Susan. I’ll take care of this. Okay? Why don’t you take a roll of toilet paper and clean up the mess he made outside the bathroom. It’s only a little puddle of pee and some poop. Could you get that up for me, please?”

“Listen, Ladies, I can take care of myself, thank you. If you would.....” I begged, trying to break away from the Nancy’s hold on me.

“Sure you can! Why you can’t even wait to use the bathroom. What makes you think you can...,” Liz began laughing at me.

“Liz, shut-up and just watch the door,” Nancy snapped before Liz had finished her jape. Then she grabbed me even harder, allowing her nails to dig into my arm slightly. I gasped at the pressure. Her grip was very strong, much stronger than I expected. “I am going to help you and I don’t want any arguments or I’ll march you right now into the living room and show all the ladies what you did in the hallway. Do you understand me?”, Nancy asked in a scolding tone. Then she turned back to Liz, “Clean up the mess in the hall and remember, not a word to anyone!”

“Sheeze, you have all the fun,” Liz said disgustedly, “Okay, but hurry. I’ll clean up the mess in the hall, but those farts of his were pretty fierce. When the stench reaches the living room, everyone will know that something has happened.”

Nancy smiled, “Let me worry about that! I’ll take care of Larry. By the time they notice, his bottom will be as clean as a whistle and no one will be the wiser!”

I gasped again as Nancy lifted me up even further to straighten my back. Then she opened the door to the bathroom and dragged me into the small white-tiled room. I watched as Liz closed the door behind her and commanded, “Let’s get you into the bathtub. I don’t want you leaking any more poop all over the bathroom floor!”

Nancy opened both facets at the head of the tub, filling it with lukewarm water. The minute it became one-third full, she began pushing me towards the edge of the tub. I felt her hand patting my butt, mashing my mess in its confines even further around.

“Listen Nancy, I can explain...”, I tried to say as she unfastened my shoelaces and pulled the shoes from my feet.

“I’m sure you can. Explain why you can’t control yourself.” Nancy snapped back as she pulled my socks off.

“I haven’t been feeling good all day.” I attempted to explain, “Really, I’ve been having this problem all day.”

“You messed your pants several times today already?”, Nancy asked with an air of innocence.

“NO! That’s not what I meant and you know it! I meant to that I have not being feeling well all day and I’ve had several incidents of diarrhea today. As long as I could get to a toilet, I didn’t have any accidents!”, I said.

“Sure,...that’s what you meant. Hurry up and get your clothes off,” Nancy replied as she turned her back to me and opened a bathroom drawer, “Then explain why you are wearing shitty pants right now?”

“I told you! I haven’t been feeling well and I rushed to get to the bathroom, but Liz was in here, so I couldn’t get in,” I blurted out.

“And you mean to tell mean that a grown man could not contain himself while someone was in the bathroom?”, Nancy snapped at me, “You’re acting just like a baby. Everyone knows that only babies poop in their pants!”

“Like I said...,” began to reply.

“I told you to get your clothes off, so why are you still dressed?”, Nancy asked in a stentorian voice that echoed off the tile wall over the bathtub.

“I was waiting for you to leave so I could clean myself ...,” I began.

“You’re in no shape to do anything for yourself!”, Nancy barked as she dropped some of the items she had gotten from the drawer onto the sink counter.

“Listen, I don’t need to explain mysel...,” I began to answer angrily, getting upset with the way I was being treated.

Nancy turned around, allowing me to see the expression on her face. It was one that I would remember for a long time; malicious and determined. The contrast between Nancy’s streak of cruelty and Susan’s loving care was so shocking that I was completely unnerved by the sudden shift in social status in a household which had subconsciously made me feel as secure as a babe in arms.

“I said get undressed! Since you can’t seem to listen and obey, I guess I’ll just have do it for you!”, Nancy said menacingly, shoving me backwards.

Her unexpected shove caught me off guard and I fell back against the bathtub wall. I was knocked off balance, hitting my head on the wall with a force that made the world go black for an instant and left me feeling nauseated. Seconds later, I semi-consciously felt my knees buckle as I slid down the tiled wall to collapse into the tub. When my bottom hit the surface of the tub, I felt the sticky mess in my pants squish out around my sides.

I laid back in a dazed condition, oblivious to the mass of blood-warm shit which surrounded my seat as I sat stunned on the slick surface of the tub. My head was pounding in pain from the blow I had taken to the rear of my skull and I could feel the tickle of something warm and wet as it streamed through my hair and trickled down my neck. My vision blurred making me see double as the room seemed to reel around me. I wanted to puke. I shook my head to clear it and almost lost consciousness. Every muscle in my body seemed to wilt simultaneously. It was all that I could do to keep my head upright. I felt as weak as a kitten. I closed my eyes to shut out the dizziness that seemed to be making my nausea worse. A few seconds later, I felt my legs being swung around and placed into the tub. I tried to lean forward to puke, but I was instantly pushed back.

“Wha..arrre ya doin’?”, I slurred at Nancy in confusion as I felt her unfasten my belt and work it backwards through the belt loops around my waist. Weakly, I clumsily tried to push her hands away from my pants. Despite my dazed condition, I still retained enough consciousness to feel the need to protect what was left of my dignity. I didn’t want anyone to see my naked pubes covered in a nasty sludge of shit and piss. Moreover, the idea being controlled by a strong woman was embarrassing. I tried to sit up, but Nancy easily thwarted my efforts by yanking my ankle towards the front of the tub to pulling me down again.

“I’m helping you get cleaned up,” Nancy retorted as she reached around my back and pulled out the rear of both my shirt and T-shirt at the same time. Then, with a painful jerk, she yanked the pair of them up and over my head in one swift motion.

I slumped back against the cool surface of the tub in surrender as she continued to undress me, saying as she slapped my leg, “Don’t struggle or I’ll give you something to really struggle about!”

I watched as her hands moved down to the fly on my jeans to unbutton me. I was astonish at how nimbly her fingers were able to unbutton my pant’s fly.

“Now! Are you going to cooperate and lift your butt up so I can slide these filthy pants off of you? Or do you want me to yank them off of you?”, Nancy demanded sternly.

I realized that she was strong enough to carry out her threat. My woozy condition, plus the uncertainty of my social position since my accident had unmanned and confused me, so I hesitated before responding.

Nancy leaned down over me with her hands holding the fly of my pants.

“Well, since you can’t answer like a big boy, I see that I’ll have to yank...,” she began.

Suddenly the import of her words sunk into my trauma-addled brain. I realized that she was dead serious and she would do exactly as she had promised. I gingerly lifted my butt up off the floor of the tub in acquiescence to her wishes.

Nancy grabbed the bottom hem of my pants and slowly pulled the my pants down my legs. I watched in horror as the pants slipped lower and lower to expose my yellow and brown stained underwear. As she withdrew my pants, shit from my bottom over-flowed and ran into the tub. My eyes grew wider as I saw how bad my accident had been. My shorts were completely soaked and the urine had become mixed with the fetid fluid from my backside. The smell was overpowering! I moved my legs and could feel just how big a mess I had made in my shorts. I vowed that if I ever got over my ailment, that I’d wear briefs from that moment on. My shorts had allowed my mess to flow down my legs without any containment, making me truly messy. For a fraction of an instant, I wished that I had been wearing diapers before the ultimate humiliation came. At least my clothes wouldn’t have been ruined. Both they and I reeked to high Heaven!

“Boy! You really did a number in your undies!”, Nancy reproved, pulling my pants down my thighs. I was forced further onto my back as she pulled my pants legs up to remove my filthy pants from my shins and feet.

I started to lower my legs as the pants were pulled off.

“What do you think you’re doing? Keep those legs up until I get your filthy underwear off your bottom!”, Nancy ordered fiercely.

I watched helplessly as she roughly pulled the shit-laden underwear from my upraised rear.

I closed my eyes in deep mortification. My full humiliation had become complete as Nancy systematically stripped me of my last shreds of adult dignity and privacy.

“I’ll have you cleaned up in just a few minutes baby, so just take it easy,” Nancy laughed nastily as she turned on the spigot of the tub to wet a washcloth with warm water.

I watched as Nancy raised my legs up and began to roughly wipe off my messy rear with a warm washcloth. It was humiliating.

She went through several washcloths to cleanse my rear end before she pronounced, “There we are, your butt is almost as clean as a baby’s bottom. But I think I’m going to need to give you a bath to finish cleaning you up though.”

I could feel Nancy’s hand resting on my stomach. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see what Nancy was doing. I could hear the facet of the tub being turned on again as she filled the tub with warm water.

“Now, let’s get the rest of this mess washed off of you.” Nancy ordered in a matter-of-fact manner.

I felt the warm water sloshing around my bottom as the water in the tub started to fill. Suddenly my eyes flew open as I heard the faint metallic squeak of an antique, unoiled doorknob being turned.

My head turned as the bathroom door burst open.

CHAPTER 25: Cleaned Up

“LARRY! JUST WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?”, Susan shouted.

In the bathroom doorway stood Susan with her hands on her hips and her eyes glaring. If I hadn’t known better, I could have sworn that sparks of anger were shooting from her eyes. There I was, naked to all the world, with Nancy leaning over the tub, pouring what I took to be bubble bath into the tub of rising water

surrounding my feet. Susan’s glare held the most consummate contempt I’d ever seen. I wanted to shrivel up and hide in the smallest corner of the bathroom.

“I asked a question, AND I EXPECT AN ANSWER!” Susan demanded as her voice rose to the parade ground level of a Master Drill Sergeant.

“I had...an acc...,” I replied hesitatingly in my fright, sinking as low in the bathtub as I could go.

“Larry had a problem making it to the bathroom,” Nancy shouted defensively, startled by Susan’s unexpected entrance. Her surprise made her drop the plastic bottle in her hand into the bathwater.

I heard the “kr-plunk” as the bottle hit the water and disappeared under the rising water. Instantly bubbles started forming very fast under the spot where the bottle had disappeared. Strangely, the bubbles frothed and foamed as if there was some sort of chemical reaction going on as if a bottle of Alka-Seltzer tablets had been dumped into the water. I knew instinctively that bubbles should have only formed from a simple soap if the water had been agitated like when the spigot was turned on.

Susan heard the sound of the bottle hitting the water. She quickly looked at the tub with me in it, trying to squirm under the safety and security of the water as best as I could. A huge mound of bubbles formed quickly between my feet, helping me to hide my pubes from public view.

“What were you putting into the water, Nancy?” Susan asked in a dangerous tone.

“Just some of the lotion!”, Nancy replied innocently.

“THE LOTION!!!???”, shouted Susan.

“Yes,” Nancy meekly answered as she backed away from the tub.

“GET THAT BOTTLE OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!” Susan commanded.

“But I don’t have...,” Nancy objected.

“DID YOU HEAR ME! I SAID NOW!”, Susan ordered with a fierceness that I wouldn’t have imagined possible from such a sweet, loving woman.

“Yeeessss!”, Nancy hissed angrily with a syllabic serpentine sound as she slithered over the tub’s side to obey her mistress’s orders.

I felt Nancy’s hand swirling the bathwater around me as she vainly searched through the rapidly rising mounds of bubbles. When Nancy brushed one mound of bubbles away in frustration, another mound of bubbles quickly arose to take it’s place. I felt her hand brush me inadvertently a several times, as she swished the water and bubbles back and forth in her efforts to locate the plastic bottle.

“I can’t seem to find it, the bubbles are forming too fast!”, Nancy cried out in distress.

“GET THAT BOTTLE OUT OF THERE!” Susan commanded again, slapping her bottom so hard that Nancy was launched to land half-way into the tub with me.

I could see that Nancy’s blouse was completely soaked, and her face and upper body were completely covered with bubbles as she quickly recovered herself and levered her way out of the water and suds.

“Larry, help find that bottle!”, Susan shouted in desperation. I began searching around my back and bottom where Nancy hadn’t groped. Susan glared at Nancy as she threatened, “That’s an extremely expensive bubble bath, and if it’s all gone, the person responsible for its loss is going to regret it!”.

Nancy had straightened up and was trying to brush the bubbles from her arms, but the enraged, unforgiving glare that Susan shot her made her put her hands immediately back into the tub.

I continued swishing my hands around through the mounds of bubbles which had covered me entirely, looking for the lost bottle of bubble bath. The suds rose so high that I felt like a person being swallowed up in a ?blob’ of bubbles. I struggled to sit back up, but the soapy bubbles had made the porcelain bottom of the tub as slick as oiled polished glass. Worse, the tub suddenly seemed too big for me. I started to slide from side to side in the tub as if my hips had shrunk. I gripped the side of the tub to keep from sliding under the water, having a hard time keeping the weight of my bottom and torso balanced on the virtually friction-smooth surface. As I looked up, a big mound of bubbles engulfed my face. I tried to blow the bubbles away from my face. I felt Nancy’s hand brush up against me again, this time grabbing my hand to pull me up into a sitting position. Immediately, I slipped down and beneath the bubbles again. My hands went up into the air as I fell backwards into the ever growing mountain of suds as I helplessly slipped beneath the bathwater. Water ran up my nose, causing me to choke and open my mouth to be filled with sudsy water. When I opened my eyes in panic, the suds got in my eyes, causing an intense burning sensation. I forced my eyelids closed immediately, trying to prevent further damage to my eyes. The sudsy water that had gotten into my eyes stung like fire.

I struggled to sit back up. I had to breathe. Nothing else was as important in the world at that time as getting a breath of fresh air. My lungs had expanded as my blood dumped carbon dioxide into them. I felt like my lungs were ready to explode. If I had stayed under the water a minute longer, I would have reflexively exhaled and attempted to breathe the bathwater.

As I brought my hands back down to brace myself for a final thrust towards the surface and survival, I felt my fingers touch the bottle, which had come to rest at the bottom of the tub by my side. I clutched the neck of the bottle between my thumb and forefinger as I shot to the surface like a submarine with blown ballast tanks as it surfaced in an emergency maneuver. Gasping, I spit the water out of my mouth and started to cough to eject the soapy water which had gone down my nose and throat. My trachea closed spasmodically, shutting down my breathing. I pushed harder, fighting for life-giving air. As the last of the soapy water was ejected from my upper trachea, the allergic response of my lungs began to diminish to allow me to breathe freely.

I relaxed, even though the suds in the water that had coated my nasal passages still stung like fire. As I started to slip down beneath the soothing warmth of the bathwater, I felt a hand on the back of my head, pulling my hair upward.

“Oow!..., ”, I yelled, coughing and sputtering as I handed over the much sought plastic bottle to Susan. I glanced at the bottle and saw that the water had dissolved its contents. The bottle was crystal clear and sparkling clean.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, I’m just trying to help you up,” Susan said with maternal concern.

As I opened my eyes, I could make out the blurry shape of Susan as she knelt next to the side of the tub, with her hand firmly around my neck.

I turned and looked at the end of the tub and I could make out Nancy still kneeling at the edge of the tub, still searching for the plastic bottle.

“I’ve got you, you’re not going to slide back down,” Susan promised softly before she turned her attention to her wayward friend, saying sharply, “Nancy, shut off the water.”

Nancy leaned over to the facet and turned the water off. She then went back to brushing more of the bubbles off of her.

“Just what do you think you were doing, Nancy?” Susan growled, showing her the bottle that I’d retrieved.

I coughed again. The water in my nose still burned.

“I was just helping him get cleaned up. I didn’t want you to find him in his messy condition,” Nancy explained in the lame tone of a young child. The abject tone of surrender in her voice led me to think that she was terrified by the thought that Susan might be angry with her.

“I wonder if that’s all there was to it!”, Susan snapped.

“Honest, Susan! That’s all there was to it. I was trying to help him..., “ Nancy began.

“Don’t you think he could have handled cleaning himself up?”, Susan shot back.

“Well, I didn’t think...,” Nancy began to mutter.

“No kidding!”, Susan said in disgust, “And what else didn’t you think about? Come on! Out with it! I haven’t got all day!”

Susan tapped her the toe of her shoe in impatience with what had obviously been a fabricated excuse as she continued, “What you said also doesn’t explain why you had him in the tub.”

“It was the easiest way to clean him up,” Nancy replied simply.

“Then explain why you were using this?”, Susan asked holding up the now empty bottle.

“Well I thought you are going to use it on...”, Nancy started to say before she saw the look on Susan’s face and her reply died on her lips.

“That may be, but it didn’t give you the right to use it,” Susan said, in full command of the situation.

“I thought you had..., “ Nancy began.

“I think we’ll continue this conversation later. Right now, I want you to take his clothes and put them in the laundry in the basement,” Susan commanded.

“Okay, but first let me wash-up...,” Nancy said.

“I SAID, RIGHT NOW!” Susan said in a thunderous growl and get me a working flashlight immediately!

Nancy’s face turned white in fear as she tremblingly acquiesced, “Sure. Why don’t I just take these things down to the laundry for you?”

“DO IT NOW! Then when you’re done, you and I are going to have a little talk,” Susan said calmly, “And on your way out, please ask Martha to come in here for a moment. For that matter, have Martha bring the flashlight. Test it first! I don’t want to see you in here again with Larry today. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”

“Sure, I’ll tell Martha that you want to talk to her and get a flashlight ready for her to bring to you,” Nancy answered meekly.

I decided to speak up. I didn’t want another woman to see me in this position. As it was I was very uncomfortable with the conversation that just took place. I was seeing a side of Susan that seemed to be more than a little domineering. I was excited by it, but I also a little taken back by her sudden display of a forceful personality. I tried to sit up right, but the water and slick bubbles made it a difficult task.

“Listen ladies, I can take care of myself. If you would just give me a towel..., “ I asked reasonably.

“Larry, I want to apologize for Nancy. What she did was cruel and unnecessary,” Susan said softly, massaging the back of my neck with her hand, “Nancy tends to be aggressive with designs of her own. However, that’s about to change!”

She brought her hand up from the back of my head to discover it was full of blood. Susan quickly rinsed it off in the bathwater and tenderly made me tilt my head forward. As one might expect, I had a vertical tear of the skin of my scalp where my head struck the tile. I had a lump on my skull that was nearly as large as a goose egg. In short, the blow to the back of my skull had probably given me a concussion.

Susan’s voice became very quiet and soothing as she said, “Sweetiepie, I think you may have had a concussion. Can you answer a few questions for me?’

“I’ll try,” I offered weakly.

“Good!”, she said encouragingly as she asked, “After you got hit on the head, did you feel dazed? Did your vision blur or double? Did you experience tunnel vision or a have a blackout? Did you feel nauseous or dizzy? Did you have trouble recognizing people or where you are? Can you remember today’s date? Do you know who I am?”

I was hesitant about revealing what had happened in the bathroom. Still, Susan’s loving concern put me at ease so I answered, “Yeah, after I hit my head I was dazed and the room went black for an instant. I wanted to puke, but Nancy wouldn’t let me, although I feel a bit better now. Yes, after the blow to my head I couldn’t recognize Nancy for a moment, but I remembered who she was quickly. I had double vision for a few minutes, but it seems to be alright now too. I know who you are and today’s date, although I’m still a bit woozy,” I said, “I’m really sorry that I had such a horribly messy accident. I couldn’t help it. I tried to get into the bathroom in time to drop my pants and to sit on the toilet, but the lady in the bathroom, Liz , was taking forever! After that, my memory is a little fuzzy.”

I started to mumble apologetically to dream characters in my daze; “It’s all my fault! I shouldn’t have come here when I was feeling sick! I’d told Susan that I haven’t felt well all day. It’s my fault, I should have just stayed home.”

“Nonsense! Remember it was I who insisted that you come over!”, Susan cooed, stroking my wet hair.

“I really am sorry about the..., “ I began.

“Larry, you have nothing to be sorry about. Right now, I just want you to relax.” Susan said softly, continuing to stoke my head.

I sat in the tub, letting Susan rub my head. She had a very good touch. She swirled her fingers around the back stock of my hair, making lazy eight’s on the back of my head. I began to wonder about the commotion over the bottle of lotion Nancy had poured into the tub.

“What was in that bottle?” I asked softly.

“Oh, a little of this and a little of that. Some herbs, and bubble bath. A special concoction that is very hard to come by,” Susan whispered.

“I think there was a lot of bubble bath in there!” I smirked.

“Well... you’re not suppose to use very much of it, because it’s very, very concentrated. This bottle should have lasted me for several months.”

I let out a slight moan, “Was it very expensive?”

“Very. Why do you ask?”, she asked gently.

Another moan unconsciously escaped my lips as said in the low voice of someone who has unwittingly contributed to another’s economic loss, “I don’t think you have very much left in the bottle. When I picked it up, it felt empty.”

“Oh dear! That bottle was almost full!”, Susan gasped before she regained her composure. With a sigh, she said, “Well, we’ll just have to see what happens.”

“What are you going to do to Nancy?”, I asked softly.

“I don’t quite know yet, but then it may be out of my hands,” Susan said coldly.

“I am sure that she was just trying to...,“ I started to mutter softly, looking down into the tub.

“Nancy was trying to rush things. Now she has to face the consequences,” Susan stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

When I looked up at Susan, she just smiled at me.

“Don’t worry about Nancy. That’s none of your concern. Now, since the tub is already filled, let’s take advantage of it. Soak here for a few minutes and try to relax,” she said.

A knock on the door made both of us look towards it. “I’ll be right back,” Susan said softly. She stood up and turned towards the door. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone else in here.”

I watched as Susan closed the door behind her. I could hear some soft talking behind the door, but I could barely make out what was being said. I did manage to overhear a few snippets of conversation of the other women’s voices, but Susan’s voice was too soft to pass through the thickness of the old-fashioned solid walnut door.

“She did?”, said a voice that sounded like Martha’s, “How much?” There were a few gasps, followed by a few chuckles. Apparently there were more than two people outside the bathroom door.

“I guess things will happen a lot faster....,” I heard Martha say as her voice trailed off into meaningless mumbles.

“What can we do?”, said a third voice whose owner I couldn’t distinguish.

“No problem! I’ll handle the ladies out here while you finish with Larry. You can depend on me!”, Martha said with positive note in her voice.

The last part was heard clearly as Susan had opened the door slightly.

“Thanks Martha, I’ll be along shortly.” Susan commented.

“Take your time.” Martha chuckled.

Susan closed the bathroom door and looked at me.

“Well, that’s taken care of. Now, let’s attend to you.” Susan smiled, locking the latch to the door.

A minute later Susan had me staring off into the upper corners of the bathroom while she separately pointed the beam of the flashlight that Martha had brought into each eye to test my autonomic pupil reflex. Susan sighed when she finished, saying, “Well, there’s every evidence to believe that you’ve suffered a mild concussion. While your left pupil dilates and contacts normally to light, while your right pupil is slightly dilated and has a slower response time. You’ve had some brain damage on the left side of your brain, although by tomorrow it could have resolved itself.

Larry, you need to be under observation for the next twenty-four hours! You can’t go home and you can’t work tomorrow. I can watch you tonight and tomorrow if you’d like or if you’d prefer, I can take you to the hospital for what will probably be a two day stay at least. It’s your choice, however, I should tell you that I’ll probably watch you more closely than the hospital staff. Each nurse has a number of patients to be responsible for, while I have only you and the baby. On the other hand, should you need immediate medical intervention, this isn’t a hospital, so there would be a delay. Also, it’s past dinner time at the hospital, so you won’t eat until breakfast. If your doctor is terribly conservative, you may be put on a ?clear liquid’ diet until you are discharged from the hospital to reduce chances of aspirating your vomit in the event that you become really nauseous and have to upchuck.

Oh yes, there is a side issue involved too! While I understand that you’ve had a temporary intestinal upset and have had unavoidable accidents, the hospital personnel won’t see it my way. If you do elect to go to the hospital, you’ll be put in diapers the first time you wet your bed. The nurses and doctors will assume that your bout of incontinence was brought on by your concussion, so you’ll stay in diapers throughout your hospital stay and be sent home in diapers with spare diapers to tide you over until you can see both a urologist and a neurologist to discover why you’ve become incontinent. Of course, the longer you stay in diapers, the longer it will take to potty-train you again. If you go to the hospital for as long as a week, it might take months for you to learn to be continent again.

Soooo, what would you like to do? Would you like to spend the night with me and have me call you in sick as your personal ?nurse’ or would you rather go into the hospital?, Susan asked craftily.

Given the choices that Susan outlined, I decided to remain with her. Her knowledge of medicine impressed me, as well as her ability to diagnose my concussion. If her evaluation of my potential hospital stay was correct, and her knowledge gave me no reason to doubt it, I would be miserable.

I elected to stay with Susan and told her so. I gave her the phone number and name of my foreman and asked her to call him sometime that night.

CHAPTER 26: Baby You Are

& The Story Returns to the Night after the Previous Flashback &

The white fluffy stuff settled on my tummy, making me feel very giggly. i squirmed and wiggled around as more of the powdery material started to cover me. The strap across my chest prevented me from rolling around too much.

“My, my, you are ticklish for a little one.” Susan giggled back.

i watch as she settled the big bottle down and started to rub the white powder into my tummy. i tried moving my hands towards my tummy where she was tickling me.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to stop me from tickling you, huh, is that what you are trying to do?”, Susan smiled at me.

i giggled again as Susan continued to rub the soft powder into my skin.

“I am doing this so you will smell just like the baby you are!”, Susan said, pantomiming a kiss towards me.

Suddenly i stopped giggling. Susan’s words had hit me hard; “....like the baby you are!” My mind screamed silently, “I’M NOT A BABY!!! I AM A THIRTY-SIX-YEAR-OLD MAN. I AM NOT A BABY, YOU’VE DONE SOMETHING TO ME!!!! HELP!!!!” i waited to hear the words come out of my mouth. All that came out of my mouth was a consonantless gurgling sound followed by a string of meaningless vowels.

i noticed the look on Susan’s face as she watched me. A grin started to grow as she sensed what i was trying to do and say.

“Yes you are, you’re becoming a baby and that’s all there is to it. You’re a baby. For now, you’re my little one,” Susan laughed softly while patting my tummy.

i feel my legs being lifted up into the air again. i wanted to scream again, because i realized i knew what was coming next, but I was powerless to prevent it.

i watched as Susan pushed another thick diaper under my raised legs and lifted rear.

“I think this one should last you for another few hours or at least until I’m finished with Tim,” Susan laughed as she lowered my butt onto the thick, soft folds of cloth.

i tried again to squirm and move, but the strap held me in place securely.

“Now, now! Let’s get you finished up, okay? Tim is waiting for me.” Susan whispered as she pulled the thick, absorbent fabric up between my legs.

i watched hopelessly as Susan pulled one side of the thick cloth up and over my tummy, swiftly pinning it closed. She pulled the other side up and over, trapping me back within the confines of the thick, thirsty, diaper.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, now was it? I’ll get you dressed in a jiffy,” Susan smiled. “Then you’ll be all ready for beddie-bye time. Just like a little baby.”

She was right, there was nothing i could do. She was getting me dressed and ready for another sleep session, another session that would probably end up with me being very wet, ...and yes, very messy ... just like a little baby.

i don’t know how she did it, but i thought that any hope of regaining my former body had past, but i had to warn and tell someone before it’s too late.... if it wasn’t too late already! The question was how.

i felt the plastic pants being pulled down my legs and over my thick diaper, then she gave me a light affectionate pat on my diapered crotch to signal that she had finished dressing me for the night.

“There’s my little one, all set for his bottle and another round of sleep,” Susan said with a smile as she continued to pat my plastic-covered, padded pubes.

CHAPTER 27: Count Down

“That’s my little baby. Yes you are, you’re becoming my little one. I bet you can hardly remember when you began to realize what I’d done to you,” She smiled.

“OH, I CAN REMEMBER! BELIEVE ME I CAN!”, My mind screamed. Again all that came out of my mouth was garbled gurgling and an unintelligible pre-speech babble. i tried harder to enunciate sentences that could be understood, but for some strange reason i could no longer assemble words together in to a cogent sentence. A week before i still had the ability to barely speak a few words. The week before that i could speak sentences that were broken and lisped, but my speech was still understandable. i don’t know how she did it, but she managed to reverse my physiological development to trap me into the body that I had had as an infant.

i watched Susan as she lifted my head and slipped a T-shirt over my head she had gathered up between her fingers and pulled it down over my upper chest. After she carefully laid my head back on the changing pad, she proceeded to unfasten the buckle on strap holding me to the padded changing table. Susan continued to pull the gathers of the long shirt down over my body. i tried to roll from side to side, but Susan quickly placed her big hand onto my covered tummy to still me. i felt my ankles being gathered together into one of her huge hands to have my legs and bottom lifted slightly from the pad. I felt a tug on the back of my T-shirt as she pulled the fabric down and around my plastic-pantied bottom. Something in the back of my mind told me that that what she was dressing me in was not a T-shirt... it was a....

“Let’s see how well you are doing? Can you count with me while I snap your shirt into place?” Susan whispered softly as she smiled down at me.

i shook my head from side to side, i didn’t want to cooperate with her. Every time i did, i seemed to get sleepy and regress even farther back. i didn’t want to, i didn’t want to, i didn’t.....

“Seven!”, Susan murmured.

i heard the first snap closure make a high-pitched, brittle metallic sound as it was fastened in place. My mind slipped out of control as it echoed silently, “Seven.”

“Six!”, Susan said quietly with a smile of utter dominance over me as she pressed the two parts of the snap together which made a loud click.

I felt my thickly diapered rear being encased within another layer of binding fabric. The word “Six” raced through my mind.

“Five!”, She said, looking directly into my eyes, mesmerizing me as she pushed another stainless steel button home into it’s female counterpart to be locked in place.

i try harder to spit out what my mind silently parroted, “phivveee...”

Susan chuckled at my attempt to talk as she said, “Four!”, and twisted the fabric of the cotton fabric that covered my crotch and snapped the steel closure home, making it impossible for me to put my hands in my diaper.

“fourrre...”, my entrapped psyche echoed wordlessly.

“Three!”, she announced with satisfaction as my eyelids began to droop while she fastened the crotch of my onsie around my diaper.

Somehow, to my drowsy mind, the sound of the snap seemed louder than the others as it locked itself into its counterpart. My psyche followed her count mindlessly, “treeee...”

“Two!”, she said, knowing that I was well within her hypnotic thrall. She had previously hypnotically programmed me to go into a trance with each sound of the snaps as she pressed them together and counted backwards.

i concentrated as hard as I could to speak in defiance of her plans for me. For one brief wonderful moment, I was able to control my vocal cords and lips as I blurted out almost exactly the word my psyche had formed, “two”. The sound of my high pitched voice reached my ears and i realized that I had done it! It wasn’t perfect, but it was the first word I had enunciated in days. The lisping sound of the word, “twwuu” came from my lips in exhalation. i had done it! The word came out almost exactly the way it was supposed to. Two, i had said. I had broken the hypnotic trance and had been able to utter my first intelligible word in many days. My spirits soared. I thought that there was still some hope.

Susan’s expression changed from a smile to a deep frown. i knew that she realized what i was trying to do, to break her hold on me and reverse her horrible rejuvenation spell.

“What’s this, is my little baby trying to speak like a big boy? Well, we can’t have that, now can we? You’re just a little baby and babies your age can’t talk. ONE!”, she almost shouted as she snapped the final fastener in place with a vicious squeeze of her fingers.

The final snap foreboded doom for me. I had been completely ensconced within the confines of an infant’s onesie. While I had shaken off the post-hypnotic commands from earlier sessions, it was still a demonstration of her power over me and how weak and helpless that I’d become. Wile I might be able to wrest some petty victories from her, there was no doubt in my mind that she would win over the long haul. My mind was declining at an astonishing rate; of late I found myself more and more interested in playing with baby toys as if they were the most fascinating things in the world. I knew from a book on Psychology that I’d once read that the mind developed in-step with the physical abilities. I was certain that as my physical abilities diminished into those of infancy, my psyche would gradually decline until I thought as well as acted like an infant.

I had already come to the point where I was bottle-dependant and enjoyed the physical pleasure of wetting or messing myself even though I felt horribly guilty and ashamed each time I allowed myself to behave in such an unseemly fashion. I couldn’t help myself nor could I escape the situation which was driving me into a mindset of early infancy. Susan could swat down my efforts at freedom with the merest touch of her hand. I shuddered when I considered what would happen if she took one of my tiny infant testicles between those same strong fingers and gave it the same treatment.

“There’s my little one, all set for his ba-ba before he goes beddie-bye,” Susan chuckled.

The sound of Susan saying “One!” reverberated in my mind causing me to attempt to speak rationally. But when i tried to enunciate the sound of “One” to Susan, my physiological control over my lips, mouth and tongue disappeared. Once again, I was doomed to babble and vocalize incoherently, without anyone understanding that I had once been a fully functional man. I gurgled angrily in frustration.

Susan lifted me up off the padded changing table and into her strong arms to hold me in a protective maternal hold, “That’s my little one, now it’s time for beddie-bye.”

She carried me to the waiting crib. I continued to wiggle, but her arms enfolded me closer to her breasts. The warmth of her body soothed me unconsciously. Susan gazed down at my infantine body and began to smile as she rocked me gently in her arms as she produced my ba-ba and allowed me to fill my stomach to relieve my hunger.

“That’s right, little one, let all of the fight drain out of you. You’re just a little baby. There is no reason at all that you should fight me or your fate. You’re only a well-fed, diapered, comfortable little baby who is falling fast asleep because his eyes are so, so tired and are drooping closed. ,” Susan cooed invitingly.

I felt a motion downwards as Susan carefully laid me into the crib...

“No! It’s not MY crib! It may be a baby’s crib, but it’s not mine!”, i tried to bawl in disgust, but Susan had been right, all my resistance to her authority had been exhausted in mental conflict. As I sleepily closed my eyes I thought defiantly, “Okay, so she’s won tonight’s battle, but tomorrow is another day!”

i felt something dry and slightly sticky push against my lips. It was the latex teat of a baby bottle. my mouth opened instinctively to welcome the rubber nipple into my mouth. i pushed the nipple up against my hard palette as my tongue began a massaging motion while the muscles of my cheeks pulled in as hard as they could. my efforts were rewarded by a warm, satisfying jet of formula that slipped easily down my throat. my time-dulled sense of hunger was instantly awakened by the milk sugars in the formula, causing me to suckle like a starving baby.

As my tummy filled with the warm, nourishing formula, I became drowsy. I felt like I was floating on some baby powder scented cloud. Gradually, I became dimly aware of a growing sensation of relaxation and warmth from my nether regions. Dreamily, I realized that I had peed in my diaper. There was nothing that I could have done to stop it, so I relaxed and let the inevitable happen. During the previous week, every time I had drunk from a baby bottle, I had begun peeing within minutes. From my standpoint, the loss of bladder and bowel control was less important than the loss of my ability to speak.

While I still tried to communicate, I’d given up on controlling my lower body. It seemed natural to void myself at need in my diapers after a few weeks of wearing them twenty-four hours a day. Every time i suckled, i wet my diapers. My loss of control over my bladder and bowels had become an everyday and natural part of my life. As I sucked on the nipple, I was reminded of the ancient programmer’s rede of input/output which caused me to discover a rather odd corollary to the theory; i.e., warm formula in, equally warm pee out. It was sort of like GIGO as applied to infant nourishment. The silly thought made me grin behind the bottle’s nipple. As I continued to suckle, I noticed how pleasurable it was to relax and let my body empty itself into the steadily warming folds of soft cloth between my legs. Unconsciously, I delighted in the physical satisfaction and freedom of not having to control myself as I peed extravagantly in my diapers. “No wonder baby boys begin to pee when their diapers are changed,” I thought to myself in a flash of intellectual understanding, “Their bodies were instinctively intensifying the pleasure that their mother’s touch brought as their diapers were changed!”

When Susan heard the small splashing sound of my spurts of pee beating against the inside of my plastic-covered dydees, she patted my diapered crotch in maternal approval. i knew that she could feel the growing warmth of the diaper as my pee soaked the freshly changed diaper.

i looked up into her face to see her smiling down on me as she consoled me with the statement, “Don’t worry! I know that you think that you’ve had an accident. But you’re wrong! Babies don’t have accidents, because accidents are for older children who don’t wear diapers. You’re a baby so you’re expected to pee-pee and make poo-poos in your dydees!”

The gentle tone of Susan’s voice as well as the words she spoke sounded strangely familiar. i strained to remember when she first said something like them, then it dawned on me! Right after the first time that i had an accident in Susan’s bathroom......

& The Flashback Continues... &

“Don’t worry, Darling! Your ?accident’ wasn’t your fault. These things happen when you’re sick. I’m not upset. Let me prove it to you by allowing me to help you get all cleaned up.” Susan smiled as she knelt down beside the tub, “You just relax and I’ll get you all cleaned up in a jiffy.”

“Susan, I can really take care...” I began as I tried to sit up straight in the tub.

“You silly! I know that you’re perfectly capable of bathing yourself, but I want to help! Won’t you let me?”, Susan asked sweetly as she pushed my torso down under the water.

The sound of the bubbles popping next to my ears mimicked the destruction of hundreds of my subconscious fears and conscious foibles as I allowed her to take complete control of my bath and body. I hadn’t let a woman touch me that way since I was a toddler. I relaxed and let it happen. It felt good to let go of myself and let someone else be in charge for awhile. After a few minutes, Susan had most of the blood from the rear of my head as well as my “excreted mud” cleansed from my lower body.

“I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll give you a wash cloth!”, she said like she was offering a grave responsibility to a toddler who was demanding independence, “You can get started on cleaning yourself up and I’ll come back in a few minutes to make sure that you are alright. Okay?”

CHAPTER 28: Decision

I sank down into the bubbles as Susan handed me a washcloth.

“Remember to wash all over. If you to miss a spot, I’ll have to wash you myself!”, Susan smiled in mock threat.

“I can take care of myself, really!”, I said defensively.

“Well, we’ll see... Remember, wash all over,” Susan winked, then continued as she stood up, “Oh, and don’t fret about Nancy. I’ll take care of her.”

“What do you mean?”, I asked with some trepidation. First Susan had surprised me with her authoritarian tone, then she was making veiled threats against one of her friends. While I was a bit annoyed with the way that Nancy had treated me, I didn’t want Susan to get into any trouble with the police. What Nancy had done wasn’t worth Susan spending time behind bars just to exact some petty revenge.

“Nancy had no right to mistreat you like that. I am simple going to give her a piece of my mind. You won’t have to worry about her mistreating you in the future,” Susan said simply.

Oh!...uhh,..It sounded like you had something more...uhh...punitive in mind. I just didn’t want you to get into trouble in my behalf. It’s a free country and if you want to tell her off for abusing your guest in your house, well,... I guess that’s your business! Please, don’t let me stand...,” I looked down at my nearly supine sudsy body and revised my statement with a grin, “...or lie in your way! She might have fractured my skull, the way she pushed me down against the tile! As it is, she’s probably given me a concussion! She’s your friend and if you think you should have ?some words’ with her, then by all means, go to it! I’ll stay here and get myself cleaned up! Okay?”

After I finished my opining my feelings on the matter, I took the washcloth, lathered it with the bar of bath soap and slowly started to rub my arm with the sudsy cloth. Susan smiled and nodded, evidently agreeing with both my opinion and willingness to take care of myself while she dealt with Nancy.

“In a strange way, I really should thank Nancy,” Susan chuckled softly, “I’ve been waffling over a decision about you since I met you yesterday. I’ve been mulling it over in my mind, but I hadn’t been able to make a final decision. After what she did to you, my course is clear!”

I looked up from my washing and asked, “And what decision was that? What have you decided?”

“Well, I wanted to wait until tonight, but I guess I could ask you now,” Susan said as she stepped back to the side of the tub.

“What did you want to ask?”, I asked impatiently.

Susan sat on the toilet seat, looking down on me in the tub, then commented with a warm chuckle, “You missed a spot behind your ear.”

I must have smiled just a bit, because Susan’s smile grew wider as I lifted the washcloth behind my ear and started to rub behind it.

“Well, I know that we’ve just met, but after last night, I really felt that something special happened between us,” Susan said sincerely.

I didn’t want her to know that I couldn’t remember a thing about the previous night, so I just smiled back as I replied, “I thought so too!”

“I’m glad to hear that! Well, then perhaps you might want to consider a proposition I have for you. Oh, you missed another spot, right under your arm there,” Susan beamed back at me, pointing to my arm pit.

I didn’t know why, but although I should have felt embarrassed at Susan being there, watching over (babysitting?) me like a little kid in the tub to see that I didn’t drown, but I wasn’t embarrassed. I guess Susan just made me feel comfortable. Medically, of course, she was right to do so; If I’d had a concussion as we both thought, I could easily have passed out in the tub at any minute and have drowned in less than an inch of water. At the time, all I could think about was the embarrassing incident with the wet bed from the previous night as well as the horrendous accident I had had outside the bathroom. If she had wanted to be mean, she could have pointed out any or all of those reasons why I needed to be babysat to make fun of me. Instead, she actually seemed to care for me as well as my bruised and bewildered ego.

“What proposition?”, I asked as I lifted my arm to use the washcloth scrub the neglected area that she had brought to my attention.

“How would you like to become more than a friend?”, she asked with a sincere note in her voice.

“I do..don’t...,” I began to stammer in confusion. I had been completely caught off-guard by her offer. I thought that the offer should have been mine rather than hers. “After last night and tonight, I’d think that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me,” I said remorsefully.

“Nonsense! I understand that people have accidents. That’s not what I care about. I care about the person inside. I like what I see, and what potential you have,” Susan smiled, “Besides, I need man in my life.”

“You really mean that?”, I asked incredulously.

“Of course, otherwise I wouldn’t have said so.” Susan beamed back. “I think you and I could be just what each other needs. Think about it!”, Susan stood up and walked over to the bathroom door.

When I glanced back at Susan as she left the bathroom, her face still shone with a huge smile of feminine satisfaction. Frankly, her smile looked just like the drawings of the Chesire cat in the children’s book, “Alice in Wonderland.”

“Now finish cleaning up and I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes. Right now I have to have a long talk with Nancy,” Susan instructed maternally as she opened the bathroom door.

I could see that Martha was still standing guard next to the door.

“Martha, please make sure that no one bothers Larry while he is finishing up his trea...his bath,” Susan asked Martha. Then she turned back to me and said seriously, “Larry, Martha will make sure that no one interrupts your bath.” She stopped and smiled as she said more lightheartedly like a babysitter who was fond of her charge, “Remember to clean behind the other ear!”

“Yes, Mom!”, I replied in joking answer to her maternal solicitousness.

“I mean it! If you don’t make every attempt to bathe yourself properly, then I’ll have to give you an inspection before I let you out of the tub! If you aren’t mature enough to bathe yourself like a big boy, then I’ll bathe you like a baby!”, Susan laughed as she continued lightly, “Of course that could be fun in and of itself!”

“You’re right. That could be fun,” I quipped.

Susan closed the door, leaving me in alone in the bath.

I settled back down into the tub. The bubbles were starting to disappear. I could still hear the popping in my ears as they disappeared one by one.

Over the popping, I could hear parts of a muffled discussion outside of the bathroom door.

“Where’s Nancy?”, Susan’s voice demanded.

“She’s in the living room with the others,” answered Martha.

“I want to speak with her immediately!”, Susan said in an insistent tone.

“If I were you, I’d do more than speak to her,” Martha said guardedly.

“Do you believe I won’t?”, Susan said dangerously, “When I’m finished with her, she’ll be sorry that she ever laid eyes on Larry!”

“If it were my choice, her little butt would be more than a little sorry,” Martha replied.

“You may get your chance,” Susan said grimly.

I lifted the wash cloth to my other ear, rubbing behind it. I smiled to myself. I didn’t feel one bit sorry for Nancy. I was confident that Susan would give Nancy a proper lecture. I felt pretty confident that Nancy would not abuse me in the same fashion again.

I continued to scrub my body with the washcloth as I slipped further down into the warm embrace of the water in the tub. There was something about the suds and the warm water that made me feel as relaxed and comfortable as a toddler playing in the tub. The adult stress of the day dissolved in the tepid water as I patted the foam froth beside me like a little boy. For the first time since I was a small child, I felt content.

As I brought the wash cloth down over my stomach, I thought back to Susan’s comment of “becoming more than friends!”

Deep inside I really liked Susan. She had the right proportions, a gorgeous face as well as a smile that melted all my fears of permanent commitment to her away. Her beautiful blue eyes were enchanting. I wanted to be with her every minute of the day.

I guess it shocked me that she had asked me to be her boyfriend, rather than the other way around. But then, what did it matter, we both wanted to be with each other. I was also surprised about how lightly she had treated the “accidents” I had had in her bed. Looking back on it, I should have suspected something, but I was so overjoyed to meet a woman like her that I didn’t think about how accommodating and understanding she was. I simply reveled in the experience.

When she said, “I care about the person inside, not outside appearances. I like what I see and can see your potential!”

I silently wondered what she meant when she said, “I... can see your potential!”

I covertly massaged my pubes under the sudsy darkness of the washcloth, hoping for a physical resolution to my horniness. As I felt my penis engorge with blood and rise to the occasion, I smiled to myself and thought, “There’s the potential that she must see in me! Damn! I’m getting as hard as a rock! Now that’s potential!”.

I was suddenly startled by screams of crying from some other part of the house. I couldn’t identify the source because the sound was so muffled by the thick walnut doors of the old house. In the darkness, I heard the sharp sound of a slap against naked flesh which was quickly followed by two more slaps of an open palm against a bottom. Then I heard the muted sound of a young child crying somewhere in the house.

CHAPTER 29: Payback

As the smacking sound of a palm against a bare derriere grew louder, the crying increased in volume and intensity. It sounded like some little girl was getting the spanking of her life.

“I told you... (whack) not to.... (slap) mess around... (smack) with him!... (slap) Didn’t I?... (smack)”, I thought I heard Susan’s voice saying.

“Yes... oww!”, came the high-pitched, anguished reply.

“I warned you... (slap) once before... (whack) didn’t I?... (slap)”, said Susan.

“Yes... ouch!”, replied the little girl’s voice.

“I told you... (whack) what the... (slap) consequences would... (smack) be.... (slap)...If you did it again, didn’t I?”, Susan said severely.

“yes, but...,” the little girl’s voice answered helplessly.

“No buts... (smack)...I told you what the penalty would be and now you’re just going to have to suffer for your actions!”, Susan said firmly.

“You can’t mean it?”, the little girl’s voice pleaded.

“You were warned... (slap) now you are paying... (whack) for it... (slap)”, Susan said resolutely.

“Oww! Please give me another...,” the high-pitched voice wailed in a begging tone.

“I’ll think about it after a week. (slap) Now you have ten seconds to get yourself ready or I’ll make it two weeks,” Susan said in an authoritarian tone.

“But I was only...,” the little girl’s voice pleaded.

“Nine seconds,” Susan said dangerously.

“You can’t really mean...,” the lilting high-pitched voice asked incredulously.

“Eight seconds,” Susan said, counting down to a real spanking.

I tried to raise myself out of the bathtub, as I attempted to discern just who was talking to Susan and what the little girl had done to raise Susan’s ire in such a fashion. The voice sounded a lot like Nancy’s voice, but it was in a much higher pitch than she had spoken to me that evening. Obviously, the little girl’s voice couldn’t be Nancy’s. It sounded like the little girl was crying, but I couldn’t be quite sure. I grabbed the side of the tub to turn myself on one hip so I could raise myself higher. As I turned in the tub, I sloshed water over the side of the tub and flooded the bathroom floor. The shampoo made the surface of the porcelain tub’s side as slick as glass. My grip on the side of the tub slid free, causing me to fall back against the wall of the tub to hit my head against the tile with a loud thump. I let out a short yelp and felt myself slipping back into the water as my vision darkened once more while my skull throbbed horribly from the second blow on the already contused and torn scalp. As I resurfaced and gasped for breath, I noticed that the paddling sounds had stopped abruptly as I heard footsteps running towards the bathroom.

The bedroom door of the bathroom flung open as Susan rushed to my side.

“What happened? Are you all right, Baby?”, Susan asked with maternal concern.

I tried to sit up, but the sudsy water had made the bottom of the tub so slippery that I repeatedly slipped back underneath the water. When tried to open my mouth to talk to Susan, my mouth was immediately filled with soapy water that rushed in the minute I opened it as I slid helplessly down into the tub.

“I was... finished.” I said breathlessly as I flung my arms out to steady myself in the tub. I was temporarily blinded because the suds had gotten into my eyes, even though they were closed. My eyes stung like acid had been poured into them, making me hold them shut.

“I thought I told you to wait until I checked you when I got back?”, Susan shouted, masking her fear for my welfare with her stentorian voice.

“I was all done (cough... cough), I was just going to grab a towel to dry my...,” I protested, trying to squint through the suds surrounding my eyes to see Susan.

I felt Susan’s hand grab the hair on back of my head and pull upwards, preventing me from slipping back underwater.

“Dear, I told you I wanted to check you out to make sure that you were clean all over. You could have waited for me.” Susan said while holding me steady, “’But, you’re just like the little ones’ I take care of! Men like you never listen even when you can talk!”

I heard the bathwater swishing around me just before I felt her gently begin to rub my face with the washcloth.

When I opened my eyes, they wouldn’t focus properly. Everything looked blurred and indistinct. When I looked up at her, I could barely make out the general shape of Susan’s face.

I heard the door open as a voice that sounded like Martha’s asked, “Is everything okay in here?”

“Yes, I think so. Larry tried to get out of the tub on his own. He slipped and fell back into the bathtub,” Susan said without turning her head.

“Do you need any help?”, Martha offered.

“I think I can handle him, but since Larry will be temporarily indisposed, I think that I’ll be busy taking care of him for the rest of the evening. Could you please give my excuses to the ladies for me?” Susan asked, as she finished washing my face. “Give them my apologies and tell them we’ll continue the meeting in a few days when things are more settled.”

“Sure Dear! It’s not a problem,” Martha replied.

“Oh, and Martha...,” Susan began.

“Yes?”, Martha answered politely.

“Since I’ll be taking care of Larry, I won’t be able to look after Nancy. Obviously, she can’t take care of herself in the state that she’s in. I’d like you to take care of Nancy for me while I’m looking after Larry. Can you start tonight?”, Susan asked.

“Oh course, Dear. I was hoping for a little boy, but I’d love having a little girl to care for just the same!”, Martha smiled.

“I’ve already told Nancy that she’s to follow any order you give her. She’s waiting in the bedroom now,” Susan said as she pushed a corner of the washcloth into my ear to clean the inside as well as the outside, “You can use what I’ve already laid out.”

“Don’t worry, Dear! I know exactly what to do!”, Martha chuckled.

Susan started to wash my other ear. I tried to open my eyes, but they still were stinging from the soapy water that had splashed into them when I fell into the tub.

“I told you that I was going to make sure that you were clean,” Susan giggled.

I struggled to sit straight in the tub, finding myself pinned to the bottom of the tub by Susan’s unexpectedly strong grip on my shoulder.

“Sit still. I’m not letting you go anywhere until I check you over. Besides, I don’t like dirty little boys!”, Susan laughed as she scrubbed down my chest towards my groin.

“Hey, trust me! I cleaned down there, really I did!” I squealed in male indignation.

“I know, but I’m just making sure,” Susan chuckled as she cradled my testicles tenderly within the soft, soapy, wet folds of the small square of terrycloth, “I told you this could be fun, didn’t I?”

“Yeah!”, I smiled. I tried to sit up again, but the slippery water caught both Susan and myself off guard, and I fell back against the back of the tub to hit my head against the wall for the third time!

“OOOWWW!”, I howled in agony as everything went black.

PART THIRTY

Images raced through my mind. They went by so fast that they all seemed to be a blur. I struggle to focus on them but I can’t seem to get a clear picture. Strange images, strange shapes. I try again to focus and reach out to catch one. It’s like I am stretching my hands out.... my hand seems to touch a shape. I close my fingers around the shape and try to pull it towards me. The shape begins to take a more solid form. It’s big. It’s plastic and blue. One end seems to have a handle on it, the other a bulbous shape, tinted in a tan color. I’ve seen the object before. It seems familiar. I feel an urge to pull it closer. As I am pulling towards me, my mouth seems to open, and I move the tan bulb towards it’s opening. It seems to fit perfectly, my mouth closing on it, feeling it’s shape in my mouth. My mouth begins a gently up and down movement on the object in my mouth. I feel nothing but contentment and peace.

Suddenly my mouth is empty. The object is gone. Vanished, just as it had appeared. A throbbing pounded against the back of my head, but I soon ignored it as I drifted back into darkness.

More images flash by. Again my hand reaches out to snatch the one of the fleeing images. My fingers latch onto another solid form. As I pull it towards me I can see the shape forming. It too is plastic. It is long with a handle and a big clear bulb on the end. The are tiny shapes in the clear bulb. The tiny objects move around in the clear bulb as my hand seems to shake the handle. Again I feel content as I am watching the objects move around in the clear bulb. Then it vanishes, just as the first image had.

I think I feel anger as I grasp the thin air where the image disappeared into.

Another image forms in front of my eyes. This time I stretch both of my arms out to capture the shape. This one is bigger than the other images. As I close my hands around, I pull it towards me. It has more texture this time. It’s soft. Two big eyes stare back at me, but I don’t feel frighten. I pull the furry shape towards me, snuggling my face into its plush body. I laugh and playfully hug my teddy bear closer to me.

I don’t want this image to vanish, like the others before it. I feel so much at peace. It’s like I was young again, a little toddler who had all of his favorite things, and not a worry in the world.

I sense another feeling, besides the contentment I feel snuggling my teddy bear. This feeling is elsewhere on myself. It’s a slow growing warmth across the bottom part of my body. It grows warmer as it spread over more and more of me. I try to concentrate on the new warmth spreading across me. It’s like I am..... like I am...... The feeling is familiar, but not something I have done in a long time. It’s like I am..... am.... wet......

Suddenly I wake-up. I sit straight up. My head is still throbbing with a slight pain. I am covered in sweat.

It’s dark and I can’t quite make out where I am. I shiver as the cool night air circles around me.

I place one hand to the back of my head to rub the throbbing pain. With my other hand I try to brace myself. I felt a warm sensation on the mattress. At first I think is the sweat from my body. I begin to realize it is too warm to be sweat. It dawns on me what has happened... again. This was not a dream. I had... I had wet the bed again!

I heard a moan beside me. My head turned towards the sound.

I felt myself moan aloud.

"Larry?" the voice asked. "Are you O.K. dear?"

I recognized where I was. In Susan’s bed again. No, in Susan’s wet bed again!

I feel Susan’s hand on my shoulder.

"Larry?"

"I.... am not sure..."

"What’s the matter dear?" Susan whispered. "Another bad dream?"

"I’m not sure."

"That’s O.K. honey. I am here to comfort you." Susan continued, pulling me into her embrace.

"I am sorry... I think I.... I mean I had another...."

"Another what, dear?"

"I think I wet... your bed again." I whispered.

"Again? Oh my. I guess that bump on your head has done a little bit more harm than I thought." Susan exclaimed.

"I don’t remember what happened, all I know is that I am sitting in a puddle again." I whimpered.

"There, there, baby; that’s O.K." Susan whispered to me, cradling me in her arms. I felt her begin to rock me back and forth against her body.

"But I wet the....."

"Shush, don’t worry about it." Susan whispered. "I’m here to take care of you."

"But I we.... Oh, Susan, I am sorry, really."

"I know you are, don’t worry, it’s just a accident. You just lie back and I take care of you. O.K."

Susan gently pushes me back down on to the bed. I can feel my wetness pooling around my bottom.

"Now you just stay right there, I’ll get something to take care of that." Susan commented, getting out of the bed and exiting the room. The light in the hallway flickered on, and I watched Susan’s silhouette leave the room.

I am confused. Wet and confused.

I struggle to sit back up, but am still weak.

I spot Susan’s silhouette moving back towards the bedroom, and the hall light flickers off.

My eyes have grown accustom to the darkness of the bedroom, and I can see Susan moving back towards the bed, carrying something.

Susan leans over me, bending down to kiss me on the forehead.

"Now I want you to just relax, and let me take care of you." Susan whispered.

I feel her hands fumble with my underwear, pushing them down over my legs. Suddenly I felt my legs being lifted into the air, and the wet underwear pulled off my legs.

"There we go, that wet thing would give you any problems now." Susan whispered. "Good thing you told me about your accident. I don’t want you get a rash."

"I really are sorry about.... "

"I said don’t worry, and I mean it. Just let me take care of you."

I felt a wet cloth on my stomach, and the rubbing motion as the cloth worked its way over my groin and stiff growing member.

"My, my; we are getting excited aren’t we." Susan chuckled.

Even in the darkness I think I was blushing. I tried to move my hands down to cover myself. I was embarrassed.

My hands were pushed away, as the wash cloth continued it circular motion around my groin area.

"Now I am almost finished cleaning you up, so don’t give me any trouble." Susan whispered.

I let Susan finish her task. She continued rubbing my groin area. Then Susan pushed me gently onto my side. I felt the wash cloth continue its task. Actually I was enjoying the loving attention that Susan was giving me. I mean after all I had wet her bed. A second time. Instead on kicking me out of the house onto my butt, but here she was cleaning me up and treating me with me loving care.

I thought I heard another sound, a sound like crinkling plastic.

Susan rolled me back onto my back. I felt a padding underneath me. I looked up into Susan’s face.

"Shush. It’s a pad to protect the mattress from getting any wetter. Don’t worry." Susan whispered.

It was better that lying back in my own urine, so I didn’t give much argument at the moment.

Susan picked up my wet underwear and moved towards the bathroom. Then she returned and crawled into bed next to me.

"I really am .... "

"I said don’t worry, you just had an accident, and I understand." Susan commented, gathering me into her arms and cradling me, just like she would a little kid, or a little baby. "I am here to take care of you, so don’t worry about nothing.

Her gentle rocking of me in her arms made me feel comfortable.

"There, there, my little one. I know you had an accident, but you couldn’t help it. That’s O.K. because I am here to help you."

I felt safely enclosed in her warmth. Yes, I was comfortable, and she was protecting me. I felt safe, and she was rocking me to relaxation. It was making me very sleepy. Yes verrry sleee......

PART THIRTY-ONE

The first thing I could remember hearing was birds chirping away. I don’t remember what time it was, but it was still dark out. My eyes seemed to pry themselves open, and all I could see was darkness. The birds chirping grew louder as more of the feathered pests seem to join in the chorus. My head seems to be pounding with a slight headache. The dull poundings seem to waken me even more, making me more aware of my surroundings.

I was lying on my back, and I felt a wetness around my bottom... again!!!

"What the hell is happening!" I think to myself.

Then I remembered the events earlier. The accident outside of the bathroom. My hitting of my head in the bathtub. Nancy’s rough treatment of cleaning me up, and Susan’s wonderful technique of cleaning me up. I also remember waking up in a wet bed, and Susan’s wonderful care of cleaning me up again.

Here again I was wet.

I put my hand down, and discovered that it landed on a sort of quilted material the was soft to the touch.

As I moved slightly I thought I heard a crinkling of plastic. Then I remembered Susan’s placing of a protective pad under me. I felt the bedding underneath of the padding and me. It was slightly damp, but not soaked like the padding directly under me.

As the birds continued their ritual of singing, I felt another urge to go to the bathroom again. Carefully I pulled the cover off of me, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The plastic crinkled even more with each movement. I heard a moan from Susan.

I moved cautiously, not wanting to wake Susan any further. As my legs ended up over the side of the bed, I pushed myself off the bed. Something did not seem right. I fell a little bit before my feet felt the carpeted floor. It was like the bed was a little bit higher. Naw, it couldn’t have been. I just don’t remember the bed being that high. I reached over and tried to quietly pull the wet padding off of the bed. Carefully gathering the material so it would not drip onto the carpet, I lifted the pad off of the bed. The crinkling grew louder, and another moan from Susan could be heard.

Suddenly a light flipped on.

I was startled.

Susan sat up in bed and looked over at me. "What’s the matter?"

"Uh... I had to go the bathroom."

"So where are you going with the pad?"

"Uh... Well I thought that I didn’t need this, and that I would just throw it away in the bathroom." I muttered. "You don’t need to get up, I will be right back."

"Nonsense. I want to make sure that you are feeling O.K." Susan uttered, getting out of the bed and rushing next to me. "Here give me the pad, I’ll take care of it while you go to the bathroom."

"No... No, I can take care of...." I continued to mutter, trying to hide the pad behind me.

It was too late. Susan grabbed the gathered pad from my hands.

"Why, Larry! This is soaking wet!"

"I... I.."

"You had another accident?"

"I... I don’t know... I don’t remember having.."

"Well don’t you worry about it. Remember I told you that I don’t care. I am here to take care of you." Susan commented. "Now march yourself right into the bathroom and do what you need to do. I’ll take care of things out here."

I looked at Susan, and then decided to do as she said.

A cry came from down the hall. It was coming from the nursery.

"Oh dear, Karl must be wet too!" Susan laughed. "I’ll be right back, I’ll take care of Karl, then... I’ll take care of you!"

I walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light switch, or I thought I did. I placed my hand where I thought the light switch was supposed to be. All I felt was wall. I moved my hand down. All I felt was wall. I moved my hand up. There, I felt the switch. Flipping it on I looked at the wall. It seemed, and looked all right. I looked at the mirror, and saw myself. I looked O.K. "Just misjudged where I thought the switch was suppose to be." I thought to myself.

I wandered to the toilet, and sat down on it. Strange. Normally when I sit down on the toilet, my knees are always a little bit higher. Now they were lower.

I sat there, letting my bowls do their thing. I could hear Susan talking to Karl as she was taking care of him.

I finished, cleaned myself and flushed the toilet. Going over to the sink, I reached over to turn on the faucet. I had to reach a little bit further, or so it seemed that way. I also had to stand a little bit straighter to see myself, or any way it seemed that way.

I shut off the faucet, and reached for the towel. It too, seemed to be a little bit higher.

I finished drying myself off, and walked back towards the bedroom, turning the bathroom light off, reaching up a little higher.

I discovered Susan leaning over the bed, placing another pad on my side of the bed.

"Listen Susan, I am sorry about the accidents I have been having, but there is really no need for..."

"No need? It’s a good thing I had one under you, or I would have been soaked a second time for the night!" Susan chuckled.

"I really am sorry... "

"I know you are, and I told you not to worry." Susan quickly added. "I am just making sure that you are going to be protected."

I went over to the bed and sat down onto the pad.

Susan kissed me on the forehead. Then she put her hand to my head.

"My, you seem to be running a temperature!" Susan exclaimed. "Are you sure you are feeling O.K."

"Sure, I am fine, just a mild headache... " I started to mutter.

Susan walked out of the bedroom and down the hallway towards the nursery. Then I watched as she quickly returned carrying something in her hand. It was a white object that fit in the palm of her hand. On it I could make out some writing. On one end of the object it read "external reading," and below it read "rectal reading."

"What is that?" I asked, as Susan moved the object close to me my ear.

"It’s a thermometer, silly! Now hold still." Susan replied, pressing the object against my ear.

"A thermometer?" I asked. "Then why does it say ’rectal reading’ on it?"

"Oh, this is the newest technology in thermometers. This one can take temperatures in several ways. It’s perfect for adults and babies!" Susan muttered, pressing harder against my head. "Now hold still. You are just as restless as Karl is when I take his temperature!"

"But that doesn’t explain the ’rectal reading’" I stuttered.

"Sometimes it is easier to take a baby’s temp by putting this in his little rear. It gives a better reading of what his temperature is." Susan explained. "Do you want me to demonstrate?"

"NO!"

"Then stop moving around or I’ll apply this to you like I do to Karl!" Susan giggled.

I stopped moving around and asking questions. Susan held the ’thermometer’ against the inside of my ear for a minute, the pulled it aside, looking at the digital reading on the handle.

"Well this tells me you are running a little temperature"

"I feel fine. I just could use a aspirin..."

"You let me determine what is best for you, remember, I am looking after you. I just want you to lie back and relax here." Susan stated, pushing me back down onto the protected padding. I felt my feet being lifted and swung onto the protective padding as well.

"I’ll be right back." Susan stated, pulling the sheet over my chest.

I was in no position to argue, so I let Susan do her thing. She kissed me on the forehead again and walked towards the bathroom.

The birds were singing even louder. The darkness of the outside was starting to give way to a pale pink glow.

"What time is it?" I asked as Susan came back to my side, holding a glass of water and some pills.

"It’s only five-fifteen. Now here take this, and drink the water." Susan commented handing me the pills. "Then I want you to go back to sleep for a few more hours. Hopefully the medicine will do it’s job and you will feel better."

I took the pills and swallowed them, chasing them down with the water.

"That’s a good boy, now just lie back and go to sleep."

"O.K. Maybe some more sleep is just what I need. I have been feeling slightly strange."

"What do you mean?"

"Well.." I began to mutter sleepily, "When I went to the bathroom, the light switch and towel seemed to be a little... bit... higher."

"Nonsense."

"And when I got out of... bed... it seemed... to be... a little bit higher."

"Well that must be some knock on the head." Susan smiled, brushing the hair out of my eyes. "Well don’t worry, Mommy Susan is here to take care of you. Just the way I have taken care of Karl."

Susan’s touch was soothing to my senses, and I felt myself drifting back into slumberland.

"Yeah... that was some... bump... on my... hea..."

I didn’t hear any birds singing anymore.

PART THIRTY-TWO

i yawn, as i slowly start to wake up. i don’t want to open my eyes. i am still sleepy.

i hear loud noises. They sound like.... like...... Well, they sound like something i remember, but right now that is not important. They just sound loud.

i want to roll over on to my tummy, but that’s hard for me to do. i yawn again. This time i stretch my hands out. My eyes are still closed.

As i become more conscience of my surroundings i feel a cold dampness on my bottom. It’s not a nice feeling. It’s sticky and clammy. It’s very uncomfortable. It feels itchy down there. i move my hands down to my bottom and run them over the cotton material covering me. i can hear the rustle of plastic under the thin T-shirt type material i am encased in. As i run my hands down further on myself i can feel the swaddled material between my legs. i open my eyes slowly. i know what my problem is. My diaper is wet.

The sounds from outside are getting louder. Birdies! that’s what they are. I hear birdies. NO!!! They are not birdies. They are birds!!! My senses are coming back to me. i begin to remember where i am. i am trapped here in the body of a baby. NO!!! This is my body, but she’s done something to me. She’s changed me into what i am now!

“What am i now? i am in a diaper, in a crib, in a nursery. Only babies wear diapers, but... but... that’s what i am in... what i am? NO!!!! I AM A MAN!” the thought races through my mind.

i stretch my hands above my head, and feel the rails of the crib i am in.

“Why is she doing this to me? What does she plan to do with me?”

Suddenly i feel another sensation, this one being of a pending eruption.

i strain to clamp my rear muscles together, trying to prevent the need to poop. This time i seem to be winning the battle. i start to sweat as i am straining to contain myself, but i am able to hold it in. Good!!! "SEE, I AM A MAN, NOT A BABY! Man can control himself; babies can not. I can hold my own." i begin to sweat more as another urge struggles to escape from me. i clench my teeth and groan to hold the movement in! “I’LL SHOW HER! I AM A MA.......”

A stronger urge hits, but i struggle even harder. “This is not going to happen again! I am a Man. Not a baby! I’ll show her that she is not going to wi......”

The urge is sharper this time. I can feel the pain and the movement of poop inside of me that wants out. I grit my teeth harder. I try to squeeze my legs together, the thick and wet material between my legs prevents me from doing so. I struggle harder to keep the mass from within me in. “I AM A MAN... I AM A MAN... I AM NOT A BABY. SHE IS NOT GOING TO DO THIS TO ME!!!” i keep screaming in my mind. MAN CAN CONTROL HIMSELF, BABIES CAN NOT. I AM A MANNNNN....”

A sharp pain catches me of guard. I strain harder to hold it back. I hold my breath, hoping that this will help. The sweat is rolling down my face as i am containing my actions. i fling my arms to the side of the crib. i grab the rails, hoping that by bracing myself i can stop the movement from within. It seems to be working! “SEE, I CAN BEAT THIS! I CAN CONTROL MYSEL.....” I gasp for a quick breath when suddenly.... my rear seems to EXPLODE!!!!!

i can feel the mass between my legs expand to catch the movement escaping from my rear. i try to stop the mass, but it is stronger than me, and i give in un-relentlessly to the event. i feel my bottom push out a soft warm squishy load, pushing my diaper against my onesie. It keeps pushing out and filling my already wet diaper, slowly covering every crevice and fold in the diaper, expanding it as it try’s to find room to move. The slow moving mass keeps pushing out. i rock from side to side, trying to make room the soft squish mass. Soon my diaper is full, the soft mass moving up and around my sides of the diaper. i can feel the diaper become ever warmer as i release another stream of pee-pee into the already full and messy diaper..

i lay there panting. i am drained of energy. The sheet beneath me is wet from my perspiration. i feel another urge from my bottom.

“NO!!!! this can’t be possible. i just went poop; i can’t possibly have to go again!!!” my mind screams

i try once again to clench my legs together, straining to prevent emptying more poop into my already loaded bottom.

The warm sticky mass in my diapers prevents me from doing so, and i feel another soft load of poop push out into my already filled britches. i struggle to contain the mass, with no success, and my diaper fills even more. i can feel the tightness in the thick cloth pinned around me. i can feel the strain on the onesie as the diaper expands to contain my seemingly endless stream of poop escaping from me. i continue to move from side to side; the diaper keeps bloating and growing.

i am now upset. “i am a man! i am not a baby! i am not a baby! i am a... i am a...” The purging slowly stops and i can feel the warm mass cover my bottom completely. “i really am turning into a....”

i start to cry, the tears roll down my face.

“i am not a..... i can’t be a.....”

i continue to cry.

Suddenly i hear other noises. i stop my crying and try to focus on the other sounds. They are coming from down the hallway.

“Stay right here, I hear the baby crying.” i recognize the voice, it’s Susan’s. Then Susan’s tone changed.

“Tim! What have you done!”

“I don’t know, it must have happened when I was asleep.” came the reply

“Well, I understand, just wait right here, and I’ll take care of you as soon as I take care of Larry.”

“I am sorry! Listen, I’ll help clean up.”

i hear footsteps coming closer to me. Suddenly bright light fills the room, and i see Susan walking towards me.

“Oh, dear little one, are you having a bad night?” Susan asks me.

i start to let another cry escape from my lips. The sticky mess in my diaper is starting to irritate my bottom.

“Oh, I see that we have another problem, don’t we. We did a messy, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, I DID A MESSY!!! CAN’T YOU SMELL IT?” my mind screams.

Susan picks me pick, placing me over her shoulder, one hand on my back, the other on my bottom.

“There, there my little one.” Susan whispers to me. “There, there.”

I can feel the poop squish around as Susan pats my bottom.

“There, there. That’s O.K. Little babies have to do poopies, otherwise they bloat up, and mommies have to help them do their poopies.”

I start to cry harder as Susan pats my rear even more, massaging the mess in my diaper around.

“That’s O.K., let it all out!” Susan continues to whisper, patting my diapered butt.

“NO!!! I DON”T WANT TO LET IT ALL OUT!!! I AM NOT A BABY!!! I DON’T BELONG IN THIS DIAPER!” My mind screams out, but all that escapes from my mouth is another cry.

“It’s a good thing I put you into a big thick diaper!”

“NO! IT’S NOT A GOOD THING. GET ME OUT OF THIS..., GET ME OUT OF HERE..., I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!” the crying continues.

i can feel Susan’s hand patting my rear even harder.

“That’s my baby. That’s a good baby. It’s O.K. Mommy is here to take care of you!”

“Susan, where do you want me to put these?,” a voice asks from the hallway.

“I’ll take care of those in a few minutes.” Susan replied.

i focused on the voice coming closer from the hallway.

“I really am sorry, I don’t know what happened,” the voice answered back.

“Don’t worry about it.” Susan answered back. Now she started to squeeze my bottom, like she was moving my mess around in my diapered read. “Those things happen. Believe me, I know.”

“But this has never happened to me!,” the voice replied back, drawing closer to us.

“Sure, that’s what all my boys say!” Susan whispered in my ear. “Why just look at you! I remember when you said the same thing about Karl!” i felt my poop being kneaded about in my diaper. “Yeah, that’s what they all say... in the beginning!”

“What did you say?,” the voice asked, growing louder

“Oh, nothing!” Susan chuckled, returning to patting my butt.

Suddenly my eyes grow big, and i stop crying.

Entering the nursery is Tim, holding a pile of sheets under one arm.

What makes me stop crying is the fact that Tim is standing there in the doorway. i have to admit, Tim has a great body. Broad shoulders and slightly hair chest. Now i can understand why Susan had him in bed. What makes me stop my crying is the vision of what Tim is wearing. He was dressed in only a pair of Boxer shorts.... and there is a big wet spot on one side of them. A wet spot that looked like... like he... like he peed in them! Tim wet his boxer shorts!

I started to cry again, only this time it was more like screaming!

PART THIRTY-THREE

The pounding in my head had not subsided. It felt like someone was taking a hammer and racking it against the side of temples.

"Come on sleepy head, time to wake up." A soft voice whispered to my conscience.

"I don’t feel well." I mumbled.

"Come on dear, you need to get up and get ready for work."

I felt a tugging at my side. I kept my eyes closed, I really wanted to go back to sleep.

"Come on Larry, it’s time for you to get up."

"I really don’t feel good." I mumbled again. I turn to roll over on my side. I felt a squishing sensations underneath me. My eyes open instantly. "I did it again!" my mind screams!

Instinctively my hand reaches down towards my backside, and I feel the very soggy pad beneath me.

I spring up to a sitting position in the bed.

"What’s the matter, dear?" Susan asks, laying a hand on my back.

"I... I... am sorry. I am afraid I had another...." I stuttered, not believing that for the third time in the same night I had wet the bed. "...accident."

"Well don’t worry about it. That’s why I put a pad underneath of you, so you won’t have to worry about it." Susan replied, patting my back. "Now why don’t you go the bathroom and get cleaned up. Don’t worry about it."

"But this is not normal for me!"

"I told you not to worry, didn’t I. Believe me, I understand." Susan spoke softly, slowly rubbing my back. "Now go get cleaned up, and don’t even think about it.

"O.K." I mutter reluctantly.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and lifted myself gingerly off the wet pad get off the bed. I pushed myself forward to step on to the floor, and I... fell off the bed!

THUMP

"Larry, are you alright?" Susan asked alarmingly.

I look up from the floor. "I think so." I reply back.

The bed is much higher. Normally I could just stand up from the bed, but not now. The bed seemed to be several inches higher. I stay seated on the floor, slightly stunned from the fall.

Suddenly Susan is by my side.

"Dear, what happened?" Susan asked, kneeling down to me.

"I... I don’t know, I fell off the bed... I think" I muttered. Now hurting on two fronts, the head and butt.

"Well, here, let me help you up." Susan commented, lifting me up under my arms.

I get to my feet with her help and stare at the bed. IT IS SEVERAL INCHES HIGHER!!! I look at Susan. My eyes can’t believe it. SUSAN IS SEVERAL INCHES TALLER!!! Before, I could look right into her eyes, now I have to look up.

I put my hand to my head, the throbbing has not subsided, in fact it has intensified.

Susan must have noted my actions.

"Larry, I want you to get back into bed. I don’t think you are any condition to go to work today. But first, stand right here."

I watch Susan as she picks up the wet padding, and proceeds towards the bathroom. I rub my head again. Damn pain won’t subside.

"I want you to get right back into bed. I’ll call your office for you and let them know that you won’t be in for work today." Susan continued, walking back into the bedroom.

I noticed that she had another pad in her arms.

"You will have to let me know who to contact for you." Susan commented, laying the pad back onto the bed.

I, for once agreed with Susan. I didn’t feel worth working. Maybe the best thing for me was to try to sleep this pain off. A few good hours of sleep might cure whatever bug I have. I turn to climb back into bed, and find that I have to crawl up onto the bed.

"Here let me help you." Susan whispers, giving me a light push upwards.

I got up onto the bed, with Susan’s help. I am about to lie down, when Susan gently pushes me onto my back.

"I am going to clean you up before you go back to sleep." Susan smiled.

I watched as Susan produced a wash cloth, and stared to rub my genitals. I have to admit that the warm cloth felt good on my skin.

"There, there. Don’t worry about anything, I am going to take real good care of you." Susan whispered, gently wiping my balls in the warm wash cloth. "You don’t have to fret about anything."

I laid back, taking in the warmth of the cloth, and Susan’s soft touch. I think I actually envied Karl of his daily treatment and care that he received from her.

"Now, Larry I want you to roll over, so I can get your backside."

I rolled over on to my stomach, and felt the cloth run over my rear.

"That’s a good boy." Susan whispered.

Then I felt a new sensation. It was like light fluffy stuff. I was about to turn over to see what was happening, when I felt Susan’s hands start to rub my rear. I suddenly caught the scent of stuff she was putting on me. It smelled like... like...

"I don’t want you to get a rash, so I am protecting your backside with a little powder." Susan commented, noting my head turning towards her.

"Baby powder?" I asked.

"Yes, my dear, Baby powder is perfect for help provide protection from wetness." Susan commented. "You should ask Karl, he loves the feeling of baby powder."

"Yeah, but that’s because he’s a baby!" I replied.

"So, it works well for us too!" Susan laughed, rubbing the soft powder into my backside.

I have to admit, I loved her touch on me.

"Now you just rest here, and I’ll be back after a little while." Susan whispered, giving me a little pat on my rear.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the throbbing in my temples.

"That’s a good boy, just go back to sleep. Mommy’s is here to take care of you." Susan whispered.

PART THIRTY-FOUR

I don’t know how long I was out.

The throbbing in my head was still there, but not as strong as I remembered earlier.

As I opened my eyes, I noticed that the room was dark. “Dark? The last thing I remember the sun was coming up!” My thoughts struggled to remember.

I tried to sit up, but I was very weak for some reason, so I sank back onto the bed.

As I lay there, I tried to recall my last thoughts. I remembered waking up and discovering that I had had another ?accident,’ and that I fell out of bed. I remembered Susan cleaning me up, and spreading baby powder all over me. “Baby Powder! Boy the way I have been acting, I guess she thinks I am a ?baby.’" I think to myself.

Quickly I moved my hands down to my bottom. I felt the padding underneath of me. I remembered that Susan had placed this under me before I went to sleep. Good thing. I did not want to think that I was ruining her mattress with these ?accidents.’ It was dry. I could hear the crinkling of the protective backing as I rubbed my hand around, making sure that I indeed had not had another ?accident.’ “Whew! Dry.” I thought with relief. I didn’t have another wetting accident.

I looked around the darkened room. I could see out the window, and could make out a few stars peeking though the clouds.

“I wonder how long I slept?”

Suddenly the door opened, letting bright light into the room, spilling onto the bed.

“OHHHH. I am sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you!” The strange voice said.

I quickly drew the blanket back over myself.

“Susan is in the other room with the other mothers, and asked if I could just check-up on you, and make sure that you are okay.” The woman exclaimed. “I am Martha, do you remember?”

I thought for a second. “A, yeah, I think I remember. You were here last night with the other ladies.” I stammered.

“You mean week ago.” Martha replied back.

“A week ago!?!”

“You stay here, I will let Susan know that you are awake.” Martha said, closing the door behind her.

“Susan, Larry is awake.” I heard Martha call down the hall.

“What did she mean a ?week ago’?” I think to myself.

The thought could not be answered right now, cause the open opened again, and this time I recognized the figure in the doorway. It was Susan.

“Larry, am I glad to see you are awake!” Susan smiled, walking over to me. “How are you feeling?”

“I am fine. What did Martha mean by saying she was here a week....” I stammered.

“Don’t worry about that right now.” Susan shushed me.

I watched as she sat on the bed next to me. She looked strange, but I could not quite make it out yet as to what.

“How are you feeling?” The question came again.

“I am fine, I still have a slight headache. I don’t know what the problem is, but I still feel a little weak.” I replied back.

Susan put her hand against my forehead.

“You still have a slight fever. The doctor said it would pass soon.” Susan produced a thermometer, and pushed it into my mouth.

“What doctor?” I tried to say, slightly muffled because of the object in my mouth currently.

“Now baby, just settle down, and don’t worry about it.” Susan cooed, brushing my head. “You are fine now, and that’s all I am concerned about.”

I tired to say something, but Susan’s holding of the thermometer in my mouth, prevented me from saying anything for the next minute or so.

Susan then removed the thermometer, and held it up.

“Susan, how long was I asleep?”

Susan did not answer right away.

“Would you please give me an answer?” I asked again

Susan looked at me, and then started to put her arms around me.

“Larry, you have been very sick. You had me worried, but I think you are on the road to recovery now.” Susan started.

“How long?”

“You have been sleeping for 6 days.” Susan answered. “I have been taking care of you here, and the doctor has checked in on you, and recommend that you stay put. So I have been taking care of you the entire time.”

“6 Days!!!!”

“Shush. Don’t get yourself excited.” Susan started to enfold me into her arms. I snuggled right in. Then it hit me. Susan was a lot bigger.

“What’s happening to me!!!” I cried out.

“Darling, everything is fine, don’t worry, I am right here for you!” Susan stated, starting to rock me in her embrace. “The doctor said that we would look into the other problem as soon as you were well enough.”

“What do you mean?”

Susan stopped rocking me. I felt her pull away, and then turn away.

“What do you mean?” I asked again.

I watched as Susan turned on the lamp next to the bed. I closed my eyes, as the light seemed to be very harsh. As I slowly opened them, I began to see what the problem was.

Somehow, some way, I had shrunk! I was 5’7”, now I had to be half that size!

“What the hel.....”

“I told there was another problem.” Susan tried to comfort me. “The doctor is going to help you out, but first we had to get rid of this fever.”

“But why am I shrinking????” I stammered.

“Shush. Don’t you worry. I am here to take care of you, so don’t fret about anything!!!” Susan whispered, taking my shivering body back into her arms, drawing me back into her bosom.

I was frighten, but being in Susan’s arms right now felt right. It felt good.

“There, that’s better. You don’t worry about anything, because I will be right here for you.” Susan whispered softly.

“I was out for almost a week?”

“Yes you were dear, but I took care of you, see, so you don’t have anything to worry about.” Susan replied back.

“But a week? What about my job? How am I going to be able to go to work? How am I going to be able to drive? How....”

“I told you not to worry, you just rest here. I will call the doctor, and let her know that we will visit her tomorrow. She wants to give you a complete examination.” Susan replied back, cutting me off from my thoughts. “Right now I want you not to worry about anything.”

I let out a shudder, and meekly agreed. There was not much I could do right now.

“There, that’s better. Everything will be okay.” Susan smiled at me, brushing my head again. “Now I bet you are hungry, aren’t you?”

I looked back into Susan’s eyes. I nodded. I was feeling a little hungry.

“Well, I want you to stay right here, and I will fix you something to eat.” Susan pulled away from me.

“I got to go to the bathroom.” I blurted out.

“Well you know where it is.” Susan said, pointing towards the bathroom.

I pulled the covers off me, and moved towards the edge of the bed. I shivered slightly, realizing that I did not have any clothing on at all. I looked at the edge of the bed. I would have to slide down slightly, cause the bed seemed to be so high off the floor.

“Are you going to be able to make it okay?” Susan asked, trying not to make me feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I think so. I was feeling a little dizzy, but I think I am okay.” I stammered.

“Well if you need any help, please just ask me, okay?”

“Okay.”

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed.

“I’ll see what I can find for you to wear.” Susan commented.

I slowing started to slide myself off the bed, and onto the floor. I felt my legs touch the floor. “Whew” I thought to myself. “I made it.”

Then it happened.

It was as if my legs were jelly. They simple gave out on me, and I collapsed to the floor. I guess I was still kind of weak.

“Larry!!!! Are you OKAY?” Susan exclaimed, bending over me, and grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me up.

“I am sorry, I thought I was okay. I guess not.” I stuttered back.

“I told you to let me help you. Now let’s get you to the bathroom.” Susan commented, helping me to my feet, and guiding me towards the bathroom.

I accepted her help into the bathroom, and up onto the toilet.

“When you are done, let me know, and I will help you back to bed.” Susan remarked. “In the meantime, I am going to change the bedding, and finding you some clothing.” With that, Susan left me alone in the bathroom, and walked back into the bedroom.

I sat on the toilet, and looked around. Everything looked higher, and out of reach.

“Susan, do you need any help?” A voice waffled through.

“No Martha, I have everything handled here. Tell the ladies I will be out there in a bit.” Susan answered back.

“Will do. Holler if you need anything.”

“Wait a minute. Martha, could you bring a sandwich and a glass of milk in here for Larry?”

“Sure thing dear, I’ll be back in a minute.” Martha replied.

“Larry?” Susan called out. “Martha is going to make a sandwich for you, that’s okay, isn’t it?”

“Sure.” I replied back, as I felt a large turd push itself out of my bowels and into the toilet.

“Good, I want to get some food into your tummy. You have been drinking liquids, but I know that you need some food in you.”

Funny. If I had been out for 6 days, how could I have had any liquids? As I thought this, my eyes drifted towards the sink and the counter. I spotted Karl’s baby bottle on the counter. It still had a little milk in the bottom of it.. It looked a lot larger now. It had Wily Coyote on it, and it looked like it had the Road Runner on it too, only they looked different, like they were babies, complete with diapers!

I remembered something else too. I hadn’t heard anything from the nursery. I remembered that Karl was always very noisy. Babies always are. But right now I did not hear anything from his direction.

I finished doing my duty on the toilet, and cleaned myself up. I flushed the toilet, and started towards the bedroom, but for some reason, I headed towards the door that opened into the nursery instead.

I opened the door and peered in.

The room was dimly lit. I could see everything clearly. The crib was empty.

I closed the door, and walked back into the bathroom. Susan was in there, picking up the baby bottle.

“Sorry dear, did you get lost?” Susan asked inquisitively.

“No.” I muttered, half shocked, half startled by hearing Susan’s voice behind me.

“I thought I would check in on Karl, to see if he was okay.” I stuttered.

“Oh, Karl is not here anymore.” Susan replied back.

“Where is he?”

“While you were sleeping, my sister came back and took him back. She has everything all setup now, and was able to take him back.” Susan said softly. “He’s been gone for three days now. I actually miss him.”

“Gone for three days?” I thought to myself. “But that bottle still had some milk in it.”

“Are you all done?” Susan asked. “I think I was able to find some clothing. It may be a little tight on you. It was the closest thing I could find for your size, but at least it will keep you warm.” Susan took my hand, and led me back into the bedroom.

“There, you stand there, and let me see how this is going to fit on you.” Susan commented, taking me back to the bed.

I looked at the clothing she had lain out. I think my eyes must have bugged out of my eyes. Lain out on the bed was a two-piece blue fleece, pajama with feet. It looked like a little toddler’s pajama set, only bigger, as if it was made for a pre-teen.

Susan picked up the garment, and held it up to me.

“Well this looks like it will fit you!” Susan exclaimed.

“Wait a minute, you don’t expect me to wear that!” I started to protest.

“But dear, this is the only thing I have around here that will fit you.” Susan stated, pressing the garment against me. “And we can’t have you get sick again? Can we?”

“But that is a kid’s p........”

“Don’t worry, dear. No one is going to see you in it.” Susan whispered, slipping the garment behind me. “Here, let me help you into this, and get you back to bed.”

Susan lifted the material over my head, and then pushed it down on top of it. I moved my head, and then suddenly my head reappeared through the top of the pajama top.

I felt Susan guide me left arm into the sleeve of the sleeper. It felt very fuzzy inside. Fuzzy and warm. I marveled at the sensation. Then I felt Susan maneuver my right arm into the other sleeve. The cloth of the sleeper felt very good against my skin. Susan then pulled the rest of the top down over my chest.

“Okay dear, I need you to sit on the edge of the bed.” Susan stated, lifting me up and pushing me back onto the bed.

I was surprised at how comfortable the pajama top felt on me, and that it fit very well.

“Okay, now for the bottom part.” Susan comment, starting to slip my feet into the bottom part of the pajamas.

“But Susan, do I have to wear these, they are so childish...” I stammered.

“Actually, I think you look kind of cute in them!” Susan smiled.

“But do I have to wear these. I mean, they have feet on them!”

“That’s to help keep you warm. Now I am not going to take any arguments. Feet up!” Susan said commandingly. Then she pushed me onto my back on the bed.

For some stupid reason, I obeyed. I lifted my legs up, and I felt the fuzzy material slid down my leg, with my feet resting into the footed material. Susan slid the material up over my rear.

“Ummm. The pajamas seem to fit every where, except around the waist. They seem to be a little loose there. But that should do for right now.” Susan commented.

The door to the bedroom opened and Martha entered, carrying a tray with a sandwich and a big glass of milk.

“Here you go young man! Just the thing for an empty stomach!”

I quickly tried to get under the covers.

Martha just chuckled. “Those look cute on you!”

“Martha, stop teasing Larry, he’s nervous enough as it is.” Susan smiled back. “I’ll take that.”

“Are you going to join us?” Martha asked, looking at Susan.

“I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”

“I’ll let you two be then. See you in a few!” Martha smiled, handing the tray to Susan, and then exiting, closing the door behind her.

“Okay, my darling. I want you to eat this sandwich and then drink all of your milk.” Susan chuckled, setting the tray down on the stand next to the bed. “I’ll be in the living room, in case you need anything.”

“But I do not want to anyone to see me like this!” I shouted.

“Stay in here, and no one will bother you then. I promise.” Susan said quickly, trying to calm me down. “Just eat your sandwich and drink your milk. Then if you are sleepy, just go back to sleep. I’ll look in on you later, okay sweetie?”

“Okay.” I stammered back.

“Good boy!” Susan commented, standing up.

With that, Susan leaned over and kissed me on my head.

“I am glad you are feeling better. Tomorrow I will take you to the doctor, and we’ll see what we can do about your current condition. Okay?”

“Okay, but wh...”

“You don’t worry about anything, just eat, and drink your milk. I’ll check on you later.” Susan said in a motherly tone.

“Okay.”

“Good boy.”

Susan then walked to the bedroom door. “Eat up.”

I looked at the sandwich. When I turned back to Susan, the door was closing, leaving me all alone in the bedroom.

“Boy, I feel like a kid!” I thought to myself.

Heck, right now I even looked like one!

I really was not hungry. So I drank the cold milk, and settled back on to the bed.

“How the hell did this happen?” I continued to think to myself.

“What happene......”

My eyes closed, and let the safe cozy confines of the pajamas draw me back into slumberland.

PART THIRTY-FIVE

I was waken up by a crying sound. It was dark in the room, but I could hear the coming from a different part of the house.

“But i don’t wanna go to......”

“I told you what was going to happen if you couldn’t control yourself!”

“But i tried, really!!!”

“I know, you tried to be a good little girl, but you still had an ?accident’.” The voice answered. “So I am going to have to put you back into proper clothing!”

“But auntie... i don’t need....”

I will decide what you need, and what you don’t. Right now, I think you need this.”

“Really, i..... (muffle)(muffle)!”

“There, you just work on that, and not another word from you. Remember I warned you that I didn’t want you to wake up Larry”

“(muffle) soorry.”

“I know you are.”

I sat up, listening to the voices. As the blanket fell off of my top, I felt it brush against the fleece material covering my upper body. I brushed my hand across the material. Then I remembered that I was wearing pajamas. I strained harder to hear the conversation, my hands moving down onto the bed. I felt a slight dampness. Suddenly my focus was not on the conversation, but on my current condition. My hands traveled to my bottom.

I was wet again!!!

“Damn it!” I muttered to myself. “What the heck is the problem with me!”

I thought for a moment as to what to do. I didn’t want attract attention, but I wanted to get out of these wet pajama bottoms. There was no light on in the bathroom, so I figured that I could go into the bathroom and change before Susan came in to check on me.

I gingerly peeled the rest of the covers off me. I swung my legs over the bed, but I didn’t feel the floor. Then I remembered my current position. For some reason I lost half my height! I was the size of a pre-teenager. I carefully lowered myself to the floor, and carefully walked across the bedroom floor towards the bathroom.

“Now that should prevent you from having another accident until I get you home.”

I recognized where the voice was coming from. It was coming from the room on the other side of the bathroom, the nursery!

If I turned on the bathroom light, it would tell whoever was in the nursery that I was up. I didn’t want that! Carefully I tip-toed into the bathroom entrance. I thought that if I kept the bathroom door open, I could see well enough to get out of the wet pajamas bottom, and wipe myself off. As I entered the bathroom, I could see light from the nursery spilling from under the opposite door. It gave me enough light to see what I was doing.

I slowly lowered the bottom pajamas off of me, stepping out of them.

“I should have known better than to take you out without dressing you properly.” The voice in the nursery commented.

“i (muffle) (muffle) don’t (muffle) them anymore (sniffle).”

“I think you do, and until you can prove so, I am going to keep you in them.”

“But auntie!”

“Not another word out of you, or I will but you down for a nap right now!”

I carefully tip-toed to the nursery door. I stopped, trying to hear more.

“But i...”

“That’s it. I warned you.”

I heard a dull pat.

“You are going to take a nap right now. March right over there!”

“wait a minute!” I thought to myself, “there is no bed in the nursery. There is only a....”

I could hear a muffled sob, and then a latch clicking.

“There, you will stay here until I come back and get you up later. If catch you out of it, you will be sorry!” the voice said.

The light that spilled into the bathroom from the nursery suddenly disappeared, and then I then heard a door close. It had to be the door to the nursery. I waited for a few minutes, to hear if there was any other movements. I couldn’t hear anything except for a whimpering sound.

I carefully turned the door knob to the nursery, and peeked into the dark room. Since my eyes had become accustomed to the dark, I could make out many of the objects in the room. I heard the whimper again, and I turned my head towards the direction of the sound. It came from the crib.

It is was a shape, that moved slightly. As the shape moved, I recognized the muffled sob, of that being of the girl’s voice I had heard earlier! She was in the crib! I looked again at her, and then noticed that, not only was she in the crib! As I steadied her, I judged her to be about my size, or just a little smaller. Her face looked vaguely familiar. As I continued to study her from my peeking spot, it was then that I noticed that she was also in a very thick diaper!

“What the hel...” I screamed to myself.

Quietly I shut the door to the nursery, and sat back down on to the toilet. I tried to reason in my mind with what I had just observed. A girl, about my current size, obviously in a diaper, and in a crib... in Karl’s crib!

There was also something else that was bugging me. The girl looked strangely familiar. She reminded me of someone I saw only a few days ago.

I thought I heard another sound. Footsteps!

Quickly I ran out of the bathroom, and made a dive for the bed. I had to jump up slightly to make it into the bed, and under the covers. I almost let out a ?Yikes’ as I realized that I was laying butt-naked on the wet underpad. I looked towards the bedroom as I heard the doorknob start to turn. Quickly I threw the covers back over me, and closed my eyes.

I heard the door open, and then a click and a flood of light cover the room. I squinted, the sudden light hurting my eyes, even though they were closed.

“Good. He is still asleep.” A voice whispered. I recognized it to be Susan’s.

“I thought I heard a noise coming from here.” I couldn’t place this voice.

“With everything that he has been through, he is really exhausted.”

“Well, let’s let him be. I have made an appointment with the Specialist for tomorrow morning. I want him full rested for the day.” Susan continued to whispered.

“I am sure everything will be okay. It was for the other one.”

“I know, but he is special. I am a little concerned at how fast things are happening.”

“Everything will be fine. Wait a minute. I need to use your bathroom.”

“My pajamas bottom!” I thought to myself! “I left them in the bathroom!”

“Close the door behind you, I don’t want to wake Larry.”

“No problem.”

I listened as a set of footsteps walked into the bathroom. Then I felt a weight on the bed, and a hand brush the blanket covering my body.

“Dear Larry, you are going to be all right. I am going to help you through this.” The voice whispered. It was Susan.

I moaned a little, pretending to move in my sleep.

I heard the toilet flush, and the bathroom door open

“Okay, let’s get back to the ladies!” The voice said.

“Yes, let’s do.” I heard Susan answer, patting my blanket covered bottom. I froze. I hoped that she wouldn’t uncover me and discover my condition. Then the extra weight on bed left.

I heard a click, and the light went out. Then I heard the door close.

I waited a few minutes, listening for the footsteps to retreat from the door. They did.

I opened my eyes, and let them adjust to the darkness.

I was alone.

“Whew. Maybe she didn’t notice the pajama on the floor!” I thought to myself. “I better get them before Susan discovers them.”

Making sure that I didn’t hear anything else, I quietly threw back the blankets, and slid off the bed. I quickly went to the bathroom.

I scanned the bathroom floor.

“I thought I had put them right here!” I said to myself, going to the spot where I thought I had stepped out of them.

They were not there! After searching all over the floor, I knew I was in trouble. The pajamas bottoms were gone!

I retreated back to the bed. Climbing back in to bed, I began to wonder what was going to happen next. The clammy bedpad beneath him was beginning to become uncomfortable. So I settled down off the pad.

looking around. I saw the half finished glass of milk, and reached for it.

It was luke-warm, but I gulped the contents down anyway.

I yawned, putting the glass back, and recovering myself back up with the blankets.

“Shit, what am I going to say to her when she see me without the bottoms on.” I yawned again.

Then I fell back into the darkness of sleep.

PART THIRTY-SIX

It was a gentle shaking of my body that woke me up.

“Come on sleepy head!” The voice said. “Time for us to get up!”

I let out a big yawn, and raised my hands to stretch.

“I have to get you over to the Clinic before 9:00 AM, so let’s wake you up.” Susan’s voice commented, her hand still shaking me.

“Clinic? What do you mean?” I asked, still yawning. I started to stretch my entire body under the cover of blankets. Suddenly I froze. I bolted up, suddenly remembering what happened last night. It was then that I realized that I was not butt-naked. My hands instinctively felt my bottom side. The pad I was on was not wet. “That’s a relief” I thought to myself. “But wha....”

“You are scheduled to see the doctor at 9:00 AM, and it’s 8:10 right now!” Susan said, a little firmer. “I still have to figure out what you are going to wear.”

“Ahhhh, okay, just give me a few minutes, and I’ll be up.” As I stretched, my feet felt fabric rub against them, and it wasn’t the blankets or the sheets. It was like my feet were in..... “NO!” I silent said. “I didn’t have anything on down there.... What happened?”

“Are you listening to me? Get up!” Susan said, this time a little bit more firmer.

“Uuuuuh, sure, I’ll be right up.” I stuttered.

“No! You get up right now, while I find something for you to wear. I don’t think you will be able to walk in your old clothes, they are way to big for you. I don’t want you tripping.” Susan remarked, leaving me, and heading out of the bedroom.

“Okay, okay, I’m up.”

I waited for Susan to leave the room. Then I started to pull the blanket off of me.

“What the h......!” I screamed to myself, trying not to attract attention.

I was wearing another pair of pajamas bottoms.

“Funny,” I thought to myself. “I am surprised that she didn’t say anything about this. And why didn’t I notice them being placed back onto me?”

“Well, I think these will fit you for now.” Susan stated, walking back into the bedroom. “Aren’t you up yet, You can jump into the shower, while I fix something for you to eat, but you only have a few minutes. Do you feel okay enough to do that. Do you need help?”

“Uuuuh, no, I feel fine. I can manage.” I muttered, still trying to figure out how I ended up back in the pajama’s bottoms.

“Good, just lay the pajama’s there on the bed when you are finished. I’ll be in the kitchen.” Susan commented, dumping a pile of clothes on the bed. “Put these on when you are ready.” With that Susan walked back out of the bedroom.

I slipped off the bed. and trotted over to the bathroom. I looked up into the mirror. I still couldn’t believe that I was about half my normal size. I didn’t feel real frightened thought, and I think in part it was because of the way Susan was treating me. She was looking out for me. For some strange reason, I felt comfortable with that.

I reached up the turn on the faucet. Then it struck me. “Wait a minute!”

I looked towards the door that led into Karl’s nursery. Carefully I walked over, and very slowly opened the door.

Bright sunlight was streaming into the nursery. Everything was quiet. I looked at the crib. It was empty. “It wasn’t that way last night!” I thought to myself. “I know that I saw someone in that crib.”

“How are you doing Larry?” Susan’s voice echoed through the hallway.

“Yeah, I am fine.” I shouted back. I closed the door to the nursery and went back to the running faucet.

I splashed some water on my face. It felt good.

I looked at the shower, and decided to jump in for a quick wash. I shimmed out of the pajama bottoms, leaving them on the floor, and pulled the top part of the pajama up and over my head. Looking at the pile on the floor, I remembered what Susan said, so I picked up the pajamas and walked into the bedroom, depositing them onto the bed. Then I ran back into the bathroom, and jumped into the shower.

I turned on the faucet to the shower, and let the warm water run over my body. Water got in my eyes, and I squinted, trying to shut the water out. I reached out for the soap, but couldn’t find it. My hands did light on a bottle thought, and I instinctively picked it up.

“Well at least I can shampoo my hair.” I thought.

I squeezed some of the contents of the bottle into my hands, and put the bottle back. I proceeded to smear the lotion all over my head, and then worked my way down over my body, and groin area.

The lotion felt good, and my body seem to tingle all over.

“Well at least I’ll be clean all over!”

I finished rinsing off, and turned off the faucet.

“Well, are you almost done?” A voice asked.

I almost jumped out of my skin!!! Susan say my reactions, and just smiled. She was hold a big soft towel wide open, and started to encircle it around me.

“We are running behind schedule, and I’ve got to get you to the Clinic.” Susan started, starting to pat me dry.

“I was just...”

“I know, but I told you we have to hurry, and you are taking too much time. So I thought I would help you along here!” Susan smiled. “Besides I like looking at my man!”

I tried to suppress a smile, but couldn’t and Susan saw it, and pulled me closer to her.

“You could have at least told me that you were in here.” I managed to let out.

“And spoil a chance at see you in all your glory!” Susan laughed.

“What glory, look at me! I am half the size of what I suppose to be!” I muttered, lowering my head.

“That’s why I am taking you to the Clinic. We want to find out what has happened.” Susan replied, taking her finger, and putting it under my chin, lifting my face back up. “I love you, and I told you that I am here for you. You are special to me, and I care for you.”

“Yeah but....”

“Don’t you remember I told you that I could make you feel real good?”

“Yeah but...”

“I don’t care about your size. I care about you. You have made me feel so special!” Susan said softly, continuing to rub me dry. Her hands were working on my lower stomach, and moved down to my crotch, resting there for a moment.

I couldn’t help but get aroused by her actions, and I know she noticed, for her actions started to rub in a circular motion. “At least there is nothing wrong in that department” I thought myself.

“I can see that you agree with me!” Susan chuckled, as we both looked down at my swelling member. “But we don’t have time for this right now, maybe when we get back!”

Susan pulled the towel away from me, and took my hands, leading me back to the bedroom and the bed.

“Now I don’t know if these will fit you, but try them on.” Susan said pointing to the clothes on the bed.

I looked at the cloths, seeing a pair of jeans, and a pull-over shirt.

“Wait a minute, what about my underwear?”

“Oh dear, I didn’t think about that.” Susan said.

“Where are my shorts, I just slip those on.” I asked.

“But they are going to be too big for you, they won’t stay up on you, i think.” Susan said.

“At least they will give me a little protection.” I responded.

Susan looked at me, and then shook her head. “Okay, but I don’t think they will work.”

Susan walked over to the dresser, and pulled out my BVD shorts, holding them up.

“Here you go. Don’t get lost in them!” Susan chuckled, handing them to me.

I took the underwear, and stepped into them. I proceeded to pull them up. Now, I normally wear a size 38 waist. These were big on me, in fact they were big enough, that they wouldn’t even stay on me properly, and started to slide down the minute I took my hands off of them.

Susan tried to suppress a giggle. But wasn’t doing to well.

I pulled the underwear back up again, trying to hold them in place with one hand, and grabbing the jeans with another.

“Here, I think I have a solution.” Susan said, trying to contain her giggling. “You hold your underwear up, and I’ll help you into your pants!”

I couldn’t think of a better plan, so I agreed.

Susan held the pants, and I stepped into them. Then She proceeded to pull them up onto me. I just stood there, holding the underwear so they wouldn’t fall again.

“Where did you get the pants and shirt?” I asked, as Susan finished pulling the pants up, and buttoning them up.

“Oh, they were some old clothes that I had around. I guess I never tossed them out.”

“Oh.” I said, wondering why she would have clothes this size around in the first place.

Susan saw my puzzlement, as she checked the pants on me.

“There, they seem to fit pretty good. You shouldn’t have too much of a problem with the underwear, except for the bunching of the material around your crotch.” Susan said smiling, then adding, “Remember, I take care of kids, to help supplement my income. Some of the kids are mentally disabled. I have taken care of kids that were fourteen, but were only mentally developed as 6 years olds.” Susan continued.

“I didn’t know that.” I said. “Lucky for them, I can at least get out of here, looking half-way normal.”

I could feel how the underwear did seem to wad itself all in one place.

“Now get the shirt on.” Susan smiled, giving me a pat on my butt.

“Where are my shoes?”

“Shoes are by the bed.” Susan pointed out.

I pulled the shirt over my head, and pushed my arms through the sleeves. I felt the shirt being pulled down, and then felt the shirt being tucked into the pants. As my head popped through the head opening, I was greeted by Susan’s great smile.

“There, you are just about ready.”

I look for my sock, which were by my shoes. As I pulled the socks on, they were slightly baggy, and didn’t want to stay up on my calves. I didn’t mention anything to Susan. Then I sat down to put my shoes on. One problem. My feet went into them okay, with one minor problem. They seemed to be two sizes to big. “Shit!” I mumbled under my breath.

“Any problems?”

“Uuuuuh. No, everything is fine.” I quickly answered.

“Good, let’s get going.” Susan said, turning to exit the bedroom.

“But what about breakfast?”

“It’s too late for that. We have only fifteen minutes to get to your appointment!” Susan commented. “Let’s go!”

“Darn!” I muttered. My stomach grumbles a little. I was hungry.

I started to follow Susan. Clopping in my shoes, which were definitely too big.

Susan was in the kitchen. She watched as I entered the room.

“Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yeah, I just wish I something in my stomach.” I replied.

“Well, why don’t you drink a glass of milk. Maybe that will help settle your stomach for right now.” Susan commented, handing me a big glass of cold milk.

I took the milk and drank it all down.

“My, you were thirsty.” Susan laughed.

I looked at her, puzzled.

“You have a mustache now!” She commented, taking the glass back from me.

I took my hand and wipe my mouth with the back of it.

“Good, let’s go.”

I followed Susan out of the house.

She opened the door to the car, and I climbed in.

As I sat down in the seat, I looked out. It was strange. I guess I was use to seeing things at a much higher level.

Susan closed my door, and the walked around to enter the driver’s side, and put the key in the ignition.

“Don’t forget to buckle up.” Susan commented, closing the door.

I pulled the seat-belt over my should and across my lap, as I heard the car come to life.

“We’ll make it just in time.” Susan smiled. “Then we’ll see the doctor, and maybe they can tell us what the problem is.”

“I know what the problem is!” I muttered. “I shrunk somehow.”

“You know what though?” Susan asked, looking at me and smiling.

“What?”

“I still love you anyway!”

With that, Susan turned her attention to driving. Off we headed to an appointment that Susan had made for me. An appointment at a Clinic, with a doctor I didn’t know, but who would hopefully have a answer as to what the heck has happened to me.

I wasn’t paying much attention to where we were going, but I did notice one thing. We weren’t heading into town. We were heading out into the country.

to be continued.....

SWAH

LarrBear

 

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