The Return to Innocence

Chapter 5
Chapter 5

The Return to Innocence - Part 5

by BBoy

Margaret had seen enough. She confiscated the oversized clothes leaving Jeff sitting in the middle of the living room wearing only a shirt and a pair of training pants with a large wet stain in the front and back. “Mary and Michael you are charge of Jeffery. He is to remain in the living room until I’m finished, is that clear?”

Margaret turned and asked Susan to follow her up stairs leaving Jeff under the care of his two youngest kids. For the first time Margaret had crossed the line and sided with the children, making them responsible for their former father. To Jeff this was a terrible insult, that his own kids were considered more responsible than he was!

Jeff wanted to find out what was going on upstairs however Michael wouldn’t let him anywhere near the doorway. He was a jumble of emotion that moved between curiosity and fear of the unknown. One minute Jeff tried to get past Michael, the next he wanted to cry. Every time Jeff tried to leave he was hoisted up and dumped in the middle of the room. “Your not gong any where squirt.” Jeff felt like he had hit the lowest point in his life. Now his 10 year-old son was babysitting him while his little accident was visible the entire time.

Michael was thoroughly enjoying the new ?official’ control he now had over his father. No longer did the son have to obey to every command from the father. For a 12 year old, this newfound power was thrilling and he was living it up to the fullest. It was Michael’s turn to give the orders.

For Jeff it couldn’t get any worse than this. He wanted to cry.

It seemed like an eternity before Margaret finally returned to the living room. Walking in she went straight over to her husband. Jeff immediately stood up thankful for her return. However he was a little taken back when Margaret walked right up to him and put out her hand. It was obvious she wanted Jeff to clasp her hand, but was a little tentative by the odd gesture. When he did raise a hand, Margaret grabbed it, turned and walked away with Jeff in tow. Jeff was being led away like a child, past Michael and towards the stairs. One hand grasping Margaret and the other holding up his loose, wet underwear.

Jeff was somewhat happy for Margaret’s hand leading up the stairs, his legs were much shorter now and climbing the stairs was a bit difficult. Suddenly Susan came running around the corner, down the stairs, past Jeff and Margaret, grabbed her purse and headed out the door. Charging past, Jeff cowered momentarily behind Margaret hugging her leg like it was an area of safe hiding. Margaret looked down at her charge, gave a motherly smile and continued up the stairs. “I told you things were gong to change if you didn’t stop regressing. I never thought we would need to do this but it’s for your own good.” With that Margaret pushed open the door to Mary’s room.

Jeff stood in the doorway his mouth wide open in a state of shock. The beds were gone. In its place was Mary’s old crib and changing table. “You can’t be serious, I’m not going to sleep in a crib and use a changing table like a baby.” Margaret calmly discussed the issue with Jeff, until Susan came running into the house and up to Mary’s bedroom (now Jeff’s nursery) carrying two large shopping bags.

“Here you go everything you asked for to take care of Dad, errr I mean Jeffery.” With Susan’s entrance, the discussion was ended and Jeff was lifted onto the change table. “Does Susan have to watch?” Jeff protested, however Margaret didn’t listen. “Susan stays because I’m not always going to be around to change your diaper.” Jeff already knew the answer but had to try anyways. “Besides this is good experience if she wants to find a job babysitting.”

“Does this mean I am going to get money if I have to babysit Jeffery?” Susan asked hoping for a payday.

For Jeff it was another humiliating experience. “What do you mean I have to be babysat? I’m 40 not 4. This is ridiculous.”

Margaret looked down with a sympathetic smile on her face. “Actually Honey you’re not 4 but more like 2. You know as well as I, you are going to need help taking care of yourself. You can’t reach the fridge shelves, get into your new bed or even take a bath with out help.” Jeff was going to refute her points, but the glare from a woman who had already made up her mind convinced him to move his stare to the ground.

Jeff stood beside table in his dirty training pants, as Margaret went over all the products and procedures with their daughter. It took about five minutes as she showed Susan where the diapers, baby powder and other products were kept. It was a long five minutes, however it gave Jeff time to adjust to his new surroundings. Everything in the room was huge and he was truly dwarfed by all the furniture in the room. Even the rocking chair in the corner would take a great effort to scale. Looking up at the crib he could see a stuffed animal between the bars. On the backboard a painting depicted a bunny rabbit wearing overalls that bulged around the waist, obviously it to wore a large diaper that would relate to the occupant of the crib. Jeff shuddered at the thought of waking up to that image everyday. “How could I have been so stupid to have picked a crib like that for our kids?” After looking around the room he returned his attention towards the women who were busy organizing the contents of the changing table. The table was rather high, at least by a 3 year-old’s standards and was amazed by how much stuff was kept on the shelf below.

Finally the women stopped and looked down at Jeff. He was feeling very small right now. Susan easily hoisted him to the table with out trouble and he sat there in his wet training pants that were cold and uncomfortable. The women continued their conversation, again the topic was about him but he was not included in the discussion. He listened intently and cringed when another baby product was removed from the bag. “I’m not going to be needing any diaper rash lotion, cause I can still use the toilet.”

The two women looked at each other and smiled. “Okay sweetie but lets just put it down here just in case.”

Finally the dreaded moment had arrived. His first diaper change began.

The two women removed his shirt and told him to lie back on the pad. They lifted his feet easily and removed his dirty underwear. Jeff looked up at the ceiling, closed his eyes as the cold wipe caressed his bottom. He shuddered at the chill and knew he would never get used to the wipe down. Margaret pulled out the baby powder and proceeded to smooth it all over his bottom and around the crotch. This was surprisingly comforting to Jeff and he closed his eyes. The boy relaxed with the smell of baby powder, it was a nice homey scent that reminded him of the times he had changed his kid’s diapers.

As he daydreamed the next step brought him back to reality with the popping sound from a jar. “No! not the Vaseline. Pleeeeease!” Jeff whined and started to squirm.

“Now settle down and stop moving, I’d expect this behavior out of a 2 year old but not an adult.” Margaret noted. Jeff continued to resist but it was no use, Margaret grabbed him by the feet, lifted him up, took two fingers of Vaseline and spread it between his butt cheeks. Jeff was surprised, having two fingers running between his cheeks was actually pleasurable and barely noticed the thick layer of protection left behind. Finally his diaper was slid underneath and pulled up between his legs, tugged snug and taped shut. “There we go all done, he shouldn’t have any leaks now.” Jeff could only lie there and thump his legs on the table impotently from embarrassment and frustration.

Finally Jeff was lowered to the floor. Before even taking a step he cringed at the underwear he was encased in. The diaper was huge and covered his entire waste. Worse was the bulk between his legs, which created a slight gate as he waddled around the room. As he inspected the new room, Jeff immediately noticed it had been baby-proofed. All breakable items and anything small enough to be put in his mouth had been removed even the electrical outlets were covered over. Jeff walked out into the hallway and gazed wide-eyed around at the massive stairs that seemed scary from the shear drop to next floor.

“Where do you think your going mister?” Margaret grabbed Jeff from behind and rested him on her chest. “Susan, never let Jeffery out of you sight up here. The stairs are too big for a little man and he might fall down. I’ll have to find the baby gates and place them around the house. Right now let’s take him downstairs and introduce your new brother to the family.”

“Brother? I’m their father and could I get something to wear? At least a t-shirt and something to cover up my diaper.” Jeff whined just like any toddler. “Sorry honey but I have to unpack all of Michael’s baby clothing, along with the kids toys, highchair and other items. I’ll see what I can find however it will all need washing first.” With that Jeff was taken downstairs and stood on the floor in front of Susan, Michael and Mary. Jeff was still embarrassed that he was being displayed in almost nothing but knew that there was little he could do but try and get used to his new status. Wearing only a diaper happened a fair amount at his age.

“Mary and Michael, you have to play nice with your new baby brother. You also have to watch out for him and make sure he doesn’t get hurt. Remember he is a lot smaller and can’t get pushed around like you two normally play, you have to be gentle.” Margaret instructed.

“I have a new baby brother! Yipee! Can I change his diaper?” Mary screamed with excitement and Margaret giggled “No honey, leave that job to Susan or myself. However if he has an accident you should tell us right away.”

Jeff could only lower his head, stared at the ground and quietly listened to the discussion. For the second time today, the discussion was about him but he was ignored. Jeff saw a trend developing. Margaret was setting the rules for how he would be treated and cared for. “If you are watching Jeffery you can not let him out of your sight, if you have to leave him alone put him in the playpen or put the baby gates up. And remember you to are in charge of Jeffery, not the other way around.” Jeff was about to protest when Margaret cut him off, “And another rule, from now on Jeffery gets a nap every afternoon. Is that understood?” Jeff just stood there and nodded his head ?yes’ in defeat. There was no way to stop this from happening. He was trapped and frankly, he realized he needed the help. “Alright then, Susan and I have to finish getting the nursery together.” Michael jumped up and offered to help, leaving Mary to watch over her new baby brother.

Mary was very happy to play with her new younger brother, “Let’s go play with my dollies” Jeff shook his head No. “Let’s go play on the swings” Jeff shook his head again, Mary getting a little frustrated inquired what he wanted to do. “Watch the news on TV.” Mary giggled “Babies don’t watch the news. You need to be more like a baby.” Jeff found the statement amusing. “And how do I become more like a baby? I’m already shorter than you and in diapers.”

- to be continued