Malice Aforethought

Chapter 11
Final Descent

The contractions have finally stopped and my penis is shrinking back to its normal size. Warm white goo coats my tummy again and this time it is mine, sprayed in hot bands across there as the head of my penis slipped out of the top of my nappy in mid-orgasm. But now it’s over. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

“My goodness, that was an amazing creamy little one!” a woman’s voice declares, capturing my attention. She pats my sticky tummy and feels the front of my underoos again. “I think this nappy is pretty sticky now honey, would you like it off?” she asks.

It does feel warm and sticky and it would be nice to have a free pee-pee. I nod my head. “Off mummy,” I agree.

She smiles. Mummy has a beautiful smile. It makes me feel nice all over. She slips her fingers along the sides of the nappy, ripping open the sides and slipping it off me. My pee-pee is soft now, drooping between my thighs. It feels nice having it all free and airy. I wonder why I even had undies on since none of my brothers do. I can see all of them playing nakey-bum right now.

“Am nakey mummy,” I tell her with a grin. It feels silly just to say it, I like saying silly stuff.

Mummy giggles. “You sure are baby. My you seem to be in a good mood now. And you should be, with a tummy full of warm mummy milk and covered in your own creamies.”

Mummy’s talking but I don’t really listen to her words. There are too many of them. I just like the tone of her voice and her happy face. They make me smile while she cleans off my tummy and then lets me feed from her booby. There’s nothing more wonderful than being attached to mummy. I feel warm and perfect as I feed. I want it to last forever but it doesn’t. Mummy pulls the booby out of my mouth after a couple minutes and I feel empty without it.

“Wan’ nummies!” I insisted, touching her boobies.

“No more sweetie, I’m sorry. Come on baby, it’s okay,” she cooed and her words did calm me a bit. Just being in her arms is calming. The feeling of her skin on mine, her hair brushing across my face, it’s intoxicating. Then she reached down and tickled the bottoms of my feet to distract me. It worked, that felt amazing and made me all giggly. I grabbed my feets away from mummy. I like my feets. My toes are all wiggly and I decide to taste them. I have to stretch but I can put them in my mouth. Now I don’t feel as empty, I feel calmer and happier. Mummy makes a yucky face and I giggled round my toes, I love funny faces! I love my Mummy!

**

“Yes I know it’s been four days!” Elly yelled into her phone, exasperated. “I really don’t give a shit about your tight schedule. You know I always deliver results. You want it done fast or done right? Ja, that’s what I thought. I expect payment by 5PM, then and only then will I go to the drop spot,” she snapped, hanging up.

Her contact wasn’t happy that it had been four days since she’d informed him the last boy had broken and she hadn’t delivered yet. But what did he know? She was the woman with the flawless track record, he was just a fucking middle-man, a glorified delivery boy.

Calming down Elly put the phone back into its cradle and walked to the window to make sure the boys were okay. Timmy and Eric were back in the sandbox and Benny was swinging from the low branch of their only sizable tree. He wasn’t more than a few inches off the ground so she wasn’t too concerned. She looked around for Aiden, spotting him off by himself near the wall. The tall young man was naked as always. He’d taken to that part of the programming very well in the end. His body was already noticeably more tanned from his hours spent nude in the yard. His hair was a bit wild, he’d probably been doing somersaults again, and his hands, knees and feet were filthy, probably from digging around in the bushes. The feral man-boy seemed to be perpetually filthy since his final regression.

As Elly watched, Aiden squatted down at the edge of the bushes lining the wall and she worried he might be about to poop again. He’d done that in the grass twice yesterday alone. But no he was feeling at something in the bushes. After a moment he emerged holding a big blue blanket. Elly squinted, unsure when that had been put out there. She’d never even seen it before. It seemed a mystery to Aiden as well. He stood up, looking curiously at the blanket. Then he slipped a few fingers into his mouth to chew on and brought the soft blanky to his cheek, rubbing it soothingly against himself. Elly chuckled and got on with her work.

She’d been worried about Aiden since he’d finally given in. He’d taken a bit longer than expected and his final regression had been anything but certain. She’d run into men like him only a couple times before, where it seemed possible they might resist the final trigger. For a moment she’d seen that defiance in his eyes and she knew he could have fought it off. But then, just like the others, she’d watched him choose to let go. She’d watched him breathe out in relaxation, consciously giving in. And then his eyes glazed over and his face slackened as the programming took effect and just like that all that intellect and thoughtful decision-making ability was completely gone. It was always amazing to watch them choose to slip under its effects in these rare cases.

But even after she’d watched Aiden’s eyes go dull and innocent, after he’d smiled and giggled as she stripped him nude and even after he’d gleefully nibbled on his own dirty toes she worried that a spark could remain. So she kept him under her watch twice as long as usual. And this afternoon it was time for a final test, to be sure nothing remained of his adult mind. If he passed this one, it was time to make the drop. A ring of the gate buzzer let her know it was time to begin the test.

**

Aiden let Elly lead him by the hand back into the house. His eyes had to adjust to the lack of bright sunlight at first, but then he saw the visitor his mummy had brought him to see. A tall black woman was standing in the kitchen. She was wearing a full police uniform complete with bullet-proof vest and handgun.

“Sweetie this police officer came by because she found a car parked across the street that’s registered to a missing person,” Elly told him. “She was wondering if you know anything about that.”

The black police woman nodded at Elly and then gave Aiden a comforting smile. “That’s right dear. Can you tell me anything about that car? Do you know who it belongs to?”

Aiden looked at Elly with wide, innocent eyes, then back at the police woman. Scrunching his bare toes on the tile floor he pointed at her and declared, “Po-eese man!”

The officer smiled warmly and chuckled. “Close dear. I’m a police woman,” she corrected.

Aiden blinked in confusion. “Po-eese!” he repeated loudly.

“That’s right honey,” Elly agreed. “She is the police. And is there anything at all that you want to say to her?”

Aiden gazed at Elly and the stranger again, and then his hand drifted down to his dangling penis and he began to play with it idly. Both women sniggered at his innocent play, noting the pee-pee stayed flaccid.

“Perhaps I should talk to him in private?” the police officer suggested.

Elly nodded. “Yes, that’s fine. You can take him in the living room.”

The officer extended her hand. “Come along Aiden,” she directed.

Aiden frowned and began sucking his thumb, stepping behind Elly as though that would actually hide him. “Now Aiden, it’s okay,” Elly urged. “Go with the nice woman. Mummy will be right out here.”

“Don’ wanna,” he mumbled around his thumb, just loud enough for Elly to make it out.

“Be a good boy and you can have some nummy milk from mummy later,” she promised.

Aiden’s frown was gone instantly.

“That sound okay?”

With a definitive nod Aiden stepped towards the police woman and let her take his hand, leading him into the living room, where she sat on the couch. She noted that Aiden automatically dropped down to his bottom on the carpet at her feet rather than sitting beside her.

“So Aiden, how old are you honey?” she asked, now that Elly was gone and unable to influence his answers.

The nude twenty-something man blinked in thought, then held up a hand with two fingers showing.

“Are you two years old sweetie?”

He nodded seriously.

“Are you sure about that? You aren’t any bigger than two?”

Aiden looked utterly confused. He pouted then held out the hand with two fingers again.

“Okay, so you’re two. And what’s your name?”

“Ay-den!” he declared, emphasising both syllables.

“And who was that other woman in the kitchen?”

“Das mummy,” he announced, smiling at knowing the answer to so many questions.

“And what letter is this,” she asked, holding up a big card with a letter ‘A’ displayed prominently on it.

Aiden stared blankly at the card, jaw slack.

“I’ll give you a clue honey. It’s the letter your name begins with Aiden.”

Aiden’s eyes remained blank and he reached out for the card with both hands. The police officer let him take it, watching as he felt it over with his hands, eyeing it curiously, then jamming the corner into his mouth and gnawing at it.

“Oh honey, that’s not for chewing,” she chided gently as he continued mouthing the card. “My goodness sweetie, you’re quite slow even for a two year old aren’t you?”

As Aiden said nothing and seemed to take no offense she assumed his vocabulary was too small to even understand when he was being mocked. She took the card back from him, carefully wiping off the slobber. Then she gave him a smile and asked, “Aiden, were you ever a grown-up? Did you drive here in that car out front? And did Elly in there reduce you to a slobbering idiot?”

If she’d asked those questions before his final big squirt Aiden would have eagerly volunteered all the dirt he had on Elly. But when he let the trigger work, when he opened his mind to the programming it had taken all those memories, all those worries away and some police woman asking questions couldn’t just switch it back on. The young man’s slack expression was unchanged by her queries. Lacking the tactile comfort of the card to chew on Aiden grabbed his right foot and slipped the big toe back into his mouth, slurping the dusty brown soil of the yard off it as the police woman watched. Despite his lack of a verbal response she clearly had the answer she needed.

“He’s as ready as he’ll ever be,” she told Elly, walking back into the kitchen.

Elly looked relieved. “Not even a flicker?”

She shook her head. “He’s munching his toes out there right now.”

“He does love those things,” she said with a laugh, pulling out a roll of hundred rand notes and handing it to the police officer. “Thanks for your help.”

“Always happy to be of service,” the officer assured, pocketing the cash. “You just make sure you get the boys down to Jonathan’s tonight. They’re not too happy being kept waiting.”

Elly took the warning seriously. “I’ll have them there. I’ve never missed a delivery yet.”

“I know, I know,” the woman assured her. “Just remember who you’re dealing with. You don’t want to be fucking with Nigerians.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Elly told her. “You’ll take care of the car?” she followed up.

“What car?” the police woman asked with a sly grin, walking out of the kitchen.