Malice Aforethought

Chapter 17
Human Nature

Three Year Later

The line for New Zealand customs was longer than usual, snaking its way back and forth several times before backing up practically into the duty free area. I bided my time thumbing through the news on my smartphone. The Daily Sun, well known for its graphic coverage of Joburg crime, had exactly what I was looking for. The headline screamed “Human Traffickers Captured in Hillbrow.” I read on, keen to see how much had been discovered.

Police confirm that six suspects have been taken alive following an hour-long shoot-out that turned the streets of Hillbrow red with blood yet again. Ring-leader of the alleged human traffickers, Jonathan Ajanlekoko, a 38-year old Nigerian immigrant, is now confirmed to have been killed in the shoot-out. Police spokesman Jan Terreblanche said it was regrettable that bloodshed was unavoidable but it is a good thing that this violent gang is off the streets.

I couldn’t help but smile as I finished reading the updated news article. No, they wouldn’t be finding the anonymous tipster, at least not in South Africa anyway. I’d been very careful not to leave any evidence of my involvement with the scheme. It did make me sad to know that it was all over now, but I’d had no choice. I’d always known it was just a matter of time before Klerk and his handlers decided I was either too expensive or too threatening to their own power and turned on me. The only surprise was how long it took for that day to come. As a result I’d had three years to plan my escape.

There was only one more twist in the line when a hand yanking hard on my own pulled me back into the real world.

“Hold your horses sweetie,” I said quietly to the young woman, keeping a firm grip on her hand.

Elly didn’t like waiting in the long line. At first the plane trip had been a great adventure for her, but by now it had become long and boring. Her attention span was short and her mind too simple to understand even the children’s movies on the flight. It was a small miracle that she’d made it this far without throwing a tantrum.

Even though it had been years I still recalled the day of Elly’s regression like it had just happened. It was a defining moment in both our lives. I’d been right about the secret desires lying within her mind. That was the only way to explain how quickly she’d succumbed. Watching her lie there on her stretcher as the paralytic wore off, her eyes glazed over and peaceful; it was better than with Steven or John. Once her straps had been released she’d taken the dildo I’d offered her and put it to good use. I watched thrust it in and out, deep and hard until she achieved a tremendous orgasm. Her back had arched off the stretcher as she moaned loudly in ecstasy, her eyes completely rolled back. When it was done her eyes had opened again and I could see the emptiness in them, the complete innocence. She was more beautiful than she’d ever been before.

By the time we’d arrived at the compound Elly was ready to join the others in the nursery. At first I’d been happy to leave her there, creeping around the carpeted floor bare naked on her hands and knees. Eric and Benny had been brought there too and seemed to enjoy having their mummy reduced to a little playmate for them. But the feeling of power that I got from watching her play with them, watching her eat boogers off the finger Eric offered her, tinkling all over the carpet and then getting taped into a thick nappy, it just made me so horny I knew I couldn’t let it end so quickly. So I’d made a new deal with Klerk and rather than being sold off with the others, Elly had come home with me.

She’d proved useful in a number of ways. Her neighbours believed I was her caretaker, watching over her after she was brain-damaged in that terrible car accident. Potential clients could be lured to a visit by the chance to play with such a beautiful adult baby girl, topless in her nice thick, well-used nappy. They found her acting so incredibly convincing!

Something else happened though, something I hadn’t expected. As the months passed by I actually began to have feelings for Elly. The day to day routine of caring for her slowly erased the hatred I’d felt towards the woman who had nearly destroyed me. I’d had my revenge on her and now I was left with this helpless, pretty young woman who depended on me for her every need. She was very open with her affection, always wanting cuddles and kisses. It was impossible to hold a grudge against someone who showed such unconditional love for me, such complete trust. Any trace of her nasty old personality was long gone and to my shock I found myself falling in love with her, not as a boyfriend of course, but as a daddy.

After a year or so of caring for her I realised I’d completely forgiven Elly for the way she’d chosen Eric and Benny as her little ones and simply passed the others on to Klerk. I understood how she’d felt about them now as I couldn’t imagine handing her over to be sent to some stranger’s home either. I even considered reversing her regression, but realised that would be pointless as she’d been regressed for far too long. Her body had made physical changes to accommodate her new lifestyle and I had no doubt the same was true of her brain. She had the mind of a small toddler and that wasn’t going to change. Instead I began revising my escape plans to include Elly in them.

The day to make good my escape had finally come. I’d made my fortune, had my fun and seen that it was time to go before the police or the gangs came for me. It had all gone according to plan, but there was still one major hurdle to clear. There was only one way to know if Elly’s fake passport would work and we were about to find out.

There were only a few people left in line in front of us and my heart-rate was picking up with every step we took closer to the front. Elly was growing more restless too, but for very different reasons.

“Ba-ba!” she chirped. “Ba-ba daddy!”

“You can have your milky ba-ba very soon baby. Just be a good girl for another minute. You’ve been very good for me and daddy is so proud,” I assured her, running a hand through her hair.

People stared of course, they always did. But I wasn’t paying them any attention and Elly was oblivious. If she ever noticed the staring it only made her smile anyway, enjoying the grown-ups’ attention. Besides, people had already been looking at us well before that exchange. Elly was wearing a short sleeveless blue dress with hot pink capris under it, ending tightly at her knees. While a bit juvenile perhaps it was nothing to draw stares. But Elly was also standing there in her bare feet, which was a bit more unusual. I had a pair of sandals for her in my backpack, in case we had trouble with any nosey airline employees who questioned her shoeless status. But Elly wouldn’t wear them unless forced to. Right at the start, in my more vengeful days, I’d decided to parade Elly about barefoot as much as possible, just as she’d done to me. Whether it was that conditioning or simply her memories of a South African childhood I don’t know, but Elly now hated shoes and refused to keep them on unless given major bribes. Her soles had toughened and she was able to toddle and run comfortably on the hottest pavement or gravel without a flicker of worry.

The bare feet certainly got a few glances, but it was the harness worn over her dress that got the most looks. The kiddie leash was tied to my wrist, just in case she saw something pretty and dashed off in the middle of the crowded airport. It wasn’t something I regularly subjected her to, but Elly didn’t seem to mind the harness. It was just a way for daddy to keep her close and protect her. Yes that got the most stares, but it was also probably what kept any airport or airline workers from commenting on her being barefoot. No one wanted to tell off the clearly ‘special’ girl or her caretaker. They stared at her feet, at the leash, at her blonde hair done up in pig-tails, but they said nothing.

“Next!” One of the customs officers waved me over to the desk. It felt like a massive distance to cross as tried to compose myself. I had to be nonchalant, relaxed in appearance, all while my heart raced.

“G’day,” I said in greeting, giving the man a smile as I placed two New Zealand passports before him.

He nodded wordlessly and took the passports. Now was the moment of truth. My passport was real, only the South African work visa stuck on the fifth page was a fake. Elly’s passport was a total fake of course, redesigned from a stolen Kiwi passport. It had been very expensive, thanks to the new biometric data that was much harder to fake. I just hoped it was worth the bucket of cash I’d paid.

The officer placed the photo pages of the passports on his scanner, glancing up at us. He took in Elly’s juvenile haircut, her slack face and innocent eyes, his gaze dropping momentarily down to the red harness straps crossing her blue dress. He returned his gaze to me and asked, “How long have you been out of the country?”

“Three years,” I replied, keeping my answers brief.

“Where have you spent most of that time?”

“South Africa.”

“What were you doing there?”

“Consulting work for an exporter,” I answered without really lying.

The man nodded and looked at Elly again, seeming uncomfortable. He quietly asked me, “Is she able to answer some questions?”

I shook my head. “I’m afraid Elly’s comprehension and language skills are very basic, since the accident,” I replied vaguely in my saddest voice.

The officer nodded and I knew he wanted more details, to ask what the accident was, how seriously she was damaged, but he was constrained by social rules. He couldn’t ask without being rude. Elly on the other hand had no such limits. She was free of inhibitions, of social rules. And she chose that moment to declare, “Done uh-ohs!”

The officer cringed and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her timing. I patted her arm softly and asked, “Did you make a tinkle sweetie?”

She nodded, grabbing her crotch through her skirt and squeezing the wet nappy underneath it. “Pee-pee naffy,” she said seriously.

Clearly flustered the customs officer put aside whatever questions he still had and quickly stamped the passports with arrival stamps, then shoved them back across the desk to me. “Welcome home,” he said brusquely, avoiding eye-contact with either of us.

“Cheers mate,” I replied, giddy with success. And with that, we were on our way.

**

There was no way I could explain my return and the sudden appearance of Elly to my friends. So we settled several hours away in the small seaside city of Tauranga. Getting established there had been trickier than just buying a house. Elly settled in easily of course. She didn’t worry about things like work and bills anymore. All she cared was that we had a sizable old farm-house with a nice private backyard for her to play in. My biggest worry was my lack of a job. It was impossible to find something that allowed me to care for Elly as I needed to. There was also the three-year gap in my work history to complicate matters. Despite making a sizable amount of money over the last three years a huge chunk of it was already gone thanks to the ridiculous real estate prices in NZ. I needed to find a way to make money again and soon.

**

Cleaning up after dinner was never the most fun part of the day. Actually pretty much any other time was better. I never bothered to clean up Elly herself. She’d get clean at bath-time before beddy-byes anyway. So while she played I wiped down the table and her booster seat, then moved onto the floor below it. Feeding Elly was never a neat affair. Tonight she’d gotten her spaghetti all over the place as usual. At least she was preoccupied with her toys for the moment. It was even trickier to clean when Elly was toddling or crawling around the kitchen pulling at my leg begging to be held, or tossing her toys this way and that. I’d found letter blocks atop the fridge, dollies in the sink on more than one occasion.

As I finished up the dishes I noticed the house was quiet, much too quiet. I went into the living room and found a pile of toys abandoned on the carpet but no sign of my big toddler. I headed around the corner down the hallway and sure enough there she was. Elly was in the corner of the front foyer. The young woman’s chin and cheeks were stained with tomato sauce, a few strands of spaghetti still stuck in her hair between her pig-tails. She was topless accept for the frilly white fairy wings tied to her back from earlier play. The only real garment she wore was a puffy white nappy.

I knew exactly what she was doing, squatting down in her favourite secret corner. She’d had a similar secret spot in the old house back in Joburg. It was where she went to do her poopies. Now there was a familiar look of concentration on her face as she strained and pushed out a load into the nappy. I could see it expanding by the second. I just waited, knowing there was no point in trying to stop what was already in motion. It took another thirty seconds and was accompanied by some rude noises, but eventually she was done. Elly smiled and stood up straight, her legs noticeably wider apart than usual as she patted at the front of her nappy playfully.

“I think someone just left daddy a present in her nappy,” I said, shaking my head.

Elly looked up and grinned mischievously. “Poopy!” she announced, poking her nappy with a grin.

“You couldn’t use your potty Elly?” I reminded her.

She shook her head, pig-tails bobbing about. “Oopsies,” she declared.

“Yes, oopsies indeed,” I agreed. I didn’t actually expect her to do anything different. She only used the potty when completely naked. When I put her in a nappy she used it out of convenience. There was no point in getting upset with her, it was my fault she didn’t have the normal adult shame one would feel over messing a nappy.

I took her hand and said, “Okay, let’s get you cleaned up baby girl.”

“Daddy cwean,” she echoed with a nod, letting me lead her back to the living room and waiting as I laid out the changing mat and nappy bag.

Elly eagerly lied down and swung her legs about as she waited. I handed her one of her dollies to distract her while I did the change. The smell was quite strong but I was very accustomed to it by now and it barely registered in my mind. Elly chewed on the dolly’s head while I opened her nappy tabs and revealed the mess she’d made. It was a big one tonight but that didn’t bother the regressed woman. She patted her bare breasts and nibbled her dolly, not a hint of shame.

I disposed of the messy nappy quickly, then got out the wipes and went to work on her filthy bottom. Elly threw her dolly across the room and grabbed her legs as I cleaned her, giggling at how it tickled.

“Silly girl likes daddy cleaning her messes doesn’t she?” I chided her.

She just giggled all the more and then pulled her feet up to either side of her head, touching them to her ears in a display of great flexibility, then grabbing just the left foot and slipping several toes into her mouth to nibble on in place of her dolly. It was hardly the first time she’d done this manoeuvre. My predictions from her regression had more than come true. Munching on her toesies was a standard nappy-change practice for her. In fact she liked to nibble on them while strapped in her car seat or sometimes just while cuddled in daddy’s lap watching cartoons as well.

Once her bottom was sufficiently cleaned I got out a fresh new nappy. Elly’s smile of oral pleasure disappeared and she scrunched up her face, releasing the slobbery toes. “No naffy!” she squawked.

“You don’t want another nice fresh nappy? Are you sure?” I asked her.

“Nakey giwl!” she yelled in reply, no concept of inside voices.

I gave her bare tummy a little tickle, making her wiggle and squeal delightfully. “So you want to be my nakey princess again tonight?”

“Pin-seff!” she echoed in her simplistic diction. “Nakey pin-seff!”

I nodded and then blew a raspberry on her exposed tummy. “Okay, but I think we better play outside a bit then, in case you’ve got some more tinkles for us.”

Elly squirmed and screeched all the more, then let me stand her up, no objections to playing naked in the backyard. After all that’s how she played out there more often than not. I wondered how long she’d been jealous of her many charges scooting about buck naked in her yard when she was in charge. It must have been an incredible thrill to walk out into the grass nakey herself. I could just recall the feelings of excitement I had when it had been my turn to experience it. Evidently the pleasant feelings aroused by nakey play didn’t abate with time.

I took Elly’s hand but she didn’t want me to lead her. She held her arms wide open, looking at me expectantly. “Up! Wan’ up!” she insisted.

I could never say no to such a request. Though she was very heavy it was worth it for the closeness. I lifted Elly onto my hip, slipping my arm under her bare bottom and letting her close her arms tightly around my neck, brushing our cheeks together. She was so soft and warm in my arms, it was delightful. She just radiated love.

“You’re daddy’s whole world right now baby,” I whispered to her, pecking a kiss on her soft cheek.

Elly chortled lightly and snuggled in even tighter.

We walked towards the back of the house but paused upon finding an unexpected sight. A young man was standing at the sliding glass door looking out at the backyard. His name was Robert and he’d arrived this afternoon, hoping for a weekend of fun. Instead he’d gotten a very special light show and had been in something of a daze ever since. I was surprised by his level of self-control though. He hadn’t so much as touched himself even after getting the full show. He’d gone to take a nap before dinner and it seemed things had progressed well after all.

Robert was wearing nothing but his undies and there was no sign of other clothing around. He was standing with his back to us, patting his hands on the glass door, looking like he wanted to leave, to get out, but never making any movement towards the door handle as though he was unable to figure out how to open the door at all.

I moved closer, carefully placing a hand on the warm skin at the centre of the man’s bare back. He twisted a bit at the touch and I could see his front-side now. The pearly-white goo was still visible, streaked across his bare tummy. His chin shined with a line of spittle as well, his face slack, features so much softer than when I’d sent him up for a nap.

“Looks like you decided to make some stickies for us after all,” I cooed to him. A nice nap was often just they needed. All alone in the comfy bed it was easy to reach down and give it a little tug. It seemed that was just what had happened with Robert.

He grinned back at me, a silly unguarded smile. They were always quite giddy and happy after their mental reductions. It was all very exciting of course, finally achieving their ultimate fantasy, even if they lost their understanding of that in the process. I’d learned it was actually very common for young men to grow new stiffies only shortly after their most important release. I could see the bulge in Robby’s undies and knew he was indeed very happy with what had just happened to his mind.

“Him pway!” Elly chirped, pointing at the young man with a grin. She always enjoyed getting a new playmate, even if it was just for a little while.

“Yes, I think he’d like that now princess,” I agreed, setting the naked young woman down on the floor. She toddled over and looked curiously at Robby. He looked back at her, his jaw slack now, eyes blank but curious.

“You want to go out and play with my little princess?” I asked him.

He slapped his hands against the glass again. “Owd!” he announced.

“That’s right, out,” I agreed, pointing at the yard. “Outside to play.”

He gave me another open-mouthed grin, wetting his chin with more drool in the process.

“Yes, you like the sound of that. But first let’s get these sticky undies off you,” I said to him, slipping my fingers into the waist-band. “Only nakey jaybirds can play in the yard.”

“Go owd!” Robby simply repeated, patting the glass as I slipped his well-used undies down to his feet and carefully slipped them off. He looked down at his penis, now completely exposed and standing up at attention, then back at me. “Nakey!” he finally chirped, breaking into a beaming grin once again.

Elly squatted down beside him and without warning reached out and poked his stiff penis, making it bob back and forth like a metronome. “Pee-pee boy!” she squealed, giggling her head off.

“Eeeh!” Robby squealed gleefully back, untroubled by the invasion of privacy, unaware of the very concept.

I patted his back. “What a lucky boy you are. You don’t miss those grown-up thoughts one little bit do you?”

He blew a raspberry in response. I unlocked the sliding door and pulled it open. Both young nudists took off toddling onto the back deck and then clambering down into the grass. I grabbed my tablet and sat down on the deck myself, enjoying the beginnings of sunset. The heat of the day was fading, the comforting hum of the cicadas a perfect complement to the red and purple sky. I watched the two adult tots play innocently in the grass while I opened my e-mail.

They were too young of mind to play together now, but they did happily play side-by-side. I watched them creep on hands and knees, enamoured by some kind of bugs, two bare bottoms bobbing about, one tanned, one still pale. Soon they’d be in the bath having a splash fight, then cuddled into bed together. Robert had been enticed to come for his weekend by the chance to see Elly creeping around bare-breasted. Now he’d get to do so much more than look. He’d get to cuddle in bed with her, bare naked himself. But he was Robby now, and all he’d do under the covers with his dream girl would be to share some cuddles and maybe poke innocently at her breasts, simply curious as to why she had them and he didn’t.

I opened up my encrypted messenger and typed out a brief memo. “Package ready. Delivery in 24 Hours.”

There was a part of me that still wondered what kind of life Robert had had. Who would miss him? Was there a girlfriend or boyfriend who would wonder where he’d gone off to? Would his parents mourn their lost son? They were questions I asked of myself every time I delivered another package to my handler. I don’t do denial. I knew what I was doing was wrong. But the cold hard truth was I needed the money and I wanted the sexual thrill of it. And damn it, I was good at it too.

Sex and money. Those are the things that make the world go round. They’re the same reason people were foolish enough to open up about their deepest secrets and fantasies to a complete stranger on the internet. It was human nature. People want to be loved and accepted for who they are. They’re willing to turn off common sense for the chance to live out a fantasy. Elly was once arrogant enough to think it was just men who could be so foolish and weak. But I knew better. It was the human condition.

A beep let me know I had a new e-mail. It was from the diaper-pals website. “You’ve got a new friend request from Kiwi_babyboy12. Would you like to accept this request?”

I smiled, because sometimes it was just too easy. They can pass all the laws they like, but it’s a losing battle. You can’t change human nature.

The tablet beeped, showing me the three words that guaranteed Elly a steady stream of new playmates.

“Friend Request Accepted.”

The End