Off the Rails and Into the Woods – Ch. 14 (Tier 2+)

"Yeah, I know, right? But with Will not being up for work anymore, it's actually a great solution. They've given him leave indefinitely, you know. And now that my boss has told me I can keep on working here remotely, well…"

Hannah's faint voice filtered into the darkened little room, but to the prone and unthinking Will within, the lilting syllables sounded merely like so much meaningless noise. Whoh-whoh-wuh-whoh, wuh-whoh-whohwhoh. He blinked sleepily in place: blue eyes fluttering open, then closed, then open once more in a dreamy stare. The now-familiar ceiling appeared through the unfocused haze, dim and faint in the dying light of the grey, chilly November afternoon. Perhaps in some far-off past he might have sat up – called for Hannah – shuffled out to ask what on earth she was talking about…

But no longer. He was Baby Will now: the unthinking victim of Hannah's well-meaning ministrations. Sure, his mind had struggled – fought back – attempted to preserve its sanity. But in the end, under the combined assault of her medications and herbs and repeated hypnotic trainings… well, it had veered wildly off the rails and crashed, pell-mell, down into mind-numbing regression.

Which, fortunately enough for him, meant that he didn't even realize it.

Nor was Will aware of the sight he made, lying there in his little crib-like bed. The wrist and ankle cuffs that had once kept him in place were long gone now – for he no longer knew or cared enough to struggle. He simply lay there, wrapped like a living mummy in the white cotton sheets that Hannah now used to swaddle him. Beneath the restricting bondage of the swaddling he lay, naked save for the double-layered, now-bloated and messy disposable diaper that swelled around his bum and between his fat-wrinkled legs. And beneath that…

Well, there was his stiff, aching erection: throbbing once more within its seductively warm and moist confines. For months of aphrodisiacs and repeated training through masturbation had completely reprogrammed his system. Hannah's baby-husband no longer orgasmed like a normal young man – oh, no. Now it was the mere brush of her hand against his diapered cock… a thrust of a buzzing wand into the seat of his well-padded and well-soiled diaper… the sight and sensation of his Mommy-wife's milky breasts… All these things could and did send him helplessly spurting once more into his pampers in a way that would once have mortified him beyond all measure.

But that was all beside the point. Now he simply blinked… stared… blinked once more. The murmur of Hannah's voice died away now, and he stirred fitfully in the silence. Muh… muh. Muh-muh…

He blinked again, a random thread of music now tinkling softly and unbidden through his memory as if to fill the void left by Hannah's voice. Duh DUH… duh, duh DUH duh… He didn't recognize it anymore. He couldn't have even said – assuming his mouth had been empty of its giant, wordlessly satisfying pacifier – whether it was even music. It was just a string of sounds now: sounds and meaningless syllables mindlessly repeated within his vacant brain.

I'mmm… thuh mannn… inn thuh bohxxx…

Bur-ried in… my shittt…

But even as his brain warbled out these nonsensical syllables, a new sound reached his ears: the rumble of an approaching truck. Huh. Room-room. Vroom. Rrrr… His brain echoed it still even after it had rattled down into silence. Room-room. Vrrr… Trrr… Truck. Truuuccckkk… On and on it warbled, even as a distant thud sounded, followed by the engine revving once more, then rising and falling as if in some strange, futile struggle of spinning tires. Then came the thud of the door and the high, muffled voice of Hannah blending with the deeper voice of some distant other person…

It was the last sound that did it: a deep, manly voice breaking through his hypnotic, drugged haze at last. Puh… person. Man. Someone. Help. Some…one, help. Need… help!

Out slipped the pacifier at last, tumbling free from his open and drool-caked mouth. Blink went his eyes, and blink again in sudden, rising perplexity. And then… in the only form of communication his brain could muster, it came at last: a loud, quavering, hoarse cry of wordless distress.

It was the desperate cry of an adult man turned infant… wailing desperately for someone to come save him. Or maybe… maybe just for his Mommy. For not even Will himself, lying there bawling in his brain-fogged stupor, could have said exactly what he was crying for.

***

"Oh, sweetie… you're awake! There, there, don't cry, darling. You're okay! Mommy's here now. Mommy's gonna take care of you…"

And she was. Will blinked tearfully up into the smiling, sympathetic face that now bent over him, his tear-blurred eyes taking in the long hair and exposed cleavage and sweetly condescending smile of the woman he knew so well. Muh… mee… "Shh, it's okay," she soothed, her hands busily tugging the swaddling loose from around his limp limbs. "Mommy's right here. She was just out getting her wittle Will-Will an extra big shipment of dipies! 'Cause you're such a good, leaky little diaper baby for me, aren't you? Aren't you?!"

An inane, hiccuping giggle rose to Will's throat as Hannah bent close and planted a warm kiss on the tip of his nose. Muh-muh, his brain repeated as the sticky, drooly giggle escaped his mouth. And out from his mouth it finally came: "Muh-muh…"

"That's right, sweetie: Muh-muh!" Hannah giggled, and now she was unabashedly and easily tugging down her nut-brown, organic cotton jumper, allowing her massive and milk-swollen breasts to burst free. "Now, baby, I can smell you're messy! But it's not messy pants making you upset, are they? No… we'd better take care of that hungry tummy first!"

And down she settled once more: just as she had done for all these past months. Will's well-trained brain took over now, his mouth opening like that of a hungry bird as Hannah drew him onto her lap and lowered one milk-tipped teat between his wide-parted lips. And even as he latched on and began hungrily suckling, she was pulling out the familiar wand… turning the switch to ON… and burying the now-buzzing head deep into the visibly soiled bulk between his legs.

Of course he came barely a minute later: his mewling gurgles and mindlessly flailing limbs the only visible sign of the climax that was sending another feeble spurt of cum into his already loaded diaper. But Hannah merely giggled, and pulled him closer, silencing his sticky moans of pleasure with the gagging, mouth-filling bulk of her leaking tit. "Good baby," she cooed… and Will merely blinked back at her through the familiar orgasmic haze, sensing instinctively her loving approval of what he'd just done.

So it was only a good half-hour later – after the man-baby had drunk his fill, the occasional loud and milky burp erupting from his sticky lips, that Hannah sighed and bent to plant another kiss on his upturned forehead. "Now, then, honey," she murmured softly, her hands playing teasingly over the already stiffening front of his diaper once more. "Let's get you into the bath with Mommy, shall we?"

It was simply how they bathed now. She'd read about it online, of course: how skin-to-skin contact was so natural, so beneficial, so mystically energizing and healing to the energy flows within. And so she stripped shamelessly down, then half-led and half-dragged the limp Will out to the hall and down to the little bathroom, his swollen diaper sagging and squishing all along the way. It was the only time he visited this room now, of course. He hadn't once used its porcelain throne since arriving back from that ill-fated trip that had spelled the end of his career – and adult life.

Off came his filthy diaper at last. Over and over Hannah rubbed the warm washclothes, industriously wiping away the day's pungent mess. Then into the gently steaming water she tugged him, cradling his gently lolling head between her pendulous breasts, cooing and soothing him every step of the way…

Until at last they settled back: a beautiful woman and her overgrown baby boy, awash in the cleansing water, their naked bodies slipping and pressing against one another with all the shameless intimacy of lovers.

"It's so nice here with Mommy, huh?" Hannah breathed gently, her lips mere inches from Will's ear. "It's so scary out there, you know? So dirty… so dangerous and germy… so many nasty people who will try to take you away from me…" She heaved a little sigh, and the water rippled in mute response. For his part, Will was still caught in a soft haze of mild confusion. True, here in the bath he was feeling more awake than usual. But even so it was hard to follow Mommy's words… to think of his own words, let alone voice them. And so…

Well, he merely let out a soft, meaningless little moan of acquiescence before Hannah went on. "It was scary, this evening, wasn't it? I bet you heard that big, noisy truck, huh? Of course you did – aww,  that must be why you were crying! But listen…"

And now her hands were twining around him, slipping down to caress his semi-flaccid penis beneath the water. "You don't really want to go out there ever again… do you? Isn't it so much nicer to stay here with Mommy? She takes care of everything for you now. She feeds you… and dresses you… and sings you to sleep… and changes all your messy, icky diapers…"

Will was nodding dumbly along, caught in the soft spell of her words. Of course she did. Of course she was right. She did do all that. She fed him such yummy things. She made him feel so good. She was so nice to him…

"Mee…" he began hesitantly, and now his hands were fidgeting and flailing with the effort it took to find even these simple words. "Mee… stay… Muh-mee…"

"Aww, you wanna stay with me? You don't wanna go away with anyone? With that nasty, noisy truck and that loud man?" He was already shaking his head in denial. Of course he didn't! Why would he ever want to leave? This was so nice- Muh-muh was so nice-

"Not even with any of those nasty, ugly women who tried to steal my little baby away?"

No, no- no, of course not! Will's mouth was drooling again, his legs now joining in as he labored to articulate himself. "Nuh! Nuh, Muh-mee," he babbled, letting out a plaintive moan of delight as Hannah squeezed his stiffening cock under the surface. "Mee- me stay! Me- me wuh… wuh…"

And then a magical word, long buried in somewhere in his adult mind, tumbled out at last. "Mee… me wuvvv Muh-mee!"

"Oh, sweetheart…"

He was splashing a bit too loudly, perhaps, to catch the little break of tearful joy in Hannah's voice. But the tightening of her strong arms around him, and the impulsive press of her curvaceous body against his, and the sudden flurry of kisses she bestowed on his tangled head of hair…

Well, they each spoke volumes – just as much as the soft, delighted murmur of her response. "Oh, baby… I love you too. So very, very much."

By the time they had finished – by the time she had drained the tub and toweled them both off and bundled the loose-limbed Will into his fresh, extra-bulky night-weight diapers and locking sleeper – he had already forgotten it all. All he knew was that he was tired again – that Mommy was bringing him his nite-nite bottle – that the familiar, soporific haze came creeping up into his brain like nighttime fog after only a few eager slurps at the giant nipple.

Muh-muh… Muh… muh…

"Muh-muh's here, honey," came the whispered response from above him, and if he'd been able to crack open even one heavy eyelid, he would have found himself staring up into the mesmerizing sight of Hannah's green-eyed gaze, full of fierce love and ardent devotion. "Muh-muh will always be here, baby…"

"…Always."

But to that, Baby Will made no response. He was already asleep.

THE END