Simon’s Much Needed Regression (part 2)

(Part 1) Simon called out, panicked. “Brenda!” he said, his voice tinged with desperation. “Something’s wrong! I can’t think straight!”
Brenda appeared at the doorway, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “What’s the matter, Simon? Having trouble keeping up?”
Simon clutched his head, his thoughts racing incoherently. “I… I don’t understand. Why am I losing my mind?”
Brenda smiled sweetly, her voice almost maternal. “Oh, Simon. Didn’t I tell you? The diaper does more than just hold in accidents. It also has a special effect on your brain.”
Simon’s eyes widened in horror. “You mean… you planned this?”
Brenda shrugged nonchalantly. “Let’s just say I wanted to teach you a lesson. Now, why don’t you sit down and relax? It’ll be easier on you that way.”
Simon stumbled to the nearest chair, collapsing into it with a sigh. His thoughts were becoming increasingly muddled, his ability to reason fading fast. He stared at Brenda, his eyes filled with confusion and fear.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Brenda knelt beside him, her expression softening. “Because, Simon, sometimes people must be reminded of their place. And right now, you need to learn humility.”
Simon’s head drooped, his resistance crumbling under the weight of his mental decline. He felt himself slipping further into a childlike state, his thoughts and actions becoming simpler. Brenda’s words echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of his helplessness.
As the afternoon wore on, Simon’s demeanor changed dramatically. His speech became more infantile, and his actions became more naive. He babbled nonsense, his once sharp mind reduced to that of a toddler. Brenda watched him closely, her heart aching with pity and satisfaction.
By nightfall, Simon was barely an echo of his former self. He sat on the living room floor, clutching a plush toy tightly, some of his new toys scattered around him. His eyes were wide and innocent, devoid of the cunning and intellect that once defined him. Brenda approached him cautiously, her expression conflicted.
“Simon,” she whispered, kneeling beside him. “Do you understand what’s happening to you?”
Simon looked up at her, his eyes vacant and trusting. “Mammy… hungry…”
Brenda’s heart ached at the sound of his childish plea. She gently stroked his hair, her voice soft and soothing. “Shh, it’s okay. Let’s get you some food, alright?”
Simon nodded eagerly, his dependency on her growing with each passing moment. Brenda led him to the kitchen, her mind racing with thoughts of what the future held for them. She knew that Simon would never be the same again, his mental regression irreversible.
As they sat together, eating a simple meal, Brenda couldn’t help but wonder if this outcome was what she desired. This wasn’t something she could start on a whim and abandon when she pleased; any baby was a full-time responsibility. She glanced at Simon. His face lit up with childlike joy as he devoured his food. Brenda knew she wouldn’t regret this.
“Simon,” she said softly, gently touching his shoulder. “You know, from now on, you’ll always stay with me so I can care for you. Do you really understand?”
Simon looked up at her, his eyes wide and trusting. “Yes, Mommy.”
As the night fell, Brenda tucked Simon into his new crib, his once towering presence now reduced to that of a small child. She kissed his forehead, her voice a tender whisper.
“Sleep tight, Simon. Have nothing but sweet dreams.”
And that’s precisely what he did, nodding off quickly to the soft sounds coming from his mobile.

Mommy Brenda

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