Chapter 3: Baby Moxxie (Age 6 months)
It was the following day. Millie had put Moxxie down in his crib to sleep the night away in the early evening. He hadn't woken since his short feed the previous day. Moxxie's heavy eyelids slowly opened. He could not work out where he was. Only that he seemed to be bound tight by a blanket and trapped between short enclosed walls. He tried to move, to squirm, to wriggle. He couldn't, he was too tightly wrapped and felt so weak. He was frightened. He was small and tied up. Traumatic memories of the time he was kidnapped by Stolas flooded his mind. "Not again". He thought to himself. He went to speak, pleading with himself that he could and wasn't also gagged alongside his bounds like last time. He tried to speak, all that came out was a helpless squeak. He couldn't speak.
He began to shake, he felt tears run down his face. His eyes automatically squeezing out thick lakes of salty water. He could hear a sound of an ear-spitting and irritating squawking. Where was that sound coming from? It was coming from him! Moxxie tried to silence himself, but it was no use, he just continued to cry.
Suddenly he felt himself being lifted up and pushed against something hard, yet cushioned. "There, there sweetie." Murmured a gentle and familiar voice. It was Millie. He was going to be ok; his wife was here to help him. He could feel himself being carried, a placid hand tapping his back. He had barely noticed that his wife's hands were now the size of his back. "It's ok, it's ok, shhh…" Millie continued, soothing him, calming him down. It was working. It had worked. He was now quiet, staring up at his wife, in shock at how huge his wife now was compared to him. He still had no idea what had happened to him.
Millie quickly plopped him down in a wooden chair. He rested his hands down on a small plastic table. He stared down at his usual lean, clawed hands. They were now thick, chubby and tiny. Those were not his hands. He couldn't see his legs and feet over the plastic table before him, sealing him into the chair. He noticed the table was more like a trey. Similar to those found in schools or buffet restaurants, only this was more rounded Was he in a high chair? What was going on? He looked up at his wife, he still hadn't got used to how tall she looked, how she indefinitely towered over him. She had not grown, he had shrunk. He opened to ask, "what happened to me? Millie what's going on?" But all that came out was mindless, nonsense babble. He instantly became terrified; he felt his eyes welling up with tears once more.
Effortlessly, Millie lifted Moxxie out of the chair and once again cuddled him against her chest. "It's ok Moxxie, it's ok, you're going to be ok." She soothed him, this time rubbing his short back. She then carried him on her hip to the rocking chair and laid him in her arms forcing him to stare up at her. "I know you'll be wondering what has happened to you." She started. "Moxxie I am so sorry. It was a mistake on my behalf."
Moxxie gasped in shock.
"You see when you have hard days with your anxiety, I go to this shop to get you a substance that helps you relax. That helps you sleep. It works so well for you. It helps you. I put it in your food. I went to buy some two days ago, after you had such a bad day. But the store has a new addition of the product. A regression model. It puts the drinker back to infancy for a week. I did not notice. Moxxie, I promise the only difference between your usual bottle and this one was a small orange boarder. I didn't notice it before it was too late. Honestly Mox, I yelled at the shop owner down the phone. But it was my fault, I picked up the wrong bottle." Millie was now welling up with tears herself. "Honestly Moxxie we have been well compensated for the inconvenience and you will be back to normal in two weeks. The owner even sent Blitzo and Loona away on holiday so they wouldn't find out. Moxxie I am so sorry." Millie was now crying herself.
Moxxie reached out his chubby arm and hand to Millie's hand, but it was no use, he couldn't reach. He tried to tell Millie it was ok, that she meant well and it was just an accident, but he couldn't. Millie looked down at her husband and noticed his arm reaching out. She put her finger in his palm for Moxxie to grasp. "I promise, I'll take good care of you."
Millie then carried a now calm Moxxie back to the high chair and placed him in it. "You must be hungry; I'm just going to get your breakfast." Millie told him. She left the room and then came back with a plastic bowl and spoon and placed them on Moxxie's table. "Apple flavoured porridge, nice and warm, for your breakfast." Millie informed Moxxie as she spoon fed him every last bite.
Again, Moxxie was picked up and carried to his living room. He was seeing things in a new perspective. His basic sized household furniture looked so huge to him. "I'm going to get dressed then I'll get you some fresh air. A walk in the park and feeding some ducks. Then a special surprise. Would Moxxie like that? Of course, he would." Millie treacled to him as she carried him over to a cage like structure.
Moxxie instantly became terrified he clung to his wife's night dress and skin for dear life. He saw the playpen and had an instant flashback to his cruel parents sticking him in what they called a playpen when they had simply enough of him either playing loudly or craving attention and love from them. They used this playpen until he was six and too tall for it. Then it was replaced with the cellar until Moxxie gave up seeking love from them at age ten. The thing with the playpen was it wasn't a playpen. From his toddlerhood Moxxie knew it was a cage, an actual cage.
Moxxie began to scream and squark again, grabbing tightly on to his wife's nightdress, clearly horrified. "Moxxie, Moxxie, it's ok." Millie was once again reassuring him. "Shhh… it's ok. Calm down now. I didn't mean to scare you. Shh… There, there. Shh…Shh…Shh…" Millie was rocking him back and forth on her chest, bumping him up and down and once again tapping his back until he once again calmed down. Moxxie looked up at his wife, tears still streaming down his face, but now once again, silent. "Ok, I won't leave you in there. You poor dear. I know it's all a lot to take in." Once Moxxie had once again calmed down Millie carried him to a small electric swing and placed him inside. She then hit a button and the swing started to swing it back and forth. Moxxie smiled, he was enjoying this. "I'll be back for you once I'm dressed sugar." Millie told him. She felt it was kinder to talk to Moxxie like an adult as much as possible and he seemed to be appreciating it. Moxxie had taken his situation a lot better than she thought he would, however she was going to be asking him about the playpen once he was back to his normal age. There was defiantly some trauma there.
Millie got herself dressed in her signature black crop trop and ripped trousers. She came back to the living room and turned off Moxxie's swing and picked him up. She changed him into a yellow t-shirt and khaki shorts and then placed him in a stroller with a blanket over the top of him, pacifier in his mouth and a teddy for him to hold and cuddle. She took him out of their apartment and pushed him in his stroller down to the park.
The park was stretched with lushes' green fields and little imps and succubae playing on large and rough play structures. Millie parked the stroller and placed on the breaks to stop it rolling away. Millie scooped Moxxie out of the stroller and held him on her chest and faced him towards a glass, gleaming red lake with many of Hell's ducks gracefully swimming. Their black feathers reflecting in Hell's sun rays. "Look Moxxie duckies!" Millie smiled at him. Moxxie did find it odd at first that she was now talking to him like an infant and not like an adult, even though he had only changed physically and not mentally. He then realised that all the other denizens would see at this time is a tiny little infant, not a grown man and it would look odd if Millie was talking to him like an adult.
Millie then pulled some bread out of her hand and sprinkled it in the lake. The ducks immediately went up to the edge of the water and devoured the bread. "Now Moxxie try." Millie put Moxxie on the floor on his feet, but he immediately fell forward. Fortunately, Millie caught him on time before he could fall on his face. Millie put him down in a sitting position. He could sit up himself, but he was unable to walk. Millie handed him some bread and Moxxie used his hand to crumple the bread on the floor around him. The black ducks waddled up the riverbank and around Moxxie's legs and pecked up the bread. The smooth black feathers were tickling his bare legs, Moxxie couldn't help but laugh. Millie just watched him; her eyes glowing.
"Aww… isn't he precious." Awed an unfamiliar voice. It was another female imp with blonde hair, blue eyes and a large build alongside a male wolf Hellhound with silver hair and black fur with emerald green eyes.
"He is cute." Stated the Hellhound.
"Tell me dear, how old is he?" Asked the female imp
"Sixth months." Millie answered hesitantly.
"He is gorgeous. I'd get him off the ground though, it's filthy down there. You can't be too careful."
"Thanks." Millie said scooping Moxxie up in her arms again and handing him more bread to feed the ducks.
"Give him to me, let me see him." The female imp smiled, holding out her arms.
"Of course." Millie handed Moxxie over. The other imp held him on his back and pinched his cheek. "Daww… so cute." She murmured to him before giving him back to Millie. "You are so lucky. He is beautiful."
"Thanks." Millie smiled behind gritted teeth, now wishing the woman would go away.
"Well, I best be off. See you round."
"Yeah, I guess." Millie slowly waved, despite the fact she knew that most likely that she would never see the woman and her Hellhound again. She then put Moxxie's ear to her mouth and whispered to him. "Would you be ok with me carrying you over the water to throw your bread in?"
Moxxie looked around to ensure no one was looking and then nodded at his wife. Millie then handed him some bread and held him over the water to drop in his crumbs for the ducks. Moxxie and Millie spent the next hour at the park feeding ducks and taking a walk. Millie pulled in at a café on site for a sandwich and a cake. She did ask for a chocolate lolly and yoghurt for Moxxie, but when she went to feed him, he was sound asleep in the stroller clutching his blanket in one hand and teddy in the other. It was ok, she would feed him when he woke up.
After Millie had done eating, she gave Moxxie one quick glance over, he was still asleep. She examined her watch, time to get going. Millie hopped on a bus which took her to a community centre a couple of miles down the road. She climbed off the bus and parked her stroller inside the community centre; she picked Moxxie up and sat down on a waiting chair. She noticed he felt a bit heavy lower down, fortunately he was still sound asleep. It saved him the humiliation at the fact Millie had to change him. She got the job done swiftly as she did not want her husband embarrassed, he'd been through enough for one day.
Millie was now just waiting for the session she was booked on to start, she had Moxxie in a sitting position, his head laid against her chest. Two minutes later she felt a soft rubbing against her chest, she noticed Moxxie was moving his head up and down on her chest, staring up at her with wide eyes and a smile. "Hello Moxxie." She whispered to him. "You hungry?" Millie held out the chocolate lolly. Enthusiastically, Moxxie reached out for it, his hand opening and closing like a twinkling star. Millie slid off the wrapper and handed the treat to him. "Here you go my darling." She smiled at him as he sucked on the chocolatey treat.
In minutes other mothers with their infants arrived, they paid no mind to Moxxie and Millie, they were too busy with their own offspring. Soon Millie was led into a room and Moxxie was placed on what looked like a doctor's examination table and was stripped down to his diaper. Moxxie looked concerned, Millie whispered to him. "I think you'll enjoy this."
"Excuse me miss, is he calm?" Asked a voice from above him.
"Well, we're getting there." Millie responded.
"It's best if your baby is calm for this that's all."
"He's fine really."
"Alright, but just to be sure…" A pacifier was stuck in Moxxie's mouth and a chocolate brown teddy bear with shimmering red eyes and sparkly golden horns was sat down beside him. Once the second person had gone, Moxxie took the pacifier out and handed it to his wife.
"Oh, isn't he clever?" Pleated a voice to his right.
"Yeah, I'm very proud of him." Millie said with a smile. Millie then proceeded to put some oil on her hands and circle Moxxie's skin with her hands around his chest and stomach area. Moxxie smiled up at her, love in his eyes. She then moved to his legs and finished with his back. His muscles all relaxed, Moxxie was now very amendable and dozy. His eyes were now closing as Millie was slipping him back into his clothes. Millie then turned to the female succubus next to her. "I best get this little one home." She whispered as she picked Moxxie up and let his head rest on her shoulder.
"I understand. Do come by again soon." The succubus replied.
"I'm unsure that I will be able to, you see we're from the sloth ring, I'm just vacationing up here to see some relatives. We're going back home next week."
"Well, you'll never know, we may run into each other again someday."
"Yeah, yeah." Millie was quick to leave and get Moxxie home.
Millie placed Moxxie in his stroller and covered him with a blanket as he slept. Once again, she had to stop his thumb entering his mouth and place his pacifier there in its place. Satisfied at the fact Moxxie had enjoyed his massage she rolled him back home to the pair's apartment and placed him in his crib whilst he slept. Millie looked at her watch, 4pm, coming on to tea time. She would make herself an early evening meal and then get Moxxie up for his feed and some quality time before she had to put him to bed. Millie put a microwavable in the microwave, the imps kept them there for occasions when they did not have time to cook such as being out late for a day out as a couple or a job taking a bit longer than usual or when Moxxie had one of his anxiety attacks which went on for a while. Millie sighed with relief from having some time to herself and put on her soaps. Moxxie did not like the soaps at all, he often criticized the bad acting. Millie sniggered at the thought that Moxxie would not be doing this for the foreseeable future as he, for the time being, could not talk.
After the first soap had finished Millie went to the bedroom to wake Moxxie up, when she got there Moxxie was lying on his back, awake. Once Moxxie saw Millie he held up both of his arms to be picked up which Millie obliged to immediately. "Moxxie, you should've cried, I would've come for you", she told him as she lifted him out of the crib. Moxxie just cuddled into his wife, his head rested on her shoulder.
Millie was carrying Moxxie back over to the swing, just as the two imps made it to the living room Moxxie pointed at the floor. "You want me to put you down?" Millie asked. Moxxie nodded and Millie put him down on the floor and watched as Moxxie crawled over to the TV, which still had the soaps on, and pushed a button which changed the channel to the cooking channel, something Moxxie loved to watch for new recipes. He then crawled back to his wife and looked up at her. Millie had a stone cold look on her face which quickly formed into a smile as she picked Moxxie up and put him in the swing, "you cheeky little git" she half laughed and half spoke sternly as she left the room to prepare Moxxie's evening meal.
Moments later Moxxie was picked up out of his swing and placed back in his high chair and fed him some avocado puree with mushed carrots and the yoghurt Millie brought for him earlier. Millie then looked at her watch again 5:30pm. Millie gave Moxxie a fiddle toy and left him in the high chair to watch telly. Just as the cooking show was drawing to a close Moxxie was lifted out of the high chair and carried to the imp's bathroom. He could feel the warm steam stroking his sensitive skin as he was carried into the bathroom. The mist hovered above him when he was laid on his back and stripped down, he was finally placed into a shallow bed of warm water in a secure baby seat in the middle of the couple's bath. Millie was hovering above him, her eyes all soft as she bathed him and cleaned him as Moxxie cooed in pleasure. He was going to enjoy a week of having this every night. Moxxie did enjoy some parts of being regressed such as the care he got from his wife which he had unjustly been denied as a child, but he was embarrassed at how uncontrolled and weak his body now was and some of the tasks his wife had to carry out such as dealing with his crying and changes. He felt humiliated at this concept and despised the fact he couldn't even talk to her. Millie was his equal and shouldn't have ever have been subjected to anything like this with him. He wanted to apologise to her and promise to make it up to her, but he knew that if he tried all that would come out was mindless babble.
Moxxie was then lifted out of the bath and immediately wrapped in a heated and fluffy towel and carried to his bedroom and laid on the changing table where he was inevitably placed in a diaper and the ozonize from the previous night. Millie then lifted him to the nursing chair and fed him a bottle whilst rocking him back and forth and smiling down at him with love in her eyes, in awe of how cute he was. "You're such a good baby" she complimented him as he suckled on the bottle. Moxxie smiled up at her, feeling emotional that this time he was well and truly loved, not just something to show off to strangers like a prized animal and then subjected to abuse and neglect behind closed doors.
Once the bottle was empty Moxxie started to become sleepy, he stretched in Millie's arms and yawned. Millie carried him on her chest and placed him down in his crib. Moxxie was lying comfortable on his back. Suddenly light up stars appeared on his ceiling and a hum of the classic "Lullaby and Goodnight" echoed through his bedroom from an unknown source in the darkness. Quickly, Moxxie fell asleep as the crib was slowly rocked side to side until he started to gently snore.