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Mothers' Milk by Elizabeth Mann Women, Their always good to have around. I play with when I'm bored or when I need a blow job. Yes they cook and clean too, but that's expected. That's what my mother did for my father, that's what I have women do for me. But I was stupid like my father, I married one, a stupid idea, marriage. Why say "I do" in front of some priest? So I can fuck her? I can fuck her without the priest. Women, they want the priest. They want the marriage, why? So they can nag you. "I want this" or "I want that," they think can get away with anything once they marry you. They treat you nice; give you all the sex you want when they are trapping you. They act so sweet. Dress real pretty, always at your call. Those bitches, put a ring on their finger and the there goes the dress, the sweetness, and the sex! That's when they start with this "my" bullshit. "My house" or "my bedroom", everything becomes hers. They did not work for it; they did not buy it or steal it as I did. Yet they think it's all theirs now. Even the cooking, when you date them, they cook want you like. Make as much as you want and even out of their way to fix everything up nice. Then you marry the bitch. Now she decides what you eat, how you eat, when you eat and if you need a diet. Why some wives just pawn their men off to work for others, "My husband can do that or this, I'll send him over. Sure work him to death and they look good and get the insurance money. My bitch knows better, I tell her what to do, she does not tell me. She tried, but I'm not that stupid. I see what goes on around me, I do what I want and SHE does what I want. Not the other way around. Oh, she bitches to her mother the witch. But her mother knows better then to mess with me. I am a man, she is a bitch, an old bitch yes, but still a bitch! No bitch tells me what to do. No bitch should ever tell any man what to do. Some men are weak, their bitches walk all over them. You cannot let the bitch get the upper hand. You cannot let the bitch have anything or do anything until you tell her. Once you let down your guard, she wants to do as she pleases. I know that what pleases her..... Will Not Please Me! I work hard, all day during the week; I play sports all day on the weekends. I want to fuck at night. I want my meals cooked, house kept neat, but mostly I want sex, lots of sex. When I want it, how I want it and where in her I want to put my dick. The only time a woman can open her mouth to me is when I'm putting my dick in it. And even then I don't want to hear a sound. _ I told her again and again, the only reason she lives is to suck my cock and spread her legs.(Women need no other purpose in life. I do all the thinking. She should never think. That would be dangerous. A thinking woman in my house, never. I'll beat her brains in first. I beat her anyway just to keep her in line. Her mother the witch gets upset when I do so I told her not to watch, just go the hell home and you won't see a thing. I told her. That woman is a witch. She reads these old books, draws crazy things in the dirt and talks in some weird language. When I catch her doing this shit in my house I throw her the hell out. I don't like it. I come home at night sometimes and find the two of them on the floor praying or something, burning candles and calling to some God. One night I was drunk and I kicked her mother in the head, knocked down the candles and threw my wife on the chair as I dragged her mother to the front door. She was screaming all the way. She swore she would get me, but I laughed at her. Then I went to my wife that bitch. "I told you not to do this shit woman" I yelled at her. "Now look at this fucking mess," I said as I beat her in the head. "Clean it up now; NO get me a beer first." "We were praying for a baby, mama was going to make special potion for me to get pregnant," she cried. "I don't want no fucking baby!" "I do, please.. I want to little one to hold, to love... please," she pleated as she handed me the beer. "And who's going to clean it, dress it and feed the fucking thing? NOT me Bitch. And not you" I continued as she started cleaning the floor. "But my husband, a woman needs a baby, a family must grow," she said now on her knees cleaning up the floor. "I'll tell you if you I want a baby, I'LL tell you if we grow, not your FUCKING WITCH OF A MOTHER!" I kicked her in the ass and she fell forward into the bucket of water. "Look at this fucking mess you fucking bitch. I SAID CLEAN IT UP" She cried as she cleaned, wailing to herself about some baby shit. But I didn't care, I fell asleep. I don't want no fucking baby, some little brat running around getting in my way. The worst being that I couldn't fuck her for nine months. I must make sure that she has her pills. Knowing her mother I should check to make sure she takes them. Fucking baby, that's all I need now. I have no money for a fucking baby. This shit is all her mother's idea. She never said anything about baby's before. Maybe I should kill her mother, that would solve a lot of my fucking problems. My wife didn't talk to me for a few days; she thought that would hurt me. Ha, I could cut her tongue out and that would be even better. She should know. I see her talking to her mother outside; she doesn't come in the house anymore. Good, leave the old bitch outside. They stop talking when I come close. They always watch me when they talk. I know they are talking about me. Two fucking women, let them talk. I don't need them. I check her pills every day; I see she is using them. Good, no fucking baby. I fuck her almost every day. Sometimes she doesn't want me eat her. Just fuck and fuck. That's OK, I fuck real well. Too many times I fuck her when I'm drunk, I can't remember a thing. Once I woke up and she was still on me. Drunk as can be my fucking dick still works fine, in her, shooting away. But that's no fun for me, I can't feel a thing nor do I remember anything. I like hard sex, where I can feel everything. I like it fast and I like it hot. I like my dick down her throat, my dick up her ass and my dick in her cunt. AND I don't want to hear her bitching. They do bitch too. They bitch about everything when you're having sex with him. They bitch about pain about their not being ready, or I'm going too fast. She even bitched that she didn't come! One time she didn't want me to fuck her when she's on the rag. I fucked her and fuck her rag too. Fuck her, fuck her pain, and fuck all that shit. I go in when I want, not when she says, hell I could be waiting all day for the bitch to be ready. No, I go in when I want to go in and that's all there is to it. Who gives a shit about her coming, I don't. Lately she's been pretty good about keeping her mouth shut during sex. I like that better. Some women want you to tell them that you love them when you fuck them. Love shit, I love to fuck, and that's all. Today I can see her talking to her mother outside again. Her mother is smiling. What the fuck is she smiling about? I don't see anything funny. I don't like all this talking with her mother. Something is up I bet. I'll want to fuck again tonight after I come home from the bar. Big game tonight, if win, I'll want to fuck her, hell, if I lose, I'll want to fuck her more. I went to the bar after work, I like my friends. They are all real men, drink and fuck like me. That's what a man should do. We drink and drink. One for the road, one on the house, just a few more I tell the bartender. Time to fuck, time to go home and then it hits me, the bitch is on the rag tonight. Shit! Well I'll still fuck her and then I'll make her clean me up. So I home I go. I finished the bottle and threw it in the river. I want to fuck, that's all I can think about. She better not be sleeping for her own good. It was bad enough I lost tonight, if she's sleeping, that will be her loss. "Bitch, wake the fuck up." "Can you hear me?" She hears and comes to the hall. "Come to bed," she says whispering "Fuck the noise," I holler. "I'm going to fuck you!" "Tomorrow, please it's late and I'm tired." "Tomorrow SHIT," I yell. `I grab her by the hair and take her inside. "You fuck when 'I' say, not you." I throw her on the bed and dive in. She's so fucking slow getting her clothes off, shit; I want to fuck her now. Fuck this, and I tear off her clothes. She can't even spread her legs fast enough. I push them apart, and in I go! I can't feel a fucking thing again and I keep missing her fucking hole. She won't help me; I think she's fucking praying! "Bitch!" I call her. She doesn't move. I hit her again. Now she's crying. Great, now tears and no sex! Fuck this, I'm going to sleep. Clean me up tomorrow. Tomorrow? Wait. There's no blood. What is this shit? She's on the rag. Am I too drunk to know the date? Fuck it. Sleep now, think later.. I woke up in pain with one hell of a headache. Shit I need a beer. I go out the kitchen and the bitch is praying to some fucking doll. What the fuck? "Get the fuck up bitch, get me a fucking beer." "Oh listen, wonderful news. God is giving us a baby. Isn't that so wonderful?" "WHAT, ARE YOU FUCKING MAD BITCH? ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY? WHAT ABOUT YOUR FUCKING PILLS?" "I haven't been taking them. I threw them away each day and prayed to have a baby. Don't you want a son, a boy to play with?" the bitch said. I hit her across the face."You bitch, you tricked me!" I hit her again. "A son, to play with? What the fuck do I look like, some asshole in the fucking park?" I hit the bitch again. Now she's crying, running out the door. Probably going to her mother's. Explain why there was no mess last night. Fuck, a Baby! Just what I fucking don't want? That bitch, how could she do this to me? No lunch, shit, when's the bitch coming home? I can't believe she'd do this shit to me. God, what a mess. Then again, the kids not here (yet, there is the abortion center. Yea, that's an idea. I just get a beer and think about that. I'll even call up and make her appointment. Yea, this sounds better all the time. She came home with her mother, they brought home a casserole, Good, and I'm fucking hungry. "My mother says it's a boy, a healthy boy. Mama wants a girl, but I will have a boy for you. I'll name him Pat after your father," she tells me. She goes on about baby clothes, fucking baby cribs and things. Fuck her. I tell her about her appointment. "No, God, Please... NO, No, I can't, I won't," she begs. "No you need a son, it will be a good sign for your house.. Don't do this. Her fucking mother tells me. "Get the fuck out!" I tell her mother. Who the fuck does she think she is anyway? She runs after her mother, shit! Still no dinner! Fuck this shit, I need a drink. The next day she calls and says she staying with her mother until the baby is born, that she can't trust me, that she doesn't want to have sex with me anymore until after the baby is born. Shit, shit, shit, this just keeping getting worse. Her fucking mother, that's who started all this, that bitch. I went to her fucking mother's house, her fucking mother called the cops. Shit, I had to leave. What the fuck am I going to do about my meals? My fucking laundry, my fucking dick, oh, how I hate her mother. The next day she calls and tells me she still loves me, I ask about my fucking dinner, she says that if I stay away she'll leave it on the table when I come home after work and do the laundry at her mother's house. Shit, what about sex? She tells me to be good until the baby's born. FUCK HER. I have friends; I know where I can get some ass. Wait until the fucking kid is born, No way bitch. The months go by slow. She knows I'm getting some ass from my old girlfriend but she can't prove it. Her mother says I am, but I tell the bitch no. Hey fuck her. I see her when I pick the laundry. She's the size of a cow. Even her fucking tits are huge. Shit, I don't want to fuck her. I may not again. Finally the fucking day comes. Her fucking mother tells me she's in the hospital having the fucking kid. Shit, she wants me to visit her. Take her home her fucking mother telhs me. Shit now I have to take my old girlfriends' things back to her. Shit, this ends my sex again. FUCK! I'm in the hospital, I hate hospitals. Fucking people die here. I want to get the fuck out. Everybody's happy. Yea, I have a son. Wow, great yea, yea. Big fucking deal. Cigars, bring her flowers? Shit I guess I forgot. When I get the bitch home, she wants to know where the fucking kid sleeps. How the heck do I know? She says he sleeps with us until 'I' make up a place for the kid. Give his own fucking room or something. Shit, she tells me she wants to use my fucking den, Shit that's my fucking TV room. The room where I have my fucking football parties? Fuck that! "Things have to change now," she says. "We have a baby now." "Things around here change when the fuck I say they change," I tell her. She cries, runs away and calls her dam mother. They're bullshit for a fucking hour. She agrees to like the baby sleep in our room until we work something out. "Good, now where's my fucking dinner?" That night I want to fuck. She says we'll wake the baby, can't fuck yet. I tell her I've waited, I want it. She gets out of bed and leaves the room. She's fucking crying again. I get up, go to her and tell her we can fuck in the living room, on the fucking couch. She agrees, but tells me I must go slow, that I must go easy. FUCK HER. Let's go bitch and I pound away. She's telling me to stop, I'm hurting her. FUCK YOU, I tell her. I squeezed her tits. FUCKING Milk comes out. Shit. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" I yell. She tells me she's nursing the baby, that mother's milk is the best thing in the world. That I shouldn't hurt her, that she needs to make milk for the baby. That it's a wonderful way to bond with the child. Fuck her, bond her ass. Best thing, Shit, I'm the best thing that ever happened to this bitch. If the milk is so good, let them bottle it. Then I'll drink it too. I knew this fucking kid idea was bull shit. Man, I can't fuck her, the fucking thing cries all the time, I can't sleep. This is bullshit. Now she telling me after a week of this fucking kid crying that he may be sick and she wants to see the fucking doctor. Shit. I haven't paid off the fucking hospital yet! The doctor says the fucking kid is missing something from its gut, that it needs medicine to help it eat foods. That he needs this shit every day! Shit, more fucking bills. We buy the shit, pink stuff. She gives it to the kid with an eye dropper. Never forget, the doctor says, any food other then breast milk, you must give this medicine. Once a day, never forget. Shit now she prays for the kid. Her fucking mother prays too. I tell her to pray for more fucking beer money. "This fucking kid is eating me out of house and home. I ain't got no fucking beer money!" She tells me the kid must come first. "Fuck you and the kid. I'm going to bed," I tell her. Shit with all these bills, I can't afford one of the bar girls, much less beer. God damn it. Why me? So every day she gives the little shit the medicine. Every day I get no sex. I still drink beer, cheap beer, but beer. She doesn't like it, but fuck her. I'm not moving out my den. This is my fucking house. Every day her mother, the witch, prays in front of the house, throws this red shit around that stains the fucking sidewalk. I chase the old bitch away. She keeps some bottles of her milk in the frig. One day I couldn't find the milk for my fucking coffee. She says we don't have money for milk this week. That I should learn to drink it black and save money for the baby. And maybe she'll get some later. Fuck you I say and take out a baby bottle. I smell it; it smells like milk, looks like milk. I pour some in my coffee. Fuck her, I drink some from the bottle. Shit's not bad. I drink the whole fucking bottle. From that day on I only used her milk for my coffee. Once in a while I drink a bottle. Fuck him, what I can take from him is only a drop of what that shit is taking from me. One day she catches me. "NO, How could you. I need this for the baby. I only have so much. Stop this now. She demands. "Fuck you bitch," I hit her. "You better make more. You're the cow here, so get with it because I want it too." She made more milk. Because I kept drinking it, more bottles appeared. She never spoke about it again. This goes on for weeks. One night I drank all three bottles. Fuck her AND him. Now she goes out with the girls. She wants me to 'bond' with the fucking kid and give him his medicine. Shit, I'll bond all right, when the fucking kid can buy me a beer! So tonight she's out. I have to stay home, fuck this, when he's asleep, I'm gone. She loaded up the bottles with her milk with extras for me.. I have to feed the kid. I give him her milk, cause I hate the medicine shit. She says he needs it twice a day, fuck him, I'll give it to him later and I'm not changing the little shit. No, no, she can do that. Now that he's the fuck asleep, I'm outta here. I run down to the local gin mill. Hey I see all the guys, God I feel like a fucking wimp. I hate this fucking baby. We talk, yea , life's a bitch. Yea, yea. I can only afford the cheap shit. Its tastes bad but a beers a beer. We drink and drink. What a time, great stories and that was some game on TV. Yea I know, sorry you couldn't come to my place last week and watch the game but we'll start up again soon. One of the guys asked me if I was pussy whipped yet. "Fuck you Asshole!" I tell him. "Nobody pussy whips me" With that I remember the fucking time, Shit I have to get out of here. The kid needs his fucking medicine. Fuck, I hate this. As I leave the place, some of the guys call me a wimp, a pussy whipped wimp. Man that pisses me off. God I hate this, now I can't find my car keys. Shit I have to walk the fuck home. Wait. here they are. I start the car and drive, can't see too well. Get the fuck out of my way. Shit the fuck almost hit me. Home, well here we are you shit. I can hear the little shit crying. God I hate this. "ALL Right already, Shut the fuck up!" I call out. I get his fucking medicine. $32.00 fucking dollars a fucking bottle. Shit that hurts. I open it. The kids keeps wailing away. Piss everywhere. Shit everywhere. Fuck this. Damn it! I spill the shit on the sheet Fuck, have to clean this up or I'll hear her nag later about wasting it. No rag, fuck it, I lick it up. Hey this shit doesn't taste bad. I take a swallow. Fuck its good! I take more. Make a great mixer. Maybe with rum. Soon there's no more. Fuck it. give him another bottle and now I'm going to bed. The bitch wakes me up. Shit, she wants to know if I gave him his medicine. Yea, Yea, leave me the fuck alone. I go back to sleep. The bitch wakes me again; fuck what now I ask her. "The baby's real sick, throwing up and everything," she cries. "What the fuck now?" shit I don't want to get up. The baby's throwing up, looks white to me, and shakes a lot. She calls the doctor. He says give him more medicine. She can't find it. She asks me. "HEY we're all out bitch, should have had some more." She screams at me, cries and runs to the store. Fuck her. I wasn't going to the store. I'd go back to bed but the fucking kid is still crying. Why didn't she take him with her? She comes back all upset. The store is closed. She calls the doctor again. He says to bring the baby to the hospital. I can't drive, I feel sick too. Shit. I have to drive. I take the bitch and the kid. Here we are. She tells me the baby's blue, she's screaming now. I get out, she runs with the baby to the emergency room. I throw up. Too much cheap beer? Hours go by, shit I feel worse. I walk around the hospital. I want to go home. Fuck this place. Her mother comes in, great just what I need, the Witch is here. "Hey witch, go cure your fucking grandson. Bring your voodoo?" She swears at me as she hurries in. Fuck her. I throw up again, more cheap beer. I fell asleep on the chair. Some doctor wakes me up. My wife is crying. So.'s her fucking mother. "We couldn't save him, we pumped his stomach, but it was too late. I'm Sorry" he says to me. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I ask him, still half asleep "Your son, he's dead. I'm sorry," he replies. My wife and her fucking mother go nuts. Crying, hollering, all that shit. I just want to go to bed. I drive home. I offer to drive her fucking mother home, but no, the bitch needs to stay with her fucking daughter and if I won't let her, she'll have to take my wife to her house. Fuck it, I just want to sleep. I don't give a shit right now. They cry all the fucking way home. Man do I have a headache! They go inside and I throw up again. This time I see a little blood. I worry that this cheap beer will kill me. I go to bed. The next day I get up for my coffee. Stomach feels no better. I use her milk. Her mother sees me pouring it. "You bastard, you would take away from your son, your dead son? How dare you. She yells at me. "Hey witch, he's not using it anymore!" I drank the whole bottle in front of her. She goes to hit me. I knocked her on her ass. I grabbed her hair and pulled her to the door. I drag her to the street. She's swearing and hitting me. I kick her in the ass. "Get the fuck out and stay out," I tell her. My fucking wife comes out just crying away. She knows better than to hit me. Her mother tells her about the milk. My wife tells her she knows that I've been doing it for months. "And I'll tell you this," I holler back, "I drank his fuck'in medicine too." They both stop and look at me. "You told me you gave him his medicine," she said. "I was so fucking drunk, maybe I did and maybe I didn't." "YOU BASTARD, I fed him his baby food. He can't digest anything without the medicine. YOU MADE ME KILL HIM," she screamed out of control. She came at me hitting and swearing, her mother too. I hit her mother across the head and kicked my wife between the legs. She started to bleed. "Shit," I said. "Get in the house and take care of yourself." She couldn't stop the bleeding so after an hour or so I took her back to the hospital. They admitted her. Her fucking mother called the fucking cops. They questioned me and I told them that we were all upset about the baby and I got out of hand. That I was sorry, that I didn't know what the fuck got into me. That I was too drunk or upset at the time so they let me go. A week later she came out of the hospital. My stomach hurts all the time. They operated to stop the bleeding. They took out her ovaries. She can't have any more kids. She didn't walk all the way home. She cried a bit. I hadn't eaten all fucking day. We stopped in a diner. She said she wasn't hungry, shit I was. I ordered a burger with the works. She had water. Hell, I figured things were going to be all right again. Just like the old days. No more kid crying. And a bonus, I could fuck her all I want and she can't get pregnant anymore. Shit, how bad can that be? Her fucking mother was outside my house, waiting for us. She had drawn these crazy things all over the house with spray paint. Looked like a child's mess. I went ape. I also threw up. "What the fuck are you doing, witch? Get the fuck away from me," I said as she came at me. "Look what you've done. You're the devils work. You must pay for this." "Fuck you," I said as she still came closer. "Get the fuck away from me." I threw up again. "You want her milk, you want her milk! HERE.... she said as she threw some yellow dust at me. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, I got very dizzy very fast and fell down. The stuff smelled awful. I awoke in the living room. My shirt was open and something was drawn on my chest. More of her mother's crazy signs. I got up. They're in the kitchen. They turn to look at me. I was starving. I took an apple, after one bite I threw up. Shit. I was hungry. What was wrong. In the sink I saw her bottles. They were going to pour the milk down the drain. "No," I said as I took one. "These are mine." "The baby's gone, we don't need the milk. I'm going to dry out my breasts now," My wife said. "Fuck you, keep it coming," I said as I drank the bottle down. They both watched. "Yes, keep it coming my daughter. You're going to need it again." The witch said. What the fuck, hey I didn't care. Later in the day I ate some pie that was left out. I immediately got a pain in my stomach. It burned so much. Then I got the shits. Bad, real bad. I almost didn't make it to the bathroom. I had to see a doctor. God with all these fucking bills, now me too? The doctor checked me over and asked what I had to eat the night I started throwing up. I told him about the beers, the nuts at the bar, a few candy bars. Things like that. Then I remembered the medicine. I told him. He looked up at me. He asked me what it was and I tried to tell him the name. He was able to pick it out. Yea, I said to him that's it. "We have to get you to the hospital quick," he said. They admit me right away. They examined me, took x-rays and some other tests. Then they told me I could get dressed. I waited outside. The doctor called my wife and me in. "That medicine you drank reacted with all that alcohol drunk plus your own body fluids and caused a reaction that destroyed some of the things that help you digest your food. In short you now have what the baby had only yours will get much worse," he tells me. He asked if there was any food I that did not cause a reaction. I couldn't think of any. Then my wife pointed out the mother's milk. "Yes," he said. "I could see that working quite well." He asked if she was dry yet. She said she hadn't taken the pills yet. He told her not to. That her milk may end up being my only source of food. Keeping me alive until they can replace what I destroyed. "I am going to release him. Let's try some junior baby foods for now and see if he holds them down. Then if we have problems we can switch him to regular baby foods and if worse comes to worse, we'll just keep him on your milk," he said to my wife as if I wasn't even in the office. She thanked him and we left the hospital. He said he wanted to check me from time to time. She agreed. She drove home. I was still in a state of shock. Baby food, mothers milk? How could I tell the guys? Could I ever have a beer with them again? What did I do to myself? On the way home we stopped in a supermarket and picked a number of junior baby food jars and some regular baby food as well. When we got home I was really starving.. I took a jar of junior food and ate it down, I was still hungry but didn't want to take in too much if I was going to have a problem with it. I also took a bottle out of the refrigerator. I removed the top and drank it. Slowly at first, as I ate the food then I finished the bottle. This was all? No candy, no ice cream? Nothing to chew on again, ever? There were two bottles left in the frig. I asked her to fill some more. She took out the pump and started on it. Her fucking mother looked at me. "If he needs it, let him pump, or let him starve," she said as she pulled my wife's hand from the pump. I looked at her, she smiled but didn't pump. I quickly moved over and starting pumping the thing. I was able to fill only two bottles. then she was dry. She told me that if she massaged them it would help refill her. But before she could, her mother told her to let me do it. "Why should she do anything for you? You want it? You work for it!" She shows me what to do. From behind her I massaged them both at the same time. For the first time in my life, she is telling ME, what to do. I don't like this. Her fucking mother will be the death of me yet. I don't know how to change things. Her fucking mother is always here. I'm afraid to throw her out. I don't know how my wife will act. I massage them until my hands hurt. My stomach is still hurting me. The Doctor said it will but it shouldn't get too bad if I still away from real food. I feel very weak. Maybe this milk is not enough for me. Maybe I need more. My hands are dead. I'm going to bed. They, both looked very happy as I walked past them. what were they so happy about? I awake at night, something or somebody is in the room with me. I sit up; it's my wife and her fucking mother. Their doing some type of dance, they have that fucking yellow powder all over the place. There are baby things on the floor, on the dresser on the bed and on me! I knock them on the floor. That fucking yellow dust is everywhere. I'm covered with it. My wife and mother-in-law are happy. They're laughing at me. I want to beat the shit out of them but I can't. I can't destroyer my only food supply. Not now but maybe later like when I get better. Yes, that's when I'll get even. The two bitches calm down. They leave the room. Thank God. I can go back to sleep. Fucking bitches! Morning, good I need a shower. What the fuck were they doing last night? That fucking witch was calling something up. I know it. That yellow shit is almost gone, but what's this? Hair. I see hair all over my bed. Short body hair. It's mine! Looking down at my body, I don't see any on me! Shit did the medicine does that too? The only hair on my body is on my head and even that looks thin! Shit, what the fuck is going on? I need my shower. I need some clothes and a towel. Let's see, I have soap. Good, let me turn on the water and does it feel good. Shit, what a mess I'm in. Shit with her mother and me needing that milk to live, I don't have much choice. I'll just have to play along and wait my turn. Shit, am I going to get even with them. You know, the tub seems a bit deeper for some reason. I tell you these values are getting old too because they're getting hard to turn. Now where's the razor, what's this? No Beard. Shit maybe there is some good effects of this whole thing. Now where the shorts? I must be losing weight, that's bad. These shorts seem a bit big, so does the undershirt. Well I'll have to drink more maybe. Within three days I can't hold down the junior food. I switch to regular baby foods. My fucking mother-in-law seems delighted over this fact. Two days after that, all I can keep down is the milk. One morning as I walk down the stairs I can see the two of them talking. They stop when they see me. I wonder what so interesting that they talk so much, but don't want me to hear? Well, let me get some food. Shit only two bottles. She means to make me work for every drop that bitches. She hasn't gotten over her being pissed at me for the baby thing. "Hey can't we put this shit in a fucking container other then these fucking baby bottles?" I call out to anyone in the next room. Her fucking mother enters "How dare you talk like that. You killed the baby, your drinking his milk, how dare you? You should be glad you have it. IN ANY BOTTLE!" She screams. "Hey I was just asking...." "You lucky I don't pour it down the drain. You're lucky just to have it. You want it? You wash the bottles," My wife said as she walked into the room smiling at her mother. "YOU should be happy she lets you remove the nipple. I'd make you suck it out like a baby. LIKE THE BABY YOU KILLED!" My mother in law said, still screaming. "Listen, I didn't kill the damn kid. I fucked up, but........" "Put the top back on," Said my wife, looking straight at me with fire in her eyes. I look at her, I want to tell her to go fuck herself, I know better. To her mother delight I screw the cover back on. I should put it down. I hold it. "Suck it you bastard, suck the milk out, just like the baby would," she says. I don't have a choice; I hold it up and start sucking. I'm going to fucking kill her when this is over. They watch in delight. "It will come out easier if you lay down," her fucking mother says. I sat down, Fuck them. "Suit yourself," says my wife, "but if I ever see you open a bottle, pour or take the milk in any way other then sucking on the nipple like a baby, I throw it away and dry myself up. And you along with it." She means it. That bitch hates my guts. On my next visit to the doctor, he examines me all over, took some of my fucking blood, made me piss in a bottle and I even had to shit in some small little fucking paper cup. He sits us down and reads his report. "I'm afraid things aren't much better. The medicine has destroyed the gland that makes the missing hormones. I don't think it will ever grow back. You stomach walls are very thin and weak. The good news is that your wife's milk will keep you alive. The bad news is that you bladder is still very sick and may get worse. I can't find what's affecting you hair growth or the bladder. But you may start to lose bladder control, be careful and prepare for it. Hopefully you'll retain your bowel control. I tell him that my teeth hurt and seem to move if I touch them. "You're not using them. Anything you don't use your body rejects or shuts down. If I made you wear a patch one eye long enough, the body would shut it down and you will go blind in that eye. All I can say is to brush them good. And pray." My wife has to drive home; my mind is all fucked up. Piss myself? Shit myself? Holy fuck, could things get worse? How about my job? How in the fuck can I do that? Three days went by, I sucked at the bottle each time. Each time my wife or mother in law watched with a smile on their face. Then a tooth fell out. No pain, very little blood, but it's gone. Six others are lose. More hair falls out. I'm as weak as a kitten. By the end of the week, I have no teeth left. All muscle tone is gone, but worse, I pissed myself last night. "Get out of my bed, stay the fuck out of my bed, wear a damn diaper if you must, but stay out of my bed," My wife hollers when she awoke in a bed of piss. I clean it all up and take a shower. I'm embarrassed. The handles are really hard now and I'm too weak to fix them. I must be fucking shrinking. I sat on the bowl and I could just touch the floor. Door knobs seem high. Sinks, everything seems to be getting bigger. I thought it was my brain making me thing that. But the bowl proved it." I sleep on a blanket on the floor, my wife picked up some adult diapers for me. I had one too many accidents with them at work. My stomach pains cause me to bend over a lot. My boss is mad. He tells me to retire but I don't have the time. He tells me that the company is forcing me out. I'm sick, the guys don't like the smells, I can't do the work. They let me go. I tell my wife I have no job, she blows a fit. "My mother will have to move in now to support us until you get better, if you ever do. She'll have to sell her house to support us," she tells me as she looks over m} den. I think she thinking of making it into her mother's room. Shit that too? I complain about my den as the TV gets moved out. So does everything I have in there. My awards, ribbons, pictures, just about everything are in the trash two days later. the TV is in the bedroom. I'm not. "My mother will sleep with me. At least she doesn't piss up the bed. And you fucking den is going to be your room. Just be thankful I don't throw you out. Think about how you'd live, just think about that," she lectures me carrying out the last of my things." They repaint my den pink. They bring in a small white dresser. "That dressers not big enough for all my things."I tell them. "We threw most of your things out!" My mother in law says with a grin. "Look at you, You're not a man anymore. You can't eat like one, can't control yourself, nothing. Your clothes don't even fit you anymore. " It's true, I'm barely five foot. And I keep getting smaller. "And we're not buying you any, why should we? You can't work. We found clothes to fit you in my old attic. Just don't worry about it," her mother said as she hung curtains in my old den. "No, I want my things, leave them alone" I said running to hit her. "Get out of my way" "Why you little shit! How dare you speak to me in that tone of voice?" She said as she came at me. She slapped me across the face knocking me down. I couldn't believe it. I felt as if I had been hit by a truck. I got up and took a swing at her. She grabbed my hand, twisted and knocked me down again. "You want to fight little man?" She said laughing at me as she picked me up by the shoulders. "Come on and I'll break your ass!" She dropped me. I was no match for her, not now, not like this. I had to run away from her, I think she really would kill me. I could hear her laughing in the den. My wife asked her what was the matter; she must have told her because now they are both laughing. There's no milk in the refrigerator. I getting hungry but I dare not ask for any right now. The two of them are having a good time at my expense. As I look around the kitchen I notice that all the baby bottles are gone. Good. no more of that. I hated sucking on those bottles like a baby. I need to get some milk some though, I feel even weaker then this morning. I dare not go I inside. I must just wait until they are good and ready. I can hear them working away in the den, or my new bedroom. They seem to be having a good time. Man, how I miss the guys. I miss my den, my TV. There has to be a way out of all this. This is some mess I got myself into. I can't eat any food at all; All I can have is her mother's milk. I have lost all my teeth, my body hair and my strength. Now the two of them are throwing out what's left of my things. I may be at their mercy, but I still have my dignity. I still am a man. I'll get better, I'll get stronger, I'll get my revenge. Just let them wait and see. "So you still think you're the boss huh?" I heard from behind me. "No," I said as I turned to see my wife and mother in law standing by the door. "I guess I was out of line, sorry," The words ate at me. "Good, it's about time you learn your place here. Come see you new room." I follow them into the living room and I can see my den. Did I say den? It looks like a little girl's room. Lace curtains, pink walls with animal decals on them, dolls on the shelves that once had trophies on them. On the floor was a white round throw rug, but worse, in the room is a large white bed with these bars around it. It was a big crib! I wanted to holler, but I had to stop, not because I was afraid of being hit, I was. Not because I now knew my place, but because I was pissing myself as I stood there. Feeling like a fool, I stood before them wetting the last adult diaper. I don't even realize I'm going until I feel it on my skin. I wish I were dead. They laugh at me. I want to run. There's nowhere to go. "Look what you've done, and you want us to buy you new clothes? That'll be the day. We have enough clothes here for you," Said my wife, opening the draw to one of the dressers. "And diapers too, not those pants type of course, but real diapers. Rubber pants too so you won't ruin the sheets," My mother tells me with a grin of victory on her face. My wife holds up the rubber pants. With a great smile on her face she shows them to her mother and me. Their pink and have snaps on the side! "No," I cry. "I won't wear them, I won't, I won't," I fight to hold back the tears. "OH yes you will, and more too. We found all these clothes my attic. They were your wife's when she was younger. You not even five foot high anymore so you should fit into them fine. Be happy I didn't throw them away. "No please, no, no," I cry as I try to run away but my wife grabs me. She turns me around and slaps me. The two of them drag me kicking and screaming into the attic. They lock the door. "You stay there until you learn to behave yourself, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" My mother in law calls. "Starve until then," My wife adds It's dark and cold up here. The diaper doesn't help. I feel around for some clothes. All I find is dust and boxes of toys and other old things. I am afraid I'll die. I start to shake a bit. Then I smell something. My God, I'm shitting myself. I lost it all, like I was two years old. No warning no control, I just do it, and God do I stink. I try to sleep, I can't give in. I'm not a baby. I won't be treated as one. What did I do? I didn't mean it. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I lay down and sob. I want to be better. Why did I act as I did? I'm such a fool. I want to sleep so I lay down. I wake up later with great hungry pains. I stink to high heaven. I am so very weak. I can't even move some of these boxes to make some room. The attic seems so very big. Food, God I need food. The only food I can have is mad at me. I won't give in. I drift off again. I awake in a strange world. I still stink and I must have pissed myself again in my sleep. The hungry pains are very bad. I won't give in. I attic seems to have grown more as I get use to the light up here. I don't know how long I'll been up here. I feel so weak. I try to think. My memory is gone, I can't seem to remember my childhood. Not Grammer school or even Junior High. After another nap she wins. I can't take it. I must have food. It all I can think about. I'm scared of the dark. I must give in. Just for now. "Please let me out. I promise to be good please, I'll even wear the clothes, please," I call. After I time I call again, pleading more this time, promising again for food. I start to cry. After a while I hear someone at the door. The light comes on. It hurts my eyes. I have to reach up for the door knob! It opens. "OH look how cute mother," Calls my wife to her mother behind her looking at me with the biggest grin of satisfaction. "Oh, She'll be so perfect," replies my mother in law. They take my hand. They are so big. What happened to me? I pass a mirror. I am barely four feet high! They take in into my bedroom. They remove my clothes. My wife tells me to lie down on the rug. I do. With a pan of warm water, my mother in law washes me. I want to die.(She throws the adult diaper away. Which is already is too big. My wife gets out some clothes. Her mother has a large baby diaper in her hands.(She puts it on me and pins it in place* They force the pink rubber pants up my legs. They get snapped in place. My wife sits me up on the a table and places a undershirt over my head. It has pink trim with a little bow in front. It attaches to my rubber pants. My mother- in-law is petting little white socks on my feet.(They have lace on top. my wife hands her mother in law black patent leather strap shoes. She calls them Mary Jane's. They are a bit tight but she forces them on me and buckles them. They stand me up and tell me to raise my arms. A lacy pink dress is pulled down around me. "I remember when I brought that for you. It's going to look so nice on her" Her mother says in delight. They bottom up the back. My wife has me step into a lace pair of baby panties. She pulls them up. They put me in front of a mirror. I want to die. I'm a little girl! I want to cry, but I must hold it back. The dress is so short you can see the panties I'm wearing. My wife brushes my fine hair into curls. She finishes me up by tying a pink bow to my hair. "She so pretty now, so much nicer than before. The rubber pants will keep her panties clean too." They turn me around and around making little adjustments here and there. My mother-in-law comes up from behind me now and places her hands on my shoulders. She is all smiles. She looks at me though the refection in the mirror. "Your name is Mary now, do you understand?" I can't hold back the tears. Some roll down my cheek. "Tell me your name little girl," My wife asks bending down to meet me in the mirror. I can't move. I'm fighting every tear. "TELL HER YOUR NAME LITTLE GIRL!" My mother in law demands shaking me. "M..Mary," I answer. "Good girl, and what's my name?" my wife asked "You're my wi...," I get slapped. "My name is Mommy! She says. My legs are shaking. The tears are flowing. "What's her name Mary?" Her mother asks. "Mommy." "Good girl, now is Mary hungry?" "Y..yes... please," I say fighting back the tears. "Then come here and Mommy will feed you, baby," she says with her arms open. I look around for the bottles, I don't see them. I don't know what to do. "I didn't find any bottles or the pump, where are they and I 'll pump some," I softly said. "No baby, no more. Mommy didn't like the pump. It hurt her. Come to Mommy. She says very sweetly as she opens her blouse to expose a breast. "Lay here with Mommy and nurse at me." I can't move. Her mother pushes me to her. They tell me to lay down with my head on her lap. Her breasts are dripping with milk. I need to drink& She raises my head and puts her nipple in my mouth> I suck at it. "Good baby, nice baby. Not too fest now or you'll hurt Eomiy anp ggv(a lot of gas."_ "Such a good baby," I say her mother as she rubs my head The milk is warm, flowing out of her fills my stomach. After a few minutes she makes me change breasts. I nurse at this one with less shame. I need the milk. It fills my stomach. When I can't take anymore I stop. She raises me up and burps me. I burp. "She's such a good girl for Mommy. That was such a big burp. We all go out into the back yard. They teach me to jump rope then we play jacks. Everybody is having fun. I play in the sand. Soon its time to go back inside. Mommy picks me up. I have already gotten smaller. The Mary Jane's are no longer tight. When we get in inside she says, "Now get down Mary and go play with your dollies. Mommy has to talk to Grandma." She places my thumb in my mouth. "Suck it like a good baby" She says. I walk into my room. I never say a word. I am sucking my thumb. My brain is in a fog. What's happening to me? I try to think. Think about the guys, my old job, my high school friends, Wait. High School? I can't remember what school I attended. I can't remember a thing about the school. I think I remember where it is, but it seems as if I've never been in it. I must have. I think harder. My God, I don't remember my parents! Wait, there's something.. Just some faces in shadows. No names. Soon there's nothing, not even the fog. What's happening now? My mind is going too? I'm completely at their mercy. They can do with me as they please. I don't want a doll. I want my mind back. My mother-in-law is coming in my room. She's carrying something. It's a pot of some kind. It's steaming a yellow smoke. "Mary, honey, Grandma wants you to breathe this in dear. It will make your tummy feel better," she places it in front of me. My wife comes in and sits behind me gently lowering my face into the steam. "This is the last treatment dear; soon you'll have your wish," she tells her daughter. "Take deep breaths Mary. Good girl, deeper and deeper. Such a Good girl" She tells me as she rubs my back. My face is almost in the pot. I breathe in the steam. I makes me sleepy. I feel nice. No more stomach pains. Maybe she really wants to help me. I take deeper breaths. I can't stay wake. I awake in my crib. I am wearing a pink night dress. I have on clean diapers. I am covered with a flowered blanket. It feels nice and warm. I see my mother. I mean my wife! I try to sit up. It's hard! I try to think. I can't remember anything. I must have some memoires. Everything in my mind is dark.. I stand up, I can see the mirror on the wall. I look like a three year old girl. I try to talk, but all the words come out in a babble. I have no speech control. I start to cry. My mother calls Grandma. "Poor baby, don't cry. Soon it will be all over. You'll see," she opens her blouse to nurse me. I suck hard on her. "By tomorrow morning you're going to be a real baby again. The exact age of the son you killed, only better. You'll be a baby girl! My Mary, just like Mommy wanted. Then you will start growing again but at a normal rate. Soon you'll be a little girl, then a big girl, a young lady, a grown woman, a wife and a Mommy too some day. Won't that be nice?" I cry. It's all I have left. Mommy rocks me. I forget why I was crying, she puts me in my crib and places my thumb in my mouth. I suck it. It tastes so good that I take a nap. Mommy wakes me and takes in the kitchen to show me to grandma. I barely look about one year old. She puts me down. I can't walk anymore. Just standing is very hard. In minutes in can no longer stand up. I crawl everywhere. By bed time even crawling is very hard. I seem to be less than four months old. I can't focus my eyes. Everything starts to blur. Grandma picks me up. She's all smiles. "You took her baby away, I gave her one back," she says as she starts to laugh and laugh. My Mommy is smiling at me. Grandma gives me to Mommy. Mommy's arms are so nice. Mommy starts to rock me. She sits down and nurses me. I'm so warm, so safe with my mommy. I'm going to be a real girl, I like girls. I love my Mommy. Everything slowly goes black. The End