My Funny Farm -- Chapter 10 – Just Another Normal Day

 

My Funny Farm

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 10 – Just Another Normal Day

 

I knew everyone had to go to work on Monday.  I had asked the night before, and no surprise, Mrs. Lowrey was scheduled to be there with me again.  But Caitlin was quick to tell me that she was changing her schedule starting this week so she could have Tuesdays and Wednesdays off from now on, but in return she would be working Saturdays and Sundays instead.  That way Mrs. Lowrey wouldn’t need to be here so often, plus, she could take me to my therapy appointments with Doctor Clive.  Since it looked like I was going to be stuck in this position for the foreseeable position, that sounded good to me.  I also had confirmation that they were going to make sure I got to see a qualified doctor every week.  I certainly didn’t consider that high school kid they made me talk to at the behavioral center to be qualified.

Once again they woke me up early, only to immediately shove a bottle of baby formula into my mouth for me to drink – before they wanted me out of bed.  Drinking anything from a baby bottle always takes a while, but when I finished I got up and carried the thing out to the kitchen myself.  And yes, three layers of those diapers were a lot of trouble to walk in, especially with as wet as I had made them during the night.  I expected to be given baby food for breakfast, but I got scrambled eggs and bacon instead.  Fantastic!  And I didn’t even have to cook it myself.

After breakfast, Emily took me into my bedroom where she cleaned me up and changed me.  Something I was very happy about.  I was starting to get used to one or both of the girls seeing me naked like that.  I simply didn’t know if that was a good thing or bad.  After the fresh diaper though, instead of putting Caitlin’s too-small nightie on me, Emily stuck me into some kind of a red dress of hers that she called a tunic dress.  It had gobs of material and wasn’t fitted close to my body at all, so it was far more comfortable than that little nightie I had been forced to wear the day before.  Caitlin’s tiny nightie hadn’t covered my diaper much at all, this dress covered all of it with room to spare.

From there I was put on the living room floor for my morning TV time and once again they brought me a bottle of something to drink.  I noticed the pure white color again and quickly tasted it.  Yes!  The good stuff, whatever it was.  A few minutes later, I thought I recognized the flavor, vanilla.  I liked vanilla.

It was while I was still drinking that bottle that Mrs. Lowrey showed up.  She looked me over as I sat there on the floor with my bottle still in my hand.  She said, “How are you, baby?”  Why did everyone emphasize that baby word so often?  Was that to remind them of what I was supposed to be, or me?

“Fine,” I said matter-of-factly.  Hey, I didn’t want to be in that position.  Especially not with some outside stranger watching over me.

I saw Emily hand her some kind of paper that she looked over briefly, then she nodded, and Emily was soon gone, off to school where she could terrorize the real kids for a while.  She was into BDSM.  I wondered if she enjoyed dominating those little kids.

I spent a little more time watching the worst cartoons on the planet while Mrs. Lowrey sat and read one of her books, but I noticed that she was glancing at the clock fairly often.  One of the cartoons ended and she grabbed the remote control and turned the TV off.  She got herself out of the chair and came over to me.  She reached her hand down towards me on the floor, wanting me to take her hand.  “Playtime,” she told me.

Oh boy, my favorite thing in the world.  Playtime.  I was never interested in playing golf, but I already knew I’d enjoy it a whole lot more than playing with…toys for newborns.  She got me to my feet, but before we took two steps she stopped me, pulled up the entire skirt of my dress, and did a rather thorough and embarrassing diaper check.  “Still dry?” she asked.  “Emily said to watch you carefully to make sure you’re not holding back.”

“She said that?”  I couldn’t believe it.

“I’ve got a long list of things to make sure of,” she told me.  “That’s just one of them.”

That much I could believe.  Why did Mrs. Lowrey have to be so…reliable?

It seemed like forever that I sat in that corner of my bedroom, not playing with the simple toys there.  But finally, Mrs. Lowrey checked my diaper again and then put me down for my morning nap.  She brought me a bottle of orange juice to drink and made a big point of making sure I knew my pacifier was right next to me on the nightstand before she turned out the light.  She also made sure to tell me she was going to let Emily and Caitlin know that my diaper was still dry.

Darn it!  “No I’m not,” I said quickly as I laid there on my back and let loose.  She came over, pulled the covers down, pulled my dress up, and did another diaper check on me.  I know she could tell I was still peeing right then and there, because she kept her hand in place so she could feel everything until I had pretty much stopped.

“Enjoy your nap,” she told me.  Did she have an evil grin on her face?  And to think I had liked her…sort of.

My morning nap was eventually followed by more playtime that lasted until she came and dragged me and my even wetter diaper out to the kitchen for lunch.  And of course, my peanut butter and jelly sandwich was followed by, you guessed it, more playtime.  How much playing could a person stand?  I was only faking it, and it was driving me nuts.  But oh, I was supposed to be nuts.  They had even put me in the nuthouse for it.  At least Mrs. Lowrey changed my diaper for me, although I wasn’t sure what was worse, having your granddaughters do something like that to you, or have a stranger do it.

Wonder of wonders, that playtime was followed by another half hour that I got to spend on the computer.  Guess what I looked at.  At least whenever Mrs. Lowrey popped her head in to see how I was doing, she barely looked in the door and then disappeared.  And…after the computer, I was put to bed for my afternoon nap.  Why did they always give me a bottle before putting me to bed?  Didn’t they know how often I woke up to pee?  How could a guy get any sleep?  Nobody seemed to care about that though.

Once my bottle was done and my pacifier was back in my mouth, I kept a careful watch for Mrs. Lowrey coming into the room…while I humped the bed again.  So far, my afternoon naps were the only enjoyable thing I could get out of this life.

Why do I always have to wake up to pee so much when I sleep, even when I’m only taking a nap?  It’s infuriating!  But eventually Mrs. Lowrey got me up and led me out to the living room again to watch TV.  But in leaving the bedroom, I noticed four big packages piled up along the wall near my bedroom.  “What are they?” I asked.

“No idea,” Mrs. Lowrey told me.  “Emily did say though that I should expect some packages to arrive today and to put them in your room for her.  I didn’t want to wake you while you were sleeping though.  Now sit while I find the shows Emily wants you to watch.”

Emily wanted me to watch something specific?  Why?

Mrs. Lowrey turned the TV on and one of my favorite cartoons I remembered from my first journey into this messy world had just started.  But a moment later, that cartoon was wiped from the screen as she changed the channel to a different cartoon that was far more babyish than the one that had been on the previous channel.  I was so disappointed.

I was starting to really appreciate that red dress of Emily’s that I was stuck in.  It was not only comfortable, but since it was a woman’s garment, I considered it to be fun to wear.  And that’s after I had humped the bed to death at the start of my nap.  I sat there and spread the skirt out around me and enjoyed wearing it far more than I was enjoying that poor excuse for a cartoon on TV.

I saw Mrs. Lowrey pick up one of the packages and carry it into the bedroom.  What the heck was in those packages?  They were somewhat big, and there were four of them.  And then I realized that whatever was in them was probably for me, especially since they were being moved to my bedroom.  Maybe I didn’t want to find out.

Emily finally walked in the door greeted me with a somewhat affectionate hug and a kiss on the cheek.  “How was your day?” she asked me.

“Do you really want to know?” I asked.

She shook her head and headed for Mrs. Lowrey.  The two of them talked for a few minutes before Mrs. Lowrey left for the day.  If Caitlin was changing her schedule, I figured I wouldn’t see her again until Thursday.  Probably.  She seemed to show up whenever everyone else wanted to go out.

That evening, I was subjected to a dinner of colorful baby food.  No, that’s not right.  I couldn’t call it food.  I could only call it…um…maybe baby mush.  It certainly tasted better than that baby cereal they had given me for breakfast the day before, but not much better.  And of course, after dinner it was my chore time again.  This time, after clearing the table and loading the dishwasher, they had me carry the bag of used diapers from my bathroom and put it near the garage door.  Bill showed up then to carry it the rest of the way out of the house to put it into the big trashcan out back.  I was glad they hadn’t made me walk out of the house dressed the way I was.  I wasn’t wearing any shoes!

From there it was back to cleaning the kitchen and then helping with the laundry again.  Through it all, Caitlin and Emily were either not far from me, or were helping me do those simple everyday tasks.  After a day of nothing but playtimes and cartoons, I enjoyed doing those everyday normal things more than I usually would have.

It wasn’t until bedtime that I discovered what was in those four packages that had arrived.  Well, I discovered what was in one of them.  The others, I still didn’t know.

As usual, it all started with a bath.  They didn’t mention shaving my body again, for which I was glad, but they did carefully shave my face for me.  After that, Emily and Caitlin both took a washcloth to every part of my body, and they both scrubbed me vigorously.  My hair also got washed with baby shampoo.  I knew that stuff wasn’t supposed to sting my eyes if it accidentally got in them, and I was tempted to try it out.  I thought better of the idea though.

After being scrubbed clean, they both dried me off and let me brush my own teeth again.  Then they laid me down on the bed.  That was when I realized what was in one of those packages that had come in.  Diapers!  And they were very thick diapers by the looks of what I briefly saw in her hand.  Caitlin had me lift my butt and she shoved the thing under me.

“New diapers?” I asked.

“Yes” Caitlin confirmed.  “We’re trying these to see how they work.”

“It looked thick,” I told her.

She bopped me playfully on the nose and said, “That’s because someone I know wets so much every night.”

I wonder who she was talking about.

Emily moved in and did her lathering act with the baby lotion followed by the baby powder.  And then Caitlin moved in again.  I expected her to pull the diaper up between my legs, and I was actually looking forward to it, just to see how…uh…interesting it would feel.  Didn’t happen!  Instead, she and Emily rolled me over on my stomach and Emily began spreading more of that baby lotion on my butt, particularly my asshole.

“You were bad!” Caitlin told me sternly while Emily was sticking her fingers up my ass.  “Mrs. Lowrey said you were holding back, and you still haven’t made any stinkies in your diapers yet today, so we know you’re holding back.”

“You know the punishment for that,” Emily finished for her.

I immediately felt her pushing that miserable butt plug into my ass.

“Just relax,” Emily told me.  “It’ll go in easier.  But one way or another, it’s going in.”

“And it’s staying in!” Caitlin finished.  “All night this time!”

I was flabbergasted.  “All night?  No!”  But at that point, Emily managed to wiggle the darn plug in far enough past the widest point and it suddenly sucked itself into me.  “No!” I cried again.  I immediately needed to poop.  Except I knew that it wasn’t poop that I needed to…uh…poop out me.”

I got rolled over onto my back, and Caitlin pulled that new diaper up between my legs and fastened it firmly.  “Hopefully, just that one diaper should do for you at night now,” she told me.  “We’ll see how well it works in the morning.”

I could feel the thickness of the diaper between my legs, but most of my attention was on trying to poop that big plug out of my ass, that I knew I wouldn’t be able to poop out of it.

“I’ll get his bottle,” Emily said.  “Do you want to do the honors?”

“Sure,” Caitlin replied.

Emily left the room and Caitlin climbed over me onto the bed.  She pulled me up so my head was resting on her breasts.  I knew what was coming, but trust me, my attention was still on trying to push that darn plug out of my ass.  And yes, I could tell the diaper they had put on me was a lot thicker than the diapers I had been wearing.  It just still wasn’t my main point of focus.

Emily came back and handed Caitlin my bottle, and once again I had to lay there and drink it while she literally fed it to me.  I drank, but the entire time I laid there, I was still trying to poop that plug out of my backside.  As it did the last time I was in that position, the diaper prevented it from moving very far, and I got nowhere with it.

I was so absorbed with trying to get that plug out of me, that I suddenly realized I was sucking air through the bottle.  Caitlin removed the thing from my lips, leaned down and kissed me.  “Good baby,” she crooned softly.

I didn’t care, I only wanted that plug gone.

Caitlin got up and stuck my pacifier between my lips.

“Night-night, baby,” she told me softly, then she turned out the light.

I didn’t know what time it was, other than early.  I was guessing somewhere around eight o’clock.  But bedtime was always too early for me anymore.  I rolled around on the bed trying to find some position where I could actually poop that plug out of me, but nothing worked at all.  In the process, I got a good feel for how thick that diaper was between my legs, not to mention all the padding that now surrounded me.  It felt very different than even the three layers of the cheaper diapers they had been using on me.  I also noticed that the thickness of the diaper made it almost impossible for me to close my legs together.

Eventually, I got tired of trying to fight the plug.  It wasn’t going to come out no matter what I did.  I had no choice but to lay there and suffer with the need to poop.  It was such a strong need that when I felt the slightest need to pee, I pushed that out of me right away.  It seemed to take no time before that wetness disappeared into that thick diaper.

I laid there pondering how miserable my life was.  Why couldn’t they just let me die…in peace!  Every single day seemed to bring me nothing but more reason to commit suicide.  And this was supposed to be therapy for me?  I guess it was.  Therapy to show me how much dying was preferable to living.

It was only simply exhaustion that allowed me to finally fall asleep.

 

My Funny Farm - Chapter 9 – Let Me Check My Schedule – Part 2 of 2

 

My Funny Farm

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 9 – Let Me Check My Schedule – Part 2 of 2

 

The next day was Sunday.  I was sound asleep when Emily came into my room to wake me.  I was sound asleep because I had woken up too many times during the night to pee, and then trying to go back to sleep afterwards always took a long time.  My three layers of diapers felt huge surrounding my bottom.  Right there in bed, Emily removed my pacifier and handed me another bottle of baby formula to drink.  I was beginning to develop a huge hatred for that stuff, but I laid there in my bed, closed my eyes and tried to at least rest a bit more while I drank the darn thing.

When Emily finally came back, I expected her to change me, but she inspected my humongous load of diapers and declared that it looked like I could wait a little while more before she changed me.  She had to be kidding!  I had no idea how many times I had wet myself since they had stuck me in them last night.

She sat me down and fed me breakfast, but it certainly wasn’t any kind of breakfast I wanted.  It was a bowl of…something.  That’s as close as I could ever come to what it was.  I realized right away that they had fixed some kind of baby cereal for me to eat.  I tasted it.  Not tasteless, but not much flavor at all.  Despite the lack of flavor, I still considered it to taste bad.  Caitlin advised me that I either needed to eat it all myself, or she would sit there and feed me…like she had been considering doing from the start.  That was a bit of embarrassment I had a chance to avoid, so I suffered through it.  And I mean suffered!

After that, I was allowed to watch cartoons on TV for an hour.  But it was cartoons they chose, not me.  Trust me, they were the most babyish, boring, and lousy cartoons you can imagine.  But while I was sitting there, Caitlin delivered yet another baby bottle for me to drink.  Through the clear plastic of the bottle, I saw something white inside.  The baby formula was more of a darker cream color.  I figured it was milk.  I tasted it and got a surprise.  It tasted good!  Kind of sweet with a flavor I couldn’t place right away.  I drank it happily, especially since it washed the taste of that awful baby cereal out of my mouth.

After the cartoons, it was playtime again.  I had already been though that routine yesterday, so I knew what to watch and listen for to make them think I was actually playing with that stuff.

Eventually Caitlin brought me another baby bottle of something to drink while I was playing.  It turned out to be something fruity I couldn’t recognize.  It tasted a whole lot better than baby formula, even having to drink it from that bottle.

“I need you to finish that bottle before your nap,” she told me.

Nap?  Yes.  Believe it or not.  Shortly after I finished drinking that stuff, I was put down for my morning nap.  I really wished I had a clock in my room to tell how long I had to lay there and pretend to sleep, but eventually Emily came in and got me up.  And guess what, it was playtime again.  Oh goody!  In the middle of playtime, they took me out of there and fed me lunch, then dragged me right back to that same corner of my bedroom for even more playtime.  I really hated looking at those stupid toys!

After a while, Caitlin and Emily both came into the room.

“Okay baby,” Emily said.

“You’ve been real good today,” Caitlin finished.

“You can have some time looking at whatever you want on your computer.”

I couldn’t believe it.  They dragged me into my home office and sat me down in front of the computer.  At least my diaper was only wet and not messy.  Caitlin turned the computer on for me.

“I know it seems weird,” Emily told me, “but we’d prefer it if you spend your time here looking at some of that porn you like so much.”

That surprised me.  “You want me to look at it?”

“Yes!” Caitlin confirmed.  “Enjoy it.”

With that, they both walked out, leaving me alone with my pacifier, wet diaper, and my computer.  I expected to see them in a few minutes, but as time went on, they seemed to stay away.  As they suggested, I was more than happy to pull up all that porn that I had liked so much…and that I hadn’t been able to look at in a while.  Besides, I couldn’t think of anything else to look at.

The time on the computer told me I had been in there for exactly half an hour when Caitlin came back and literally shut my computer down on me, not allowing me one minute more.  Oh well, it had been the best half hour I’d had since I started this weird new life.

She dragged me back to my bedroom, not to play, but to take another nap.  Emily brought me another baby bottle to drink, stupid baby formula again, and I was soon left alone.  Alone with a baby bottle, a wet diaper, and my mind full of the images I had been looking at on the computer.  When the bottle was done, I set it on the nightstand and rolled over onto my stomach.  My groin was humping the bed before I knew it.

“Wait a minute baby,” I heard.

I was shocked!  I had been caught!  I looked up to see Caitlin standing over me.  She reached toward my face and stuck that darn pacifier in my mouth again.  “Enjoy your nap,” she said with a chuckle, before she walked out.

I couldn’t believe it.  After a few minutes of waiting to see if she would come back, guess what, I started humping again.  Sissy porn was running through my head, and I was wearing a wet diaper, a girl’s nightie, I was sucking on a pacifier, and I had just finished drinking a baby bottle full of baby formula.  It doesn’t get any better than that.

 

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When I woke up from my nap, I got out of bed and headed out to the living room.  No, I wasn’t interested in staying in there to play with my toys.  But when I got to the living room, I found Ashley with them.  It was only then that I remembered that she was supposed to see me every Sunday for “a talk.”  Whatever that meant.

“There you are,” Ashley said with a smile as she got up from her seat on the couch.  She came over and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.  “How are you?” she asked.

I didn’t bother telling her about my wet diaper or how much I wanted out of this strange new life.  “Fine!” I said curtly.

“Good,” she told me.  She took my arm.  “Come on.”

She led me back into the bedroom where she rearranged the pillows on my king-sized bed and sat up on the bed, inviting me to sit there with her.

“Is this the part where you’re going to tell me now much worse my treatment is going to get?” I asked.

“Not at all,” she replied.  “We told you everything we want you to know yesterday.  This is just Sunday.  My day to talk with you for a while.”

“About what?”

She seemed to sigh, then lean her head back and stare at the ceiling.  “I thought that maybe we’d talk about Mom today,” she told me.  “You want to know what my fondest memories are of her?”

“Sure,” I replied.  “But let me guess.  The two of you messing around in the kitchen like you used to, making a big mess of everything.”

She laughed.  “Yeah.  They were great times too.  But no, that doesn’t come to the top of my list.”

“It doesn’t?”

“Nope.  My favorite times with Mom were all the times we went shopping together.”

“I can believe that.  She loved to shop…and so did you!”

“Yeah,” she admitted.  “I’m afraid I still do.  I guess I’ve got Mom to blame for that.”

“Most likely.  She saw to it that you got enough practice.”

She laughed again.  “She certainly did that.  But oh, the fun we had together looking at things.  And don’t get me started on shopping for clothes.”

“You two bought enough over the years to clothe an entire poor country somewhere.”

Once again she laughed.  “We might have.  How about you?” she asked.  “What’s your favorite memories about her?”

“Me?  I’ve got tons of them.  I still see her everywhere…or I want to.  I go into a certain room, and I think she’s there.  I’m driving the car, and I turn to her in the seat next to me to tell her something, except she’s not there.  I even go grocery shopping, and all I think about is if it’s something she would like or approve of.”

She was still staring at the ceiling, not at me.  “I can believe it,” she replied.  “But what’s your favorite memory of her…other than the sex you two enjoyed.  I don’t need to know about that.”

“That’s something a parent doesn’t normally tell their kids!” I pointed out.

“Normally,” she agreed.  “And I did say other than that.  What’s your favorite thing?”

Now I looked up at the ceiling as well.  I sat there and thought, and thought.  “I don’t know,” I told her.  “There are so many things.  I can’t boil it down.”  I looked over at her.  “We spent a lifetime together.  It’s impossible to boil something like that down to just one thing.”

She nodded at me and stared back at the ceiling.  “Pick one thing,” she finally said.  “And tell me about it…and her.  Remind me about her,” she told me.

“Remind you?  You might have actually known her better than me.”

“Maybe,” she conceded.  “But remind me anyway.  I’d…like that.”

“Yeah, you probably would.”  I thought for a moment, then said, “She was beautiful, your mother.  I was drawn to her when we were still young kids, even before I was interested in girls or anything to do with girlfriend – boyfriend situations.  She simply…held my eyes and my mind.”

“Yeah,” she agreed.  “Mom was always pretty.  Beautiful.”

“And so are you,” I told her.  “Even now, every time I look at you I wonder how I could have sired such a beautiful woman.”

She pulled her eyes from the ceiling, rolled over, hugged me, and kissed my cheek.  Then she rolled back again and went back to looking at the ceiling.  “Keep going,” she told me.  “But not about me.  “I want to hear your thoughts about Mom.”

So I spent a little while once again telling her about how we had grown up together, gone to school together, talked together, dated together, gone to the same college together, moved in together, and had married between our junior and senior years of college to make our union official.  By that time, everyone in the world thought we were already married.

When I had finished just that much, she again rolled over, hugged me, and kissed me.  “Thanks Dad,” she told me.  I realized then that she was crying.  “I needed that.”

I hugged her tightly and tears came to my eyes too.  “Anytime,” I told her.  “I love to think about her.  More than you know.”

“I know,” she told me.  “Unfortunately, you may think about her too much.”

“Never too much,” I replied.

 

My Funny Farm - Chapter 9 – Let Me Check My Schedule – Part 1 of 2

 

My Funny Farm

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 9 – Let Me Check My Schedule – Part 1 of 2

 

It was just Emily, Bill, Caitlin, and me living in my big house, which by my count was three more people than I wanted it to be.  In fact, maybe it would be better if I moved out and let them have the big house all to themselves.  They’d probably be happier, and I knew I would be.  I’d finally be alone again where I could kill myself like I wanted to.  Now more than ever.

I had somehow managed to fall asleep despite that miserable plug in my bottom that made me feel like I needed to poop so badly it was going to kill me.  In fact, it’s possible that while I was sleeping I was still trying to poop the darn plug out of me.  What woke me up from that nap wasn’t someone turning the light on or anything  like that.  What woke me was the feeling that the need to poop was now growing more intense, and I wasn’t sure how it could get any worse to begin with.

I looked over at the clock on my nightstand, only to notice that it wasn’t there.  What?  Where was it?  Why was it missing?  Did they remove it because babies didn’t usually have the ability to tell time?  That was my best guess.  But it left me with no way of knowing what time it was or how long I had been asleep.  The only thing I knew about the time was that it was time to get up.

It was nice not being fastened to the bed like they had done to me before.  I simply got out from under the covers and stood up.  That darn plug in my bottom didn’t seem to care what position I was now in.  It stayed firmly in place, where I didn’t want it.  I could feel myself walking strangely as I headed out of my bedroom towards the living room where I could hear them watching a game on TV.  I was walking funny, not because I was wet or anything like that, I was walking strangely just because of the feel of that awful plug in my backside.  Ugh!

“Baby, you’re awake!” Emily said as soon as she noticed me.  “Did you have a nice nap?”

“No!” I told her.  “That damn thing you put in me makes me feel like I need to poop so bad it’s driving me crazy!”

She laughed, then she looked over to Caitlin.  “Do you think it’s been in long enough yet?” she asked.

Caitlin glanced at the clock.  “He took a good nap,” she replied.  “Almost an hour and a half.  That’s longer than I expected he’d sleep.  So yeah.  If you agree, we’ll take it out of him now.”

I wanted to cheer.  “Come on baby,” Caitlin said as she stood up.  “Let’s get that diaper off you.”

I literally hurried back to my bedroom where I laid flat on my back on the bed.  Caitlin and Emily came in and Emily did the honors unfastening my diaper and pulling it down between my legs.  They rolled me over onto my stomach and I felt one of them reach in and literally grab that plug in my backside and pull…hard!  I was certain my asshole was going to rip apart before it finally pulled free.  My ass though was sore, hurting, and…believe it or not, exhausted.  A feeling I don’t ever remember having there before.  They rolled me over onto my back again and Emily refastened my diaper back onto me.

“The tapes don’t want to stick again,” Emily complained.  “We’ll have to put a new diaper on him.”

“Wait!” Caitlin said quickly.  “Be right back.”  She ran off and two minutes later she ran back.  “Here,” she said as she handed Emily a roll of tape.  “Try this.”

“Perfect!” Emily declared as she pulled some tape out and refastened my diaper, trying to get it as tight as possible on me.

I expected them to let me up, but they didn’t.  Instead, Caitlin came over with a pair of scissors and another diaper.  She used it to cut slits in the cover of the diaper I was already wearing before they fastened the second diaper over the one I already had on.  I had been through double diapering before, but only for bed.  Now they were trying to do it to me during the day as well.

“Two?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Emily replied.  “ Why not?”

Why not wasn’t the question.  The question was why.

Caitlin came at me next, and I was shocked by what I saw in her hand.  Something made with a very feminine flowery patterned material.  I couldn’t tell exactly what it was since it was all bunched up in her hands.  She pulled it over my head, then fed my arms through the armholes and pulled the entire thing down my body.  The darn thing was extremely tight against my shoulders and upper chest, but it was fine everywhere else.  I looked down at the garment and was shocked.  I was even more shocked when Caitlin suddenly hugged me happily.

“I think my little nightie looks great on you baby.”

Her nightie?  I was still sitting, but I could already tell that for a nightie it didn’t seem to come down very far.  Where was the rest of it?

Caitlin backed away and Emily pointed over toward the far side of my bed.  “We put a few toys for you over in the corner,” she told me.  “Go play with them.  Don’t come out of this room!  You’re not allowed to watch TV right now.  This is playtime, so go play.”

Toys?  Play?  I wasn’t certain I wanted to find out what kind of “toys” they had put out for me.  Once again though, they didn’t seem to be giving me any choice in the matter.  I wandered over to the corner of my room where I saw three colorful…toys, if you could call them that.  Some kind of spindle thing that held some colorful plastic rings of different sizes, a pile of small soft foam cubes in all different colors, and a soft stuffed doll that was dressed in some kind of pink dress that was half painted on.  The doll was tiny, not much bigger than my hand.  I looked at the pile of toys and wondered how anyone, even a baby, was supposed to play with them.  They were useless.  All of them.

I turned toward Emily who was still in the room watching me.

“Play!” she told me.  “With the toys.  Enjoy yourself.  We’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes.”

She was coming back?  Darn!  I desperately looked around my room for something else to occupy myself with, but I didn’t see anything, not even a book or something I could read.  But worrying about that didn’t last very long.  I quickly had an even more immediate problem occupying my mind instead of the toys.  They had just pulled that plug from my ass, taking away my need to poop along with it, except now that need was back again…in spades!  It hit me fast and hard.  And worse, my asshole was still tired from being stretched like it had been.  Despite trying my best to hold back, before I knew it, I was helplessly filling the seat of my diaper with something I very much didn’t want there.  In no time I realized that butt plug had been a two-pronged attack against me.  The pain and discomfort of having it in my ass, and it had stimulated my system to make me poop and made it more difficult than ever to keep from messing myself.

I was angrier than ever over it, and I was left with nothing I could do about it.  They were coming back in a few minutes.  Now I wanted them back even sooner.  Back to change me!  I didn’t go near those toys, not that I wanted to anyway.  I stood there in the middle of the room trying to figure out what to do now.  With that load in my diaper, I didn’t want to move.  Fortunately, it wasn’t long before Caitlin came back into the bedroom.

“You’re not playing,” she complained.

I noticed the baby bottle in her hand.  Not what I wanted.  I wanted my diaper changed.  “Um…I’ve got a problem,” I started.

She got near me and stopped, sniffing the air.  “Somebody made a stinkie,” she realized.  “Don’t worry baby, we put two diapers on you.  You should be good for quite a while.  Here’s your bottle.  Now go play with your toys.”

She wasn’t going to change me?  Wasn’t leaving me in dirty diapers too long one of the big things that had come out when the police threatened to arrest them all?

“Here’s your bottle,” she said, handing me the baby bottle I didn’t want.  Now go play!  Learn to enjoy those toys.  You’ve already lost your TV privileges for the afternoon because of your bad behavior and we’ve got a while still before dinner.

“How about the computer?” I asked.  “You mentioned it earlier.”

“That would have happened before your nap.  You blew that privilege too.  So I suggest you learn to play with those toys.  You don’t want to rack up even more punishments.”

More punishments?  It sounded like they were taking away things that would have been a lot more interesting than those silly…things…in the corner of my room.  Why couldn’t they have taken away my privilege for playtime instead?

“Play!” she ordered and stood there with a stern look on her face. 

Uncertainly, I took a step in the direction of those…toys.  Then another step.  She stood there watching me until I reached the corner.  I didn’t sit.  Not with that load in my diaper.  I dropped to my knees instead.  Now what was I supposed to do?  I picked up one of the small blocks.

“Don’t forget your bottle?” she said.

I watched as she turned and walked out.  Don’t forget my bottle.  Huh!  As if I wanted it.  I removed the pacifier from my mouth and took a swig of whatever juice was in the bottle.  Hm!  Grape juice this time.  Pretty good.  I could deal with that.  It would have been better if they had put some beer in there for me, but I was guessing that might be one of those privileges I would have to earn.  Now, how the heck do you play with…uselessness?

It seemed like every little while, someone would walk into my room to check on me.  Every time I heard one of them coming, I grabbed one of the toys and either held it or piled it on top of another toy.  They never stayed long, and I never needed to do more than that.  Of course, my room was beginning to smell a bit…uh, bad after a while.  And the longer I stayed there not playing, the worse it got.  I just hoped they weren’t going to blame me for the problem, even though the problem came from me in the first place.

They didn’t change me until just before dinner.  Trust me, I was more than glad for the change, and judging by the way they weren’t happy with my smell, I was guessing they were happy too.

From the few comments I heard them make, there in my bedroom then later during dinner, I was getting the impression that there was some kind of organized schedule that was supposed to be attached to my life.  I was still too new to it all to figure it out yet, but that’s the impression I was getting.

Immediately after dinner, Emily and Caitlin assigned me the chore of clearing the table, loading the dishwasher, and generally cleaning up the kitchen.  After that, Emily dragged me into the laundry room where she kept me busy keeping everyone’s laundry up to date.  As soon as the dishwasher finished though, I was sent back to the kitchen to unload it.  After that, it was more playtime.  At least this time I wasn’t messy, although shortly after I started to not play, I was stuck with a wet diaper.

Eventually Caitlin and Emily came in and dragged me into the bathtub where they again shaved my entire body.  After that, I was given the privilege of brushing my own teeth, although the two women had differing opinions over whether they should allow me to do it myself or not.  After that, I was dressed in three diapers for the night along with that too tight and too short nightie of Caitlin’s.  Caitlin laid down on my bed and I was put on the bed next to her.  She pulled me over so that my head was resting near her breasts.  Then she shoved the nipple of yet another baby bottle in my mouth.  Baby formula again.  Yuck!  The last thing I wanted to taste before having to go to sleep.

As soon as the bottle was done, my pacifier got shoved back in my mouth and the covers were pulled over me.  Both Caitlin and Emily kissed me and said they loved me, and the light was turned out.  I wished I knew what time it was, but I no longer had a clock in my room.  All I knew was that it was a lot earlier than I wanted to go to sleep.  Consequently, sleep didn’t happen for a very long time.

 

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My Funny Farm - Chapter 8 – My Funny Farm or Yours

 

My Funny Farm

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 8 – My Funny Farm or Yours

 

Having to sit down and eat when your bladder is bursting to pee is not fun!  Once my little talk was done with James and Ashley, they took off to go home and I was left in the care of Emily, Caitlin, and Bill.  So far, other than being stuck in a diaper under my pants, they were all being nice as hell to me.  Did I dare ask to be allowed to use the bathroom?  Something told me that if I did, one of them would decide to impose one of those punishments on me that James and Ashley had talked about…that were now growing even foggier in my pill messed brain.  So I fought with my need to pee, while I attempted to eat some kind of pasta concoction that Emily had come up with for lunch…oh, and of course keep working on that baby bottle of orange juice they had given me earlier.  I had to pee so bad though that drinking anything wasn’t in my best interest.

Since they were all treating me so nice, I was starting to think that maybe after lunch they might let me sit down with them and watch some TV or something.  Nope!  Didn’t happen.  When lunch ended, Caitlin asked me to help clear the table and load the dishwasher.  The moment all that was done, Emily was there groping my pants in a rather uncomfortable way.

“I can’t feel well enough with those pants on,” she stated, sounding frustrated.  I don’t really think she was frustrated by my pants at all.  I think she had it planned.  “Hold still, baby,” she told me, emphasizing the baby word.  I got the point and stood there while she undid by pants and pulled them down to my ankles.  Then the rude groping started all over again.  “I certainly hope you’re not holding back,” she accused.  “You’re still dry!”

“Which means you don’t have to worry about changing me,” I told her, hoping to put her mind at rest.

“I wasn’t going to change you anyway,” she replied snarkily.

“Then why did you check?” I asked.

“To see if you’re wet of course, and how bad.  Stupid baby.  Here,” she said.  “Step out of those pants,” she told me.  “You don’t need them.”

With the shoes still on my feet, she helped me get my pants over them and off.  She handed me my still mostly full baby bottle and pointed to the floor.  “Sit!” she ordered.  “And finish that bottle.”

“Can I sit in my chair in the living room?” I asked.

“No!  Babies belong on the floor!  Sit!  Right there!” she said, pointing to that same spot in the kitchen.

Doing my best to put up with this new life, I sat on the floor feeling totally stupid.

“And don’t get up till I say you can,” she told me next.  “I want to see that bottle finished, and I had better see you in a wet diaper very soon.”

I couldn’t believe that.  “You want to see me wet?”

“Yes!  I need to know you’re not holding back…like I think you are.”  She leaned down toward me and ran her hand lovingly against my face.  “If you hold back,” she said softly, “then when you wet, you’re going to flood your diaper and there’s more of a chance of it leaking.  If you don’t hold back, then you’ll pee more often, but a lot less will come out, and that diaper will have time to absorb it better.  Your choice, be left in a leaky diaper and then get punished for it each time, or keep wetting as soon as you can, and be a lot more comfortable and happier.  Now finish that bottle so we can give you some computer time before your nap.”  With that, she stood up and walked away.

Had she said computer time?  I was almost sure she had.  But my head was still spinning over her trying to give me reasons to not hold back when I needed to pee.  Not that I was going to listen to those reasons of course.  Not wetting myself was too firmly ingrained in my system.

I stuck the bottle nipple in my mouth and sort of sucked, but with as badly as I needed to pee, I wasn’t the least bit interested in drinking any of it.  I sat there and squirmed, trying not to wet myself, while I mostly chewed on that nipple, taking only little bits of the juice here and there when I thought about it.

As I squirmed where I sat, my mind was not only on my need to pee, I was also trying to consider ending this farce of what they were calling treatment.  Besides, I didn’t need any kind of therapy.  I was perfectly happy with wanting to be left all alone and most likely ending my life on my own terms.  Misery because my wife had left me behind, and now misery with the way my entire family was treating me.

I remembered how I had gotten out of it last time.  I had complained!  I had let my frustrations out to Doctor Clive, and she had come through for me.  Maybe that’s all I needed to do this time too.  Stick up for myself and act like a man.  Fight back!  In fact, maybe that’s what they really wanted out of me, to see me stand up for myself and show them that I’m alive and I’m not going to lay down and submit to whatever they claimed they wanted.

And of course, that was when I felt the pee starting to escape.  I fought with it, but I already knew it was useless to try and hold it.  Why had I bothered?  Unless I got out of that diaper and simply moved myself to the bathroom and peed like I should, then there was no use holding back.  With a silent sigh, I let loose completely, and the pee flooded out of me for what seemed like forever.  The inside of my diaper felt like a warm bath.  After Emily’s little talk, I was indeed worried about leaking.

But now that I had my peeing problem out of the way, I felt it was time to reassert myself.  I stood up, feeling all that yucky wetness moving around inside my diaper.  I felt around the edges of the waistband.  Nope!  I didn’t feel any kind of leaks at all.  Emily had been trying to conn me again.  Well, I was done with that.  I set my mostly full baby bottle on the counter and headed purposely out to the living room, intending on heading to my bedroom to change out of that diaper, and maybe get a shower in the process.  Then I was going to lay my anger on all of them.  Maybe I should throw them all out of the house as well.  It was my house after all.

Waddling uncomfortably in that puddle filled diaper, I did my best to stride boldly out of the kitchen and into the living room where Emily, Bill, and Caitlin were watching TV.

“Did you finish your bottle, baby?” Emily asked.

“Go to hell!” I replied nastily.  “I’m getting a shower!”

“Whoa!” Caitlin exclaimed as she jumped to her feet.

“I’m a grown man, not a baby,” I told her.  “It’s time I started acting like it, and it’s time you all started treating me that way.  This is my life and my house, and you can all get out!”

“But Gramps,” Emily said.  “You agreed to this treatment.”

“Well now I’m unagreeing.  Go to hell!  All of you!”

“I’ll call Dad,” Caitlin said as she hurried to grab her phone.

I left them all and headed for my master bedroom shower.  It felt great to shower again in my own shower.  My house.  My bathroom.  My shower!  The water was hot and felt fantastic.  I stood under it and let it run over me for the longest time.  It didn’t really wash away any of my frustrations, but it certainly felt good.

I had just finally turned the water off and was getting ready to grab my towel when I heard, “Dad?”  James’ voice.

“Go to hell!  All of you!” I yelled back.”

“Dad!  What’s going on?” James asked as he intruded into the personal space of my bathroom. 

I quickly wrapped the towel around my still wet, naked body.  But it wasn’t just James that forced his way into what was supposed to be my private sanctum, both Doctor Clive and that woman detective came in with him.  “What are you doing here?” I demanded.  “Get out!  Leave!”

“No!” that woman detective replied firmly.

“Dad,” James said.  “You agreed to this treatment.”

“And now I’m not agreeing,” I told him.  “It’s stupid!  Now get out!  All of you!  And tell Emily and everyone else to start looking for somewhere else to live too.  This is my house, and my life, and I’m tired of everyone else trying to run it for me.”

“No problem, Mr. Bryson,” that detective told me.

Hooray!  Somone was going to listen to me. 

“We’ll take you back to the behavioral center just as soon as you get dressed.”

“You’ll what?”

“I was against you being released anyway,” she told me.  “It’s a bad idea!  That center is where you need to be.”

“Like hell!” I replied.  “There’s no way I’m going back into that place.  The people there are…nuts!  Not to mention, I had a high school kid for a doctor.”

“He wasn’t in high school, and you know it!” Doctor Clive argued.

“Well, it sure seemed like it,” I told her.

“I’m sorry,” the detective said.  “You don’t have a choice.  Now get dressed.  We’re going to see to it that you get back where you belong.”

“That damn place is not where I belong!” I argued.  “This is my home.  This is where I belong!”

She shook her head.  Not if you’re such a danger to yourself.”

“It’s my life!” I yelled.

“And we don’t care,” Doctor Clive told me.  “If you won’t submit to the treatment we outlined for you here at home, then you’re going back.  Now!”

“You call this treatment?”

“Yes!” Clive replied.

“Even the high school kid made more sense than this.”

“And we’re taking you right back to him, just as soon as you get dressed,” the detective told me.

I didn’t know what to do.  “So you’re telling me the only choices I have are to either stay here and put up with…stupid embarrassment that doesn’t make sense, or go back to that looney bin where even my own doctor doesn’t make any sense.”

“That’s what it boils down to,” Clive confirmed stubbornly.

“Nothing else!” the detective agreed.  “Like I said, that looney bin as you called it is where you need to be.  And that’s the only reason I’m here now, to see to it that you get there.”

I shook my head.  “I don’t want to go back there.”

“And evidently you don’t want to stay here either,” James said.

“Not if it means putting up with…whatever it was that everyone is trying to do to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Doctor Clive said.  “But those are your only two choices.  The family’s therapy for you, or the behavioral center where you really belong.  Now which is it going to be?  And hurry up.  My sister and I were enjoying a family get-together to come here and take care of you.”

I glared angrily at her and that detective.  “The funny farm, or the even funnier farm,” I muttered.

“Your choice, but make it quick, or we’re going to choose it for you by loading you into the car and taking you back downtown,” the detective told me.

“Shit!” I exclaimed loudly.  “I hate you all!”

“Fine with me,” Clive replied.  “That doesn’t bother me one bit.  Now, will you please get dressed so we can get you out of here.  And if you don’t, trust me, there’s enough of us here to simply dress you ourselves.”

They were right.  There were too many of them to fight.  Plus, Emily, Bill, and Caitlin out in the…oh, they were all watching from the bathroom doorway.  “I don’t want to go back to that…insane asylum,” I said.  “I can’t stand that place.”

“Then you’re going to have to put up with the treatment you’ll be getting here instead,” Doctor Clive told me.

“No.”

“Yes!  It’s either this or the center downtown.”

“No.” I said again.

“Come on,” the detective said.  “Let’s get him dressed.  Someone want to grab his clothes?”

“Damn it, no!” I said more firmly.

“Then what’s it going to be?” Clive asked me.  “We told you your choices, and they’re the only two choices you have.  The behavioral center, or the treatment outlined for you here.”

“I’m not going back to that…place,” I muttered.

“So you’re saying you’re going to submit completely to the treatment the family has for you and stop complaining about it?” Doctor Clive asked.

I looked up at her.  I looked around at everyone else.

“He belongs in that center,” the detective stated firmly.

“Which is it?” Clive demanded.  “Evidently you agreed to the treatment here earlier.  What changed?”

“It’s stupid!  They’re making me feel stupid,” I replied.

“True, and true,” she agreed.  “So are you ready to go downtown instead?”

I had to consider that.  Since they had shown up so quickly to force me back into that looney bin, I realized they weren’t giving me any other choices.  It was either one bad place or another.  If I went downtown, I would be saddled with everyone there that I hated.  But if I stayed here, I would be subjected to abject humiliation for the foreseeable future.  Plus, based on the fact that they had shown up here so quickly, including that policewoman, if I complained again, they really would force me back into that loony bin, and fast!  But…if I stayed here, at least I’d be in my own house and away from people I not only didn’t know, but I didn’t want to know or have around me.  People who were seriously nuts!

Like it or not, I muttered.  “I’ll stay here.”

“Ugh!” Detective Kinsley groaned.

“Fine!” Doctor Clive stated.  “Just remember, try to back out again and we’ll be back.  And next time there will be no choices.  You’ll go back to the city behavioral center, and stay there!”

I simply glared angrily at her, letting her know I wasn’t happy.

“Okay,” James said after we had all stood there looking at each other for a few moments.  “Maybe we better get him back into the program.  Em?  Caitlin?”

The two girls came in and Emily took the towel from around me, this time exposing my naked body to not just them, but everyone.  She used the towel to dry my body.

“Can we go now?” Detective Kinsley asked her sister.  “If we’re not going to take him back where he belongs, then I see no reason to stay.  I’d like to get back to the family.”

“Yeah,” Doctor Clive agreed.  “Me too.”  She looked to James.  “You’ve got my number.  Call if you need me.”

“Thanks,” James told her.  “I appreciate you both coming out like this.”

I was simply happy to see her and the woman detective, who was evidently her sister, go!

Emily grabbed my hand and led me out of my bathroom.  She took me over to the bed and had me lay on it again, on top of a stretched-out diaper.  Once again it looked like Caitlin and Emily were going to do their duo diapering trick on me.  I laid there and let Emily lather me up front and back, but Caitlin didn’t finish the job.  Instead, she turned to her father.

“Dad,” Caitlin said softly, looking at the bedroom doorway.  “Are they gone?”

James turned to Bill.  “Want to check to see if they’ve left yet.”

Bill hurried out of the room.  He was back less than a minute later.  “Gone!” he confirmed.

“What’s up?” James asked his daughter.

“One of the things we discussed,” Caitlin told him.  “Emily said he was purposely holding back on wetting himself earlier, plus, he just caused a big mess of everything afterwards.  Should he be punished, or did you want to wait on anything like that since we’re just starting?”

Punished?  They had to be kidding!  I hoped.

James considered that.  “No,” he said.  “We decided on the rules and how we should treat him.  It’s better if we’re as consistent with everything as possible.  So go ahead, at least with the one for holding back.”

“Good!” Emily replied.  “I think he deserves it.”

“So do I,” Caitlin agreed.

Now I was suddenly very worried.

“I’ll get it,” Caitlin said as she walked over toward my dresser.

“Roll over, baby,” Emily told me as she pushed on my body, helping me to turn over onto my stomach.

“What’s going on?” I asked, more than a bit frightened.

“You’re getting punished for holding back and not peeing as soon as you needed to,” Emily told me.

“You’re going to spank me?” I asked, not believing it.

“We could,” Emily replied.  “But that’s not our primary punishment for that problem.”

A moment later, I felt her putting more of that greasy stuff on me.  But it wasn’t being spread all over my bottom like she did a minute ago.  This time she was shoving a bunch of it right into my asshole.  “Hey!” I complained.

“Here,” Caitlin said as she came around to my head and suddenly shoved a pacifier in my mouth.  “Suck it!” she ordered.  “And shut up!”

I had barely gotten that thing in my mouth though when I felt something else being put up against my asshole.  Something hard that Emily was pushing on.  She kept pushing and pushing, and the thing felt like it was getting bigger and bigger as it spread my ass wider and wider.

“Uhhh!” I complained with that pacifier in my mouth, trying to tell them it was hurting.  “Stop!” I cried.

“Almost there baby,” Emily replied.

All of a sudden, the pressure forcing my ass to get wider changed and whatever it was seemed to go all the way in, all at once.  My ass wasn’t spread as wide as it had been, but it was still being held wider than I was used to.  I realized what they had done to me.  They had put some kind of butt plug in me.

Before I could complain further, Emily said.  “Roll over again baby.”

Between Emily and Caitlin, I was rolled all the way over onto my back.  Caitlin pulled that diaper up firmly between my legs and fasted it.

“Nap time, baby,” Emily told me as soon as Caitlin was done.  “And make sure you keep that pacifier in your mouth and keep sucking on it!  Remember it’s another punishment if you don’t.”

I wasn’t the least bit interested in the pacifier, I was more concerned with what was now stuck in my bottom, and even more so with the feeling that I desperately felt like I needed to poop.  I ignored the fact that Caitlin was pulling the covers up over me as I tried to push that darn plug out of me.  The difficulty factor was enormous, but I grunted and groaned trying.

Emily leaned over and kissed me on my forehead.  “Love you baby,” she said softly.

Caitlin was right behind her as I continued to fight with that plug in my bottom.  She kissed me on the cheek.  “Love you baby,” she said as well.

I was still ignoring both of them.  The only thing that concerned me was my invaded asshole, and trying to get that darn thing out.

The lights in my room were turned out and everyone left me alone.  All of that barely registered, I was too busy trying to expel that uncomfortable plug.  I fought and fought, and pushed and pushed, and finally I felt it moving out.  It immediately stretched my asshole a lot wider as it did.  Too wide.  Painfully wide.  But then it suddenly stopped and no matter how hard I pushed, it refused to budge another fraction of an inch.  I realized my damn diaper was so tight it was preventing the plug from coming out.  As long as I was wearing it, the plug wasn’t going to come out of me.

I had no choice, feeling like I desperately needed to poop, I gave up and relaxed and the damn plug felt like it snapped itself back into me.  What was I going to do?  I unconsciously chewed on my pacifier as I tried to come to grips with the problem.  The plug wasn’t going to come out until they took it out, and taking it out was probably going to hurt…a lot!  I didn’t see any way around that.

Doing my best to relax, despite that plug, I suddenly yawned.  While I had been stuck in that city behavioral center, I had taken a nap twice a day, mostly for lack of anything better to do.  Now they were forcing me to take one here.  Well, I was tired.  Of course, that last pill the center people had given me was still in my system, making me feel a bit lethargic as well.  I couldn’t wait to get them out of my system completely.  But in the meantime, maybe a nap wouldn’t be so bad.

I closed my eyes, trying to sleep.  The butt plug felt strange and bothersome, especially since it stimulated my need to poop so badly.  I tried to concentrate instead on the feel of the plug that was in my mouth.  Instead of chewing on it, I sucked it gently, trying to will the darn thing to grant me some kind of relief from the anxiety that was filling me.  I did everything possible to concentrate on that.  Suck and feel relief.  Suck and feel relief.  Suck and…

Somewhere in all that, despite needing to poop so badly, I fell asleep.

At least I was home, here in my own version of a funny farm.  But all I could think about was that I had more reason than ever to commit suicide.

My Funny Farm - Chapter 7 – Overwhelmed – Part 2 of 2

 

My Funny Farm

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 7 – Overwhelmed – Part 2 of 2

 

“Dad,” James said, bringing me back to the situation.  He looked down briefly at his papers then back at me.  “The first thing is that you’ll be going back to having sessions with Doctor Clive every Tuesday afternoon.  In addition, you’ll also be having sessions each week with me and another one with Ashley.  You’ll talk with me every Friday and Ashley on Sundays.”

“And here’s something you might want to keep in mind,” Ashley said.  “Other than in those sessions, every time anyone hears you say you want to die or commit suicide, it will result in punishments for you.  However, we want you to discuss those suicide issues during your sessions with us and Doctor Clive.  That’s the only time you’re going to be allowed to talk about wanting to kill yourself.”

As I searched for something to say about that, I suddenly saw that maybe there was some kind of therapy method to all this madness after all.  I wound up saying nothing about it.

“Just so you know,” James said.  “Not being honest with us when we talk will result in punishments for you.  But conversely, being honest and fully open with us will result in rewards instead.”

“Punishments?” I said, concerned.  “Rewards?”

“But beware!” Ashley added.  “Asking for rewards will get you punishments instead.  Those are our decisions, not yours!”

I was starting to get the picture that they were planning on being fairly strict about things.

“Dad,” James said.  “Just so you know, we’re also going to punish you just because one of us doesn’t think you’re acting babyish enough, and we’re going to be very liberal with the punishments until you learn.  But also remember, the more you behave like we want, the more rewards you get.”

“What kind of rewards?” I asked.  Ashley’s next statement though told me they were once again ignoring my question.

“Your status among us,” Ashley said, “will be that of a baby.  All the time.  Even when we don’t have you acting like a baby.”

“Or a sissy baby,” James added for clarification.  “Depending on our whims.”

“Right,” Ashley agreed.  “There will be times when you will be required to act more like an adult and do chores, or go shopping, or any other things we want, but you will still be considered a baby, and you will be treated as such as much as possible.”

That surprised me.  “Adult time?  Chores?”

Not necessarily every day,” Ashley continued, “but most days you will be expected to do some kind of easy chores that we decide on, but you will still be dressed and expected to behave like as much of a baby as possible.”

“Other than our talk sessions,” James added, “those chore times will probably be as close to being an adult as you’re ever allowed to get.”

“We expect you to learn to live, act, and think like a baby as much as possible,” Ashley explained.  “In some cases, we may even ask you to talk more like a baby as well.  We want to see you completely give up being an adult.  We also expect you to not just learn to play with the toys you are given, but to actually enjoy playing with them.”

“Toys?” I asked.

“Dad,” James said.  “In some cases, we won’t be telling you how we expect you to behave.  We’re going to want you to learn those things on your own.”

I wondered what that meant.  I didn’t ask since they seemed to be ignoring my questions.

“Don’t worry too much,” Ashley said.  “We don’t expect you to be able to behave fully like a baby the way we want right away, but I’m afraid we’re still going to punish you for not behaving like we want, just to teach you what we expect of you.”

She said don’t worry about it?  When they still planned on punishing me?  Hey, hadn’t they said I shouldn’t worry about anything at all?  Heck, I was already worried about whatever punishments they had in mind.

“You will of course be expected to use your diapers fully,” Ashley told me.  “And never even ask to use a toilet for anything.  Just asking for that will result in punishments.  And Dad, you don’t want to actually try to use one.  Trust me!”

That sounded ominous.  I didn’t get a chance to think more about it as James continued.

“We’re going to encourage you to use your diapers freely and not hold back in any way at all,” James said.  “If we suspect you’ve been holding back, we will enforce punishments.  If we can see that you’ve obviously not been holding back, then we will reward that behavior.”

Something told me I was going to have to see what they meant by rewards and punishments.  It was possible I might not care about their punishments or their rewards.

“Don’t ask to have your diapers changed,” Ashley said next.  “It could lead to increased time in dirty diapers.”

Okay, that was one I had already experienced, and it had led to diaper rash.  Hey, hadn’t that been one of the reasons the police had wanted to arrest them all?

“Another thing,” Ashley continued.  “You will be expected to get used to keeping a pacifier in your mouth all the time, and actually suck on it.  Not sucking might result in punishment.  Sucking might result in rewards.  Like I said, you’ll be expected to suck on it.”

I was wondering just how many of these rules they had come up with.  It was getting hard to keep track of them all.  Especially with my pill fogged brain.

“At least one meal a day for you will be nothing but baby food,” James told me.  “And that meal will change depending on what we want.  You have no choice in the matter.  You may even get all baby food some days, and it may not be for punishment, but to help remind you of your status.”

My status?  Baby.  That much had already been explained.

“I’m sure you won’t be surprised at all by this next one,” Ashley said.  “From now on, the only thing you’re going to be drinking from is baby bottles.”

Yeah, she was right.  In fact, I was holding one in my hands right now.  I stuck the nipple briefly in my mouth and took a swig.  Hm.  Orange juice.  And it tasted good.  Unlike the flavor of all the rules they were throwing at me.

“When you’re here at home,” James said next, “if we allow you to wear anything other than a diaper, it will most likely be something feminine or sissyish.  Like everything else, you’re not going to have a choice in the matter.”

Feminine?  Sissyish?  Weren’t they the same?  It was another cause for concern though.

“In fact,” Ashley said, “you’ll be expected to wear whatever we decide, even in public, and we decided that we’re going to do it, even if it embarrasses you to no end.  And of course, complaining or trying to change how you’re dressed will result in severe punishments.”

I know she said in public there.  And I was pretty sure she said they were planning on embarrassing me with it.  And they wanted me to relax?  Enjoy this?  It was sounding more and more like a nightmare!

“The last time,” James started, “we know that Emily and Jared kept you stuck in front of the TV to watch cartoons all the time.  You’re still going to get to watch them, but not like before.  From now on, you’re going to be limited to no more than four hours of TV a day, and that will be broken up between morning and afternoon sessions.  But let me be honest here, that four hours is only if you earn yourself some additional TV time.  On a normal day we’re going to limit it to only two hours, and we will decide what cartoons you watch.”

“Unless you’ve earned the right to watch something of your choice,” Ashley added.  “Otherwise, our cartoon choices are going to be the most babyish ones we can find.”

I quickly remembered that I had already come up with some favorites.  It sounded like I was going to have to earn the privilege of getting to watch them.

“I know you’re probably wondering about what kind of rewards and punishments we’ve come up with,” James said.  “I’m afraid we’re still working on the list, but here’s some of the rewards.”  He looked down and read from his paper.  “One.  Reducing or removal of pending punishments.  Two.  Vibrator applied by an adult to the point where they decide if you’ve been teased enough, or they actually allow you to have an orgasm.  And that’s up to whoever is using it on you.  Three.  Watch some of the cartoons you want, but no more than during the daily time allowed.  Four.  Increased adult time.”

That one quickly caught my attention, but he was moving on before I could ask about it.

“Five.  Computer time in half hour increments up to two hours a day.  And just so you know, we’re encouraging you to look at your favorite porn.  In fact, believe it or not, we’d prefer that you spend your time with it.”

Prefer it?  That was hard to believe.

“Six.  If you’ve been good enough, you can watch an adult TV show of your choice, but sports will require you to build up to three shows since they’re so long.”

Ugh!  Wouldn’t you know it.  The one thing I’d want to watch, and I’d have to earn it…a lot.  I briefly wondered what he meant by good enough.

“Seven.  And this one is one we’ve only been considering, just because I know you actually enjoy it so much.  If you’ve earned it, we’ll allow you no more than half an hour to go out and cut the grass if it needs it.”

“I like that!” I said quickly.

“I know,” he replied.  “It’s the only reason we’re…considering it.  It’s not in there yet though.  And don’t forget, you’re probably going to have to earn it by showing us just how good a baby you can be.”

He had to go and spoil it.

“Um…he said.  “We’ve got a few other things here that we’re going to consider to be rewards, that you may not think of that way.”

“What’s that mean?” I asked.

“Just three things for now,” he told me.  “Like I said, we haven’t really had a lot of time to put this together, but we’re working on it.  I have a feeling that this section will probably grow a bit before very long.”

I was tempted to ask what those items were, but I said nothing.  I already knew he was going to lay them on me.

“First,” he said.  “You get to wear nail polish, like it or not.”

I stared at him in disbelief.  Get to wear?  And that was supposed to be a reward?  I didn’t understand that one at all.

“Second, you get more girly clothes to wear.  We’ll be buying you some anyway, but you’ll get more new things.  And third, more baby toys to play with.  And like we said, we do expect you to not just play with them, but to enjoy playing with them.”

I had no doubt he was kidding.  In fact, he had to be kidding about all of it.  Something worried me though that he might not be kidding at all.

“Ash,” he said as he looked at Ashley.

“Oh,” she said.  “You want me to tell him all the bad stuff.  Figures!”

I was guessing she was going to let me know what punishments they had in store for me.

“Like James said earlier, we’re still coming up with things.  I already know this list isn’t complete yet.”

And I already knew I didn’t want to hear any of it.

“The first thing on the list of punishments for you is reducing or removal of some of your rewards.  The next thing is you’ll have to watch cartoons you don’t like.  Here’s one you’re already familiar with.  If you’ve been bad, we might remove the use of your hands for a day.”

Yeah, I remembered those darn bondage mitts well.

“The next thing on the list is to have some of your adult meals changed to baby food instead.”

That didn’t sound very appetizing.

“Another punishment might be to make you spend more time in your dirty diapers.”

I remembered they had already mentioned that, and I already wasn’t looking for to it…or to the diaper rash I would probably get.

“Or,” Ashley continued, “you might find yourself forced to crawl on your hands and knees for an entire day.”

Okay.  I wondered how bad that could be.  Better than some things I was sure.

“And I’m sorry to say this,” she continued, “if we don’t like some of the things that come out of your mouth, you will get your mouth washed out with soap.  So I suggest you watch carefully what you say from now on.”

They would actually try to do that to me?  Of course they would!  But the question was, what would they consider to be something they wouldn’t want to hear me say?

“We’ve also included the option to spank you whenever we deem necessary,” Ashley told me next.  “And if we do, I can guarantee we’ll make it hurt to the point where you’re red and sore for a while.”

Hey!  Didn’t that fall under the abuse category they were trying to avoid?  I didn’t mention that though.

“And finally,” Ashley said.  “You may be punished by having a butt plug shoved up your ass, or possibly an enema given to you.  Especially if you try to hold back or don’t mess your diapers every day like we want you to.”

Butt plug?  Enemas?  Neither of them sounded like fun.  In fact, none of their punishments sounded like fun.  Not to mention, this whole new way of life for me was nothing but a punishment that didn’t sound like fun, even though they seemed to think it would be for me.  They were nuts!  And I was the one who had been put into the funny farm, not them.

“I’m afraid that’s as far as we’ve gotten so far,” James told me.  “Like we said, we’re still working on it.”

It sounded like enough to me.  Too much!  So much that I was pretty much overwhelmed by it all.  My pill fogged brain couldn’t even remember everything they had told me.

“Dad,” Ashly said.  “I’m afraid there’s one other thing we need you to do.”

“And it’s important!” James added.

“What?” I asked.

“We need you to sign a consent form for all of this.”

I was flabbergasted.  “A what?”

“We don’t want to get sent to jail for nonconsent to any of it!” Ashley told me.

“But I didn’t press charges last time.  You’re family.  I can’t!”

“We just want to make sure,” James told me.  “And the form also officially says you want me to be the executor of your affairs.”

“All this,” Ashley said, “believe it or not, is for your benefit.  To help you.”

I shook my head.  I didn’t say it, but it was hard to believe.  “And if I don’t sign your consent?”

“Then we’ll take you right back to the behavioral center.  Immediately!” James told me.  “We’ve…got no choice.  We only managed to get you out of there with Doctor Clive’s help, and because she told the people there that we had a workable plan of therapy for you.”

I looked at him in disbelief.  It finally dawned on me fully.  “So it’s either the funny farm downtown or…this?” I said as I nodded toward the papers in his hand.

“Yes,” James confirmed.  “I’m afraid so.”

As much as I hated to believe it, it was no contest at all.  I had hated that behavioral center with a passion.  The damn drugs were still clouding my brain.  I wanted them gone and I did not want to go back to that place for anything in the world.  “I won’t go back there,” I told him.  “Like it or not, I’ll sign your paper and agree to this…lack of respect.  Instead of the city funny farm, since this is my home, I guess it’s now going to be…my funny farm.”