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.