My Funny Farm - Chapter 17 – And In Walked a Nightmare – Part 1 of 2

 

My Funny Farm

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 17 – And In Walked a Nightmare – Part 1 of 2

 

“Good morning babyyyy!”

Ugh!  Why the hell did Emily and Caitlin both have to be so cheerful about it?  This time it was Emily who woke me up.  Two seconds later, I had a baby bottle full of baby formula stuck between my lips.  At least my hands were free so I could hold the thing myself.  I was also happy that those miserable booties with the spikes in the soles were gone from my feet.  I was glad they had removed them last night before they put me to bed.  I hadn’t been looking forward to trying to sleep with them on.

I drank my morning bottle with my usual required rhythm.  Actually, it never even occurred to me to not drink it that way.  Besides, what else was I going to do?  Emily had given me the bottle, but she hadn’t bothered to lower the side of my crib.  I was still staring out at my nursery through prison bars.

As far as I could tell, all was back to being business as usual, but then my day had just started.  Who knew what surprises it might bring?  When my bottle was empty, Caitlin got me out of my crib, and I was able to walk to the breakfast table where I got to eat eggs and bacon by myself.  Then Emily took me back to my room where she changed my diaper and stuck me in another skirt outfit…that I secretly loved but would never let anyone else know.  I got sat down in front of the TV to watch those same stupid cartoons with another bottle of that nutritional drink, this time chocolate flavored.

And that was when my day went to hell.  Literally!

“Hello everybody!” Nichole’s voice sang as she walked in from the garage.  It was only then that I remembered that Nichole had volunteered to watch me instead of having Mrs. Lowrey come in.  That fact concerned me.

A few minutes later, both Emily and Caitlin kissed me goodbye and wished me a good day, and I was left alone with Nichole.  She walked over to me in front of the TV and stared down at me.  “Oh…” she said.  “We’re going to have some fun today.”

I wondered if she was going to start playing with my toys too.

“They’re gone now,” she said.  “And I’m here with you all to myself.”  She leaned down closer to me.  “Welcome to your worst nightmare!”  And then she laughed…evilly.  “Be right back,” she told me.  “I suggest you finish that bottle by then or there’ll be hell to pay.”

One…who did she think she was?  And two…something about her had me scared to death!  I went back to work on my bottle, knowing full well that there was no way to drink one of those things quickly.  I wondered if she was aware of that fact.

She disappeared, going out towards the garage.  It was a few minutes before she came back.  She glanced at me as she walked right past me carrying a large shopping bag in her hand.  She stayed in my room for a few minutes then finally came back to me.

“Are you done yet?” she asked, looking down at me and my bottle.

I held the bottle up to show her there was only about half an inch of that drink still in it.

“Finish it.  Now!” she ordered.

I put the bottle back to my lips while she stood over me, waiting.  When the bottle finally drained dry, she took the thing from me and shoved my big pacifier back between my lips.  Then she disappeared with the bottle back into the kitchen.  She was back all too soon though where she grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, then pulled me straight into the nursery where she quickly pulled down that skirt I secretly liked and tossed it aside.  She left the pretty top on me though.

She made me get up on my changing table.  Before she strapped me in, she bent my arms back before pulling the strap across them and my chest, and she pulled that strap extra tight.  A lot tighter than Emily and Caitlin ever pulled it.  There was no way I was going to fall off that table, and no way I could move my arms.  They were just as trapped as the rest of me.

“You know,” she said to me.  “When Chris had one of his men build this thing, we insisted that he make it with these two straps so that it would be more like a real baby’s changing table.  Can’t have the baby fall off and hurt himself, now can we.  But what Chris didn’t know was that we had other reasons for making sure this thing had straps, and not just one, but two.  Of course, those men who built it didn’t know that most changing tables only have one strap.”

Yeah, I had seen that it had two straps, although I didn’t know why.  Emily and Caitlin only ever used the one that went across my chest.  Why have another one down by my legs?

Strapped to the table, she removed the big diaper I was wearing and dumped it into the diaper pail, even though it was still dry.  Totally clean!  Why?  That was a complete waste.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she said with a smirk.  She disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a washcloth that she used to thoroughly clean my genitals.  Again, I wondered why.  She had cleaned off all the stuff that the girls lathered on me to help prevent diaper rash.

And then she did the strangest thing of all to me.  From her bag, she pulled a length of rope and tied it around my ankles, binding them together.  She used that rope to help pull my legs up in the air and back towards my head, pulling them as far up as she could.  I screamed my protest even with that big pacifier in my mouth.  She did something to tie the rope off and I was stuck in that position, with my butt very much exposed.  Why the hell hadn’t she simply rolled me over the way the girls did?

I struggled to get loose.  I struggled to get myself into any kind of better position, but between the rope tied to my ankles and the strap holding the rest of me down, going anywhere was impossible.  “What are you doing?” I tried to say, even though it didn’t come out very clearly due to my pacifier.

Her only response was to smack my bottom rather hard with her hand.  Ouch!

She walked over to my dresser and opened the top drawer.  She dug around for a moment then came up with something.  “Here it is,” she said as she held up that butt plug I hated so much.  She stared at it for a moment then laughed.  “How ridiculous!  This little thing isn’t going to do the job at all.”  With a slight toss, she dropped it back into the drawer and closed it.  “But don’t worry, I special ordered something else for you that’s going to work much better.  And I even paid for special delivery so I could get it right away.  Wasn’t that nice of me?”

Somehow, I didn’t think I needed to answer.  I had no idea what she had in mind for me.  I did know though that I wasn’t looking forward to finding out.

She came back to my changing table and started searching the top shelf.  “Here it is,” she said as she pulled something out.  A moment later, I felt her messing with my asshole as she started spreading lots of that lubricant that the girls used on me whenever they stuck that butt plug in me.

“Got to use lots I’m afraid,” she told me as she continued to push it way up into my exposed ass.  Finally, she stopped and went back to her big shopping bag where she pulled something out.  She messed around with it below my butt where I couldn’t see what she was doing.

“Open wide,” she told me as if she was feeding me like Caitlin did.  “Here comes the train.”

The train?

“Choo-choo,” she said, and then I felt something big pressed up against my backside.  Something I could tell was obviously much wider than my asshole.

I yelled in pain as she started trying to push the thing into me.  “Stop!  Stop!  It’s too big.  You’re hurting me!  Stop!”

But she kept going, pushing, pulling my butt cheeks around, doing everything possible to work that huge thing into my ass.  And the pain!  “Owww!”  I protested vehemently, but she ignored all of it.  And then the thing seemed to ease up, but just slightly.

“Don’t worry,” she said as she finally backed away from me.  “It’s in now, and trust me, it’ll stay in.  In fact, more than likely I’ll have a time trying to get it out of you.”  She laughed.  “Maybe I should just leave it there permanently.”  She chuckled again.

“It’s too big!” I complained.  “It’s killing me!”

“No it’s not!” she replied.  “In fact, it’s the smallest one I got.  But don’t worry, I bought the entire set of three, so you have two bigger ones to look forward to as soon as you get used to that one.”

I tried pushing with all my muscles to dislodge the thing even a bit, but it was as if there was nothing there for my muscles to push against.  And even stranger, with that big thing in my ass, I didn’t feel like I had to poop like that other butt plug did to me.  I was guessing it was either too big for my brain to register that I might have to poop, or more likely, she had damaged something when she was putting it in.  In fact, I now wondered if my asshole might be bleeding.  I considered that a good possibility.  All I really knew was that I wanted it out, even though I knew for a fact that she wouldn’t be taking it out anytime soon.

Now that the thing was in me, she untied the rope and let my feet flop back to the changing table.  Then she completely removed the rope that had been binding my ankles together.  I was glad to have the rope gone, but I’d much rather have whatever she had stuck up into my ass to be gone instead.  It still hurt, and lying there like that it felt really strange back there.

She went back to searching in the big shopping bag she had brought with her, and I went back to struggling to get my arms free.  It wasn’t happening, but I tried anyway.  When she came back, she had something in her hands that I could easily identify…a rather thin diaper.  I remembered then about her idea to keep me in thin diapers so she could tell if I was holding back or not.  Actually, with that big thing stretching my ass out so wide, I wasn’t sure if I could hold back on my pee.  Trying to tighten the muscles around my ass was completely impossible.  I wasn’t sure at all if after having that big thing back there my ass muscles would ever work again.

She lifted my legs and slid that thin diaper under me.  After wearing all the much thicker diapers for a while now, even just laying on it, I could easily feel the difference.  And that was despite how weird my backside felt with that huge thing in my ass.  Once the diaper was under me though, she bought that second strap over my legs and fastened it tightly, further trapping me to the table.  Why?  And why wouldn’t just one strap be enough?  I had already been trying to get myself free with no luck at all.  Now she was making it twice as difficult since I could no longer move my legs.

She went back to her bag again and searched through it a bit longer this time.  When she came back, I couldn’t see what she had in her hands.  Whatever it was, it was something small.  Trapped the way I was, I couldn’t see what she was doing as she grabbed my flaccid penis and began doing something with it.  Trust me, she wasn’t trying to make me feel good.  As far as I could tell, she wasn’t trying to make it feel bad either.  She was just…uh….  And then I realized she was fastening something to it.  Whatever it was, seemed to take her a few minutes.  When she was done, she pulled both straps holding me down to the table a bit tighter, making sure I couldn’t get up.  “Don’t go anywhere,” she teased before walking out of the room.

Don’t go anywhere?  I really wanted to go somewhere.  In fact, going to anywhere like she had said I shouldn’t, sounded just fine to me.  The entire time she was gone, I struggled and did everything I could to get myself free.  It didn’t happen.  Not even a little.

I was more surprised when she finally came back holding a glass of what looked like water from the kitchen.  But the surprises didn’t stop there.  She walked up to me and released the straps holding my legs down.  Then she spread my legs apart a bit and slowly poured that entire big glass of water onto the diaper she had just put under my butt.

“No more dry diapers for you,” she told me as she looked down into my face.  “These thin diapers can actually hold quite a bit, but they don’t work very well at soaking all that pee up very quickly.  The only way you’re going to be able to keep from leaking now is to pee just a little bit at a time.  Which means you’re going to have to do it a lot more often.  The more often you pee, the less will come out each time, making it that much less likely that you’ll leak.  And trust me, you don’t want to leak from now on, because every time I see any pee running down outside of that diaper, you’re going to get severely punished.  And I mean something that’s going to hurt you…a lot!”

What was she going to do, spank me?  I had no idea, but whatever it was, I knew I wasn’t looking forward to it.

With that, she pulled that soaking wet diaper up between my legs and fastened the tapes firmly.  The diaper felt ice cold all over against my skin.

“Is it cold baby?” she asked with a chuckle.  “Only you can warm it up, and you know what you’ll have to do to do that.”  She laughed.  She was still laughing as she once again fastened that strap holding my legs down.  Why?  She had already put the new diaper on me.

She disappeared for a few minutes, then came back with her cellphone.  She fussed around with it for a few moments, then said.  “Okay.  I’ve been dying to try this out ever since I ordered the thing.”

I wondered what she was talking about.  I shouldn’t have.

She pressed something on her phone and major pain erupted in my penis and balls.  I bucked and struggled for all I was worth, but of course, tied down like I was, I could do nothing at all to stop it.  It felt like someone had plugged my penis and balls directly into an electric outlet.  The pain finally stopped, and I laid there panting despite the pacifier still in my mouth.  I realized then that she was laughing.  And then the pain came again, and once again I went wild fighting my bonds.  I was so glad when she finally ended the pain.

“Goodness that’s fun,” she told me.

Not for me!  Trust me.

“All you have to do to not get hurt today, is to do absolutely everything I want.  And of course, keep peeing freely all the time too.  Remember, that’s the punishment that awaits you every time I see the least bit of a leak from your diapers.  In fact, that’s the pain that you’re going to get every time you don’t do anything I tell you to.”  She leaned down closer to my face and stared closely into my eyes.  “And trust me, I paid enough for this little toy that I’m very much looking forward to playing with it.”

Just looking at her made me believe her.

“Let’s get you down now…baby.”

She unfastened the straps and helped me down from the changing table.  I wasn’t sure what to do with myself after being zapped by her…new toy.  Standing up, I was immediately aware of two things, how much thinner that diaper felt fastened to my butt, and how huge that thing was that she had shoved up into my butt.  I was only still amazed that the thing didn’t make me feel like I needed to poop like that smaller plug had.  My hands tried to feel through the diaper just what she had fastened to me, but even through that thin diaper, I couldn’t tell anything.

“Down on the floor!” she commanded.  “You’re a baby now.  It’s time you started acting more like one.  And that includes crawling.  I know Emily and Caitlin bought you those booties to keep you from standing up, but I don’t see why we should need them at all.  All you need is a bit more…education in how to behave.  And today we’re going to be working on just that.”

I was still standing, but I immediately felt that pain erupt in my groin again.  “Down!” she commanded.  I dropped to the floor quickly and the pain went away.  Whew!  “And stay down!” she ordered.

Yeah, I got that picture already.

“Playtime,” she ordered.  “Into your playpen.”  She watched as I slowly crawled my way into my fenced-in play area, where she closed the gate behind me.  “Now play…like a baby,” she told me.

I sat there on my thinly diapered butt and watched as she settled herself on the couch with her feet up in such a way that she could keep watching me.  I also didn’t miss that cellphone she kept in her hand.

“Play!” she ordered.  “And don’t forget to pee as soon as possible.”

Play.  How?  With what?  Only Caitlin and Emily so far had figured out how to play with all the useless toys scattered around me.

And then the pain came again, and I started rolling around on the floor while my hand tried to grab whatever was attached to me under my diaper.  By the time the pain finally went away, she was standing right outside the fence holding that cellphone up in her hand where I could see it.

“I said play baby,” she ordered sternly.  “Now!”

I quickly grabbed the closest thing to me, that spiral ramp.  I found a few of the balls that were made to roll down it and I started rolling them down, one after another, catching them at the bottom and sticking them back on the top where they could roll down again.

“Are you sucking that pacifier properly?” she asked.  “I know both Caitlin and Emily have been working hard to get you to do it the way they want.”

Fearing the pain, I turned my head so she could see.  Suck…out…suck…out…suck.  Yeah, every bit of my life sucked, and today I was living a nightmare in total fear.  And I wasn’t supposed to be worrying about anything?  They had to be kidding!

“I don’t hear you saying anything,” she noticed next.

Huh?  I pointed at the big pacifier in my mouth…with its perfect motion.

“Babies babble and talk to their toys.  I want to hear you babbling.  That pacifier will probably only help you sound more like a baby, so don’t let that stop you.  Now babble!”

But babbling like a baby was something so totally new to me that I had no idea what to do, which of course gave me something to do that I was already familiar with…rolling around on the floor in pain.

“Babble like a baby!” she ordered while the pain kept going.  “I don’t hear you yet,” she told me.

Despite the pain, despite the big plug in my mouth, I started trying to issue random sounds out of my mouth.  Luckily, the pain went away.  I was so grateful to have it gone that I laid there for a moment to recover.

“This isn’t nap time, it’s playtime.  You’re supposed to be playing!”

Once again I got hit by the pain, but only for a moment.  As soon as it ended, I went back to playing with that ramp and the balls with the faces on them.

“I don’t hear you,” she said.

I started issuing nonsense sounds from around that big pacifier between my lips.  At least when I was babbling I didn’t have to worry about how I was sucking on it.

“You’ve got other toys in there too,” she told me.  “Don’t let them feel lonely.”

I moved over and grabbed the spindle and started sticking the colorful rings on it, while I babbled away with total nonsense.

“Have you wet yet?” she asked.

I turned my head to look at her, then looked away.  How the heck was I supposed to worry about wetting myself if I was so worried about being murdered by her…toy?  I moved on and started pushing the buttons to make that electronic thing issue animal sounds, despite me issuing my own nonsense sounds.  What fun.  I was simply desperate to not get zapped again.

I turned my head and noticed her holding that cellphone up differently.  It took me a moment to realize she was filming me.  But what could I do about it?  If I didn’t keep doing what she wanted, I’d get hurt…bad!  Like it or not, I had to learn to play with those useless toys.  The alternative was simply too horrible to go through again.

I was in that play area with my toys for a while when she opened the gate and came in.  She stopped my play and did a thorough diaper check on me.  “You still haven’t wet!” she declared angrily.  She rolled me over onto my stomach and swatted my backside hard.  Then that pain erupted in my groin again and I rolled around on the floor in agony.  “Pee!  Or suffer,” she told me.

When the pain ended, I finally rolled myself to my knees.  I spread my knees apart, and did everything possible to pee, managing it far more easily than I imagined.

“See,” she said once I had finished.  “Now that wasn’t so difficult, was it.  But you better pee again pretty soon or you’re going to leak.  That diaper is even more wet now than it was.”  With a laugh, she left my play area and closed the gate.  “I don’t hear you playing,” she called as she walked away from me.

Baby babble.  Baby toys.  Act like a baby.  I just didn’t want to get hurt again.