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

 

My Funny Farm

By Karen Singer

 

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

 

Nichole left me for a few minutes.  When she came back, she had another baby bottle in her hands.  “Come here baby,” she told me as she opened my gate before settling herself on one end of the couch.

I was glad to stop my play and my stupid babbling.  I crawled out of my playpen and over to the couch where she had me get up on it with my head in her lap.  I got the picture quickly.  She was literally going to feed me that bottle like Caitlin and Emily did.  Okay, I could deal with that.  Her hand though did a very thorough diaper check on me again before she plucked my pacifier out and stuck the bottle in instead.  Suck…out…suck…out.  I was afraid of screwing up, so I concentrated extra hard on doing it right.

She was looking down into my eyes as I drank.  “Look at me,” she said softly.  “Don’t close your eyes, just keep looking up at me.”

Okay, that much was easy.  In the position I was in, I was already looking up at her.

“Relax as much as you can, but don’t stop looking at me.  Whatever you do, don’t close your eyes.  Feel yourself relax though.  Feel the sucking motion of your mouth drain all your cares and worries away.  Don’t close your eyes though.  Keep looking at me!”

I realized that in trying to relax, my eyes had started to close.  I opened them wide.

“Good,” she said.  “Just keep looking at me.  In fact, maybe this will help.  Can you see my necklace?”  Her hand reached up and pulled it out a bit.  It was a simple thing with a blue crystal in it.  “Stare at my pretty necklace,” she told me.  “Just make sure you keep your eyes open while you’re enjoying your baby bottle.”

The more she told me to keep my eyes open, the more I realized I wanted to close them.  I fought the urge.

“It’s a pretty necklace, isn’t it,” she said.  “Can you see how shiny it is?  So shiny.  Stare at it.  I know your eyes are growing tired since sucking on that bottle relaxes you and you want to close them, but don’t.  Fight it.  Keep your eyes open.  I don’t want you to fall asleep.  I want to see you looking at my pretty necklace while you concentrate on sucking on your bottle.  Suck and stare…suck and stare.  I know your eyes are growing more difficult to keep open.  I can see it.  Fight it.  Keep them open for me.  Don’t fall asleep.  Suck…and stare…and relax.  Relax and stare at my pretty blue necklace, and keep your eyes open.  Suck and stare and relax.  Relax.  Relax and suck.  Don’t close your eyes yet.  I’ll tell you when you can close them.  Just not yet.  Suck and stare.  Suck and relax.  Suck and relax.  Keep your eyes open.  I’m going to count to three.  When I say three, you can finally close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep, but not until I say the number three.  Keep your eyes open.  Suck and stare at my necklace.  See how shiny it is.  Suck and relax.  Relax and stare.  Keep your eyes open.  One!”

She paused for a moment, then said.  “Suck…and stare.  Suck and relax.  Fight the urge to sleep, even though you desperately want to sleep.  Suck…and relax.  Suck…and relax.  Two!”

Once again she paused.  I was working hard to keep my eyes open and keep looking at her necklace.  It was pretty.  It was so shiny.  But my eyes wanted to close so badly.  Why wouldn’t she let me?

“Suck…and relax,” she said.  “Suck…and stare at my necklace.  Suck…and relax.  You want so badly to close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep.  We’re almost there.  It’s going to happen soon.  Almost there.  Suck…and relax.  Keep your eyes open.  Suck…and relax.  Suck…and….  Three!”

“Nichole says wake up!”

My eyes flew open.  I wondered if I had actually fallen asleep for a moment there, but that would have been impossible.  At least she had stopped talking now and I could relax a bit more.  As I drank my bottle, I wondered if she had been trying to hypnotize me.  I knew for a fact though that she hadn’t managed it.  Not only had she been very inept at it and not known what she was doing, but she had been making sure I stayed awake the entire time, just the opposite of what a hypnotist would do.  So no, she hadn’t tried that at all, or if she did, she was simply too lousy at it for it to possibly work.

My eyes looked at the bottle she was holding to my lips.  It struck me as strange that it was almost full still.  By now it should have been nearly empty.  Oh well.  It was still nice to lay there and let her feed me like that.

Eventually the bottle emptied, and I felt almost disappointed.  Her feeding me had so far been the only enjoyable thing she had made me do all day.  She shooed me down from the couch and had me crawl back into my play area to play while she carried my empty bottle back to the kitchen.

I made it all the way into the area before I realized I was going to need to pee.  That’s when I suddenly discovered something else.  I’m sure it’s probably not the case for everyone else, but I discovered that with that humongous thing stuck in my rear end, not being able to close the sphincter muscles around my ass also made it incredibly difficult for me to tighten the other muscles to keep me from peeing.  I only realized I was going to need to pee soon for a few seconds before I suddenly realized I was already peeing, and I couldn’t tighten those muscles enough to stop it.  That surprised the hell out of me.  So much so that I knelt there on the floor just staring at my thin diaper.  Fortunately, the peeing didn’t last very long, and I don’t think too much came out.  I searched around me and didn’t see or feel any leaks, but I had just finished peeing and could still feel all that wetness puddled under my butt.

“Did baby just do wetties?” she asked with a laugh.

I looked up to see she was back already.  I was too embarrassed to answer her.

“Play!” she ordered.  “And don’t forget to talk to your toys.”

Ugh!  I went back to pushing the buttons on that electronic animal noise maker.

“Play with something else,” she said after a few minutes.

I was guessing she was as tired of hearing that thing as I was, which meant that I’d have to “play” with it more often.  I found the blocks and that stackable ring thing and used the pieces to make a strange pile.

“I don’t hear you talking to your toys,” she prompted me.

I turned and saw her holding her cellphone up.  She was filming me!  “Don’t!” I said around the plug in my mouth.

She laughed and replied, “Keep playing.”  Then a moment later, she said, “Play faster!”

Faster?  How?  And then I felt that horrible pain in my groin again and it sent me rolling around on the floor.  When it stopped she said, “Play faster!  And babble faster!”

I grabbed the nearest toy, the spiral ramp and rolled the balls down it as fast as I could, all the while babbling incoherently around the plug in my mouth.  I could hear her laughing as she filmed me.

“Find something else to play with,” she ordered.

I searched around for something…anything…that could possibly hold my attention.  My eyes finally fell on the stuffed…creatures.  I crawled over and found the unicorn.  The small stuffed doll was nearby.  Okay.  Maybe she’d be happy with me playing with them.  I stuck the doll on the unicorn’s back and galloped it all around me.  Once again I started to babble like an idiot.  For some strange reason though, I was enjoying playing with the doll.  In fact, the unicorn wasn’t too bad either.  I’d have to remember this game.

I looked over towards her.  She was no longer filming me, but she seemed to have the happiest look on her face.  What was wrong with her?  I could do nothing though but keep playing since she was still watching me so closely.  The pink pig soon joined my…uh…fun, and I hate to admit it, but for once I was enjoying playing with those toys.

I don’t now how long I played like that before I looked back at her again.  She was kneeling on the other side of the fence, obviously filming me with her cellphone like she had done before.  Once again I leveled a nasty look in her direction, which only made her laugh as she continued to film me.  And then she tried something new.

“Show me what a smart baby you are,” she said.  “Count to five for me.”

Now what kind of dumb game was she playing?  I plucked the pacifier from my mouth myself.  “One, two, three, five!  There!”  I stuck the pacifier back in again and went back to playing with the stuffed animals.  Count to five.  Of all the dumb questions!  At least she had laughed and not punished me.

“I’m sorry baby,” she suddenly announced, but you’re going to have to stop playing for a little while.  It’s lunchtime.  But you can come back and play with them later.  Come on.”  She opened my gate to let me out.  “Crawl out to the kitchen with me.”

Lunchtime.  Just when for once I was enjoying myself.  Oh well.  I crawled over to the gate, but she stopped me there and did a very thorough diaper check.

“Hm!” she said unhappily.  “Not wet enough.  And it’s been too long since I know you wet right after your bottle.  Remember, don’t hold back or you’ll get punished for making your diapers leak.”

Yeah, I remembered that…now.  I had simply been too busy playing as fast as possible to remember it before.  Instead of crawling, I sat up on my knees and concentrated.  Yeah, I could easily feel the need to pee now.  I let it out, looking down toward my diaper the entire time.  More came out than before though and I worried about it leaking.

She laughed as she watched me wetting myself.  “I hope you didn’t pee too much,” she said.

I didn’t reply, but leaking was my concern too.

“Come along baby,” she said as she turned to walk away.  “Lunchtime.  Let’s go.”

I followed her on my hands and knees out toward the kitchen, but halfway through the living room I started to feel something horrible.  Something that tickled a tiny bit.  I stopped and looked down at one of my legs.  Darn!  There was a tiny bit of wetness leaking out.  No!

“Baby!” she said angrily from the kitchen entrance.  “Is your diaper leaking?”

I looked up at her with a rather helpless look on my face.

“Bad baby!  You were holding back and didn’t pee soon enough.”  With that, she held her cellphone out towards me and pressed the button.  Yeah, I went rolling around the living room in absolute agony.  And worse, she kept the pain coming.  And I had no way at all to stop it.  “No.  No.  No.  Stop.  Please stop.  No.”  But the pain continued.  When it ended I laid there on my back for a few moments with tears rolling down my cheeks.  Damn that had hurt!

“Baby!” she said sternly.  “Lunchtime.  Get your butt in here.”

I crawled into the kitchen and climbed up into my chair.  She put my bib around my neck and a few minutes later set one of my colorful plates in front of me, this time filled with baby food.  At least she gave me the spoon and let me eat it myself.

After lunch, she changed that soaking wet diaper for me, except that when she put the new thin diaper on me, she did like she had earlier and dumped an entire glass of cold water in it first.  Yeah, it was very cold when she fastened the tapes.  I suddenly couldn’t wait to wet the thing.

This time when I got to my play area, I made a point to keep watching for those telltale signs that I might need to pee, because what I didn’t need was any more of that horrible pain.  It hurt!

I played, but not that long before she again called me out and had me crawl up onto the couch where she started feeding me another bottle.  As far as I knew, which was next to nothing, it was too early yet for my nap, but that didn’t seem to be stopping her.  Of course, she hadn’t given me anything to drink with my lunch, so maybe that’s what this bottle was for.  I laid there sucking, trying to relax while I concentrated on the motion.  She was looking down into my eyes and smiling.

“Nichole says to go night-night,” she said.  At least I think she said that.  I wasn’t really sure.  What I know I remember was right after she said that, she must have repeated it, and this time I got it correctly.  “Nichole says to wake up.”  My eyes flew open.  “Don’t fall asleep,” she told me.  “Just concentrate on relaxing while you drink your bottle.”

That much I could do.  Easily.  I laid there and drank, doing my best to enjoy drinking and sucking.  And I did enjoy it.  It was…so relaxing.  I noticed though that my tummy felt fuller than it usually did when I drank a bottle.  Oh well.  Must have been all that baby food for lunch.

After my bottle, it was back to playing with the stuffed animals, but this time, even though I was playing, I tried extra hard to watch for even the slightest telltale sign that I might have to pee.  I was more worried about being punished for leaking than ever.  In fact, it was practically all I could think about.

Surprisingly, just a short time later, I realized that it might be possible for me to pee again.  Like I had done before, I sat on my knees with them spread apart and watched my diaper for any visual signs of a leak while I peed inside of it.  I was so relieved when I didn’t see any problems at all.  I did notice though that she was laughing at me, but that was her problem.  I didn’t have a problem.  I had managed to pee at the slightest sign of it.  All I had to do now to keep from being zapped again was to keep doing it that way…while I went back to playing.

She didn’t seem to be watching me as closely this time, but she still stayed in the room, mostly sitting on the couch with a glass that I recognized as one from the liquor cabinet.  She did come over a while later and start filming me again.

“Count to five for me,” she said as she held her camera up, filming me. 

Again?  “Why?” I asked around the plug in my mouth.

“Just do it.  Or do you want to feel more pain instead.”

That I could do without.  I pulled my pacifier out and counted.  “One, two, three, five!  Okay?”

“Yes,” she replied with a laugh.  “Perfect.”

“Dumb,” I muttered as I put my pacifier back in and went back to galloping the unicorn around with that dolly on its back.

I got another bottle just before my nap, and once again she fed it to me.  And it’s the strangest thing, but again she had to tell me to wake up.  “Nichole says to wake up.”  I guess being fed my bottles was more relaxing than I thought.  After that bottle though, my diaper was again thoroughly checked, and I was put into my crib for my nap.  She seemed to take great delight in raising the bars on my crib so I couldn’t get out.

“Don’t forget, don’t hold back,” she told me before she turned out the light.  She held her cellphone up to remind me of the consequences.

As she walked out, I remembered that today was Thursday.  Mrs. Lowrey had been there on Thursdays, Fridays, and Mondays.  Which meant that Nichole would probably be coming back again tomorrow.  I wasn’t looking forward to that.  In fact, I was already dreading it.

As I laid there, I did my best to concentrate on two things, making sure I wasn’t holding back at all…and the rhythmic but calming sucking on my pacifier.  Suck…out…suck…out…suck.  Yeah.  Life sucked.

Before I fell asleep, I felt that telltale sign that I might have to pee.  I was glad to feel it.  A moment later, lying on my back, it was gone, and my diaper was a bit wetter.  Now I just had to hope I could keep feeling it, even if I fell asleep.  In fact, I was so worried about it, that I didn’t sleep a wink.  I laid there the entire time concentrating as hard as I could on trying to pee as soon as I felt the slightest suggestion of an urge.  Twice more it happened before she finally came back and “woke me up.”

She lowered the bars on my crib and immediately did a thorough diaper check on me.  “What a good baby you were,” she told me.  “You didn’t hold back at all while you slept.  And see, you’re soaked.  In fact, I think if you peed anymore, you could have overflowed your diaper.  Come on,” she said as she pulled on my hand to get me down from the crib.  “Let’s get you changed.”

Like before, she strapped me down to the changing table with my arms rendered helpless.  She removed my diaper and made a face.  “Pew!  Your diaper is a bit stinky.”  She was making it sound like I was more than just wet, even though with that plug in my ass, that was completely impossible.

Yes, she poured water into this new diaper as well, and it was just as cold as the last one had been.  Then it was back to more playing.

She interrupted my play one more time to feed me yet another bottle and I distinctly remember her yelling at me to wake up again.  Why did I keep falling asleep when she fed me?  It didn’t make sense.

I was glad when I finally finished drinking that bottle and could get back to playing with the stuffed dolly and unicorn, but that didn’t last very long before she pulled me out and put me back on the changing table again.  This time she worked hard at removing that huge thing in my ass, and trust me, my ass was numb!  After that, she worked at getting that painful…whatever it was that was attached to my dick off of me.  I can’t tell you how relieved I felt the moment it was gone.  This time she didn’t pour water into my diaper, and this time she put one of the new thick diapers on me before finishing me off by putting the skirt I had worn that morning back on me.  I already knew though what was going to happen very soon since that plug had been in my ass all day.  Smelly time!  Oh well.  At least the plug was gone.

Half an hour later, Emily came home.  She and Nichole talked for a few minutes and Nichole left to go home.  I was glad she was gone.  What a nightmare.  It was about that time that I realized that for once I hadn’t messed myself helplessly after having the plug in my ass removed.  At least, it hadn’t happened so far.  I mentally celebrated that situation.

When Caitlin came home, I tried to tell them both about the huge plug Nichole had used on me and about that other thing she had attached to my penis to bring me pain, but neither of the girls believed any of it could have been nearly as bad as it was.

All evening long, all I could think about was the fact that Nichole would be back again tomorrow, and I would have to suffer through it all one more time.  But tomorrow was also Friday, the day that James was supposed to talk to me.  My mind was totally focused on telling him all about this conspiracy against me, and demanding to know if it was real or not.