My Funny Farm
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 18 – Rinse and Repeat,
or Not – Part 2 of 2
As Nichole hoped, the effect was immediate. Despite the bottle in his mouth, he dropped
down into a deep sleep. The first time
she had tried using the trigger that day, it had almost not worked at all. She had gotten lucky the second time she gave
the command out in the living room, and he had dropped completely down. Right there in the living room, on the floor,
she had worked with him for a long time to strengthen the two triggers she had
set up in his brain the day before. The
first trigger was to send him into an immediate trance: Nichole says to go
night-night. And the second trigger was to
wake him up: Nichole says to wake up.
She had set a few other things up at that time too, just for
fun and just to see if they would work.
Like when he was sucking on something he would suck on it more intently
than ever and would find it completely impossible to speak at all. Not a sound.
She had been amazed when she had pressed the pain button a little while
ago and he hadn’t been able to scream or make a sound, yet he had been in
obvious pain. That had been fun.
But now it was work time again. Something she would do three or four times
with him today. It was time to continue
moving his brain gently and slowly toward being the complete incompetent
imbecile she…they needed him to be.
She’d much rather do it all at once, but not only did it need to be done
in such a way that it would stick…permanently, but he had to be able to accept
all those new suggestions into his brain and not fight against them. Hypnotism only worked when it was something
that the subject could agree to. The
trick though was to get him to that point without realizing it. You had to go slowly by giving him
suggestions he could accept, and then gradually build everything from
there. That took time and effort, but
she had the time. Days of time every
week now, every Monday, Thursday, and Friday while Emily and Caitlin were at
work. And the effort in the end was
going to pay off for her…for them.
She told him to stay in his deep sleep, but resume drinking
his bottle. She told him that sucking on
something always relaxed him so much and he would crave that sucking. While she quietly fed him his bottle, her
mind briefly flashed back to the time when she had learned about hypnotism and
what she could do with it.
She had been in college, living with a bunch of other girls
in the dorm. It had been without a doubt
the best time of her life. Unfortunately,
all the parties and drinking hadn’t helped her grades and after two years she
had been forced out. But the truth was,
those classes had been difficult, and she was never interested in any of
them. But the parties and the fun with
the girls…that had been incredible.
It had been one of the other girls in the dorm who had
introduced her to hypnotism at one of their frequent drinking games that they
often shared when there was just a few of them in the rooms at a time. The girl would hypnotize one of the other
girls and make them act like a chicken or a frog or…more often, act like they
were making out and having sex with the greatest hunk on the planet, when in
reality they were making out with some inanimate object right in front of all
the others. That had been hilarious! But as it usually went with such games,
everyone had to have their turn at trying to hypnotize everyone else. Some could do it, some were simply lousy and
never managed to hypnotize anyone at all.
But like the original girl who was teaching them, Nichole discovered she
was good at it.
But that was just the start.
Within a few months she had a number of people that she had secretly hypnotized
and set triggers up in their minds to drop them instantly into a deep trance. She would then “remind” those people that
they owed her money, and they would want to pay her back as soon as
possible. When they woke up, those
people never remembered or even knew that she had hypnotized them, but within a
day or two they always paid her back for the fictitious amount of money that
they thought they had borrowed from her.
Nichole had made out pretty well from that scheme, and nobody was ever
the wiser.
Now though, she had a new scheme to get her money. A lot of money! And once again, nobody would ever know. Almost nobody. Unfortunately, this time she wasn’t working
alone. Still, in a few months, she hoped
to be rich!
His bottle finished and she had to put some effort into
pulling the thing from his mouth. She
briefly wondered if she needed to make him crave drinking from the bottles
more. He had tried to protest being fed
this one. She’d have to consider that
problem…if it was a problem. But she had
other things she needed to work on with him now. She stuck his pacifier back between his lips
and smiled as his mouth automatically resumed its strong rhythmic sucking.
Once again she spent time reminding him of his two triggers
to drop him immediately into a deep sleep, then wake him up. Like she had done the day before too, she
reminded him that not only would ne never remember being hypnotized, but he
would be convinced that she had been too inept at it to ever accomplish such a
thing.
It was now time to add a tiny little new thing into his
brain before she went back to working on one of the main points of his
reeducation. As always, she worded her
commands very carefully. “From now on,
anytime you talk, or even think about peeing or messing, your mind is only
going to use the words pee-pee and poo-poo.
You will never even think about calling them anything else. From now on, it’s always pee-pee and poo-poo. If you try to tell someone your diaper is
wet, you tell them you went pee-pee in your diaper. If you try to tell someone your diaper is
messy, you tell them you went poo-poo. From
now on, that’s the only way you’re going to be able to think of, or talk about
those things.”
She somehow figured that Emily and Caitlin would get a kick
out of hearing him start using those terms…if the subject ever came up. The possibility of that might not happen for
some time. Eventually, it would
though. And if it happened soon, it was
possible that it might be the first outward indicator that his mind wasn’t as sane
as it used to be.
With that tiny thing done, it was time to get into what was
for now the single most important thing she was trying to instill into his
brain in these early stages, and she needed to be very tricky how she went
about it. “Okay baby,” she said, “From
now on, the single most important thought in your head, is that it’s very
difficult for you to constantly worry about trying to hold back and not go
pee-pee or poo-poo in your diaper without trying.” She purposedly used his new words to emphasize
the concepts. “But even though you’re so
concerned that it’s difficult to keep thinking about, it’s still the one thing
you’re going to keep worrying about the most.
And since you’re so worried about it all the time, you’re going to do
everything possible and work constantly at trying to not hold back when you
have to go pee-pee or poo-poo. You just
want to let it happen on its own, so you don’t have to worry about it, even
though you do worry about it. Besides,
you love going pee-pee and poo-poo in your diaper. It’s one of your favorite things in the
world. Every time you go pee-pee or
poo-poo in your diaper, it feels so good and you feel so happy about it,
especially if you succeeded in not holding back at all. You’ll do this and feel this no matter where
you are or what you’re doing.”
It was a sly way to go about doing it, but his brain had to
want to get to that point where he would actually want himself to be completely
incontinent. Of course, her use of the
shock device to his genitals would compound that desire and not only strengthen
it, but make the entire process go faster.
And as for every time he had to go poo-poo, she could only imagine what
that big tunnel plug she had worked to shove into his ass was doing to
him. In time, she’d have his ass hole so
big that holding anything back would be impossible.
That was the main thing.
The one big thing for now. Later,
she’d focus on other things, but for now they had to remain in the future. She could now turn to another little thing
she had started with him yesterday.
Slowly removing his ability to count.
“From now on,” she told him, “the
number four does not exist. I want you
to completely delete the number four from your mind. You never really needed it anyway. It’s just a made-up word that means nothing
at all to you, so it’s perfectly safe for you to completely forget. As of right now, it’s gone from your head
forever. From now on, when you count to
five, you’ll only use the real numbers that do exist, one, two three, and
five. That’s all you need. That’s the correct way to count. Any time you hear the number four, it’s just
someone using a made-up word that doesn’t really exist. In fact, any word with four in it is now
nothing but a made-up word that someone is trying to fool you with. The number fourteen is a made-up word, just
like twenty-four and thirty-four. Four
doesn’t exist. It never has
existed. You don’t need it. You never needed it. Now you can be free of it forever.”
In a few weeks, she hoped to have him to the point where not
just counting and recognizing numbers would be impossible, but reading anything
would be virtually impossible for him as well.
In fact, he might not be capable of ever learning to read again. That was her goal. A complete incompetent imbecile…permanently. And the beauty of it was that he was going to
love it.
She gave him commands to lay there and keep sucking his
pacifier for a while, staying in his deep sleep. She carefully extricated herself from under
him and headed out to the kitchen where she refilled his bottle. She carried that bottle back to his nursery
and got herself positioned with his head in her lap again. She didn’t pull his pacifier out yet. Instead, she went back over every last
command she had just given him, reminding him of it all and strengthening those
concepts in his brain. She did a shortened
version of everything, but she hit all the main points, especially emphasizing
that he would never remember being hypnotized.
With that done, she had to put a bit of effort into pulling
the pacifier from between his lips. It
took almost no effort at all though to get him sucking on the fresh bottle instead. While he drank, she reminded him that he
would never remember being hypnotized or that they had discussed any of the
things they had talked about. Those new
things would simply become part of his life as if it had always been that
way. When she was ready, she said, “Nichole
says to wake up.”
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Wake up? Darn! I had fallen asleep again. How had that happened? Or maybe I hadn’t fallen asleep and was just
getting close to it.
“I need you to drink your bottle,” she told me. “Not fall asleep instead. We’ve got to get this liquid into you so you
can learn to pee without leaking.”
I looked up at how much was still left in the bottle and was
surprised to see it was practically full.
I could have sworn I had drunk more than that. But I guess not. The proof was right there in front of me.
“If you’re that tired,” she said, “then we can put you down
for your morning nap as soon as you finish.
It’s about that time anyway. But
you’ve got to finish your bottle first!
So drink!”
Drink? I was
drinking. I was drinking about as hard
and fast as I possibly could. In fact,
the way my mouth was sucking on the thing, I couldn’t seem to stop drinking if
I tried. Not that I wanted to try. My mind remembered what might happen if I
didn’t do whatever she said. Pain! Bad pain!
Pain I didn’t need or want.
Suck…out…suck…out.
Drink. Drink, but keep watching
for any little sign that I might need to go pee-pee. I needed to go pee-pee as often as I could so
only a little at a time would come out.
All so my diapers wouldn’t leak. And
then I felt the slight urge. I
immediately let it out and pee-peed while I drank my bottle. It felt so good! Except it was over too soon. But that was the goal, so I wouldn’t get hurt
by her zapper thing anymore. Now, watch
for those feelings again. Keep
watching…and drinking. But the drinking
was happening automatically. I didn’t
really need to worry about that. I was
worried about leaking and not pee-peeing at the slightest urge. And worse, my worrying about it all was so
bad that I was completely worried about how much I was worried about it all. And I was worried about that a lot!
When my bottle finished, she did indeed put me into my crib
to take a nap. But just like all last
night, my mind was too preoccupied with worrying about not going pee-pee right
away. Earlier, I had been exhausted from
not sleeping the night before, now I still felt tired, but not as tired as I
had been. I didn’t know if that was good
or not. I only knew for sure that I was
worried about not going pee-pee the moment I felt the need. Yeah, it was a long sleepless nap.
I was so glad when Nichole finally came back and got me out
of that crib. And yes, I had managed to
pee-pee twice in the time I had been in there.
I felt so proud of myself for that.
Not to mention that it had felt good too. Nichole changed my diaper for me, and even
was kind enough to pour another glass of water into my fresh diaper, not only
making it already soaking wet, but cold.
Fortunately, I went pee-pee again to warm it up shortly after crawling
back into my play area where that new doll awaited me. Not to mention all the other toys I hated so
much.
I was in there a short while later, pretending to play with
it all, when Nichole came back and knelt on the outside of my fence. “Take your pacifier out,” she ordered.
Removing that thing sounded great to me. I had to work at it a bit to get it out, but
it came. Whew. Relief.
I stretched my lips around to relieve them a bit. I don’t think my mouth had ever felt so
tired.
“Count to five for me,” she ordered.
“What?” I looked at
her in disbelief.
“I said count to five.”
“Why are you constantly so concerned with asking me to
count?” I asked.
She immediately pulled out her cellphone and held it
up. I didn’t even feel any urge at all
to go pee-pee, but I immediately went pee-pee out of fear. “One, two, three, five,” I said, hoping she
wouldn’t press that button.
She nodded.
“Good. Next time, if I ask you to
do something, just do it.” With that,
she did press the button, and I went rolling around on the floor, screaming my
head off. When she released the button,
she gave me a moment to recover before saying.
“Get that pacifier back in your mouth, and I better see you sucking on
it.”
I picked it up and stuck it in my mouth. Once again I automatically seemed to suck on
it stronger than ever. I was getting way
too much practice at doing that.
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It seemed like I had eaten breakfast just a short while ago,
but suddenly I was crawling my way back to the kitchen table to have
lunch. Uh…more baby food, no
surprise. But the truth was, I was more
worried about going pee-pee as soon as possible than what I was eating. And yes, I did manage to go pee-pee while I
was eating. I was extra happy because I
was learning to go pee-pee no matter what I was doing. In fact, I didn’t even need to worry about
interrupting what I was doing, I could just let it happen.
But then after lunch, she again had me lay in her lap while
she fed me yet another bottle. I think
she said something like, “Nichole says to go…or something like that. But the next thing I knew for sure was
hearing her say “…wake up.” Why, oh why
did I keep falling asleep every time she fed me a bottle?
When she was done, she sent me back to my play area to
play. But this time, despite being more
worried about needing to go pee-pee than ever, I actually managed to enjoy
playing with those toys again. And I
particularly seemed to love playing with that new doll. Trust me, that doll and the unicorn were
quickly becoming real good friends.
Nichole was back again, kneeling just outside of my
pen. “Count for me again,” she ordered.
I remembered her zapping me earlier. I pulled the plug from my mouth and
counted. “One, two, three, five.” I put the plug back in.” I was glad to see her smile.
“Good,” she said.
“Now though, can you count all the way to ten?”
I pulled my pacifier out again. “Ten?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Can
you count that high?”
Ugh! She was making
me feel like an idiot. Very carefully I
said, “One, two, three, five, six, eight, seven, nine, ten. Okay?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Very good. Now, can you count
higher than ten?”
I considered that.
Count higher than ten, whatever those numbers up there were. I not only didn’t care but I got mad. “No!
This is stupid. Who cares about
higher numbers?”
I was expecting to get major zapped again for my little
outburst, but she laughed at me instead and got to her feet. “Pacifier!” she ordered before walking
out. The next time I saw her, she had a
glass of something in her hand from the liquor cabinet.
And then of course it was bottle feeding time again, where I
again remember her cautioning me not to fall asleep, and then I was put in for
another marathon long nap where I know I didn’t sleep, and that’s despite noticing
that I was finally sucking my pacifier normally again, even though it was still
with that same perfect rhythm. When Nichole
got me up, she again asked me to count to ten, which of course I did perfectly. At least it made her happy, although I got
the impression she might have been a bit drunk.
I was so glad when she stuck me up on my changing table and
removed that huge thing from my ass that still didn’t make me feel like I
needed to go poo-poo at all. You know,
it was the strangest thing. When she
removed my diaper after that nap, I could swear it smelled like poo-poo. But with my ass plugged, especially with
something that big, it would have been impossible.
She dressed me not just in a thick diaper, but she put the
short skirt outfit back on me that I had worn earlier that morning. A few minutes later, I was in my play area
galloping my new doll around on the unicorn’s back and racing the pink pig at
the same time.
“He’s playing!” I heard Emily’s voice squeal excitedly. I turned and saw she was home already. “He looks like he’s really enjoying playing.”
“Yeah,” Nichole said.
“He just needed a bit of encouragement.
Now, I think he’s finally starting to get it.”
“Thanks, Nichole,” Emily said. “You’ve been a lifesaver.”
A few minutes later, Nichole and her big magic bag were
gone, and life started to get back to normal again. Sort of.
I can’t tell you how much I still worried now about going pee-pee as
soon as possible. And not just going
pee-pee, but poo-poo too. And I was
still so worried about them that I was totally worried about how much I was
worried about it. Yeah, without a doubt,
all that worrying was absolutely exhausting.
But almost just as much as I was thinking about all that, I
was focused on the fact that it was getting later in the day and hopefully
James would show up. I needed to talk to
him. And I mean we needed to have a
serious talk. I needed him to convince
me that something wasn’t going on, because I was more certain than ever that
the entire family was conspiring against me.
I did not want to wind up in that funny farm downtown again…or someplace
worse.
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