My Funny Farm
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 21 – A Round and A
Round – Part 2 of 2
It was round three for the day and she knew she needed to be
patient and go slow. But she had already
made such good progress with him that it was difficult to not be excited. In fact, she was so excited she was already
trying to see the finish line ahead of her, even though in reality she was a
long way from it. But she had made a
good start and was already ahead of schedule.
Consequently, she decided it was time to at least remind him of some of
the things she had instilled into his infantile brain already. Remind him so that all of that could stick
solidly and provide a good foundation to keep building on. Go slow!
Be thorough.
She forced herself to take a deep breath as she sat on the
couch feeding him another baby bottle, this time baby formula. “Suck, and relax. Suck, and relax,” she told him softly, even
though she hadn’t yet used her trigger phrase to drop him deeply into a
trance. She let him suck normally for a
few minutes before she said, “Nichole says to go night-night.” She watched as his eyes closed and his entire
body seemed to go completely limp. She
kept holding the bottle to his lips and after just a moment, he began sucking
on it again. “Suck, and relax,” she told
him. “Suck, and relax.
It wasn’t the first time that she noticed a bit of personal
satisfaction as she sat there feeding him the bottle. And it wasn’t because of the trance he was
in. She guessed it had to be a female
thing. Her motherhood instinct maybe,
even though she wasn’t very interested in being a mother…yet. Mike, her husband, wasn’t interested in having
kids yet either. She wasn’t sure if he
ever would be. In the meantime, she was
enjoying this little exercise in maternal care.
But then, she was probably enjoying it more because of the plans she had
for him. “Suck and relax,” she whispered. “Suck and relax.”
This first bottle wasn’t done yet, when very softly she said,
“You used to worry about everyone trying to turn you into a baby, but it’s now
something you love. You used to get very
turned on by looking at things on the internet about adults acting like babies,
but now it’s something that you want to be too.
The more like a baby you get to behave, the more you like being a
baby. Being a baby is nice. Being a baby is fun. Being a baby is relaxing. Being a baby means no stress or worries in
your life at all. You’re very happy to
be a baby. You want to become more of a
baby. A baby in every way possible.”
She watched the nonstop sucking motion of his mouth. That alone was almost hypnotic. She moved on.
“You love playing with baby toys.
Suck on your bottle and think about playing with your toys. Imagine having so much fun with all those
toys, especially when you play with your dollies. Dollies are always your favorite toys to play
with. You love them all so much. Playing with baby toys is your favorite thing
to do.”
She was doing just brief reminders for him of everything,
but after already instilling these concepts into him, that should be all he
needed to set them each a bit more firmly.
She continued on. “From now on,”
she said. “Whenever you pee-pee or
poo-poo, or even think about those things, that’s the only words you can think
of for them. Pee-pee and poo-poo.”
She let him continue to drink for a few moments before she
softly said, “You can no longer feel any indication at all for when you have to
go pee-pee or poo-poo. You will not know
it at all until they start to come out of you, and when you do, since you no
longer have any control of the muscles that might hold it back, you will have
no way to stop it. But you don’t want to
stop it. You want it to just happen
wherever and whenever it happens. And if
your diaper should leak, that’s not your problem. Leaking diapers are nothing you ever have to
worry about. That’s all for grownup to take
care of. You can just be a happy baby.”
His bottle finished and she pulled it from his lips,
replacing it with his overgrown pacifier.
His sucking motion began immediately with it. She let him suck on it for a few moments
before she said, “From now on, the only numbers you know are one, two, three,
five, six, eight, seven, and ten. You no
longer even remember any numbers past number ten. You have no need to know anything else about
numbers. You’re a baby now and babies
don’t know numbers or how to count. Be a
happy baby.”
To all appearances, he was simply asleep and wasn’t hearing
a word she was saying, but she knew better.
He was about as deep into a trance as he could get. “From now on,” she said, “reading is
something you’re not interested in. And
if you have to try to read something, it will now be impossible for you to read
any words with more than three letters.
One letter, two letters, three letter words are all fine for you, but
anything more than that will be simply too confusing for you to even consider
trying to figure out. You’re a baby
now. Let the grownups do the reading for
you.”
With those few reminders now finished, it was time to move
on to a few new items on her list. A
list that she…they…had carefully put together.
“Baby,” she said softly. “I know
how unhappy you are that your wife, Rachel, is no longer with us. You’re so unhappy about it. So unhappy that you want to kill yourself
because of it. Baby, do you remember how
sad you are about it and how much you want to end your life because of it?”
It took a moment, but eventually she heard him mumble something
similar to the word, “Yes,” around the big pacifier in his mouth.
“Well baby,” she said.
“I think it would be a good idea for you to keep reminding people that killing
yourself is the best thing for you. I
know everybody else says they don’t want you to do that, but it’s important
that you keep telling them about it.
Don’t forget, you still want to kill yourself and end your life.”
That was the thing that had started all this in the first
place. That was the thing that had
gotten him put into that behavioral center to begin with. But in the last few days, she got the
impression that he wasn’t being as adamant about it as he had been. She…they…needed him to still want to kill
himself.
There was just one more thing she had for him today. One thing the others didn’t know she had
added to their list. One thing she hadn’t
been sure she wanted to include, but had decided why not. Let him have his bit of fun. In this case, it could only help the
situation.
“Baby,” she said. “I
know you remember what sex is. I know
you love to have your fun orgasms.
That’s one of the reasons they let you watch your favorite porn every
day just before your nap. But baby, real
babies don’t do that. Real babies don’t
have any kind of sex. Real babies don’t
get hard or have an orgasm at all. I
know how much you want to be more like a baby, but I also know how much you
love your little bit of fun, so I have a compromise for you that will not only make
you more like a real baby, but it will still let you have some of that
fun. So here’s how it works. From now on, even after watching all that
porn that you love on the computer, you will no longer be able to have an
orgasm when you lay down in your crib for your nap afterwards. You can try and try, but you simply won’t be
able to do it. In fact, your tiny baby
penis won’t even be able to get hard anymore.
It will stay baby soft and tiny all the time no matter what you do. But baby, there is one way for you to still
feel that fun. From now on, every time
your diapers are soaking wet, and then you go poo-poo in them too, you will suddenly
have a spontaneous orgasm right after you finish going poo-poo. But since you’re a baby, you won’t understand
what it is that’s happening, and because you don’t know what it is, you also
won’t be able to tell anyone what’s happening.
Since you’re a baby, you won’t even be able to figure out why it’s
happening. You will only know that you
love the feeling.
She decided that was enough for now. She’d see him again on Thursday and would put
more new things into him…or rather, take more things out of him. All the things she had coming up on her list
would possibly have a more noticeable impact on him. So far, she didn’t feel like any of the
changes she had made in him would upset any of the others at all. If they noticed anything at all, they would
probably never realize the extent of it.
For instance, she knew that both Caitlin and Emily were happy that he wasn’t
holding back anymore when he had to pee or poop, but they would have no idea
how impossible holding back was for him anymore. And they had both noticed that he was starting
to enjoy playing with his toys, but again, they didn’t know how much he was
enjoying that. Both things were
noticeable, but they were things that Emmy and Caitlin wanted from him. They were happy. She herself was happy. And the little group that she represented was
happy. So far.
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That night, I was busy doing my daily chores when James
suddenly walked into the laundry room.
“Hey Dad,” he said.
I quickly pulled the pacifier from my mouth. “James!” I replied, surprised to see
him. It was then that I noticed that he
wasn’t alone. He had both Doctor Clive
and her sister, the detective, with him.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“We’re just checking up on you,” Doctor Clive told me. “We have to do that occasionally.”
“But I’m supposed to see you tomorrow,” I reminded her.
“Yes,” she replied.
“I know. But we need to check
your home environment as well. It’s
important.”
A brief moment of thought told me that might be true.
“Is everything alright?” the doctor asked me.
“Yeah,” I told her.
“It’s fine. No problems.”
“Are you sure?”
“Other than nobody will let me kill myself, what other
problems could I have?”
She looked at me like she was studying me. “Okay,” she said. “We’ll talk tomorrow. You can go back to doing what you were
doing. My sister wanted to see your new
nursery.”
I looked at them all, then stuck the pacifier back in my
mouth. A moment later, they were gone.
They spent a few minutes in the nursery, I guess looking
around, but I didn’t go in there. I had
things I was supposed to be doing, and this was as close to any adult time as
they would allow me, which meant even chores like the laundry were very
important to me. Before long, they all
trooped out of my nursery, said goodbye to Caitlin and Emily, and they
left. I noticed that Bill was nowhere in
sight, but who’d want to talk to him anyway.
Not even me. I was just surprised
that Caitlin liked him so much, despite him being her husband.
Later, when I went into the nursery, I was surprised to see
a new picture hung on the wall. In fact,
it was the only picture on my walls. I
guess when they redecorated, they never thought about things like that. I know I wouldn’t have. But now I had a framed picture of a cute
little baby bunny. Yeah, I figured it
was perfect for a baby girl’s room, but the truth was, it didn’t do much for me
at all. Still, it was cute. Unlike me.
Rachel, I’m trying to get there. I just can’t seem to figure out how to do it
yet. But wait for me. I’m coming. I promise.
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