My Funny Farm - Chapter 19 – Far-Fetched Fantasy

 

My Funny Farm

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 19 – Far-Fetched Fantasy

 

Friday night, both Emily and Caitlin seemed to be so excited that I was learning to really enjoy playing with my toys, that they made sure I got an extra serving of baby food for dinner.  Wasn’t that nice of them?  Trust me though, I wasn’t concerned at all about what I was eating.  I was more concerned with watching for the slightest sign that I would have to go pee-pee or poo-poo.  Constantly worrying about it was exhausting.  In fact, one of the things I worried about the most was having to constantly worry about it.

Beyond that, I was waiting.  Waiting and hoping that James would show up soon so we could sit down and “talk.”  I wanted answers, and I wanted the truth!

Both Emily and Caitlin talked animatedly during dinner, mostly about how much fun they had seen me have “playing” with my toys.  As usual, Bill said nothing at all.  In fact, he was even more morose than usual.  Noticeably so.

“Bill, what’s wrong?” Caitlin finally asked.

Bill looked up from the food on his plate.  “What’s wrong with him learning to play?  Nothing.  I think it’s fantastic.  I’m happy to hear it.”

“Then why are you acting like you’re angry at something?”

He stared at Caitlin for a moment, then asked, “Did you go to the doctor today?”

“Yes.  I told you I was going.”

“And?”

“And everything is just fine.  Perfect!”

Bill got up from his chair, staring angrily at her.  He walked away from the table, then stopped and turned back.  “This is not the way we planned it,” he complained.  “It’s too expensive!”

“Bill,” Caitlin replied.  “It is what it is.”

“It doesn’t have to be!” Bill told her angrily before walking off and marching straight upstairs.

Were those tears suddenly in Caitlin’s eyes?  I could only wonder what that argument had been about.  But then, I was nothing but a baby.  Nobody told me anything.  One thing came through perfectly clearly to me though, since Caitlin had gone to the doctor, that had to mean she had some kind of medical issue that she was reluctant to tell anyone about.  She had said that everything was fine though.  Perfect.  But what did that mean?

As always, my chores came right after dinner.  When I removed the bag from my diaper pail, I couldn’t help but notice it was more full than usual.  It’s a good thing I changed it every other day.  I don’t think it could go much longer than that.

Loading the dishwasher and doing the laundry were becoming mindless chores.  Enough that I didn’t need to think about them that much, which was good because my mind was more preoccupied with worrying about how much I was worried about not going pee-pee right away so I wouldn’t leak.  Being worried about worrying about it was nearly driving me crazy, just like I was worried about whatever conspiracy the family had going against me.

“Hey Dad,” James said.

I looked up to see him standing in the doorway to the laundry room, and I was very glad to see him.

“Come on,” he said.  “Let’s talk.”

Yeah!  Let’s talk alright.  But this time it was going to be about what I wanted to talk about.  Did I need to pee yet?  Nope.  I felt no sign of it.  Like last week, he led us to the office where he again took the chair behind my desk.

“I’ve been looking at boats,” James said happily as I sat down in my wet diaper and removed the pacifier from my mouth.

“Wait!” I said.

He seemed startled.  “Dad, we discussed this last week.  I want to buy…”

“No!  Wait!  Listen to me.  This is important!”

He seemed confused.  “What?”

“This is the first chance I’ve had to sit down with either you or Ashley since you were here last Saturday, and something is worrying me.  A lot!”

He shook his head.  “Dad, you know you don’t have to worry about anything.  That’s our job.  You can just…”

“Stop it.  Listen!”

“Alright,” he said.  “What’s your problem?”

“Are you, or are you not, all planning on having me declared mentally incompetent so you can permanently take over my entire life?”

He seemed startled.  “Incompetent!  You’re not incompetent.”

“No, I’m not.  Not yet.  But isn’t part of your plan with all this to make me incompetent so you can have me permanently committed somewhere?”

He seemed shocked.  “Of course not.  What brought this on?”

“Last Saturday while you were working on my room.  Nichole was watching me upstairs all day, and she told me that you’re all planning on getting me to the point where you can have me declared mentally incompetent.”

“Dad, why the hell would we do that?  We want you to stop this silly suicide business, not ruin your life.  We eventually want just the opposite for you, to be completely normal.”

“That’s not what she said.  She said that declaring me incompetent would open up what she called opportunities.”

“Opportunities?  What did she mean by that?  It makes no sense.”

“That’s what she told me, and she seemed pretty certain of it.  She also said that Mike and Bill were in agreement with her about it.  It’s been worrying me all week ever since, and now before we do anything else, I just need to know if it’s true or not.”

“No.  Absolutely not!  But I promise, I’ll look into it.  What opportunities is she thinking of?”

“She wouldn’t say, but if you’re looking into things, I know that Bill isn’t happy with things either.”

“I know he argued with me over wanting to handle your money affairs himself instead of me since he’s living here.”

“I don’t doubt that at all,” I told him.  “Last week, after our talk about the fishing trips, he gave me an earful about how he should be the one handling my affairs instead of you.”

“What did he say?” James asked.

“Let’s just say he wasn’t happy about the way things stand right now.”

He nodded.  “Yeah, like I said, that much I already know.  I think Ashley will agree with me though, things are better for everyone if I continue to take care of your business.  Do you have any objections to that?”

I shook my head.  “No.  In fact, I feel safer with you doing it than him.  I trust you.  I’m not completely sure how much I trust him.  He’s never given me any reason not to, but…you’re my son, he’s just my grandson in-law.  And now hearing that everyone wants to eventually have me declared incompetent for some unknown reason, I simply don’t know what to think anymore.”

“I don’t want you to be incompetent.  I know Ashley doesn’t want it either.  It doesn't make sense.  That would be stupid.”

“And so would I if they ever managed it.”

“Which would be impossible,” he pointed out.

“Maybe,” I agreed.  “But right now, my life isn’t exactly the bed of baby roses everyone thinks it is.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Nichole!  She’s evil.  And I mean…evil!”

“Don’t be…”

“I’m not being ridiculous!  Listen.  Her goal is to make me not just incontinent, but incompetent too.  I’m sure of it.”

James shook his head.  “I’m sure it might seem that way to you, but the truth about the incontinence thing is that both Ashley and I were a bit reluctant for them to try to do that to you, but both Caitlin and Emily seemed to think it would be an important part of you becoming a baby again so this therapy can work for you.  And since they’re both living here and are your principal care givers, Ash and I went along with it.”  He chuckled.  “In the unlikely event that they do actually make you that way, I’m sure you can relearn it all in a matter of time.  If a toddler can do it, you certainly can.  In the meantime, since they think it’s so important for you, I’m afraid you’re just going to have to go along with it and suffer through whatever they want.”

It certainly wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear.  “You have no idea how much I’m worried about all that right now.  No idea at all.”

He chuckled again.  “Then don’t worry about it.  That’s the point of all this.  You don’t have to worry about anything.”

But I was worried.  Worried to death!  And afraid.  “And how about that electric zapper thing that Nichole uses on me,” I asked.  “The pain she hits me with sends me screaming every time.”

He was suddenly a lot more concerned.  “Electric Zapper?  What are you talking about?”

“When she comes over, the first thing she does is to shove something absolutely huge into my ass.  Something so big that it hurts like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Why the hell would she do that?”

“I’m sure she’s trying to stretch my asshole to make it impossible for me to hold back whenever I need to go poo-poo.”

He seemed startled for a moment, but he soon recovered.  “Something huge,” he said.

“Yes!  And after that, she attaches some kind of device to my cock and balls that she has hooked up to her cellphone so all she has to do is push a button and it shocks the hell out of me.”

“Are you sure you’re not making this up?” he asked.

“No!  I’m telling you the truth.  The woman is evil!  One-hundred percent evil!  And her goal is to make a complete imbecile out of me so she can have me declared incompetent, so she can get what she called opportunities.”

James shook his head.  “Everything you’re telling me sounds completely far-fetched.  It’s like you’re describing some kind of fantasy life.  What opportunities could she possibly get?  I’ve got all your money accounted for down to the last penny, and so far, everything is doing just fine.  Nobody but me can do anything at all with your money.  When I took over your finances, I changed all of your passwords so that nobody, not even you, can get into them.  The only other person who has those passwords is Ashley in case anything should happen to me.  There’s no way that Bill or anyone else can get into any of your accounts.”

He stared at me for a moment before he continued.  “Dad, you were a top executive at your firm for a long time.  Your salary was substantial all by itself.  But when you retired, the bonus they handed you was huge.  Plus, you’re still holding all that stock in your company.  Even by today’s standards most people would call you wealthy, and that’s not including all your other investments.  That’s also not including the money that Mom saved up over the years as well, that of course got folded into your accounts after she died.”

He shook his head.  “Dad.  Look.  Since you’re so worried about all of this, I promise I’ll look into it and see if there’s anything at all that you have to worry about…from any of us.  But rest assured, we’re not planning on having you committed in any way at all.  Just the opposite in fact.  As much as it doesn’t seem like it, we all just want you back to normal again.”

“Not everyone!” I told him.

 

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“How’d your talk go with your father this week?” Jennifer asked her husband as James walked into his house.

“Difficult!” James told her.

“Oh no,” Jennifer replied.  “And you said last week had gone so well.”

“It did.  But this time he was totally locked into some kind of conspiracy fantasy about all of us wanting to make him not just incontinent, but incompetent.  All so we could have him permanently committed somewhere.”

“Why would he think something like that?”

“Who knows, but he seems particularly focused on Nichole and some kind of outrageous treatment she’s doing with him.  He made it sound like she’s torturing him to death.”

“Torturing him!  That’s crazy.  She’s even taking a few days a week off from work each week now to help him.”

“Yeah, I know.  But Dad is convinced she’s got other things in mind for him.”

“Like what?”

“Who knows?  All he’d say is that having him declared incompetent would open up what he called opportunities for her.”

“Opportunities?  What’s that mean?”

“Even he didn’t know, and it’s his fantasy.  I do know that Bill made it clear to him last week that he should be the one managing his finances instead of me.”

“Does he want to change who’s doing it?” Jennifer asked.

“No.  He was pretty clear that he doesn’t trust Bill.  Personally, I’m not sure I trust him either.  But I explained to Dad that all his finances are locked down so nobody but me and Ashley can get at them, and I know Ash isn’t interested in any of that.”

“What are you going to do then?” Jennifer asked.

“I don’t know.  I do think though that I should let Doctor Clive know about all this.  Especially since he seems so worried about it.  We want him to not worry about anything, and this is just the opposite.”

“It’s Friday,” Jennifer pointed out.  “Tomorrow is Saturday.  I doubt the doctor is going to be in until Monday.”

“True.  I do have her home number though in case I need it.”

“But that’s for emergencies.  Are you sure this qualifies?”

James thought about that.  “Absolutely not!  This whole thing is just a far-fetched fantasy his brain has somehow concocted.  Maybe it’s just his way of trying to get out of this therapy we put together for him.”

“That sounds most likely,” she agreed.

“I guess I should call Ash though and let her know what’s going on.  Then Monday, I’ll contact the doctor.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” Jennifer agreed.  “So, did he say anything at all about the boat you want to buy?”

“The subject never came up.”

 

My Funny Farm - Chapter 18 – Rinse and Repeat, or Not – Part 2 of 2

 

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.

 

My Funny Farm - Chapter 18 – Rinse and Repeat, or Not – Part 1 of 2

 

My Funny Farm

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 18 – Rinse and Repeat, or Not – Part 1 of 2

 

I have come to believe that the most famous set of instructions ever devised are the instructions that are printed on nearly every bottle of shampoo on the shelves:  Lather, rinse, repeat.  But what if you don’t want to repeat?

“Don’t let her come!” I argued with Emily and Caitlin Friday morning.  “She’s evil!”

“Oh baby,” Emily said with a shake of her head.  “That’s silly.  She’s your granddaughter.”

“Mike is my grandson.  She’s only his wife, and I’m telling you she’s evil!  Completely evil.  Besides, you know all the trouble Mike used to get into.  Don’t let her come.  I don’t want her anywhere near me!”

“Baby!” Caitlin said.  “Stop it.  She’s not evil.  And she’s doing us a big favor by helping us take care of you.”

“She is not!”

“Yes she is!  Now she’s coming, and that’s final!” Emily told me in no uncertain terms.  “I don’t care if you don’t like her.  She said she spent a long time playing with you yesterday and she tried hard to work with you, helping you learn to wet and mess your diapers easier.  And now look, you’ve been peeing much more often ever since.  Last night you even had a messy diaper.  I think that’s pretty darn good progress.”

“It is not!” I argued.

“We think it is,” Caitlin replied.  “In fact, I’m wondering if maybe Emily and I have been wrong to use those thicker diapers on you.  Maybe the thin ones are the best way to go after all.”

“No!” I yelled.  “Look, she nearly killed me putting whatever kind of thing she used into my ass.”

“Baby, stop it.  She did not!  And look at you, you’re perfectly fine.”

“No I’m not!  Not after…”

‘Stop it!” Caitlin ordered.  “You’re being ridiculous!”

“I am not.  She’s evil!”

“No she’s not.  You just don’t want to do the things she’s trying to teach you.  You’re trying to resist doing all the things that Emily and I want you to learn so you can behave like the cute little baby we know you can be…like the baby your therapy needs you to be.”

I stared at her angrily.  “You’re evil too!” I decided.

“That’s it!” Emily declared, completely perturbed with me.  “No more about it!  Now stop it or you’re going to get your mouth washed out with soap again.  Nichole is coming to watch you today, and that’s all there is to it.  Now here,” she said as she stuck my pacifier back into my mouth.  “Suck…out…suck…out…suck.”  She watched me for a moment more, making sure I was doing it right.  “And I don’t want to  hear any more about Nichole being bad.  She is not!”

I was angry and afraid at the same time.  Nobody believed me.  But I guess that was the story of my life.  Nobody believed how much I didn’t want to live without my wife Rachel either.  And I sure didn’t believe they all wanted me to live so much.  As far as I could see, since everyone was so focused on conspiring against me, they should be happy that I would want to die.  I just didn’t get it.

But what I did get was that Nichole would be back in a little while and all the fun and games I had gone through yesterday would probably happen again.  Or maybe she would have some new games to try out on me instead.  Games that were even worse than what she had done to me yesterday.  I wished like crazy that I hadn’t thought about the possibility of something worse.  Now I had more reason to worry than ever.  And they all thought I shouldn’t kill myself?  What was wrong with them?

Emily had been right about one thing though, I was peeing a lot more often.  For some reason Nichole had instilled a total fear of holding back in me.  I was in complete fear of the pain that zapper might bring me if I leaked.  I was so worried about leaking that it’s all I could think about, even though I was wearing those thicker, practically leak-proof diapers.  I was so worried about it, that I had barely slept all night, and had made sure to wet myself at the slightest sign that I could.  And worse, in the middle of the night when I felt the slightest need to poop…out it came!  Although to be honest, after the ass stretching Nichole had given me yesterday I’m not sure I could have stopped it if I tried…which I didn’t.  I was too worried about being zapped again.

But I wouldn’t have to worry about any of it at all if Nichole didn’t come.  Everything would be fine and back to normal.  Unfortunately, she was coming and Emily and Caitlin refused to believe what an evil witch she really was.  The result was that I was physically and mentally exhausted, and I had no idea what to do about it.

True to what I had been told, Nichole arrived while I was sitting on the living room floor in front of the TV, drinking my bottle of that good tasting chocolate drink again.  I had a feeling that bottle was going to be the best part of my day.  Trust me, I was trying to enjoy every bit of it that got into my mouth.

“And there’s the baby, all dressed so pretty again,” Nichole said sweetly as she walked in and caught sight of me in another of those short skirt outfits that Emily and Caitlin seemed to like on me so much.  Don’t tell anyone, but I liked them too.  Then Nichole ignored me as she turned to Emily and Caitlin.  “Look what I brought,” she said to them.  I saw her holding up a doll.  “Isn’t it the cutest?”

“Oh, it’s adorable!” Emily declared as she reached out to take it from her.

“She’s beautiful,” Caitlin agreed.

“And she’s so soft,” Emily added as she squeezed the thing.  “Thank you so much Nichole.”

“No problem,” Nichole replied.  “I saw the thing and since it’s made for young toddlers I thought it would be great for him to play with.”

“I should think so,” Caitlin replied as she took the doll from Emily so she could hold it too.  “I think even I would like it,” she laughed as she stroked the doll’s hair.

She would like it?  The way Caitlin seemed to like playing with all my toys, I had no doubt she’d probably enjoy playing with that thing too.  But as for me, no way!  I didn’t like playing with any of those toys, even though in the back of my mind I remembered “enjoying” playing with that doll and the unicorn yesterday, although now that I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out why I had enjoyed those dumb toys so much.  In fact, I’m sure I hadn’t enjoyed them at all.  It just seemed that way.  Yesterday I had been just trying to fool Nichole.  Yeah.  That was it!

A short while later, Emily and Caitlin were gone, and I was stuck alone in the house with Nichole.  “Okay baby,” she said as she stood over me.  “It’s just us again.”

Why did that make me so fearful?  Maybe yesterday had something to do with that.

She knelt down in front of me and took the bottle away from me.  “Do me a favor,” she said.  “Count from one to five.”

“What?” I said.  “You were all over me about doing it yesterday.  Why?”

“Just do it!” she ordered.

I stared at her defiantly for a moment, then said, “One, two, three, four, five!”  I continued to stare at her.

“Hm…” she said as she stood up.  “Pretty much what I thought.”

“What you thought?  What did you expect?”

She shook her head and said, “Nothing.”  She reached down and handed me the bottle again.  “Finish it,” she said.  “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Like she did yesterday, she disappeared, heading out to the garage.  And like she had done yesterday, when she came back she was carrying that same big shopping bag.  While I finished my bottle, she disappeared with it into my room.  It wasn’t long though before she came back.  She stood there impatiently until I finished every last drop of that bottle before she took it from me and said, “Pacifier!”  I picked the darn thing up from the floor and stuck it back in my mouth.  Suck…out…suck…out.  I didn’t even have to think about how I was supposed to be sucking on the thing.  It just happened.

When she came back, she stood over me and ordered, “Crawl your stinking butt into your nursery and get up on the changing table.  You know what’s coming.”

Yeah.  I did know, and it scared me.  It scared me enough that I balked…big time.

“No!” I said as I stood up defiantly.  “No more!  No more of any of what you put me through yesterday.  I’ m not going.  Forget…”

She waved her hand in front of my face and said, “Nichole says to go night-night.”

I suddenly got extremely dizzy.  I felt like I might pass out.

“Nichole says to go night-night!” she repeated.

“…wake up!”

I opened my eyes and tried to focus my thoughts.  What had happened?  I must have passed out.  That thought scared the hell out of me because it would mean there was something wrong with me.  I needed a doctor.  I tried to focus my mind.  The last thing I remembered was arguing with Nichole over going through anything like yesterday again.  But now I realized I was no longer in the living room.  I looked around.  I was already strapped down on my changing table with my arms bent back like they had been yesterday.  How the hell?  What had happened?

I wanted to protest.  I wanted to ask what had happened, but I couldn’t.  My mouth was too busy sucking on my pacifier.  It was so busy that it refused to form even the simplest of words, no matter how I tried.  All it would do was suck…suck…suck.  Yeah.  I was scared!  Had she done something to me?  Maybe she really was an evil witch.

“Can’t have you sleeping through all the fun,” she said with an evil look on her face.

With that, I felt her tug the rope she was tying around my ankles tight, and she lifted my legs as far back over my head as she could, just like yesterday.  Five minutes later, I had that same humongous thing shoved into my ass and she was letting my legs down.  And like the day before, she fastened that dreaded zapper thing to my cock.  And of course, I got put into a very thin diaper that she poured an entire glass of water into before she fastened it to my butt.

She looked down into my face, staring me in the eyes.  “I’m sure you remember what happens if I catch you holding back and leaking.”

Yeah.  I remembered perfectly.  It was because of that, that I hadn’t slept at all last night.  It was because of that, that I was so frightened of her now.  I didn’t want to ever feel that pain… 

My musing and remembering got interrupted when she was “kind” enough to push something on her cellphone to remind me by sending massive pain through my entire groin.  I wanted to yell and scream as I writhed on the changing table, but my mouth was still too busy sucking that big pacifier and not even a scream could get out.  Why did she laugh like that?  Trust me, I wasn’t laughing at all.

“Oh, this is so much fun!” she exclaimed before she finally ended the pain.  I was breathing heavily, yet my mouth kept its perfect rhythm with the pacifier.  Why couldn’t I say anything?

She finally released my bonds on the table and let me down, all the way to the floor.  And I mean down!  “Crawl into your play area and play,” she ordered.

I was still reeling from the pain she had visited upon me a few moments ago.  I crawled, but it was slowly.  As I crawled, my mind went back to worrying again about leaking.  After feeling that pain again, the leaking worry was even worse in my mind than last night.  In the play area, I grabbed those soft blocks to play with them, but in truth, all I could think about was worrying about leaking and trying to feel if I needed to pee again…or poop!

She watched me for a few minutes, then walked into my play area with that new doll she had brought.  “Here,” she said as she leaned down and handed it to me.  “Hold her.”

I wasn’t crazy about it, but not doing what she wanted resulted in pain.  Too much pain.  I held it in my hand.  It was bigger than that other stuffed doll I had, and was made for an older child, but not much older.  This one had real hair instead of it being painted on.

“Hug your dolly,” she told me.

It took me a moment to fathom that, but I gave the doll a brief hug.

“Now kiss her,” she said.

What?  I looked up at her like she was crazy, but she was already raising her cellphone to hit the pain button.  I quickly kissed the doll’s face, although with that big pacifier glued to my mouth, all I could do was pretend…which was fine with me.

She chuckled.  “Good, now keep playing.”  She turned and walked out of my play area and closed the gate behind me.  But as she closed it, she seemed to think of something.  “Keep playing with that doll.  I’m sure you can find lots of fun ways that she can help you have fun.”  With another chuckle, she turned and walked off, completely out of the room.

Play with the doll?  I’d much rather not play with it.  But I was too afraid of Nichole and the pain she liked to give me to set the thing aside.  I kept the stupid thing right with me as I went back to piling those small soft blocks into different configurations.  What fun!  I could just barf.

She was back five minutes later though, and I noticed another baby bottle in her hand.  She opened my gate.  “Come on baby.  Bottle time.”

Bottle time?  I had just finished one out in the living room.  I wanted to ask her about it but for some reason that pacifier in my mouth was still preventing me from speaking.  Suck…out…suck…out, the perfect rhythm of it continued.  Afraid of the consequences, I left my new doll behind and crawled out toward the couch.  A minute later, my head was resting on her lap.

She pulled the plug from my mouth, my lips gave it more resistance than usual, and it came out with a soft plopping sound.  With that sound though came the realization that I could speak again.  I saw the bottle she was pushing towards my face.  “But I just had a bottle,” I complained.  “I was drinking it when you came in.”

She laughed.  “Oh baby, that was well over an hour ago.  Now it’s time for another one.”

Over an hour ago?  No way!  It hadn’t been that long at all.  “But…” I started to say, and I got no further as she pressed the nipple from that bottle to my lips and my mouth sucked it right in.  Suck…out…suck…out.  My mouth was so busy sucking again that there was no way I could say anything else.  Something about the look on her face let me know she was highly amused.  Yeah, she was an evil witch.  Why couldn’t anyone else see that?

“And then she said, “Nichole says to go night-night.”

 

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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.