My Funny Farm
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 4 – Trouble In
Whoville – Part 1 of 2
Life got strange, real quick! Before bed that first night, Emily and
Caitlin both gave me a bath, and in the process, took the time to shave every
hair from my body that was below my eyebrows.
Afterwards, finally dressed in a dry fresh diaper that I knew wouldn’t
stay dry very long, Emily made matters completely worse when she sat down on
the couch, and between Jared, Caitlin and Bill, they all made sure I laid my
head in her lap so she could feed me my final bottle of baby formula for the
night. That was particularly not good
for me since I was already getting desperate to pee again. I had to find some way out of those diapers
and soon, or I was going to be one very wet…baby.
When that bottle of formula was empty, Caitlin stuck that
damn pacifier between my lips, then she and Emily put me into bed That darn piece of rope was looped over one
of my hands again and pulled tight, linking me to the bed. I could pull my hand down as far as my waist,
but that was it. Getting out of bed
would allow me to take a total of about one step, which meant that basically I
was going nowhere. Especially not into
the bathroom, and not anywhere near where I might be able to find something to
try and kill myself with. I also had no
way to kill myself because my hands were still bound up and useless in those
too tight padded mittens.
It was only eight o’clock, and they were putting me to bed
for the night. Emily pulled the covers
up over my nearly naked body. Caitlin turned
off the light, and without a word, the two women left me alone. Alone!
I just couldn’t really enjoy being alone.
Please remember, I was already nearly bursting to pee and
was trying to figure out what to do about it.
Plus, on a good night, before all of this, I usually got up two or three
times during the night to pee, and that’s without drinking anything right
before bed…like that bottle of formula they had just fed me. Because of that bottle, I had no doubt that
I’d be awake more than usual that night, trying to figure out how to pee
without leaving the bed. And I already had
no doubt where all that pee was going to go.
I wasn’t looking forward to it.
I also wasn’t looking forward to spending the entire night
in a wet diaper. And I knew it was going
to be the entire night because it had now been a long time since I had wet
myself that one time earlier that day. I
wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. Once again I squirmed around trying to fight
it. I pressed my one bound up hand that
could reach against the front of my diaper.
I did everything I could to stop it, but none of it did any good at
all. Eventually, I felt it start
happening just like it did before. Lying
on my back, the pee began leaking out a little at a time, then faster and
faster. It dripped down my skin and I
could feel it puddling inside the diaper below my butt. I gave in sooner this time. I simply stopped fighting it. It was going to happen anyway. In moments I was soaked.
Yeah, there was no doubt at all, it was a horrible
feeling. Not to mention a horrible
experience. And what could I do about
it? Nothing. Nothing at all. They had gone out of their way to make sure I
couldn’t do anything.
I wanted to turn over onto my side or my stomach, but I was
afraid of what would happen with all that pee inside my diaper. So I did my best to just lay there on my back
for as long as possible. Eventually, I
realized that the diaper had absorbed most of the wetness and as far as I could
tell, there was no longer a puddle underneath me inside that diaper. I took the opportunity to turn onto my side,
and despite how early it was, try to fall asleep.
Sleep didn’t come easy for me. Not at that early hour, and especially
because of all the angry thoughts raging through my head. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sleep at all
that night, but eventually I must have at least dozed off, because I remember
waking up when I realized I had to pee again, just like happened to me every
single night. I started to get up out of
bed, but that’s when I felt the diaper I was wearing, and right after that, the
mitts attached to my hands. I realized
that getting to the bathroom wasn’t going to happen.
Like it or not, I was stuck struggling in my bed to not wet
myself again. I didn’t struggle nearly
as long this time, and soon I was lying on my back with a puddle of pee under
my ass, just like it happened earlier.
This time, it took a lot longer for that puddle of pee to go away. At least, I hoped it had gone away. I tried to go back to sleep.
Halfway through the night, after waking up two more times to
pee, I realized the tops of my bare legs outside of that diaper were wet. I was leaking! If it wasn’t for that big protective cover
they had stuck over my sheets, I’d be lying in a very wet bed. And worse, my bed smelled, because I
smelled…of my own damn pee!
Was this one of those situations they were supposed to worry
about for me? Trust me, it didn’t stop
me from worrying about a number of problems that might arise from me staying in
pee-soaked diapers all night. Could
someone my age really get diaper rash? I
was guessing it was a distinct possibility.
Probably even likely.
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On Sunday morning, I was sitting at the table. My pacifier was still in my mouth and those
darn mitts were still keeping my hands practically useless. Since Caitlin and Bill had left sometime the
night before, Emily had gotten me out of bed that morning. When she saw the state of my diaper and how much
it had leaked, she was completely surprised.
What did she expect? For once, I
felt like I had gotten back at her a little bit. All she did though was to make a few comments
about how wet I was, as if I was a real baby, and then she changed my diaper
right there on the bed. At least I had a
dry diaper to start the day with. The
question now was, how long would it stay that way?
Jared was sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal and a
cup of coffee. Emily set a bowl
of…something in front of me. The bowl
had a teaspoon in it. She then came
around me, grabbed my left hand, and started unfastening that darn mitt that
kept me from doing anything with my hand.
She pulled the thing off and I nearly screamed with joy. I nearly screamed with pain when I tried to
unbend my fingers.
“Don’t touch that over glove!” she warned me. “Eat!”
She had freed my left hand.
My non-dominant hand. Still, it
was better than her feeding me. While
the others enjoyed cereal and coffee, I stuck the spoon into whatever was in my
bowl and stuck a bit of it in my mouth.
Huh! Yogurt. I wasn’t that fond of yogurt, but I could
easily deal with it. I enjoyed eating
for myself, happy for small favors.
Unfortunately, when I finished, Jared got up and stuck that darn mitt
back on my hand again, making sure I couldn’t do anything for myself again.
Emily pulled me out of my chair and led me into the living
room where she made me sit on the floor in front of the TV. A minute later, I had cartoons filling the
screen in front of me. She came back and
handed me another baby bottle of something to drink. I was not happy to see baby formula. Once again, I had to squeeze the bottle with
my useless hands to hold it, and drink. As
expected, it filled my mouth with an absolutely awful taste.
As I sat there drinking and fuming angrily, I literally felt
like such a child. What else could I
feel like? Trust me, life wasn’t fun!
I’m not sure if they were trying to talk quietly and weren’t
succeeding, or if they simply didn’t care if I heard a bit of their
conversation taking place out in the kitchen, but despite the sound from the
cartoon playing on the TV set, I did manage to hear some of what Jared and
Emily were saying.
“How long do you think he’ll be able to hold out?” Jared asked
Emily. Naturally, I had no idea in the
world what they were talking about.
“It’s hard to say,” Emily replied. “When I dumped the yogurt into his bowl for
breakfast, I mixed a stool softener in with it.
Eventually it’s going to work.”
“Nice!” Jared replied softly. “How soon?”
“No idea. It could be
soon, it could be a while. But
eventually…”
“It’ll happen,” Jared finished.
“Yeah. That pill will
make sure of it.”
I was sorry I had heard that much. Now I knew what they were referring to. Emily had doctored my breakfast. I was guessing that the stool softeners she
used were the ones that I had kept with the other medications I had in the
house. I only took one when I absolutely
needed it, which wasn’t often. I knew
they worked. I also knew there was no
telling at all how long it would take before they…stimulated my system. Like Emily had said, it could be soon, or not
till later that afternoon.
How long could I hold out without messing my diaper? Wetting them was bad enough, I wasn’t looking
forward to having a mess in them too.
And then of course there was the other question. How long would they make me stay in the messy
thing? I didn’t want to find out.
When the bottle finally finished, I happily dropped the
thing. My arms were getting tired trying
to hold it in place so I could drink it.
Two minutes later though, Emily collected the bottle, but not before
shoving that pacifier I hated so much back in my mouth.
Sitting there in front of the cartoons, it wasn’t long
before I felt the now familiar urge telling me I was going to have to pee
soon. In such a short time I had become
far more aware of that feeling in my body than at any time in the sixty-eight
years of my life. I wasn’t particularly
looking forward to sitting there in a wet diaper again, but fighting it wasn’t
going to help me much at all. I had
learned that lesson as well too. I held
it for a while, but as soon as it was getting to be too much, I stood up and
let loose in my diaper. The usual
feelings of disgust surrounded me, as did the pee inside my diaper.
“Where are you going?” Jared suddenly asked.
“Nowhere,” I told him, trying to speak clearly despite the
plug in my mouth.
“Sit down, and stay there,” he told me sternly.
“But…”
“I said sit!” he ordered.
I sat. I had only
wanted to tell him I had just stood up to pee, that’s all. He didn’t have to get so huffy about it.
Two hours later, I was still sitting there in my wet diaper
in front of the cartoons on TV. I was
sick of them, sick of sitting there on the floor, sick of wearing a wet
diaper…sick of everything! I was getting
to the point where I was ready to explode, despite any consequences it might
bring me. But of course, that’s when
things got worse for me.
I had peed a few hours earlier, now I had to do it
again. I fought with it for a while,
knowing I was going to have to give in eventually, but in fighting with it, I
suddenly realized I was now fighting with something else as well. Those darn stool softeners seemed to be
taking effect on me already. Or was it
the stool softeners and baby formula both going to work on my system. I certainly couldn’t rule out what I had been
drinking. Either way, I was now fighting
a big problem on both fronts. I had no
choice but to fight harder and longer. I
wonder if that was a mistake. But not
wanting to wet and mess yourself is only human nature, right? At least, that’s how I saw it. So I fought on…uselessly of course.
This time, I wound up peeing in my diaper while I was
sitting on the floor. But a moment after
relaxing just enough to let the pee out, unfortunately, that was all it took to
give the poop in my system a chance to come out as well. Trust me, I squirmed all around, trying to
find a decent position where I could manage to get all the poop, as well as all
the pee out of me at the same time.
“Baby,” I heard Emily say from somewhere across the
room. “Are you going poo-poo in your
diapers finally?”
Despite that pacifier in my mouth and the chore I was
currently still trying to handle, I did my best to give her a nasty look.
“Good boy,” she crooned at me as if I was a real baby.
Trust me, just then I felt like a real baby. It was…awful!
An experience I wouldn’t want to repeat again, even though I was very
much afraid I would be repeating it. How
could I get out of this predicament? Not
to mention, how could I get out of the mess in my diaper?
There was no doubting what I had done now. The smell was beginning to surround me in a
major way. I stood up carefully, trying
to deal with the strange heavy mass I could feel all around my backside. A feeling I couldn’t stand. They had made me wet myself like an infant,
and now they had made me mess myself like one too.
Yeah, I lost it. Big
time! I spit the pacifier out of my
mouth and yelled, “I hate this! I hate
you. I hate all of you. Let me go!
Stop this stupid stuff and get these damn things off my hands! And for God’s sake, let me get cleaned up!”
“Bad boy!” Emily said sternly as she hurried in my
direction.
“I think it’s punishment time!” Jared announced. Did he sound a bit too enthusiastic about
that?
“I think you’re absolutely right!” Emily agreed as she
reached me. “Bad baby!” she yelled. “Bad!”
Who did she think she was kidding? Certainly not me. This was a game to her – obviously! Except it was a game I knew I wasn’t going to
like.
“Down!” she ordered as she pointed to the floor.
“No!” I protested. “No
more of this junk! I’m done with it!”
I started to head toward my bedroom, but she grabbed my arm
and twisted it, pulling it behind my back in a very painful hold. Did I ever mention how strong she is? Must be all that exercise she gets as a gym
teacher. But despite my efforts, I was
soon forced down to my knees…in pain. She
kept me there like that until Jared had run upstairs, then finally came down
again, his hand full of…stuff.
“I’ve got him,” he told Emily as he took the arm she was
painfully holding.
“No!” I protested uselessly again. I don’t know why I bothered even trying to
protest.
He twisted that arm around and brought it down behind my
back, pushing me flat to the floor on my stomach. He grabbed my other arm and pulled that
behind my back as well. I felt him
wrapping something around my wrists, and in seconds my hands were tied behind
me, making them even more useless than they had been due to the mitts. I kept squirming around, kicking and trying
to get free. Before I knew it, he was
grabbing my ankles and tying them together too.
I wasn’t getting up from my position on the floor anytime soon.
Through it all, I kept protesting and squirming, wanting to
get free. Through it all, they kept
ignoring my protests. And then I felt
him grabbing my head and pulling it backwards.
Emily knelt down in front of me, grabbed my chin to open my mouth, and
shoved that same darn overly large penis shaped object in my mouth, completely
shutting me up. She buckled the thing
behind my head, making sure it wasn’t coming out anytime soon. I started shaking my head, trying to dislodge
the thing, but as I already knew it was useless to even try.
“I think baby need an object lesson,” Jared said sternly.
Not knowing what to think, other than that I was in big
trouble, I felt him grab me under my armpits and start dragging me over towards
the wall. He pulled me up until I was on
my knees, then he shoved me a bit closer to the wall. He leaned the entire upper part of my body
forward until that gag in my mouth was all the way against the wall . “Stay!” he ordered.
Stay? He had to be
kidding. But I soon discovered that in
the position he had put me in, doing anything but staying there like that would
be very difficult. I was on my knees
with my body leaning forward against the wall.
I didn’t have the strength to pull myself upright from there, especially
not with my hands tied behind my back. And
worse, I think the pressure of resting against the wall like that was pushing
that darn gag even deeper into my mouth.
You want to know the truth?
I was frightened! And then Emily
had to go and make everything so much worse.
“Just for that,” she said.
“You can stay in that wet messy diaper for an extra two hours
before we change you.”
Extra? How long had
she been planning on keeping me in it before?
I wanted to squirm around.
I wanted out of that position, but Emily and Jared were watching over me
too closely, not to mention, moving from that painful position would have been
difficult for me to begin with. It
wasn’t long before my body began aching and hurting. I tried to tell them how much I was hurting,
but with that big gag filling my mouth, I couldn’t. It got so bad that eventually I felt tears
forming in my eyes, and a little while later, I was actually crying – for real!
“I think he’s had enough now,” Emily decided.
“Are you kidding?” Jared asked. “It’s only been a few minutes!”
“Jared. Enough!”
Emily insisted.
“Shit!” Jared cursed.
“You deal with him. I’m going
back upstairs. He stinks to high heaven! And don’t even think of asking me to change
him. That’s your job.”
“It’s what?” Emily shouted.
But he was walking away.
Emily pulled me away from the wall, then gently eased me
down onto my side. She pulled me over in
front of the TV again and stood up. “You
can stay there like that for a while.
He’s right. You stink! And you’ve earned yourself an extra two hours
in those diapers before I change you.”
With that, she walked away.
I stank?
Surprise! What did she
expect? She had only herself to blame
for that. I squirmed around in my bound-up
position, trying to get free, or at least find the most comfortable way to lay
there. On my side seemed to be the
easiest for me, so I stayed and listened to the TV while I fumed over my fate…and
how much I wanted to murder both Emily and Jared.
Two hours extra.
Extra to what?
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