Friday, March 14, 2025

My Funny Farm - Chapter 13 – The One Week Anniversary – Part 3 of 3

 

My Funny Farm

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 13 – The One Week Anniversary – Part 3 of 3

 

Eventually Nichole woke me up from my nap and brought me downstairs for lunch.  The counter tops were loaded with pizza boxes.  The pizza smelled great.  Ashley, Emily, Caitlin, and Bill were still missing, but everyone else was gathered around the dining room table.  I was put into my usual chair and Ashley set a baby bottle of juice in front of me.  Nobody said anything so I pulled that big pink pacifier from my mouth.  A few minutes later, Nichole set one of my colorful plastic plates in front of me.  I couldn’t believe it.  The plate held a slice of pizza.  An entire, uncut, slice of pizza.  I didn’t even have to worry about eating it with those dumb baby spoons.  I picked up the pizza and took a big bite.  Delicious.

While I ate, I tried my best to listen to what little talk was going around the table.  None if it told me a thing about what was going on or even hinted at the trouble that Nichole had let me know was out there.  I was still being kept in the dark about whatever it was.  I didn’t like that.  It worried me.  And this was supposed to be some kind of weird therapy where I didn’t have to worry about anything.

Guess what was on TV again when Nichole took me back upstairs.  Sponge Bob.  Yeah, it was far more interesting to watch than what I was now used to seeing.

Nichole continued to keep a close eye on me all afternoon, including making sure I was always sucking on that damn pacifier properly.  Why did everyone seem so focused on that?  Did it have anything with everyone wanting me to be declared incompetent?  It was all I could conclude.

There was no computer time for me that day, but they did still make me take my afternoon nap.  It wasn’t as much fun without the porn before it, trust me, but at least it was a brief relief from Sponge Bob.

It wasn’t until late in the afternoon when Ashley and Emily came up to the room.

“All done?” Nichole asked them.

“Pretty much,” Ashley confirmed.  “How has he been?”

“Just fine,” Nichole told them.

I was very glad she didn’t tell them that I hadn’t always been as wet as she expected me to be.

“Are you ready to see what we’ve done?” Ashley asked me.

I was more afraid to see it than anything else, but….  “I guess,” I replied hesitantly.

She held out her hand and I got up from the floor and took it.  She led me down the stairs and all the way into my bedroom…or what used to be my bedroom.  I was shocked.  The once beige walls had been painted a soft pastel pink.  The white wood moldings were the same, but they looked completely different against that pink.  There were a lot of things though that caught my eyes more than the soft pink color of the room.

Where to start….  For one, there was now a fairly large wooden crib in the room, complete with bars.  The barred crib railings were all up, but through those bars I could see girly looking bedding already on the mattress.  I figured the top of the mattress to be roughly waist high and the bars of the crib extended up about another three feet above that.  I was guessing it would be a bit dangerous for me to try climbing over to get out of it, but at least I figured it was doable if I had to.  I couldn’t miss the baby mobile hanging from one end of the crib.  The mobile had small animals hanging from it.  I had no doubt they expected me to sleep in that thing from now on.  In fact, since it was now the only bed in the room, there was no doubt at all that I’d be sleeping in it.  My stomach lurched at the thought.

Not far from the crib was what I was guessing had to be a changing table for me.  It was painted all white and the entire lower portion of it had shelves that held baby wipes, baby lotion, baby powder, and the rest of it was stuffed with diapers, waiting to stick on me.  The top of the table appeared to be some kind of padded plastic that didn’t quite match the wooden color of the crib, but it was close.  Like the crib mattress, the top of the changing table appeared to be about waist high so I could get up onto it with a bit of effort, but I also saw a child’s stepstool in front of it to make getting up and down easier and safer.  On one side of the changing table, I noticed a round diaper pail that was another new addition to the room.

One of the main things though that caught my eye in the room was the one thing that looked completely out of place with everything else.  Against one of the walls was a good-sized sofa.  I studied the thing seriously, very happy to see it in my room.

“That’s not for you to sit on!” Ashley told me.  “That’s only there because Emily and Caitlin can’t get into that crib to hold you and feed you your bottles anymore.  Other than when they’re doing that, stay off it.  The sofa is for them.  Your place is on the floor.”

What a way to spoil the only good thing in the room.  My eyes now fell on the new dresser in the room.  It too was painted white with some pink designs on it.  It was a lot smaller than my old dresser.  I didn’t want to look into it to see how they had managed to get all my things into that thing.

All that….  All of that…was nothing though compared to the one other thing in the room that completely dominated everything else.  Stretching out from one corner to fill a major portion of the room, was an entire fenced in area.  The fencing was all colorful plastic panels about two feet high, with one panel swung open like a gate.  Inside that fence I saw not just my old toys they had been making me play with, but a few new toys as well, including a few small stuffed animals.  I also noticed a very girly looking fleece blanket folded up on the floor of the new play area.  Just looking at it, I had no doubt where they were planning on making me spend most of my time.

My eyes roamed around the room and now noticed that my closet door was open.  I walked over for a closer look.  All my clothes that had been in there were gone.  All of them!  In their place were a few dresses, skirts, and some blouses.  Girly stuff.  On the floor of the closet, I noticed two pairs of women’s shoes.  One pair of black flats and the most out of place thing of all, a pair of pink high heels.  I stared at them in disbelief.

Ashley suddenly took my hand and led me through the gate in the play area.  “Sit!” she ordered.  “I know you probably don’t know what to think about all of this, but it’s something we’ve had in the works for a while now.  Chris had one of his workers build the changing table for you, and the rest we found either on the internet or we bought somewhere in town.  I’m not going to ask what you think about any of it, because it doesn’t matter to us.  This is the world we decided to build for you.  We just couldn’t get it done before now.  So in a way, you’re almost starting all over again with your therapy, because now you’ve got a place where everything is designed to help you adjust to your new position in life…a baby.  And a baby girl at that.  We’re all hoping that you’ll come to love this room.  We put a lot of effort into it, and we all think it came out great.”

With that, she left me sitting there on the floor while she walked out of the play area and closed the gate.  I watched as she walked over to talk with James, Emily, and Caitlin.  I could just hear a bit of what they were discussing.

“We think that’s all he’s going to need,” Emily told James and Ashley.  “If it works, why waste the money on more diapers if he doesn’t really need them?”

“Not only that,” Caitlin added, “but when Mrs. Lowrey is here, she’ll only have to worry about changing him after lunch, and that’s it.  And he’ll still be wet for his afternoon naps.”

“He better be!” Emily said.  “We’re still working on that.”

“Doctor Clive told us it was probably going to take a while,” James told them.

“I know,” Emily replied.  “And I know he’s getting there, but he’s still fighting it.”

“She told us he would,” Ashley reminded her.

“Yeah.  We’ll keep working on him though.”

“As for your idea,” Ashly replied.  “I guess…try it.  See if it works.  As long as he’s well protected with the baby lotion and powder, he should be good.  But at the first sign of problems, we may have to reconsider.”

“Of course!” Caitlin told her.  “Although I think the only problem is going to be that he may be stuck in wet and messy diapers a bit longer, but like you said, as long as he’s well protected the only problem is that he may be a bit more uncomfortable for a while.”

“And the smell!” Emily said.  “That’s going to be a problem too.”

“Not too bad though since those diapers are so thick,” Caitlin told her.

“Yeah.  Either way, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Something told me they were making changes to the way they were going to keep me in diapers all the time.  From what it sounded like, I would be subjected to less diaper checks.  I considered that to be a good thing.  But the reverse side of it sounded like I could be stuck in messy diapers for longer periods of time.  That part didn’t sound good.

Later that evening, they took me into the bathroom for my usual evening bath and shave.  That was when I noticed something else had been carried out – the toilet.  Unbelievably they had even removed it.  I pointed at where it was supposed to be.  “Why did you take that out?” I asked.  “I’ve been good.  I haven’t even tried to come into here instead of using my diapers, let alone try to use the  toilet.”

“We know,” Emily told me.  “But now there’s nothing there to even tempt you to try and use it.”

“And nothing to remind you that you’re anything but a baby,” Caitlin added.

I got my usual bath along with them shaving everything on me again and then letting me brush my teeth.  Naked, they led me out of the bathroom and had me climb up onto the new changing table.  What I hadn’t seen before were the two white straps that were fastened to the table.  Emily pulled one of them across my chest and fastened it, not too tight at all, but I had no doubt that getting up from there would take me a moment since I’d have to undo that strap.  Fortunately, they didn’t do anything at all with the strap that would have gone over my legs.  Emily then lathered and powdered me before Caitlin pulled the thick night diaper up between my legs and fastened it.  Then they undid that strap and had me sit up on the changing table while they dressed me in a new long nightgown.  I was glad for the nightgown.  The evenings were starting to get more than a bit cool.  I liked the fact that it was something feminine to wear even more.  I certainly didn’t tell them that though.

After that, I got to try out the new sofa while Caitlin sat at one end and had me lay down with my head in her lap while she fed me my evening bottle of formula.  When that was done, it was time to face my new prison.  The crib.  And a prison it was.  I was put in it, and the entire barred side of it was raised, essentially locking me in.  From my back, I looked up at the top of the bars.  They seemed to be so far above me.  I looked out around my entire new room.  It seemed strange and frightening looking at it through those bars.  I didn’t feel comforted by those safety bars being there.  Instead, I felt trapped, like an animal in a cage.

Catilin looked through the bars of my prison.  “Suck,” she said softly.  “Out.  Suck…out…suck…out….”  She again set up the rhythm she wanted for my pacifier.  After this much practice, I had no trouble getting it going.  She watched me for a while before she stood up.  Night-night,” she told me softly.  “Suck…out…suck…out.”

She and Emily turned out the light and left the room.  I was stuck in a new world . A world that included prison-like bars.  A room where everything around me made me nervous and afraid…and excited at the same time.

Suck…out…suck…out…suck…out.  I no longer even had to think about it.  It just happened on its own.

 

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