Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Eleven
Thomas might have thought a hug unusual ordinarily but at that moment he was being flooded with warm feelings all through his body at the hearing of the trigger phrase, the hug happening at the same time told him perhaps hugs were the cause of these warm feelings, or perhaps it was just hugs with David… rather than protest he leaned into the hug and enjoyed it, they paused that way for a moment or two, then without a word Thomas turned and went off to his bus, David shouting behind him: “have a great day at school, be good!”
Thomas smiled, not even sure why. He assumed simply happy to have gotten a hug from someone for the first time in many years.
The routine went on this way without any new changes, David kept the ocean whispers to the same setting to reinforce Thomas’s new love for his bottle, nothing more.
After another week had passed Thomas came down for breakfast and the bottle was still there, Thomas didn’t even realize it was overdue to be switched back to the mug, but David brought it up.
David: “Hey so I know it’s been a week and you’re due to go back to the mug according to the rules, and I will give you the mug if you want it, but after last weeks performance I think I’d rather you just keep to the bottle if you don’t mind that, I won’t make you but it sure would be easier on me then having to keep steaming the carpet. You don’t mind do you?”
Thomas didn’t mind, he was relieved that it was being presented as an option, he liked the bottle now, he didn’t want to lose it, it was like a friend to him at this point, he only wished he could bring it to school with him, but he quickly chased that idea out of his mind.
Thomas: “No you’re right, that would be best, I don’t mind, those mugs are just hard for me I guess, I’ll just stick with the bottle from now on.”
Thomas tried to hide his smile.
David noticed.
David: “Thanks friend I’m glad you’re so understanding, that’s a very good boy.”
Thomas feeling the warmth surge through him smiled widely and stretched a powerful full body stretch in his chair nearly falling out of it, then dug into his breakfast like he’d started a race, a newfound vigor driving him suddenly anxious to great the day!
He went to school that day with a skip in his stride, and a smile on his face, who knew something so simple could give him such a happy day.
Onward the routine went until it felt normal, Thomas enjoying his bottles without reservation, enjoying his childish lunches without hesitation.
About mid month David once again snuck into Thomas’s room in the middle of the night and once again injected something into the boys shoulder after first numbing the spot, it had been 30 days since David had last done this, and he would continue to do it every 30 days. The effects of this operation had yet to become visible but inevitably they would eventually.
Some days later while David was taking a shower he noticed a larger than usual clump of hairs gathered at the shower drain, he smiled at the signs that the effects were beginning to take hold. Thomas had not yet noticed anything different.
It had been nearly two months of this routine that had come to feel normal now when David decided the next step was due, David had already been occasionally giving Thomas a milk bottle in the evenings, once or twice a week, to keep it normal but not too regular, now for the next phase he would give David warm milk bottles every evening.
After dinner one night Thomas went to the couch with his more than half empty bottle of orange juice when David came over and asked him to finish it off, so he could replace it, rather than complaining Thomas simply quickly downed the rest and let David take the bottle 5 minutes later David returned with a warm bottle of milk, Thomas was at first confused but when he saw and felt the warm bottle of milk he became excited, he had grown to love the feeling and experience of a warm bottle of milk, so he relished the chance to have another, he’d only been getting them once or twice a week and longed for more,
so when David did the same the next night, and the next night, he was content with the change of pace, and to accommodate the new expectation he would now always finish his dinner bottle with his meal and leave the empty bottle on the dining table for David to more readily refill it with warm milk, bringing it to the couch for TV time.
This of course led to many nights of Thomas waking up in the night to visit the restroom as the milk kept his bladder filling in the night preventing digestive hibernation during sleep.
If Thomas knew the cause of his sleep interruptions he didn’t indicate, he seemingly enjoyed the warmth of the warm bottles too much to complain about any effects they had on his sleep.
This became the new routine and Thomas had more than one close call in the night before he eventually decided to stop sleeping nude, and began wearing the pull ups to bed of his own volition, Thomas did not want to risk making pee stains on the all white bedding, and it was a good thing he’d done this as more than once he’d awake with a start to a spurt that was trapped by his pull ups. David made sure to continually restock Thomas’s top dresser drawer so it was always packed full of pull ups, so he always felt he had plenty to use.
After a few weeks of this new routine, and more than a few small spurts in the night which had thankfully not yet spoiled any bed sheets. David decided to up the ante.
One night after Thomas had finished his warm bottle that evening and went to shower than bed, he came to bed to find a new warm bottle on his night stand, David appeared in the doorway just as Thomas had finished getting under the covers.
David: “I figured maybe you’d like to bring a drink to bed, it might help you sleep.”
Thomas wasn’t going to protest more opportunities for a nice warm bottle.
Thomas: “That’s nice of you, thank you, good night David see you at breakfast.”
Thomas drank the bottle before passing out, not wanting to miss his chance to have it warm, it just wasn’t the same when it cooled down.
That night David had changed the ocean whispers, he didn’t think Thomas was going to backslide on loving his warm bottles, he took to it to readily to easily, there wasn’t any real resistance, this boy clearly craved love, and so a new agenda was called for.
The new whispers would be:
“Warm bottles make me sleep better.
I sleep much deeper with a warm bottle in me.
I love my warm milk.
I won’t wake in the night.
Warm milk keeps me deeply asleep all night.
I will get much better rest through the night.
I won’t be bothered by any discomfort.
Any pressure will simply pass away from me.
I can feel myself letting the pressure go.
Any discomfort I feel I will not hold onto.
I will let it go.
Let go now.
I am comfortable.
I do not mind the way this feels.
It feels good.
I feel good.”
This would loop every night from then onward
That morning Thomas awoke, he had slept so well, for the first time in a long time he could not remember getting up in the night to pee a single time, seconds into waking he felt it, a cold wetness on his legs, his crotch, and up his belly, perhaps he had spilled the milk? he thought, no that can’t be right I’m sure I drank it all, the empty bottle wasn’t anywhere in sight. He jumped out of bed and threw the sheets aside witnessing the massive wet stain to his bedding, he realized with dread what had happened, he had wet the bed, and slept right through it, he checked his pull up and sure enough it was soaked and squishy, it had been well over saturated, this was the first time in his life he could remember this ever happening to him, sure he’d had some close calls, some small spurts but he’d always woke up when that occurred and got it under control before it could become a massive disaster like this, he’d heard of it happening to other kids through school but never knew what it was like, never suspected it could happen to him. he decided right then to stop having bottles at night, he stood there motionless wracked with panic, what the hell was he going to do! How could he possibly cover this up, it was a disaster, just then David barged into the room.
David: “Hey Thomas I need your bottle to prep it for breakfast, What the, OH.. OHHH… OK, um…. hey it’s OK Thomas, don’t worry, I’m not upset, this is not the first time that mattress has seen some pee, remember it has that protector on it? that is designed for just this sort of accident, so do not worry, I’ll gladly wash your bedding for you, hey come here Thomas.”
Thomas was blushing furiously, he was upset that David had barged in, but it was Thomas’s own decision not to lock his door, so he couldn’t blame David totally, and the way David immediately went into a mode of comforting Thomas, telling him it was OK, forgiving Thomas immediately, Thomas couldn’t believe it, he knew he could never expect such a gentle reaction from his own Mother, the one person on earth any normal person might expect such from, David was too kind, and this had Thomas instantly forgiving him for barging in, as David finished his sentence he approached Thomas and threw his arms around him in a hug, he’s hugging me?? I just pissed all over his bed and slept in it and he’s hugging me? he’s not mad? he’s not angry? he’s not shouting cursing insulting, he’s just, hugging me?
Thomas couldn’t believe his luck that he had someone like this looking after him doing favors for him making his meals and now instantly forgiving him for something so disgusting as peeing the bed and sleeping in it.
David: “Shh it’s OK Thomas I know you couldn’t help it, accidents happen, you’re not the first nor the last to have a bedtime accident, this is exactly why it’s in the rules, it happens often enough that it had to be made a rule.”
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Eleven.
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