Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Fifteen
The first time Tommy awoke with a thumb in his mouth, his eyes still closed he first noticed he was actively suckling, but drawing no milk, his eyes shot open, and he popped his thumb out with an audible break of the suction, he was quite perplexed, he stared at his thumb for minutes wondering why the hell he had been sucking his thumb, trying to remember when it had gotten in there but having no memory of that moment, Tommy was concerned about this development, it seemed like he couldn’t stop himself from sliding backwards in his independence, what bothered him more, was how comfortable he was with that fact, he recognized the issue, but felt no worry about it, and recognizing his lack of worry over his increasingly childish behavior worried him the most, eventually Tommy rationalized to himself that the thumb sucking was probably just a natural instinct re-awoken by his newfound use of a bottle, and while that did bother him he had to admit he couldn’t see himself refusing to drink his bottles, he had come to enjoy them too much to even consider letting them go, they gave him a deep full filling warmth that he did not know how to replace, and did not think he could live without.
One night David made some changes to the ocean whispers. he added to the whispers:
“I enjoy suckling.
It doesn’t matter if it’s my bottle, my thumb, or my bottom lip, or anything.
I enjoy suckling, it brings me comfort.
It makes me relaxed.
It eases any fear or anxiety I might have.
It makes me feel safe.
It makes me feel protected.
Having something to suckle makes me feel hidden.
Whenever I suckle at something I feel like I’m being guarded by a protector.
It does not matter when or where I am I will suckle whenever I feel like I need any of these feelings.
My thumb often enters my mouth without me knowing it.
And I like it when my thumb finds it’s own way to my mouth.”
It had been a couple days since Tommy had started hearing these new whispers in his dreams. At this point David had stopped going into Tommy’s room at night, it was no longer needed, Tommy was now putting his own thumb into his mouth in the night without any assistance, one morning Tommy was on the bus, on his way to school, he was staring out the window lost in thought, the bus pulled up to his stop and recognizing the location broke him from his thoughts as he turned to stand and grab the rail to steady himself his hand did not come from his side, but rather it came from his mouth, as he grabbed the rail he noticed his thumb was wet and wrinkled, he had been sucking his thumb on the bus and didn’t even know it, he nearly stumbled as he stepped off the bus, he got on the sidewalk and stopped, staring at his thumb like it had betrayed him, like it had gotten a mind of it’s own and done something to embarrass him, Tommy glanced back at the bus just as it started pulling away and looked at the passengers near the windows, a couple of them were staring at him and smiling, he knew they had seen it, but at least they weren’t laughing. he was so humiliated, his face flushed red with shame, he turned and ran off to use the restroom and then to class.
His first class went well and about half-way through he was able to put away his notes, the rest of the class would not require note taking just listening, as he sat there listening he did his best to stay focused, it was only when the bell went off, and he looked around breaking from his thoughts that he once again noticed his thumb was in his mouth, he quickly shot his hands down to his side, praying no one had noticed.
To Tommy’s left a few empty seats away there was a student who had noticed, she saw Tommy suckling at his thumb, not just holding it in his mouth but actively suckling at it like a newborn, she was at first stunned, but then rationalized to herself that Tommy must be some kind of gifted special needs student, she glanced over at the boys backpacks and saw one of them was a child’s paw patrol backpack, this confirmed it in her mind, she felt pity for the boy, all alone in college with a thumb sucking habit, she turned her attention away from Tommy trying to resume minding her own business, but he occupied her thoughts the rest of the day, shed even seen him at lunchtime in the cafeteria eating a rather childish looking lunch out of his paw patrol backpack, she noticed how he seemed to struggle at his juice box like it was a fight to the death. Her heart strings had been tugged, she again turned her attention away trying to resume minding her own business, but she did not sit very far away from Tommy as she ate her own lunch, trying to keep her eye on him, just enough to make sure he was alright, she worried what might happen if someone less than kind were to stumble over this poor vulnerable boy.
On the bus ride home that day it happened again, half-way through the ride Tommy noticed his thumb in his mouth again and pulled it out, he shoved his hand in his pocket and kept it there,
when his bus reached his stop he reached to grab the rail and once again his thumb popped from his mouth, “UHHG!” he groaned in audible disgust with himself for being so out of control with this new habit.
He ran home, and collapsed on the couch.
David: “What’s the matter Tommy?! You look like you had a bad day?”
Tommy: “Oh uhhhhhhmmm it was an OK day, I’m just frustrated.”
David: “OK… why are you frustrated.”
Tommy did not want to admit he had become a helpless thumb sucker. he quickly made up an excuse
Tommy: “Finals are approaching and I’m just nervous that’s all.”
David: “Oh don’t worry about that I’m sure you’ll do just fine, if your really worried about it I’d be glad to help you study anyway I can just let me know.”
Once again there’s David bending over backwards to volunteer to help me however he can. and here I am lying and hiding things from him. Tommy thought.
Tommy went upstairs and got his homework out of the way, he came down for dinner and resolved that while he was around David he would just keep something in both hands to keep his thumb from wandering into his mouth, he went straight to dinner and grabbed a fork in one hand a knife in the other and kept them that way, he’d only set them down to drink his bottle and he’d pick them right back up soon as his bottle was set down. After dinner, he went to the couch and while he waited for David to join him carrying his evening milk bottle he sat on his hands, when David came in with the milk bottle he noticed Tommy sitting on his hands, and figured out what was going on, David realized the subliminal suggestions must have taken hold, Tommy was frustrated cause he couldn’t keep his thumb out of his mouth in public, David decided to ease Tommy’s fears over this with a new adjustment to the ocean whispers tonight.
David pulled out his phone as he sat watching TV, and he added the lines:
“Thumb sucking is not embarrassing.
There is no reason to hide it.
There is no reason to be ashamed.
Nobody cares if I suck my thumb.
If someone makes fun of me they are just jealous.
They want to suck their own thumb too, but they are too afraid to do it.
I am brave because I am not afraid to enjoy my thumb and the peace it brings me.”
Tommy drank his bottle on the couch watching TV, Tommy figured if he just kept the bottle in his mouth his thumb wouldn’t have room to get in, so he drank his milk bottle as slow as he could, even just keeping the nipple in long after the bottle had become empty, only setting it down on the table when he was leaving to the shower and bed. as David diapered Tommy that night he was as per routine suckling down his bedtime bottle and that kept his thumb out of his mouth, Tommy got to bed and David had left, Tommy was relieved he had successfully kept his thumb sucking hidden from David today, he decided tomorrow he would spend some time searching the internet for a solution to this new problem, but first he would sleep, and as the last drops of milk left the bottle for his mouth, his eyes drooped, and he dropped into slumber flat on his back, the bottle rolling away onto the floor like it did every night.
Shortly after falling asleep his thumb had of course found it’s way back to his mouth.
Each day Tommy’s thumb suckling seemed to get more frequent, and his worries about it seemed to get duller, there were moments he would notice halfway through his bus ride that his thumb was in his mouth, and he would just leave it there, feeling like it was pointless to pull it out since it would only find it’s way back in, besides he was starting to enjoy suckling at it anyway.
After only a few days of the most recent adjustments to the messages Tommy had done it in front of David, it was after dinner, they were on the couch, Tommy had just finished off his evening milk bottle and sat the bottle on the table, he didn’t bother going at it slowly, he’d gone back to his usual pace, and so with the bottle empty and his hands free, his thumb entered his mouth yet again.
David: “You know I think you’re actually pretty cute like that, that makes you a good boy in my eyes.”
Hearing this Tommy noticed his thumb in his mouth, at first he was angry he had gone and done it in front of David, he had been trying so hard to hide it from David, but quickly those feelings were wiped away by David calling him cute, and the trigger words good boy sending warmth cascading through his body, when David had initially drawn Tommy’s attention to the thumb his first reaction was an intent to pull it out and hide it but upon hearing cute and good boy he stretched and smiled and decided to just keep it there.
And there he sat suckling his thumb and smiling around it the rest of the night until bedtime.
After another week of this there was hardly a moment Tommy wasn’t suckling his thumb. By this point all his class mates knew he was a thumb sucker, but they all saw his paw patrol backpack and came to the same conclusion as the first one who’d noticed, no one picked on him, no one talked to him, they all just let him be, Tommy wasn’t worried anymore about his thumb suckling, in the back of his mind some far away voice was full of panic over it but Tommy’s primary inclination was to just accept it, he enjoyed it and it wasn’t hurting anyone so why not indulge himself, it brought him comfort and peace and thus it was a good thing for him.
One day Tommy came home from school and upon entering his room he smelled paint, he looked around and at first didn’t notice anything different, but when he turned around to leave the room he saw it, a giraffe cartoon had been painted onto his wall right by the door frame, he wasn’t sure what to make of this development, so he went downstairs and found David on the couch.
Tommy: “Uhm, you painted a giraffe on my wall??”
David: “Oh yes! I did! I felt a little bored and I had some paint cans I found in the garage so figured what the heck why not try to brighten up those boring plain walls in your room! do you like it! I hope I did a good job?”
Tommy had to admit it did look professionally done, he was surprised David had such painting skills.
Tommy: “Well you did do a good job at it, but why a giraffe? in my room? I mean, it’s kinda childish?”
David: “Yes well if my nephew ever stays over again I’m sure he’ll love it, you don’t mind do you? if it bothers you I can just repaint the wall back to the solid color it was before, I have that paint on hand also.”
Tommy felt bad, David was thinking of his nephew and here Tommy was gonna ruin it for him,
Tommy: “No I don’t mind, I was just confused, you’re right it looks nice, go ahead and paint whatever you’d like I don’t mind. I didn’t realize you had such painting skills.”
David: “Oh yes it’s just like I said before, when you retire young you get a lot of extra time to learn lots of new things. painting is just one of those hobbies I tried out for awhile”
What David didn’t confess is the giraffe was really a stealthy measuring technique, David had painted the spots on the giraffes neck at specific intervals so he could tell Tommy’s height as he walked by the giraffe, every time Tommy entered or left his bedroom David could see from the hidden camera exactly how tall Tommy was down to the inch.
Thanksgiving arrived and Tommy got a break from school, there were no classes for three days with thanksgiving day being the middle day of that break, plus the weekend followed after that giving him 5 days off.
David: “So you going home for the holidays this year?”
Tommy: “Uhm no, there’s nothing for me back there, I’ll probably just hang out here on the couch or something.”
David’s heart strings were tugged at hearing this, he’d never asked about the poor little guys family, this sounded like he didn’t have any, David didn’t want to pry, so he just assumed that for whatever reason Tommy would be happier here with him.
So David decided to give Tommy a real thanksgiving, and he hoped this might be a good opportunity to advance Tommy to the next stage.
The day before thanksgiving after Tommy had finished breakfast in his usual squishy morning diaper, showered, and entered his room, David was waiting.
David: “So I figured if you’re gonna stay home all day, and hang out on the couch, chances are good you might fall asleep on the couch, and that’s fine and all you should nap all you can during your break it’s good for you, but it’s not good for my couch unless you are diapered, so are you OK with that? Id like to protect my couch and I’d like you to do what’s best for your recuperation and nap freely, if you wake from a nap wet just let me know and I’ll gladly change your diaper..”
This was the first time Tommy faced the prospect of being diapered in the daytime, he couldn’t argue David’s reasoning though, so he knew he needed to either commit to staying awake, which might disappoint David given that statement about getting his rest in on break, or accept being diapered in the daytime, some growing ever larger day by day part of the back of his mind looked forward to his diaper every night, so the prospect of having to wear one in the day as long as he was staying home didn’t seem to bother him as much as he knew it should, and besides, he knew he would want to nap, it’s one of the best parts of break, napping on the couch freely is not something he wanted to give up because of his newfound inability to stay dry while sleeping,
Tommy: “I guess you have a good point, I don’t want to ruin your couch, and I probably will fall asleep. Alright I’ll wear it.”
David: “That’s a good boy, alright hop on up then.”
David quickly shook out an overnight diaper from the drawer, powdered it and positioned it on the table, Tommy rolled onto it, David this time powdered Tommy’s crotch and bottom, rubbing it in gently, this was the first David had touched Tommy like this, Tommy didn’t seem to mind, but he was holding really still, as though nervous about it.
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Fifteen.
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