Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Thirty
Bedtime arrived and David stood up, turned the TV off, and pulled the blanket off Tommy who merely whined a little.
Tommy: “My bwankie.”
Tommy blushed a little at having admitted out loud that he’d been calling it his bwankie, David of course did not flinch at this, acted like it was totally normal, David folded the bwankie and set it aside, then he picked Tommy up, holding him in a hug with Tommy’s legs crossed around David’s waist, David supported Tommy’s squishy bottom with his right hand, holding Tommy’s back with his left hand, and carried him upstairs, Tommy could feel the squish of his diaper against David’s abdomen the whole time, David took Tommy through the routine, once in the bathroom he first removed Tommy’s booties sleeper diaper etc, then had bath time, new bottle for Tommy’s bedtime diapering, fresh mittens, fresh booties, fresh sleeper this one had a hood with a raccoon face eyes and ears and the coloring of the sleeper looked just like a raccoon too, David carried him to bed, tucking him in, feeding him the rest of the bottle even past him falling asleep, and inserting the paci into his mouth and leaving the room. That night David decided it was time to revamp his ocean whispers, Tommy had shown he was very readily accepting them, they no longer needed to be as carefully worded, David figured he could start being more direct and simple with Tommy’s suggestions, many things Tommy had taken into his personality by now to such a degree David felt they could be removed from the whispers. For example, Tommy clearly loved his cartoons, David doubted that would change even with the suggestion removed, so he rewrote the whole operation focusing on the things he felt still needed some reinforcement, and some new things.
The whispers would now be:
“When I feel an emotion I will let it out.
It’s OK to cry.
Whenever I feel upset I will cry freely.
Crying is a good thing, it gets all the bad feelings out.
I love my warm bottles.
I love drinking them no matter where I am.
I don’t care if anyone see’s me.
I love being fed my food.
I cannot feed myself.
I always make a mess with food.
I love my diapers.
I love letting all discomfort go.
I will never hold onto discomfort again.
When I feel pressure in my bottom I will always puuuush it out no matter where I am.
Whenever I feel pressure in my bladder I will let it go, no matter what.
My diapers will always protect me.
I love my bwankie.
I want to always have my bwankie with me.
I love when Daadaa dresses me.
I love the things he dresses me in.
I love my mittens.
I love my booties.
I love my pacifier.
I love crawling.
I will always keep my pacifier with me and use it whenever I want.
I have no problem doing this, no matter what.
Whenever I do any of these things I know I am a good boy.
When I am a good boy I feel warmth and love swell up inside me.
It starts in my belly and flows into my chest and through my arms and legs until my whole body is filled with warmth and love.
I love being a good boy.”
Tommy dreamed deeply, his dreams were peaceful and content, there was no nightmare event, no difficult moment.
When Tommy awoke, he was still nursing his pacifier, he tried to stand up, forgetting for a moment about the booties, and once again he collapsed to the floor onto his bottom, which squished significantly, he realized then that he was poopy, he had yet again pooped in the night, and now Tommy had fallen onto it in his haste to get out of bed, the shock of his hard landing coupled with the shock of being poopy yet again was too much for his groggy mind, and he started bawling like a baby, he hadn’t bawled so freely and openly in many years.
David came running into the room having heard the bang of Tommy’s fall and the crying over the baby monitor, he found Tommy on the floor by his bed.
David: “Oh Tommy! Did you fall out of bed again?! I remember you did that when you first got here too! We need to do something about that I think.”
Tommy was too busy crying to pay attention, he didn’t care if David mistook his fall to the floor as being from the bed, it didn’t matter, either way he’d hit the floor and it had hurt, and smooshed his mess, both of those are what bothered him.
David held the boy and shushed him, rubbing Tommy’s back as he did so, Tommy settled down pretty quickly as he woke up more and realized how pathetic he must look bawling on the floor like this, he wasn’t sure why he cried so readily from that, it was just too much too soon after waking up so recently.
With Tommy’s sniffles died off, David picked up Tommy and carried him down the stairs, supporting his squishy bottom beneath his arm, Tommy’s legs wrapped around David’s waist, David set Tommy in a chair at the table and went straight into feeding him left overs.
Tommy’s eyes were still red from crying, and he still had a sniffle or two, but he was feeling better.
Tommy: “Will these left overs ever end!”
David: “Well hey there, glad to see you’re feeling better, don’t worry there’s not much left, we’ll probably be done with them at dinner tonight.”
David fed Tommy his food and his bottle then before Tommy could try to get up he grabbed him and carried him to the bath, they did the usual routine and brought Tommy clean and dried to his room, David carried him the whole way, laying him down on the changing table, he went about diapering him for the day, he put him in the same combo, an extra thick overnight diaper, a cloth contour cover, and the locking plastic pants, Tommy wasn’t even really paying attention, just nursing his pacifier and staring at the ceiling lost in thought.
David pulled a new shirt over Tommy’s head, grabbed his wrists and fed them through the arms on his own one at a time, not even bothering to ask Tommy to help at all.
There were some snaps at the crotch as Tommy was buttoned into what turned out to be a onesie, he was still too lost in thought to notice, the onesie had a white background with paw patrol characters and motifs related to the show all over it.
David then pulled out a pair of shortalls, and pulled them up Tommy’s legs, pulled the straps around Tommy’s sides and over his shoulders adjusting their length to fit snug then buckled the straps to the bib, the shortalls were a baby blue color with even more paw patrol characters all over it, made of a dense sturdy weave of 100% cotton.
David grabbed the clip end of the strap that holds Tommy’s pacifier still in his mouth being nursed, and clipped it to the shortalls.
David picked Tommy up off the table and set him down on the carpet, when Tommy’s feet touched the ground he reflexively picked his feet up so his bottom would take the weight instead, it seemed his crawl training was going well, his reflex of standing was becoming a reflex of sitting and crawling.
David: “OK my good boy, time to go to school, you grab your bag and meet me in the kitchen, I’m gonna go clean up the dishes and get your lunch out.”
Tommy snapped out of his thoughts, mostly daydreams of things he was already forgetting what they were. He looked around at himself on the floor, David walking out of the room, he looked over to his bags by his computer, contents strewn about, he had to get going he recalled, he crawled over to the bag, with much less reservation then he had the day before, and began struggling to put things back into the bags, the mittens made it tough. Eventually he pouted a bit and called for David.
Tommy: “Daaadvid?! I need halp!” he slurred around his pacifier.
Tommy sat still staring at his helpless hands and waited, he’d admitted defeat to himself, he couldn’t do it.
Hearing the call from the baby monitor, moments later David came back to the room.
David: “What’s the problem little tyke?”
Tommy: “I can’t get my things in the bag with these mittens!”
David: “Hmm, yes we probably should have cleaned that up last night, alright I’ll help you little guy.”
David went over and cleaned up the items putting them away into Tommy’s backpack, it took him maybe 10 seconds. To do what Tommy failed at for many minutes.
David: “OK now, come on Tommy, I’ll carry your bag down for you, meet me in the kitchen.”
Tommy had really been hoping he’d get carried some more, but with the bag/backpack he supposed that was a bit too much weight all together.
Tommy followed after David crawling along the carpet, David was right Tommy thought/mused, crawling really does make me appreciate a clean carpet, Tommy had been staring at the carpet really closely out of necessity whenever he crawled, he was appreciating it’s total lack of stains or crumbs or hair clumps or any of the usual dirty gross things you might see in a dirty house with a carpet.
Tommy approached the stairs and having learned his lesson yesterday, he turned around at the top step, and went down the stairs on all fours, one knee at a time. His little bottom wiggling all the way as he did so, at the bottom he crawled to the kitchen and then sat on his bottom to look up at David, David was in the process of packing Tommy’s lunch into his paw patrol backpack, David zipped it up and carried it over to the front door, he set it there then also got the diaper bag out of the closet and carried that over setting it next to the backpacks.
David: “OK Tommy come over here lets get your shoes on.”
Tommy wondered/thought ‘why the hell did David tell me to come to the kitchen if he wanted me at the front door!’
David just wanted to make him crawl more, he loved seeing it, and wanted to acclimate him to it as much as possible, he wanted him to miss being carried though too, which is why he’d carried him so much last night, Tommy was getting familiar with the advantages of being carried, by being shown both experiences intermixed.
Tommy resumed crawling to the door without complaining out loud, he got there and plopped back onto his bottom, legs splayed out in front of him.
David kneeled down with his key and unlocked Tommy’s booties, taking them off and setting them to the side, he then slipped some new socks onto Tommy’s feet, then David pulled out from the shoe stand something new, brand-new sneakers!
David: “Here you go Tommy, I bought these for you yesterday when you were at school, it’s a good thing too cause your old ones smelled like pee after yesterday, so I threw them out.”
Tommy was thrilled! he hated those old shoes, they were great when they were new but that was so many years ago, they had become old, I’ll-fitting, pee smelling, plain looking, dirty shoes! Their time was due, Tommy was happy to get some new shoes.
Then Tommy looked at the new shoes as they were being slipped onto his feet by David, Tommy still had the mittens on so couldn’t put them on himself anyway, he didn’t know why David didn’t just first take the mittens off, but he didn’t mind, he’d started to really like the mittens they were so soft and comfortable.
Looking at the shoes he saw they had paw patrol characters on the side! they were blue and green with a bit of other colors splattered here and there, they looked like toddler shoes! they were toddler shoes! Just sized to fit him! as he thought this David fastened the first shoe and Tommy then realized they were Velcro shoes, he hadn’t any laces, it was just two Velcro straps on each shoe!
Tommy: “David thanks for buying me new shoes but why are they so childish?”
David: “Do you not like them? I can take them back if you want something more boring! I just know you like that show and figured you’d like some shoes that were more fun then those plain old nasty ones you just got out of.”
As he said this David was just finishing up fastening the second shoe into place, with both shoes in place it was done, Tommy was wearing them. It was only now as Tommy looked over the new shoes on his feet that he got a look at the socks and realized they too were colorfull and covered in paw patrol pups.
Tommy: “Well, I guess I do have to admit I like that show, and I do like the colors.”
David: “Then what’s the problem? don’t tell me you’re embarrassed! Look Tommy, you need to live your life for yourself, not trying to please the surrounding strangers! that never works, people don’t care what you’re wearing! they aren’t gonna be happier because you made some miserable boring choice! Live free, live happy, enjoy the things you wear! It won’t make a difference to anyone OK? Just wear them today OK? if you don’t like them by the time you come home we’ll figure something else out.”
Tommy: “No you’re right, I’m just being fearful, it’s OK I like them, thank you David, they fit great too!”
David had to go down a couple shoe sizes to get the right fit, Tommy’s feet were not as big as they used to be.
Tommy didn’t even realize he was still sitting on his bottom on the carpet even though the booties were off, and he could stand now, he’d gotten used to it.
David grabbed Tommy’s wrist and took the key to it, freeing the mittens and removing them, he set them by the booties, then grabbed Tommy’s hands and lifted him to his feet, Tommy winced the moment he put his weight down, expecting the slightly painful extremely uncomfortable spikes, they of course were removed, but it shows his habit training was having some effect, he was beginning to reflexively expect the need to crawl, if only he didn’t have to walk around college he could be kept to the training 24/7! David thought.
For the first time Tommy looked down, at first to see his shoes, and how they looked on him, and his socks and how they were plainly visible, the legs of his clothing stopped well above the sock line, just above the knees, then he noticed what he was wearing, he had no idea why he hadn’t noticed sooner, Tommy thought ‘these are shortalls! and they look so babyish! they are cotton and baby blue with paw patrol all over them! The t-shirt too!’ Tommy grabbed the t-shirt and tried pulling it up to see the bottom of it but it was buried and stuck, tugging at his crotch, he pulled an arm into the shortalls and explored what it was stuck on, he found the buttons and realized it was a babies onesie!
David was enjoying this realization that was hitting Tommy, he had dressed Tommy in this without him even paying attention and all this time Tommy had no idea what he was wearing until now, the fact it took so long just showed so much trust and acceptance that Tommy now held for what David would dress him in or do with him.
Tommy: “Uhhhhhh David this is baby clothes! These are cotton shortalls! this is a onesie! there’s paw patrol motifs all over these!”
David: “Now Tommy we did just have a discussion about not letting others scare you out of wearing what you want, that’s number 1, number 2 you have to wear the onesie cause it will help hold up the diaper as you walk around all day, that’s why babies wear them it isn’t cause it’s made for babies, it’s made for diapers, and you have to wear diapers now, remember the bus ride yesterday?, number 3, your jeans from yesterday were ruined, they had to be thrown in the trash, and so were the overalls, they’d both been ruined, and let’s be honest they didn’t fit you well anyway, they weren’t the right size, this is the right size, it fits you great and I think you look super cute in it, I think it makes you look like a really good boy! and besides all that you’re gonna be late if we don’t go right now so there’s no time to change anyway, we can consider something different tomorrow OK? now lets get going!”
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Thirty.
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