Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Thirty-Eight
With the diaper change finished David carried Tommy down stairs nursing his bottle all the way, and deposited him onto his bottom in the center of the living room, once on the ground Tommy realized something was different he looked around and saw rails on all sides, he was in a playpen! All his toys they’d bought today were in there with him, the floor was a soft foam mat covered with the print of roads and houses, it was the classic town from above play mat style design every kid from the 90s recognized.
Tommy didn’t want to stop drinking his bottle, he enjoyed it too much, so decided he’d complain about the playpen once he’d finished it, struggling to hold the bottle in this position he flopped down onto his back with his legs in the air and nursed the rest of the bottle that way, he was trying to focus on the good feelings of the bottle and not be distracted by his irritation of being in a playpen, eventually he let his mind wander, at one point thinking back to the shopping mall and being changed on the large changing table in the family restroom, he pondered that such a large table even exists in public restrooms shows he’s not the only big baby around, there must be quite a few of them to be building tables like that for the public use, he even met one as he was leaving the room, proving that they do get plenty of use, Tommy wondered if he belonged in the playpen after all, it was clear there was already a designated big baby status in society that he hadn’t previously known existed, and he had simply joined it, not that he was stepping out of what was normal but rather just transitioning to a different kind of lesser known normal. The big baby normal. As if to signal him that he was right on, his bladder released At that moment, he hadn’t even realized he’d needed to go, it was a small release as most his releases were now, but he thought on how easy it was to pee himself freely now, how it often happened without even knowing it was going to happen, he wondered if he could hold it if he tried, but concluded he didn’t want to try, he didn’t miss the discomfort of holding it, he was glad to be free of that burden. Besides straining to hold his bladder in a diaper made as much sense as wearing a scarf in the sun in the summer, it only made you uncomfortable for no reason.
As he finished his bottle he sat up and looked to David who was approaching him already, before he could speak David sat down and wrapped Tommy in a hug, and firmly patted his back, with the first pat Tommy realized this was another burping, he embraced it this time anxious for the relief of a belch whichly quickly overcame him without warning. After belching David returned to the couch. Tommy decided right then to just accept the burpings as another new normal, he liked the hugs, and the relief that the belching brought his tummy.
Tommy: “whym I ihma pwaypen” he lisped around his mitten which was partially in his mouth being suckled on.
He hadn’t even realized he’d put his mitten in his mouth, his bottle hadn’t been out of his mouth more than one minute and already his thumb had tried to take it’s place!! in frustration, he ripped his mitten out and tried again.
Tommy: “why am I in a play pen daad…… daa……. I mean daaav…. daaaavid”
He wasn’t sure why he suddenly struggled to say David’s name, it momentarily distracted him from his question as David stared at him with a smirk.
David: “Well Tommy as you may remember you signed a contract and initialed the rules within that contract and one of those rules said that you are not to go into places you’re not allowed in such as the basement, yet this morning I did indeed find you in the basement, the punishment for going into rooms you’re not allowed in is you must be kept in a playpen whenever home for 1 month, and Tommy if you try to get out of the playpen then the sentence resets, only I may let you out of the playpen.”
Of course this was yet another rule! I should have known! Tommy thought, a month! that’s ridiculous! How could he just be stuck in a playpen for a month!
Tommy quickly placed his paci in his mouth before his mitten found it’s way there.
Tommy thought for a moment, is it really any different then just sitting on the couch all the time? At least there was more room to move here, and he had toys even if they were baby toys, then Tommy saw his big blue teddy bear in the corner.
Admitting defeat Tommy crawled over to his teddy bear and collapsed onto it, laying there for a moment feeling helpless and frustrated.
The playpen was pretty large, occupying the majority of the living rooms space, the coffee table had been removed from the room to make space for it, David had moved the table to the garage, Tommy could easily sprawl out inside the playpen without touching the edges, and then some, Tommy felt a little unappreciative as he looked around at the toys, he knew David was just buying toys that David thought were appropriate, David being the way he is and all, with his ‘taking care of the nephew’ mindset, and he had spent a lot of money on Tommy doing so, and Tommy had only complained.
Tommy: “Thank you daaad…..I mean daaaavid for buying me stuff, it was nice of you to spend money on me, thank you for cleaning me when I made a mess, I’m sorry I was being bratty.”
Tommy had to swallow his pride to say this, but he knew it was the right thing, he didn’t want David getting sick of him, Tommy knew he’d clearly had become someone who needed help, a lot of help, and he didn’t want David to become unwilling to provide all the help he so far gave in spades.
David: “Ohhh that’s so sweet of you to say that Tommy, you’re such a good boy, don’t mention it Tommy I love taking care of you, you’re just such a sweetheart.”
Tommy sprawled out and stretched enjoying the flow of warmth over him of his favorite words.
Tommy didn’t want to engage with the baby toys, he knew he’d eventually give in out of boredom but for now he resisted, instead just cuddling his new bear and watching TV, David had mercifully left it on Tommy’s kid shows, there was baby loony tunes playing now.
When baby loony tunes was over David changed a channel and then it was rugrats, Tommy had never watched rugrats, but he had heard about it, he knew it was a show for babies or real little kids, he watched the babies of the show getting up to their usual antics, and couldn’t help identifying with them in so many ways, even the fact they were most often confined into a playpen they weren’t allowed out of resembled Tommy’s exact current situation, at one point or another Tommy got flashes in his mind of images of himself being there in the show, with the other babies, it helped that the main baby in the show was also named Tommy, they even had similar last names, Tommy felt like this was a sign, like being a baby was more than just his state of being, like perhaps it was his purpose, his destiny.
David left the TV on the rugrats marathon and went to make dinner, Tommy didn’t even hear him leave, Tommy found a way to recline against his teddy bear turning him into a comfy support and zoned out on the TV, not moving until David came and grabbed him by the armpits without saying a word, lifting him up and carrying him to the dining table for dinner, he fed Tommy in the usual way complete with rubber pocket bib, and when Tommy was done eating he had Tommy hold his own bottle to finish it off but Tommy merely flopped out of the chair onto the floor and dragged the bottle in his teeth as he crawled back to the playpen, David quickly wolfed down the remnants of his own meal and chased after Tommy.
David: “Oh no you don’t, you’re supposed to stay at the table until I place you back in the playpen, that’s the playpen rules, you stay where I put you, period.”
From behind he grabbed Tommy’s armpits and lifted him up and over the playpen wall and put him back down on his bottom. Then removed his bib.
Tommy had thought if he could just make it to the couch maybe he could blend into it and David would forget if only for a time, but that hadn’t worked, Tommy felt like he’d lost a battle.
David returned to the kitchen and cleaned up the table and dishes etc, Tommy finished off his dinner bottle left it on the floor and crawled back to his teddy bear and rugrats.
Tommy immediately put his paci back in his mouth before his thumb could shove the mitten into it’s place.
Tommy zoned out on rugrats, something about seeing talking babies living life like their status as babies was the most ordinary thing comforted Tommy, made him feel less out of place, more like he belonged just as he is, like there’s nothing wrong with being a talking baby.
Eventually David picked Tommy up and carried him to bath time, bathed him in the usual way, and took him to his bedroom all dried off, laying him onto the table and handing him his bedtime bottle, as Tommy nursed that and David diapered the boy he noticed Tommy was now completely hairless (not counting the hair on top of his head) all his pubic hair arm hair chest hair leg hair facial hair all of it, had been getting so sparse day after day he started forgetting to pay attention it, it was getting harder to see, it was only now that he took a close look he realized he couldn’t find a single hair remaining, Tommy’s skin was now as smooth as could be.
Pleased with this, David finished diapering and dressing Tommy in a new sleeper this one was orange with a foxy tail on the rump and foxy eyes mouth and ears on the hood. Then David carried him to bed and tucked him in raising and locking the rail into place, he fed Tommy the rest of his bottle and once finished left the room with Tommy nursing his pacifier.
The next day Tommy awoke wet and messy as usual, it didn’t phase him in the slightest anymore, if he’d awoke dry or not messy he would have been shocked, this was normal now. He called out for David to let him out his crib.
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Thirty-Eight.
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