Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Forty-Two
Daadaa handed Tommy another present, and Tommy tore into it wildly, finally getting into the spirit of gift unwrapping, this one was a small box showing a crib with a mobile over it, Tommy figured out how to open it and pulled out what turned out to be a mobile, the base that mounts to the rail had a little mirror in it, and a bunch of sea animals such as a dolphin an octopus and a sea turtle, motifs of seaweed and various tropical fish and starfish etc.
Tommy: “HEY it’s my sea fwiends!!! I see them in my dweems!”
Daadaa: “Oh really well now they can help put you into your dreams every night!”
The mobile came with a curved arm that connected into a slot on the base and at the end of the bend of the arm was a round disc/cone that held on strings more sea animals and the same prints covered the disc as well.
Daadaa: “This mobile has lots of features, like it can make ocean noises or it can make flowing river sounds or babbling brook sounds or even nursery rhymes in instrumental, it has dozens of rhymes programmed into it!”
Something about hearing ocean waves struck a cord with Tommy, but he wasn’t sure why, just the thought of it made him feel like he wanted to lay down and sleep right there, but he snapped out of it when Daadaa handed Tommy a new present.
Tommy tore it open and again the packaging had an image of a crib on it, it called itself a crib toy, Tommy opened it and it was like a play center but smaller, it was designed to strap onto the bars of a crib and it had all kinds of buttons that made different noises and had dangled on straps various teething type toys of different materials and shapes.
Daadaa: “This also straps into your crib it’s something you can play with anytime you’re in there waiting for me.”
Daadaa was already handing Tommy another present anxious to keep things moving.
Tommy tore into the next present and it was another fabric box, Tommy opened it up and it was rugrats characters! Tommy gasped with excitement, but he still didn’t know what it is, he pulled it out and it was very thick and padded, very soft, rectangular but very long, he pulled it out-and-out and out and more kept coming.
Daadaa: “This is called a crib bumper! We will put it around the edges of your mattress it fastens to the rails and acts like a protective bumper so you don’t hurt yourself bumping into the rails.”
Tommy was just thrilled to have rugrats characters in his crib, he was also thrilled the bumper did not have angelica on it, he really didn’t like angelica.
Tommy was handed another package, this one pretty large, after unwrapping it was a fabric box, a big one! he took the top off and saw more rugrats!
Daadaa: “It’s new bed sheets, a comforter, and a pillow case, your whole crib will now be rugrats themed!”
Tommy: “Woooow, Thank you Daadaa.”
Tommy was handed the next present and opened it, it was a new teddy bear! this one was identical to bwooeey except it was smaller, about as tall as from Tommy’s diaper to his chest, just enough for hugging.
Tommy: “Oh I didn’t know bwooeey had a son!! bwooeey junior!”
Daadaa chuckled.
Daadaa: “I figured this way you can take him to school with you, that one should fit in one of your bags.”
Tommy didn’t even flinch at the idea, he already sucked his pacifier and dressed like a baby at school, having bwooeey jr with him wouldn’t be anything but welcome to him at this stage.
The next present turned out to be another teether toy, this way Tommy could have one in his playpen too.
The present opening went on, Tommy got many gifts, some from Daadaa some from Santa. Many toys many clothes lots of fun things, when it was over Daadaa picked Tommy up and carried him to the couch and held him in his lap while he fed him a new bottle, once finished he was burped and put back into the playpen and had fun all day long with his toys, Daadaa locked Tommy’s mittens back onto his hands by dinner time, from there the two of them settled back into the new routine, Tommy enjoyed his new crib additions, Daadaa installed everything and showed Tommy how to activate the mobile by pushing a big green button on it, it would run for 30 minutes then shut off automatically, unless he hit the button again, Daadaa would turn it on every time he laid Tommy to bed and Tommy would watch his sea friends slowly spinning above him while he nursed his bedtime bottle as Daadaa held it for him, Tommy played with his crib toys plenty when he woke in the morning keeping his mobile going while he was at it, he’d hit the switch in the mornings to switch it to nursery rhymes mode and listen to those while he either played with the rail toys or mouthed his teether toy.
The weeks passed, Daadaa did not celebrate or call attention to new years, he didn’t want to give Tommy any reason to think of his aging or his past year.
Eventually Tommy’s winter break came to an end, by this point his lifestyle had come to feel like normal life, and he did not want to go back to school, he pouted the morning of, wishing he could just keep staying home like he’d had, but Daadaa was insistent that he finish getting his degree, then after that he could choose to do anything he wanted even if that meant staying home all the time.
Daadaa had him ready to go for school dressed in his shortalls onesie plus drool bib, after Daadaa had strapped Tommy’s Velcro shoes onto his feet, he tried to lift Tommy to his feet but Tommy just kept going back down to his bottom, Tommy hadn’t stood in over a month and now he didn’t want to, the act of it felt strange and unusual and like a lot more effort then he liked, his muscles had somewhat atrophied, and his balance had suffered too.
Daadaa: “I know you don’t wanna walk Tommy but you’re gonna have to or else I’ll have to carry you around all day!”
Tommy didn’t see the problem with that, he liked being carried, by this time Tommy was about 5 foot sharp, it had gotten a lot easier for Daadaa to carry him as he’d been loosing weight all the while also, staying skinny as he shrank in height, Daadaa had already replaced his Velcro shoes twice without Tommy knowing it, anytime Daadaa noticed them getting loose he’d swap them for an identical pair in the next size down. He was always keeping Tommy in new clothes too so Tommy could never identify a difference in fit in a familiar outfit. Instead his outfits just got smaller with him, on top of this Tommy couldn’t see a difference in his eyeline cause Tommy spent all his time crawling anyway….
Daadaa lifted Tommy off the floor and decided to carry him to the car, buckling him into his 5 point harness.
Once at school as Daadaa lifted Tommy from his seat to the sidewalk Tommy again went down to his bottom, Tommy just looked up at Daadaa like he didn’t know what to do.
Daadaa: “Tommy do you just want me to carry you today?”
Tommy nodded his head yes.
Daadaa: “Well alright then, I guess you’ll get a ride on my hip for today.”
Daadaa picked Tommy up and held him on his hip, together with his two bags Daadaa carried him off to his first class, setting him down at his usual seat he pointed out for Daadaa, who then went back to his SUV to watch TV and monitor Tommy’s GPS.
Tommy had his pacifier in his mouth the moment he’d finished his morning bath and it was still there now, he’d keep it in as much as he could, this lead to a lot of drool as usual but his bib was there to catch it all.
During his first class Tommy did something uncommon for him, usualy when Tommy had a question he kept it to himself, too embarassed to be the center of attention in a class room, but something about knowing David was around campus today gave Tommy confidence, he’d been getting more and more comfortable in his new role and Davids promise to see him at the end of each class made him less afraid of attention. So today when Tommy had a question he raised his hand in class for the first time in many years.
Professor Mustache: “Yes Thomas what is it?”
Tommy’s pacifier fell from his lips as he began to speak, he’d forgotten it was even there, this did not bother him a bit.
Tommy: “Professor Mustache, did you want us to finish the rest of this tonight? or stop at a certain chapter?”
The class bust out laughing at hearing Tommy’s nickname for the professor, his name was of course NOT Mustache, Tommy had been calling him that in his head from day one because of the professors very large mustache that sat on his face like a sleeping long haired rodent.
Tommy didnt know why they were laughing, he had forgotten that this was only a nickname, in Tommy’s mind, mustache was just his name now. Tommy wasnt embarassed, he just figured he had said something funny and was glad to have entertained everyone.
Professor Mustache: “Well Thomas thank you for the compliment, you may call me professor mustache if you wish, I’m quite proud of my mustache, and to answer your question which is a good one, I do infact want the class to stop at chapter 25.”
Pleased with the answer Tommy reflixivly reinserted his pacifier into his mouth and nursed away without a moments thought on the action.
When first class ended Daadaa came into the class as the students made their way out, he went to help Tommy pack his bag when he noticed some of Tommy’s notes sitting out from this class, he noticed the handwriting in the notes from today was severely diminished compared to the notes from last class way before the break, Daadaa realized Tommy’s coordination was diminishing due to his hand and finger muscles atrophying from being in the mittens all the time, he never exercised his grip or anything, Daadaa wasn’t sure if this was for the best but if Tommy was OK with it as a cost of getting to keep his mittens on then so be it, besides, Daadaa figured he’d probably regain at least some of his coordination taking notes now that school was back on.
His bag packed Tommy was then lifted to Daadaa’s hip, who then carried him off to his next class, depositing him in his seat and returning to his SUV, after this class Daadaa picked Tommy up from his seat and took him back to the SUV, they sat in the cargo space and Daadaa fed Tommy his lunch then changed his wet diaper while he nursed down the rest of his bottle getting a burping once it and the change was done, Tommy didn’t even remember wetting his diaper anymore, he didn’t even know when it was wet, occasionally he’d feel it squish when he’d sit down and that was the only time he ever knew it was wet, likewise, for poopies, they just happened so casually he’d puuuush out any pressure and not pay any attention to what came out, he’d feel better with the pressure gone that’s all that mattered, and he always seemed to poop during his last class of the day, Daadaa had noted.
The next day went much like the last except this time Daadaa brought the stroller, instead of carrying Tommy around the whole campus he would push him in the stroller from SUV to class then class to class, then to lunch and back to class, Tommy didn’t walk anymore, he didn’t want to, and he didn’t need to. At home Tommy was always happy to go back into his crawl booties and grasp reduction mittens, he liked having the excuse to not stand or grab anything, so Daadaa could feed him every meal and bottle, his toys were simple enough he could enjoy them without the need for a grip.
One day Daadaa decided to update the ocean whispers in the walls,
he wiped them clean and wrote only these lines:
“Enunciation is difficult.
Its a waste of effort.
Daadaa knows what I need.
I dun ofen needsta speak at tall.
An hen I do I can ooz baby talk.
Cause I is jus a baby, so I shud dalk wike a baby.
I dunnt needsta sound perfek.
As long as Daadaa unnersdands me dats all dat matters.
An even if Daadaa dun undasden me dats ok too he aways fwiguhs out wat I need ebentooaly.”
The messages would repeat on loop all night.
The days went by and Tommy regressed mentally further and further, Daadaa hadn’t hardly had to do anything at this point, the whispers suggesting he speak baby talk were accepted by Tommy with ease, it seemed to help him fall right into little space and stay there, he actually seemed to do better in school now that he had no worries or stresses, nothing to think about beyond his school work, and play, his handwriting did suffer, but Daadaa often helped out with that, rewriting his notes where it was needed, eventually Daadaa got Tommy a digital voice recorder to use in his classes, so he didn’t have to write down all those notes, Daadaa would listen back the recordings and make notes for Tommy himself, making sure Tommy sat and listened while he did so, this actually seemed to improve Tommy’s recall since it meant he basically heard many lessons twice.
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Forty-Two.
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