Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Nineteen
Tommy: “Hey now! do you need to check my diaper like that! you can just ask!”
David: “Oh lighten up its just easier this way, besides I’m not sure you’d answer accurately if you said you were dry.”
Tommy: “Of course I would, why wouldn’t I?”
David: “You might not even know if you are wet, diapers are pretty good about feeling dry even when they aren’t, its not your fault if you couldn’t tell, so I’ll just check whenever I need to.”
Tommy was too confused by this and too tired to bother continueing the arguement, in frustration he gave up.
David having determined his diaper was still dry tucked Tommy in, since he couldn’t do it himself now that his hands were useless, David tucked him in tight to make sure the blankets stayed in place all night, before David finished he suddenly started sniffing the air. He sniffed right at Tommy’s armpits.
David: “Tommy, did you shower tonight?”
Tommy: “How could I? you’d already put me in the bedtime diaper early!”
David: “Tommy, I thought you’d already showered after you got off the potty, while I was waiting in your room for you. I did tell you to shower once you were done on the potty… I assumed you had done so by the time I was diapering you or you would have said something, you even climbed all the way into bed without so much as mentioning that you had yet to shower..”
Tommy: “I guess I just assumed you knew, I didn’t think you’d want me to waste yet another diaper just to shower.”
David: “Well you should know better if you do remember the rules, showering twice a day once in the morning once at night is in there, jeez Tommy how many rules are you gonna break today?!”
Tommy was getting sick of this, David’s boiling frog tactic had been working great so far but now he was pushing things to fast, the frog might jump if he wasn’t careful here.
Tommy with clenched jaw in irritation: “And remind me what’s the punishment for skipping a single shower?”
David sensing a band about to snap: “Don’t worry about it Tommy, we don’t need to discuss that right now, it won’t apply this week anyway, I’ll remind you what the rule is when it comes to matter next week, you just drink your bottle and go to sleep now, be a good boy for me, there you go.”
As David was finishing this sentence he guided the bottle into Tommy’s lips, Tommy unclenched his jaw and took it in, he was nearing a breaking point but hearing good boy and for once being told not to worry about a rule made him feel better, he closed his eyes and mentally bathed in the warmth flowing through him as he nursed his bottle, without realizing it Tommy drifted off to sleep when the bottle was only half empty, David continued to hold it in place and Tommy continued suckling it while sound asleep, once the bottle was finished David left the room.
phew David thought, that was a close one, I hadn’t expected Tommy to break 3 rules in one day, if I don’t slow things down he’s gonna snap, gotta go slower than this.. it’s hard though he’s taken to things so easily thus far it just encourages me to keep pushing, I just love seeing him like this it makes me all the more anxious to get him to the finish line, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this enamored by one of my tenants, there’s something really special about Tommy, I can tell he wants this, he wants the love that he’s getting from this, I can tell he needs it, I’m gonna make sure he gets it.
David pulled out his phone and made a new addition to the other lines in the ocean whispers, he added:
“When I feel an emotion I will let it out.
It’s OK to cry.
I like wearing my mittens, they are very comfortable.
I like being fed by others, it feels like love.
They must love me, or they wouldn’t bother to feed me.
When they feed me I can feel the warmth of their love flowing through my whole body.
When they hold my bottle for me it feels so comfortable, so loving.
I enjoy being fed food and bottles.
My mittens make sure I get more feedings and thus more love.
It is so hard to feed myself, sometimes I forget how to do it.
Sometimes I spill my food on myself or on the ground whenever I try to feed myself.
I know I can’t spill when someone else feeds me instead.
It’s much better to be fed then to feed myself.”
When Tommy awoke the next morning he felt his face all wet, he felt that he was suckling something, he opened his eyes and his mittened hand was in front of his face but it of course could not fit in his mouth, instead he realized he had been suckling at his pillow case, he had a mouthful of the fabric in his mouth and had been nursing it like it was a thumb, there was a massive wet spot on his pillow case from his saliva spreading out from his mouth.
Yuck he thought, this feels like a new low, no longer even capable of sucking my thumb yet I’m still sucking whatever seems to reach my mouth, I miss my thumb, at least it didn’t make a mess like this.
Tommy stood up from the bed and tried to go downstairs, but turning his doorknob was proving difficult, he had both mittens against the knob and was squeezing as tight as he could, but they would just slide along the metal, he couldn’t even get out of his room! in frustration, he banged a padded fist against the door, David heard this and came up to see the problem, in defeat Tommy collapsed to the floor sitting on his squishy bottom, he hardly noticed the squish, it was a normal part of his mornings now.
David found Tommy sitting on the floor looking down at himself.
David: “what’s the matter sport? You look down in the dumps.”
David glanced over at the bed to see if he’d maybe leaked on it, David saw the massive wet spot on the pillow and the bunched up wad of fabric in the center of the wet spot, David surmised that poor thumb sucker Tommy had been suckling at his pillow case in the absence of a thumb, he’d have to resolve that issue tonight.
Tommy: “I can’t get out of here! The knob won’t turn! These mittens cannot grip the knob!”
David: “OOHHHH! I’m so sorry I forgot about that detail! don’t you worry I will fix that tonight, you’ll see, I’ll have a way for you to get out so this doesn’t happen again, but Tommy the door is open now so come on lets go eat, breakfast is all ready for you.”
David grabbed Tommy’s mittens and helped pull him into standing position, Tommy’s legs felt burdened by the thick double diapers now swollen with so much wettings, walking felt like his legs would buckle any second, he wished he didn’t have to walk like this.
Breakfast went much the same as yesterdays with David feeding Tommy and holding his bottles for him whenever he was thirsty, Tommy seemed to be at least a little less embarrassed this time, adjusting to the idea that this was just how things would have to be for a week.
With breakfast finished Tommy stood up and wandered to the couch, today is thanksgiving, he wouldn’t need to rush off to school today.
David cleaned the plates and entered the living room, finding Tommy cuddled under his blanket.
David: “Tommy didn’t we just have a discussion about not skipping bathing?”
Tommy: “Uhm ya but I can’t exactly shower with these things on now can I?”
David: “Correct instead you’ll be bathed in the bath I expect you to go wait for me in the bathroom after breakfast from now on, OK?”
Tommy didn’t like the sound of this.
Tommy: “You want to bathe me!!!”
David: “I did tell you those mittens would stay on every single minute you are in this house, so unless you want to go bath in the backyard with the cold water of the garden hose then yes you’ll have to be bathed by me.”
Tommy: “This is ridiculous why can’t I just have them off to shower then you can put them right back on after.”
David: “That would defeat the purpose of the lesson, having your abilities taken away is meant to teach you how to depend on and thus appreciate others, to teach you the value of not making a mess out of other peoples stuff or breaking other peoples stuff.”
Tommy supposed this made sense, but still, to be bathed as a grown adult by another grown adult! this is toooo personal. But then Tommy remembered he must have signed his agreement to this in the rules already, like everything else. and if he raised much more fuss then he’d be backing out on his word just as David had explained yesterday, and how much worse could it be then getting diaper changes, David had already been up close to his nude body, was this really so much different?
And so with his heart racing, amazed he was willing to go along with something so intimate, he stood and went upstairs to the bathroom with a wide waddle, in a squishy double diaper. David followed.
In the bathroom David first went to the tub and started the water, he entered a temperature setting into a digital display and stepped over to Tommy. then he pulled Tommy’s pajama bottoms down and pooled them at his feet.
David: “Reach for the sky!”
Tommy put his arms in the air still sporting a frown, and David pulled the shirt part way up his arms then stuck his fingers into Tommy’s arm pits tickling him relentlessly, Tommy of course collapsed to the floor on his squishy bottom in a fit of giggles, crying “stop!” giggling all the while, his arms were bound by the shirt half way up his limbs, giving David easy access to continue tickling the poor boy, this went on for a minute or two with Tommy writhing around on his diapered butt before David relented.
David: “That’s better, I had to chase that frown away, it was making the day turn sour.”
Tommy realized he was indeed smiling now, he tried to stop but it was difficult, Tommy hadn’t been tickled in his whole life that he could remember, it had sent tingles all through his body. they were hard to ignore.
David finished pulling the shirt off of him, then pulled Tommy to his feet. David then pulled a tiny little key out of his pocket and stepped behind Tommy, there was a click and the vinyl pants waistband came loose, as David lowered it down Tommy’s legs Tommy took a look down at the pants, and he saw that in the waistband was embedded a chain, so that explained how he was locking these on, there must a padlock or something in the back end.
David then unvelcroed the cloth diaper and let it drop, it had picked up a small amount of wetness at the leg regions but not much, David would of course wash them anyway, David then took Tommy’s diaper off and let it drop.
David: “OK go get in the tub, let me know if you don’t like the temperature.”
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Nineteen.
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