Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Forty-Three
When Tommy’s month of playpen punishment ended Daadaa asked Tommy if he wanted to continue using the playpen, Tommy didn’t even have to think about it, he had grown to love the playpen and all the playtime he had in it. Of course he could have had the toys on the living room floor without the playpen walls too, but he liked having his own designated place for them. So the playpen stayed, and he spent all his down time in it.
During the summer they spent a lot of time outside, mostly in the backyard, Tommy crawling around in shortalls playing in the grass with toys, being pushed on the swingset seated in the 5 point harness seat. Daadaa built a sandbox and Tommy had lots of fun playing in it, one day they even drove to the beach and Tommy got to play in the water, Daadaa had his own private beach he would rent out just so Tommy could have the privacy to run around in the surf wearing just his diaper, people could see from the beaches around the bend if they looked, but from that distance all they’d see is a baby playing in the water while his Daadaa relaxed in a chair and watched. It was around this time Daadaa turned off the ocean whispers for the last time, Tommy didn’t need their suggestions anymore, he’d come as far as there was to go in Daadaa’s eyes.
The next thanksgiving went much like the last, and by the following winter break Tommy had shrank down to 4 foot 3, whether he had noticed or not Daadaa didn’t know, Tommy never mentioned it, he either didn’t care or just didn’t notice, Daadaa was always making sure Tommy was in proper fitting clothes and diapers, changing sizes as necessary.
One day as Daadaa carried Tommy to the car to go to school he plopped Tommy into a carseat, it reclined slightly and kept his legs outward, it had little toys dangling in his eyesight and even a little mirror in front of his face mounted onto the headrest of the seat in front of him, so he could see himself nursing at his pacifier, drooling all over his bib, it helped remind him what a baby he was.
Tommy had another wonderful Christmas with Daadaa getting lots of toys and lots of playtime in his playpen,
After another year like this Tommy was truly a baby now, he was just under 3 feet and had all the babyish behaviors he could have, the only time he behaved any other way was in class, when he would sit quietly nursing his paci and pay attention, he knew it was important to Daadaa that he finish his degree even if it was no longer important to him, when Tommy had decided to start college all he really wanted was to be independent enough that he’d never have to go back to his Mother, Daadaa had granted that wish without requiring him to gain independence at all, when Tommy graduated he was rolled onto the stage in a stroller by Daadaa, who graciously accepted the degree on Tommy’s behalf, he handed the degree to Tommy and rolled him off the stage and all the way home, most the crowd assumed Daadaa was the one graduating, a single Father without a babysitter, but the few classmates Tommy had who knew of him knew that it was the baby graduating, it was a mystery to them how this kid seemed to get littler and littler through the years in class yet always stayed ahead in grades, they felt intimidated and confused and didn’t want to address it, they watched the boy be wheeled away for the last time in relief, nervous someone would ask how this little baby had so often out performed themselves in class. They tried not to think about it ever again once he was out of their sight.
Once home Daadaa had a long talk with Tommy.
Daadaa: “Tommy, now that you have graduated, you have a choice, you can take your degree and go be a big boy in the world, doing the jobs you want, making money, paying bills, partying, and making friends, you can grow back up and I’ll help you do that, both physically and mentally, I’ll even make sure you get good employers with good benefits in whatever field you want to go into.”
“Or you can stay with me, stay my baby, as long as you want, if you decided in a year or whenever to grow up I’ll help you then, if you decide to stay my baby forever I will be thrilled to be your Daadaa forever.”
Tommy: “daa, wot ibf oooou diieeesss…..?”
Tommy’s eyes watered up at the mere thought of it.
Daadaa: “Don’t you worry about that, I’m perfectly healthy I think I’ll set the world record for longevity long before I die, I’ll probably outlive you if you keep insisting on macaroni and cheese for dinner! but seriously Tommy if worst case scenario something happens to me you will be taken care of, I have already made those arrangements, you’ll continue to have the choice to stay a baby or grow up whenever you want, I’ve got the instructions on how to go about either of those choices all laid out carefully for your next mamma or Daadaa, and I’ve got experts lined up who will help you find the right mama or Daadaa that is right for you, it will be up to you to pick them out, and my agents will keep tabs on you all the time to make sure you’re being well taken care of and loved, and you’ll always have the option to change caretakers if they ever start to fail you, so don’t worry about that, I don’t think I’ll be dying anytime soon but my will is all setup to protect you just in case I do, so Tommy, what’s your decision.”
This was a no brainer for Tommy, he’d never been so happy as he was as Daadaa’s baby, he got cuddles affection and love every single day, multiple times a day, he felt it in his crib he felt it at breakfast he felt it during bath times and morning diapering and every diapering throughout the day and during bottle feedings and burpings and during dinner and evening bath and bedtime diapering, his whole day was just packed with love, he’d spend lots of time each day cuddling with Daadaa on the couch being fed bottles and burped, being tickled by Daadaa and played with and Daadaa would always take him out of the house somewhere anytime he was getting bored and always showed him fun things, he never wanted it to end.
Tommy: “I wanna be your baby forever!”
Tommy said without a hint of lisp, he had meant it so vehemently it came out with his adult voice, he wanted to make sure his point was solid and loud and clear. Even if he hated speaking that way anymore, it took effort for him now, concentration, he preferred to relax, and let his natural baby talk run the show. Maybe one day he’d eventually forget how to talk any other way.
Daadaa nearly cried. His feelings full of confliction, he had to confess now. He knew he had to, he hated to do it, but Tommy’s decision couldn’t be considered legit if Tommy didn’t know the whole truth.
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Forty-Three.
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