Don't Baby Me! - What's Happening to Me? (Part 2)

I had managed to get on my step-mother's bad side right from the beginning.  She'd certainly got her revenge, as all anyone could talk about after the wedding was the 'flower boy'.  Of course the humiliation never stopped, because Luanne decided to decorate our house with all the wedding pictures.  While there were pictures of her looking resplendent in her wedding gown and my dad looking very handsome in his suit, it seemed like there were even more pictures of me in that damnable flower boy outfit.  Every day I had to pass the huge picture in the entry area of the three of us in our wedding garb, me front and center in that most humiliating outfit.  It was bad enough the look I had on my face was that of someone who was insanely happy looking right at the camera.  The photographer had said to 'smile' and I did, we all did, but it made it look like I was just delighted by being a flower boy, wearing that ridiculously childish outfit.  Far worse was that both Luanne and my dad were looking at me instead of the camera.  Their smile looked like they were laughing AT me.  I tried to get them to move the picture so every visitor to the house didn't have to see it, but Luanne told me it was her favourite and dad didn't want to upset her.  Luanne even tried to keep controlling me after the wedding.
  "Thank you, Tony for growing your hair out for the wedding.  I know you wanted it shorter, so I'll take you to the salon and you can get it cut now.  You need to look more like a young gentleman now.  I'll pay for it, it'll be my treat.", she said in front of my approving dad.  But after the wedding humiliation, I was digging my feet in, being contrary to everything she said.  I wasn't going to let her look good and make me look like the bad guy.
  "No thanks", was my response.  "I've decided that I like it like this.  You can't make me cut it!"  I was strong, I was the one in control.  Take that Luanne, your little plan has backfired.  She thought she was forcing me to grow my hair long, but instead, it was my decision to grow it long.  Or at least that's what I pretended.  Of course I'd rather have it shorter.  But by pretending it's what I'd wanted all along, Luanne couldn't be happy that she'd 'forced' me to do anything.  Really, the important part was that she now wanted it cut short, and I was making sure she didn't get what she wanted!  I think she tried some of that reverse psychology they talk about.  Luanne kept grinning every time I insisted on keeping it long, but I wasn't going to fall for that trick.  If she wanted it short, I wanted it long and too bad for her!

Dad just stayed out of it.  He just wanted everyone to be happy.  That's why everyone loved Big Tony so.  And why he was so missed when he was gone...

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I admit, after dads funeral, I was lost.  I didn't know what to do.  We went to the reading of the will, where there were surprises aplenty.  For starters, I think I'd mentioned were were doing OK financially.  I knew my dad had made some big sales that had resulted in big bonuses and that he was not hurting for money.  What I didn't know is that he had invested very wisely.  Several of his risky investments had returned huge windfalls and were now worth over 50 million!  Dad had written a new will after he'd been married.  I thought Luanne had tricked my dad so she was going to get a big piece of it.  Instead, dad had only left a million to Luanne, and even that was contingent on her acting as my guardian.  I smiled because my dad was too smart for Luanne.  I guess my dad was worried she wouldn't take care of me otherwise, and, without any other family, he didn't want me to have to deal with foster care.  I kinda wish he had.  I think I'd rather take my chances at the orphanage than with Luanne.  The will also said the bulk of the estate, the fifty million, would be in a trust, the interest to be paid to Luanne.  However, at any point after the age of 21 when I was "ready to be the man of the family and carry on the family name", I would be able to claim the trust.  I wondered at my dad's strange choice of words, but I realized that dad had probably done it in a hurry, so he probably hadn't given it much thought.  Not that it mattered.  The way the lawyer described it, it basically made it so that as long as Luanne looked after me, she had the million and the interest from the trust.  But once I reached 21, all I had to do was sign a statement and I'd get the massive trust.  Heck, someone could live comfortably just off the interest from the trust.  But to have fifty million at my disposal?  I couldn't wait to be 21.  I thought Luanne would be furious she didn't get more of the money, but she was strangely quiet.

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Once we got home, Luanne made it clear if she was going to be my guardian, she was in charge.  She would take care of me, and I was to do what she said.  She would buy my clothes.  She would provide all my food, or whatever supplies I needed.  I couldn't really argue.  I'd just realized that even though I'd be a multi-millionaire when I turned 21 in some years and a bit, (my birthday was in a few months right before school started in the fall) in the meantime, I had no money at all to buy anything with.  Luanne was in charge of all the money.  Swallowing my pride, I asked for an allowance like a little kid.  She turned me down, saying that if I needed anything, I was to provide a list and she'd purchase anything I needed.  Flipping my hair out of my face for the umpteenth time, my hair had finally got long enough to be really annoying.  So the first thing I wrote down was to get a haircut.  I thought I'd get on her good side by saying I'd finally get a haircut like she wanted.  She just looked at me and giggled.  She gave me some hogwash excuse about how we didn't want to start spending money, how we needed to wait a while and learn how to budget.  I knew it was just her getting revenge for when she'd wanted me to get it cut and I'd made her look foolish.  Now, I wish I'd got a haircut when I had the chance.  I was angry about it, but what could I do?  In my mind she wasn't my mother.  She didn't deserve my respect.  But in the eyes of the court, what she said was my law.  She certainly didn't seem happy to have me around.  And I really hated how she always talked down to me, treating me like a small child.  Oh, the things I wrote in my journal.  I was going to get revenge.  I planned to sabotage some of her precious shoes and expensive outfits.  But when I went to do it, she already had a lock on the door.  I snuck some of my dad's workout weight gain powder into her diet food and I thought I had got away with it.  I knew she was vain about her weight and imagined her ballooning up in size.  How delicious would that be?  I saw her eating the food as if she didn't have a clue in the world, and I gloated about it in my journal, saying I couldn't believe she didn't notice.  But soon I found all my dad's workout powders had disappeared.  As if she knew, Luanne started cooking all the meals.  she'd cook each meal from scratch with all the ingredients in front of her.  If I tried to sneak into the kitchen while she was cooking, hoping to take advantage of a distracted moment, she's insist that anyone in the kitchen had to wear an apron.  And of course the only aprons she had were the kind of things a bimbo slut would love.  The one she loved to put on me was all covered in frills and made it look like the wearer was wearing a French maid outfit! 



Would any man wear that?  Of course not!  So you can guess I wasn't putting that on for anyone.  I didn't go near the kitchen just to be safe.  With her having complete control of food preparation from start to finish, there was no way I could slip something in her food.  I do have to admit that her cooking was delicious.  She'd always come up with some combination of spices to make for some unique tastes.  I wound up eating my fill at every meal, that's how good the food was...  And how hungry I was!  Unfortunately, I never gained an ounce of weight.  If anything, I was getting skinnier and a tiny guy like me didn't have much to lose.  Luanne told me how lucky I was to have such a fast metabolism, but I really wanted to get bigger!  I cleaned my plate at every meal but it still seemed like my waist just kept getting skinnier and skinnier. 

Besides the good eating, the rest of my life was not so pleasant.  I started to feel the stress of trying to fight Luanne, to outwit her.  She was catching on too fast.  As soon as I'd come up with some plan to make her life difficult, she'd do something that made it impossible for me to do it secretly.  And of course I had to be subtle, I didn't dare risk her knowing I was deliberately doing these things for fear of what she might do in retaliation.  With her in charge of every aspect of my life, she could make my life very uncomfortable.  Was she spying on me somehow?  I checked to see if she was following me, searched for some way she could be watching me, and soon I started to feel paranoid.  There's no way I could anticipate where living with all that stress would take me.  So as strange as it sounds, that's why when I woke up in a bed soaking wet with my own urine, I was mortified, but I wasn't completely surprised. 

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  "Dammit!"  I was wetting my bed.  It was gross and terrifying and my battle with Luanne suddenly became a non-issue.  I hoped it was a one-time thing and I managed to sneak the sheets to the laundry and wash them myself.  But after a few more nights, it was clear it was happening every night.  There had to be something wrong with me.  And I could only hide it so long, we only had so many clean sheets.  I finally had to tell someone, and Luanne was all I had.  She had been my enemy, but now I had to swallow it up and look to her for help.  I hated how Luanne reacted when she found out.  She had this huge grin the whole time I was begging for help.  It irritated me so much that she took the opportunity to again treat me like a child.
  "Oooh, did little Tony do a bedsy wetsy?  Did you get scared by a monster under your bed?" she taunted.
  "DON'T FUCKING BABY ME!" I screamed at her in frustration.  And immediately I knew I'd made a horrible mistake.

  "Hmm... Baby you?", she pretended as if I was making a suggestion.  "That's an excellent idea, Tony.  I can get you some diapers from work.  And I want you to start taking some vitamins and supplements.  The loss of bladder control might be related to your body being out of balance with you being upset all the time lately."  I crossed my arms and thrust out my lower jaw at her, but I had to agree what she was saying made sense.  She knew this was exactly the worst possible thing that I could hear.  Being put in diapers?!  But I really didn't want to keep waking up in a soaked bed.  What other option was there?  So I reluctantly agreed to wear diapers in bed at night.  Later that night, she had a package of diapers for me.  I held out my hand, intending to put it on myself, but Luanne just shook her head no.  I finally figured out that she was insisting that she had to be the one putting it on me.  Of course.  She wanted maximum humiliation.  I just hung my head in acceptance.  The whole time, she wore that superior grin I hated.  She took me to my bedroom, undressed me, and put me in the diaper.  I objected to her seeing me naked, but she just laughed and reminded me she was my mom, and I was her 'good boy' followed by a pat on my behind.  I felt a surge of anger again.  But the anger quickly faded as I knew I needed Luannes help.  Getting angry might mean she stopped helping me with my bedtime wetting and I just couldn't deal with that alone. 

I should mention about the diapers... I had expected them to look just like plain underpants, like I'd seen adult diapers occasionally on TV commercials.  But these diapers were huge, crinkly padded underpants with little ponys and teddy bears on the front.  They had to be folded and wrapped a certain way.  And when they were finally on, they were so padded that I couldn't even stand straight.  They made my legs stick out to the sides.  Looking at them in a mirror, it was clear these were baby diapers in every way, just scaled up in size.  Of course that's exactly what Luanne would find for me.  I mentioned they seemed bigger than what I'd seen on TV, but Luanne just told me those were daytime diapers I'd seen.  Nighttime ones needed to be more absorbent.  I knew she was lying, but what proof did I have?  These were all that were available.  Even if I had access to money, I'd be too embarrassed to go to a store and buy any other diapers.  So it was these or nothing and I couldn't handle wetting my bed.  She took the opportunity to pat me on the front and back of my diaper, but the diapers were so padded, I barely felt it.  Whenever I had to walk around before bed, and I was doing my crinkly waddle, I saw the same grin on her face that she'd had when I was wearing my 'flower boy' outfit at the wedding.  It was like nothing gave her more joy than seeing me humiliated.  I felt so humbled, but if the diapers fixed the problem, they were worth it. 

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They worked fine for a few nights.  I started to feel relieved.  But then I woke up in another pool of urine!  The diaper was laying discarded off to my side and useless.  "I was afraid of this", Luanne commiserated, but in a way that sounded like she was secretly amused.  "You're still too active at night.  You're taking off the diaper in your sleep.  We need some way to prevent you from doing that."  The next night, she had a solution.  "It's a good thing you're so tiny", she said.  It almost sounded like she was gloating.  "I found this at the hospital."  What she had looked like something out of my nightmares.  It was a very large baby romper with sleeves and mittens attached.  But it was clearly child-sized.  It was white, with little blue and red birds printed on it.  But what scared me was quickly apparent as I squeezed into the very tight fit.  Strangely, while it was somewhat roomy in the hips, leaving lots of room for the diaper, it was exceedingly tight in the mid-section.  My already small waist felt like it was being squeezed to half it's normal size and made me feel short of breath.  Then it was loose in the chest, but shockingly tight at the shoulders, holding them down so I couldn't really get a deep breath.  Worse, the mittens attached to the sleeves were heavily padded, making it impossible to grasp anything, including the zipper at the back.  As Luanne zipped me into this sturdily made romper, I could see that I wasn't going to be able to take it off until she let me out.  The reappearance of Luanne's grin told me she realized that too.  I started to protest, difficult when I couldn't even take a full breath!  All I could manage were short little inhalations that left me feeling a bit light-headed.  I told her she had to take it off.

  "Don't be ridiculous.  It's the perfect solution to your problem.  You know how much something like this costs?"  She grabbed onto the harness on the back of the romper, lifting me off the floor.  Then she swung me back and forth as my feet dangled above the floor, helplessly.  I kicked and squirmed, but being held up by the romper harness pulled everything tight and kept me from reaching behind so I couldn't touch Luanne.  With my breathing limited, I was almost immediately winded, gasping for air and exhausted.  With my will to fight gone, all I could do was dangle from her grasp helplessly.  After she'd made her point, she put me back down.  "Look how sturdily it's made!  We can't just throw it away because you think it's too babyish!  It will solve your problem and it's not like anyone but me is going to see it anyway." she argued.  I wanted to disagree, to prove her wrong, but when it came down to it, I had to admit she was right.  I really did want the bed wetting to stop and I couldn't think of a better solution.  "Oh, and I almost forgot", and she pulled out a white pair of baby booties with the same pattern as the romper.  "It came with these.  You should wear them too."  Not being in any position to resist, she put the baby booties on my feet and tied the ribbons around the ankle to keep them in place.  Once they were on, I went to take a step.... And tumbled to the floor. 
 
"OWW!" I yelled.  It had felt like something was stabbing the sole of my foot!  I looked up to see Luanne grinning. 
"The booties are designed to help wake sleepwalkers!" she offered as explanation.  "They won't really hurt you, as long as you don't take more than one or two steps.  They just feel very painful so that would wake you up if you were sleepwalking."  I failed to see why they were needed, but she just shrugged.  "They're part of the outfit... And besides...", at this, she gave a little squeal, "...They're adorable!"  And with that, I knew I wasn't going to win any argument to get out of wearing them.

  "But, how do I get around until bed?", I asked.  She seemed to think about it a while.  Then, she looked as if an idea had just occurred to her.
  "Well, I guess you could crawl", she said, her grin increasing.  And I got it.  This was the price of her help.  She'd help me with the bed wetting.  But in return, I had to wear diapers, I had to lose control of my hands so I wouldn't take the diaper off in my sleep, and I'd have to crawl like a baby so she could feel superior to me.  Again, I wanted to argue, but how could I?  I was the one wetting his bed.  I was the one taking off my diaper in the middle of the night.  I'd just have to grit my teeth and deal with it.

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The next night, it was clear gritting my teeth was not the solution.  My jaw was very sore, and I think I had a chipped tooth!  Luanne was instantly sympathetic.  "Oh dear.  That might be a side effect of one of the supplements you're taking.  Some drugs, like ecstasy, can make you grit your teeth.  That's too bad because I think they were working well for you, but maybe we'll try something different.  In the meantime, you need to deal with that problem."
  "Can't I just stop taking the supplements?" I asked.  Luanne immediately pooh poohed that idea.
  "Oh no.  We're just getting your body back in balance and happy.  Don't you want to stop wetting the bed?  In fact, I think you need to take even more vitamins and supplements!  But I suppose if you really wanted, you could stop.  Maybe you want to wear those diapers and that romper forever?", she giggled.  I sighed.  I knew she had me.
  "OK, how do we deal with the problem?" I asked. 
  "Well, how did people who took ecstasy deal with it?", she asked, innocently.  So we went to Luannes laptop and looked up these things called 'raves'.  And as soon as I saw the people, I recoiled in horror.  So that's how, when I went to bed that night, she had prepared a large binky.  A pacifier, a dummy, a soother... Whatever you call it, that thing that infants sucked on, she had an adult sized one with long trailing ribbons on either side that looked like what the rave dancers had.  And once I was dressed in the romper and booties she, a little too gleefully, popped it in my mouth.  I quickly realized it was sized for an adult meaning it felt more like a huge bulb was in my mouth.  And that's when something really bizarre happened.  It felt like it was tickling the roof of my mouth, and, for some reason I couldn't stop myself.  I was forced to suck.  It's like when the doctor hits your knee with a hammer and your leg kicks without you doing anything.  All I could do was suck.  Of course the constant sucking made it impossible to talk.  I tried to spit out the binky and couldn't!  I tried to pull it out with my hands, but the padded gloves prevented me from getting any purchase.  I was forced to put my face against the furniture, and rub the binky along until it hooked and edge and popped it out of my mouth.  Luanne was obviously watching me rubbing my face on furniture with genuine curiosity.  "What are you doing?"  I guess she just expected me to spit it out.  When I told her why, she didn't believe me at first.  She thought I was trying to fool her somehow.  But when I kept insisting, her disbelief changed to intense curiosity.  "You mean to say that, as long as the binky is in your mouth, all you can do is suck on it?"  I nodded my head.  "That's... AMAZING!", she replied, "But you need to protect your teeth.  So in it goes!"  Too fast to react, the binky was back in my mouth.  I tried to rub it out on the furniture again, but as soon as I started to move, she grabbed the back of my romper, lifted me into the air and easily plopped me back on my padded seat.  I tried to get up and she just did it again.  She watched me, fascinated, watching and touching my cheeks as the binky touched the roof of my mouth.  I rhythmically sucked in reflex, unable to help myself.  Luanne was amazed.  "OH... MY... GOD..." she said in disbelief.  "I know what this is!  The suckling reflex is normal and develops in infancy.  We're all born with it."  As Luanne spoke, for the first time I began to see her as a medical student instead of a brainless bimbo.  She really was smarter than she appeared.  Luanne continued.  "That's how infants know how to feed.  But most children lose the reflex at 3 months of age.  I've heard that some retain it longer, up to several years old. but you are the first one I've ever seen to still have that reflex so many years later!  That's so very interesting.  I wonder if it's related to your small size?  Or perhaps your delayed development?  OH!  Or I wonder if the dru... The vitamins you're taking are having some kind of unintended side-effect?"  Of course the only response I could give to her questions were sucking sounds.  I wish she'd left it at that, but she seemed to want to experiment further.  She played with the ribbons, wiggling the binky a bit and gently pulling, but I sucked it back.  Then she curled a couple of her finely manicured long fingernails around the handle of the binky.

  "OK, stop sucking.", she commanded in her no-nonsense, that's-an-order voice.  I tried and tried, but I couldn't.  It was like a nervous tic or a cramp.  She started to pull the binky out... I sucked it right back in.  She pulled out out again, a little further this time.  Again, I couldn't stop myself and sucked it right back in.  Soon she had a rhythm going, as the binky went out, only to be sucked back in.  In-out-in-out, going faster and faster.  I hated it and willed my mouth to stop it somehow, but it seemed like my mouth was acting on its own.  Everytime, I tried not to suck, but everytime I sucked it back in.  In the silence, all you could hear was my sucking and slurping.  I tried to beg her to stop with my eyes but she certainly wasn't paying attention to what I wanted.  I had never seen such glee on Luanne's face.  It was like she was a little kid discovering candy or someone discovering they have a winning lottery ticket.  I knew she was a doctor in training and fascinated by medical oddities, but she seemed excited enough to burst.  Was I really so rare?  Luanne interrupted my thoughts.  "So... You could do this all night, couldn't you?" was her gloating observation.  "In fact, you'd HAVE to do this as long as anyone wanted."  All I could do in response was continue to suck.  I reached up my padded romper mittens to push her away, but she casually slapped my hand down.  "Stop that.", she barked and I let my hand fall to my side.  The glee returned, and she asked "Are you going to be my good baby boy?"  Before I could react, she started pulling the binky up and down.  I couldn't help myself.  As it went down, pulling slightly out and I sucked, she held it firmly, and my head went forward.  Then she'd move it up, pulling it slightly out and I'd do the reverse.  I could see that she was making me nod my head up and down like I was saying yes to her question.  "Do you want me to take the binky out?" she asked, and she moved the binky from side to side, making me respond with an emphatic no.  "Well all right, have it your way then."  Grinning so hard I thought her face would split, Luanne took the ends of the ribbons and tied the ribbons behind my head.  Now there was no way to get that binky out of my mouth.  I couldn't speak, I couldn't even make a noise.  All I could do was keep sucking.  "Absolutely fascinating" she said softly as she gently gave me a little 'bop' on the end of my nose.

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I wish I could say that this was the end of the items I needed for a good night's sleep, but all the strange items on my hands and feet, compressing my waist so tight it felt like my internal organs were moving, and something strange in my mouth making me constantly suck, made sleep difficult.  I would stay awake all night, tossing and turning.  The lack of sleep was driving me crazy.  As much as I feared it, I finally had to mention it to Luanne.  The next night, she had another solution.

  "It's called a bonnet" she said, but I knew what it was.  It was just a simple white bonnet with a stiff brim that stuck out the front, wrapping around.  Once she put it on me, there were some features not as obvious.  The material was thick enough I could hardly hear.  Luanne told me that would help my sleep.  As well, the bonnet extended out far enough to block my peripheral vision.  I couldn't see anything to the side without moving my whole head.  Luanne pointed out that would shield me from light or distractions.  I wanted to tell her that the problem wasn't either of those things, but she'd already placed the binky in my mouth and tied it there.  I tried to motion with my mittened hands for her to take the binky out.  I tried to scrape the bonnet off, but my mittens could find no purchase.  So I was stuck trying it for at least one night.  I crawled, hands and knees, to my bedroom to get into bed.  It was surprising how restricted it felt to only be able to see right in front of me and not to be able to hear.  But as soon as I climbed into bed, I was out instantly.  To my complete and utter surprise, it was the best nights sleep I'd had in ages.  As annoying as it is to say it... I slept like a baby.  After that, there was no argument from me, I wanted to wear the bonnet every night.

Somehow, Luanne had taken me from being mortified about being treated like a child, and arranged it so that, every night, I was begging to wear big, padded diapers.  I actually wanted to be zipped into a infantile romper with big padded mitts and booties that made me as helpless as a baby.  And I needed her to bring me a binky and a bonnet so that I could get a comfortable nights sleep.  What was going on here?  How had this happened?  And what else did she have in store?