Part 18
As the first week of Lilly's new life went on, he began settling more and more into his baby routine. Every day he found himself being woken up by his mommy around 7am, when he would be promptly changed, dressed, fed breakfast in his high chair, and left to play in his playroom for the remainder of the morning while his mommy completed her work. Around lunchtime she would usually feed him a bottle of formula, often using it as an opportutity to cuddle with her new baby while she tenderly held the bottle for him on the couch. After a routine burping he would be let back into the playroom, where he would remain until dinner, which again was fed to him in his high chair. Once dinner was completed he would usually be changed, dressed, and sent to bed.
This routine continued for the first five or so days of Lilly's new life. As the days wore on however, Lilly increasingly began to feel more and more bored. It was a life completely devoid of any real mental stimulation. Lilly spent each and every day sitting in the same room, staring at the same toys, and generally following the same schedule as the day processing it. Until one day, something changed.
It all started when Andrea walked in around lunchtime to the sight of a very tired and wet Lilly lying on the ground. Although he was completely awake, he seemed to be paying no attention to either the bright and cheery episode of paw patrol that was playing on the television, nor to his toys, which had been scattered about as if he had gotten tired of playing with them and simply left them where they were. Andrea walked over to Lilly and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. "Hey there sugarplum. Its time for your afternoon baba", Andrea said, as she effortlessly lifted him off up the ground and began to carry him into the living room. Andrea had gotten much better at picking Lilly up over the past few days, not that she ever had any real problems to begin with. Lilly was finding himself not using his legs for much of anything anymore, and Andrea was insistent on carrying him almost any time he needed to move from one place to another. The muscle relaxant that was being fed to him on a daily basis did not help much either. As time went on, Lilly was increasingly finding it difficult to stand on two legs, and even crawling was starting to become much more of a chore. The fact was, by now he was pretty much dependent on his mommy to take him where he needed to go, and for her part Andrea seemed to relish the power she now had over him.
Eventually they arrived on the couch, with Lilly's head being propped up against Andrea's shoulder for his daily afternoon feeding. Lilly accepted the bright yellow teat when Andrea offered it to him, and he began to suc-k down the warm contents inside. Andrea watched with tender, motherly eyes as Lilly slowly drained the bottle before her. She began to slowly rock Lilly's body in her arms, humming to him and cooing him as if he truly was becoming the baby that she so desperatley wanted him to be. It all made Andrea and Lilly both feel very relaxed and peaceful. A little too peaceful. Andrea suddenly looked down, only to see that Lilly's bottle was still just as full as the last time she had looked at it. She quickly removed the bottle from his mouth. In a moment of complete surprise, he did not seem to react at all. It was almost as if....
Andrea turned Lilly so he was face to face with her, taking full notice of his closed eyes and heavy breathing. A slight hint of a snore ejected from his mouth. Her assumptions were correct; Lilly had fallen asleep during his afternoon feeding. Andrea shook her head and picked him up, throwing him over her shoulder as she brought the slumbering little sissy up to his nursery.
Lilly awoke a short time later in a state of panicked confusion. Standing in front of him were the pink, painted bars to his crib. All around him, the unmistakable glare of afternoon sunlight illuminated his nursery, clearly signifying to Lilly that it probably was not morning or night time the next day. "When was I put to bed?", he asked himself mentally. Next thing he knew, Lilly heard the knob to the nursery door turn and Andrea entered with the half drinken bottle he had been suc-king from earlier. "Why hello there sissykins, thought you might be thirsty after your nap, so I brought you this", she said as she handed him the bottle over the top of the crib. Lilly knew better than to disobey so he instantly began suc-king. After all, his mommy did not like unfinished bottles.
As Lilly began suc-king, an expression of curiosity developed across his face. "Nap?", he asked with a curcurious tone, unaware that he had indeed passed out in his mommys arms earlier. Andrea gave a small chuckle. "Yeah silly goose, your nap. You fell asleep when I was giving you your baba earlier. Honestly I think you should start taking one every day from now. You seem so tired lately. And besides, babies your age need a lot of sleep. Thats why from now on, after your afternoon feeding, I'm going to put you in your crib for exactly two hours every day. That way my baby can wake up nice and chipper!", his mommy said in a proud voice, almost as if he should be happy she came to this revelation. Lilly just stared down with a blank, sad expression on his face. He didn't think his days could get any more boring or mundane, and yet he now realized that he'd be spending even more time in his crib without even so much as the childish television programs or cornucopia of toys he had been offered inside of his playroom. Somehow the life of a sissy baby was not turning out as he had planned.
From that day forward, Lilly began to resent the daily naps he was expected to take. Because his naps were proceeded almost immediatley by an afternoon feeding, he was certain to wake up wet every single time. Andrea seemed to cherish his naps as an opportunity to make him feel even more like a baby, sometimes feeding him two bottles laced with sleeping pills so he would fall asleep and inadvertently wet himself even more than he would otherwise. One time she even laced his bottle with laxatives, forcing him to spend the entire nap with a sticky, disgusting mess inside of his diaper. When he asked her why she did it, she simply laughed, picked him up, and began bouncing him on her knee in the rocking chair, dirty diaper and all.
However, naps were not the only method Andrea would begin using around this time to ensure his total and complete infantilization. On the same day as the dirty diaper incident, annoyed by his constant questioning of her and complaints about his new lifestyle, Andrea instituted a new rule regarding his speech. Gone were the days of sissy girl voices and two syllable words. From now on Lilly would be forced to babble like a baby, banned from ever using any "real words" again. Needless to say, Lilly's reprogramming was happening much more rapidly than expected, and it would all come to a head one fateful day a week from when he had gone to the park. On that day, Lilly was finally due for his first playdate as a fully infantillized and feminized baby girl.
Topic: A New Family Dynamic (Read 78005 times)
