chapter 3: time flies

Later in the afternoon, I woke up from my nap, hounded by hunger. Another child's song played, this time talking about lunch. After the cheering sound effect, another bottle descended from the ceiling. I quickly crawled to the center of my crib and sat with my legs crossed while I drank it. The flavor changed from chocolate to vanilla! I felt an odd sensation: it seemed that over a 2 hour nap I had developed a slight potbelly! It poked out and went slightly over my waistband. I tried to pull away from the bottle, knowing that continuing to drink from it would only lead to further weight gain. I glanced at the LED screen. It read 172.6 lbs. I had gained 10 pounds from one bottle. As I sucked away, I noticed that it became harder to think real good. It was like I had to reach farther in order to get good thoughts out.

After I was done with my bottle a really fun song came on. It said that I would get to play! I chuckled in my deep baritone voice. I clapped after the song was over and cheered. After that the same hands that changed my diaper came and lifted me up out of my crib. I heard a click sound come from the door in the corner. I tried to stand up but my legs felt very shaky. As soon as I tried to I fell over onto my butt. The hands dropped some toys into my play area. I crawled across the room to take a look at them. There were some wooden blocks with letters on them and a big teddy bear. I grabbed the teddy bear and started to cuddle with him. I decided to name him Buddy. After that I played with the blocks for a while until the nice man talked over the sound box in the room. "Hello sweetheart! I think it's time for a little snack and a visit from Daddy!" I squealed at the thought of a snack. But who was this daddy guy?

The door unlocked and an athletic man walked through the door. He had dark brown hair and a full beard. He was shirtless, and his muscular chest was covered in a thick layer of hair. He appeared to be about 6'4", two inches taller than me. He carried a bottle in his hand that was much smaller than the one for meal time. As he approached me he and sat opposite to me, I felt a pressure build up in my butt. A poop came out and filled my diaper. After is was there, I began to cry to get his attention. "Did baby do a poo-poo?" he said. "Here, let Daddy take care of it." I guess he's Daddy! Daddy put a pacifier in my mouth and then removed my old diaper. He put it down the trash chute and then he flipped me over. He took baby wipes and rubbed down my butt, removing all the feces. After that he put a new diaper on. "There. All better." He kissed my forehead and hugged me with all his might. After that was dinner, which was chocolate flavored again. This time Daddy hand fed me from a lot of tinier bottles. Then he kissed me on the lips and put me back in my crib to go to sleep.


After that the days flew by. I would always wake up about 5 lbs. heavier than the day before (the weight mostly on my newly developed and gut), and lucid and aware of my surroundings. As the bottle feedings continued throughout the day I would begin to feel more and more infantile, before fully regressing during playtime. I knew that the more I drank the bottles the more difficult it would be to escape, but if I didn't drink a sharp electric shock was sent through my body. I crawled over to my pillows, stuffed to the brim, and fell asleep.