Deedee's new life

6 months later . . .

I woke up to a soggy and messy diaper. At this point, I had gotten used to the feeling. I’m not lying there for long before Martha comes. She helps me out of the crib and up onto the changing table where she changes me into a new diaper. She then picks out one of my many dresses and helps me into it and then leads me downstairs. My wife is heading out the door and she gives me a quick kiss on my forehead as I sit in my high chair and she leaves for work. During this Martha was warming up a bottle of baby formula which she brings over to me. She brings the nipple to my mouth and I suck out the liquid until it’s empty. She then takes me out of the high chair and I head to the living room and get in my bouncer and watch TV. At around noon she brings me back to the kitchen and feeds me two jars of baby food. I’m feeling pretty tired around now and she leads me upstairs for my afternoon nap. She tucks me in, closes the blinds, and quietly shuts the door.

All of this has become quite routine for me. Life is very easy for me now. My every need is taken care of and in some ways, I’ve even started to enjoy that fact. It feels like my wife has it worse, stuck in a perpetually pregnant body, forced to take care of me and still go to work. In that regard Martha has been great, doing a lot of the household chores and even doing errands for Macy. She’s also been great with me too and I’m very lucky to have her being the one who takes care of me. I’ve also gotten very used to a phenomenon that I’ve dubbed baby mode that both Martha and Macy often get into around me where they treat me exactly like a baby and any refusal by me to play my part results in a spanking until I agree to whatever it is. The first time this happened to Martha she apologized profusely afterward and even said she’d quit, feeling that she had betrayed our trust by hurting me, but Macy and I were able to calm her down and explain that she had no control over it. That was when she first started taking care of me and I’ve been pretty good about avoiding the spankings since then. I realized that I just need to let them treat me like a baby and it works out.

I wake up to a soggy diaper and Martha changes me before I head downstairs to watch TV again. Something else I’ve started doing is sucking on my pacifier quite often. It fills me with a strange feeling of calm that I’ve gotten to quite like. Sitting there on my bouncer I hear the door open. It’s quite early for my wife to have gotten home, but maybe she decided to take a half day or something.