Gramps - Chapter 5

 

Gramps

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 5

 

After our latest little “talk,” I was more afraid than ever of what she might come up with.  For the next couple of days she again tried to talk me into wearing diapers during the day, but I kept refusing, and she simply shook her head and eventually went off to work.

But of course, the weekdays are always followed by the weekend, and in sixty-nine years I never found a realistic cure for that problem.

Saturday morning I again came out of the shower to find Kimmie waiting to diaper me.  I shook my head, but caved in to her waiting pressure.  In no time I was wearing a diaper, plastic pants, my white tights, and those same little girl shoes.  And several hours later, she literally dragged me back out to the grocery store.  Why?  Or maybe the better question was why didn’t I put up more of a fight?  I had no illusions about who would win if I physically tried to fight her.  She would.  Not only was she a Phys Ed teacher, but she was all muscle.  I’m sure that even as a young man I would have been pretty hard pressed to fight her, but at sixty-nine I had only a fraction of the strength I used to have.  I wouldn’t stand a chance against her and we both knew it.

As we went into the store, I wondered if anyone had ever bothered to report what we were doing to the management.  I waited to be thrown out of there, but nobody said anything.  Pity!  I guess the only thing wrong with me that people could easily see was the dumb pacifier in my mouth and the shiny little girl shoes on my feet.  But wasn’t that enough?  And yes, I did get quite a number of people who seemed startled to see that pacifier there.  I don’t know if any of them saw my shoes, but after seeing me walking around sucking on a pacifier, the shoes probably meant nothing.

“Are you wet?” she asked.

I never knew where or when she was going to ask that embarrassing question.  “Nope!”

She sighed.  “I better check.  I can’t trust you to give me a straight answer!”

I could have said lots of things against that, but I already knew she had intended on pulling my pants down, like it or not.  Thirty seconds later, my pants, tights, and plastic pants were down to my knees, and she was groping the little girl cartoons on my diaper.  “Why do you have to do that?” I asked.

“Because babies can’t be trusted to know if their diapers are close to leaking or not, and don’t forget which of us is wearing the baby diaper…baby!”

Ugh!  That old argument again.  Unfortunately, she had a point as to which of us was diapered like a…baby.  Me!

She was pulling my tights back up to my waist when we heard laughing nearby.  And then someone close said, “Miss Kim, you’re a badass!”

I looked and saw two high-school girls walking up.  Oh…shit!  Instead of a shopping cart, they each had a few items in their hands.

“Judy.  Loraine.  What are you doing here?” Kimmie asked.

“Shopping of course,” one of them replied.

“So, are you like one of those dominatrixes?” the other one asked.

“Uh…no,” Kimmie told her.  “Not really.”

“But…”

“Things aren’t always what they seem,” Kimmie explained.

“They aren’t?” One of them asked.  “But…what’s going on with him?  I mean, the pacifier, the shoes, and then you pulled his pants down to check a diaper that he’s wearing.  That was just too much!” she said, breaking out in laughter again.

“So what is it?” the other one asked.

“Um…maybe just a bit of fun.  For both of us,” Kimmie told them.

Both girls laughed.  “Can I see his diaper again?” one of them asked.

“Uh…Judy…”

“Please?” Loraine begged.  “We were too far away.”

Kimmie seemed to consider that.  “No!” I tried to say around that dumb pacifier in my mouth, which didn’t help my case at all.  Especially since what came out was something totally unintelligible.

“Okay,” Kimmie caved.  A few seconds later, she was yanking down those tights and plastic pants to expose my pink cartoon print diaper again.

“Is he wet?” Loraine asked.

“No,” Kimmie told her.  “Not yet.  But he better be before we get out of here.”

That set both girls to giggling again.

“Okay girls,” Kimmie said as she pulled my white tights back up.  “We’ve got shopping to do.  And I guess so do you.  See you later.”

“Okay,” Judy replied.

“See you later Miss Kim,” Loraine added.  The two of them moved away, still giggling and talking about…me.

Before pulling my pants back up, Kimmie pressed her hand firmly against the front of my diaper, then looked me in the eyes.  “Yup!” she said.  “I feel something that’s bigger in there than it usually is.”  With a laugh, she continued pulling my pants back up.

I just wanted to get out of that store and go home!  I pulled the plug from my mouth.  “What kind of problems is that going to bring?” I wondered.

“Why would it cause any problems?  You don’t know them, and they don’t know you.  Don’t worry about it.  Besides, why should a baby worry about anything?  Now we’ve still got shopping to do.  We’ve barely started.  And put that thing back in your mouth!”

Yeah, barely started.  Unfortunately.  We continued to wander around the store while we put stuff into our shopping cart.  When I shopped by myself, I could get in and out of the store with everything I wanted in no time.  With her, it took forever.  And it wasn’t because she was trying to go slow.  She just naturally shopped slower than I did because she had to spend time looking at stuff.  A lot of stuff.  Ruthie had been the same way.  I guess it was just one of those differences between men and women.  Or in this case, maybe between an adult and an overgrown baby.

And then, as we were getting closer to the other end of the supermarket, we turned a corner and there was Judy and Loraine, this time they had a shopping cart that held a few more items than they had been holding in their hands earlier.  And yes, naturally they stopped.  I was betting that they had gotten the cart and were still there just to prolong staying in the store so they could check on…me.

“Is he wet yet?” Judy asked.

“I don’t know,” Kimmie replied.  “But maybe we better find out.”

I wanted to scream a big fat, “No!” but before I could get it out of my mouth I was being pulled out from behind the handle of the shopping cart, and Kimmie was kneeling down in front of me.  Right there in front of the girls she unfastened my pants and pulled them down, followed by my white tights and pastel colored plastic pants.  Once again she started groping my diaper.

“Is he wet?” Judy asked.

Kimmie looked up at her.  “A little,” she admitted.

I was so afraid she was going to offer the girls a chance to grope me for themselves. 

“That’s good, right?” Loraine asked.  “You said earlier that he better be wet before you got out of here.”

“Yup!” Kimmie replied as she pulled my tights back into place.  “If he’s not wetting himself, especially in public, how’s he going to get the point across as to which of us is the adult and which of us is the baby.  I mean, with this one, just the fact that he’s in diapers isn’t always enough.”

That set the two girls laughing again.  Kimmie pulled my pants back in place and fastened them.  “See you next week girls,” Kimmie told them.

“Bye Miss Kim,” Loraine told her.  They were gone, trailing laughter behind them.  But why did they have to be there in the first place?  I guess I was lucky that in the times we had done this in the past, nobody either of us knew had seen us.  This time we had simply been unlucky.  Or did Kimmie consider it to be lucky?  Somehow, I had a feeling that might be the case.

I “allowed” Kimmie to play her games with me all weekend like we had been, but once again Monday came around and she again started pressing me to wear the diapers during the week.

“No!  You know that,” I told her firmly.

“Gramps,” she argued back.  “I’ve had enough.  You either start wearing them during the week too, or so help me I’ll…I don’t know what, but I’ll find some way to force you to wear them.”

Which meant there was no way she could do anything about it, and we both knew it.  “Why?” I asked.  “Why isn’t the weekend enough?  It certainly is for me.”

“Because it’s not fulfilling your dreams.  Your fantasies.  The things you actually want.”

“How would you know?”

“You told me all about them, remember?”

Vaguely, I guessed.  “The weekends are enough!  More than enough!  I can’t do more than that Kimmie.”

“Yes you can…and you will!”

“No!”

In a huff, she walked off.  A short while later, she was out the door heading to work.  Had I finally won an argument with her?  I had!  I was proud of that.  Happy too.  What she put me through in the grocery store each week now was way more than enough.  It was way, way too much!  So why were we still doing it?  I had no answer to that one.  But hey, at least I had won that argument.

That night, she diapered me for bed like she always did now.  And as always, she delivered a warm bottle of milk for me to drink.  Just like she always did, she kissed me good night and turned off the light.  As always, the baby bottle of milk was relaxing to drink.  Maybe more so that night.  In fact, I don’t remember finishing the bottle.

I was still asleep when I realized I had to pee – badly!  Worse than I could remember in a long time.  As always, the need brought me fully out of sleep.  As I always did now when I was in bed, I kept my eyes closed and simply let it out.  The pee seemed to flood out of me more than ever.  Much more than ever.  My dry diaper was soon super soaked.  I could feel that thick diaper taking longer to soak it all up than usual, but I kept my eyes closed and started to drift back to sleep again.  And I wanted to sleep.  I was so tired.

But my going back to sleep was interrupted by a soft knock on my bedroom door, and then it opened.  “Gramps?” Kimmie called softly.

“Mm?” I mumbled as I opened my eyes.  It was light already.  Darn!

“Just checking on you,” Kimmie told me.  “You’re usually up by now.”

Oh?  I looked over at my clock.  Wow!  It was half an hour later than I usually got up.  But darn I was still so tired.  And then she had to ask.  “Would you like me to diaper you today so you can enjoy your fun all day?”

“No!  You already know I don’t want that!”

She shook her head.  “One of these days!” she said sternly.  “I’ll call you later.”  With that she left.

I didn’t feel like waking up yet, so I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.  Hey, I was retired.  I had nothing better to do with my life.  Why shouldn’t I?

A little while later, I felt the need to pee again, and I let it out.  My diaper got a bit wetter…which was fine with me.  But once it was over, I realized it was time to get up.  And by this time, I was finally awake enough to actually get out of bed.

As always, I headed straight to the bathroom to shave, brush my teeth, shed my diaper, and get a much needed shower.  I got into the bathroom and started to turn toward one of the two sinks in there, when something weird caught my eye.  In our master bathroom, the toilet area is in its own private little cubby hole, complete with a sliding door to provide privacy should anyone want it.  I liked the arrangement very much.  But that sliding door hadn’t been closed in a long time now.  This time, I couldn’t help but notice that it was closed.  Closer examination also showed me something even stranger.  There was now a strong metal hasp latch on the door, complete with a good sized padlock.  Someone had locked me out of my toilet.  And I had no doubt in the world who that someone was.  Kimmie!

Angrily, I left my bathroom and headed out to the powder room bathroom.  I immediately noticed that there was a new doorknob on it.  A doorknob that required a key!  I tried it, but of course it was locked.  Kimmie!  I’m going to kill you.

I marched myself upstairs to her bathroom, and again I found a matching key style lock on it.  She had locked me out of her bathroom, the powder room and my own toilet area in my bathroom.  I was mad as hell!

But I wasn’t going to be foiled by a woman so much younger than I was.  I had been around a lot longer than she was.  All I needed was a small crowbar to rip that hasp lock off of my bathroom door.  In fact, all I really needed was my claw hammer.  That would easily pry the whole thing off.

I threw some clothes on, having to struggle with my pants because of the large fat diaper I was wearing.  In fact, my pants didn’t want to button or even zip up under all that bulk.  I left them on anyway and finished dressing.  Then I went out to my backyard workshop.  When I got there, I came close to throwing something in anger, except I had nothing to throw.  There was a matching hasp lock and padlock on the side door to my workshop.  I went around to the garage door entrance to the shop where I keep my lawn mower.  I tried to open it, but the door barely moved at all.  What the hell?  Kimmie was taking no chances.  She wasn’t even allowing me to get at my own tools!  And how she had locked the garage door entrance like that I’ll never know.

As I wandered slowly back to the house, my mind was going crazy trying to figure out what I was going to do.  I went back into my master bathroom and stood there for a minute.  Finally, I got undressed again down to my big fat night diaper.  Wearing only that, I shaved and brushed my teeth.  Then I removed the diaper and deposited it in the diaper pail that served as my trash can for the things.  The diaper pail was not only convenient, but it had an air freshener in the lid that helped matters immensely.  Naked, I finally got into the shower.

I took a longer time than usual in the shower that morning because I was fixated on trying to figure out how I was going to get past all of Kimmie’s locks.  I was stymied.  Eventually though, I got out of the shower and dried myself off.  I went into the bedroom to get dressed and while the thought had been firmly plastered in my mind already, the realization of it hit me full force.  I was going to have no choice but to wear a diaper all day…until I could strangle Kimmie later and get the keys to the bathrooms!

I grabbed a diaper and taped it on.  No baby powder like Kimmie always used.  This was going to be like the weekends when I would have no choice but to wet…uh-oh, and probably mess myself all day too.  Darn that girl!  Diaper in place, I had no choice but to get dressed.  No white tights.  No little girl shoes.  Nothing else.  Just that damn diaper that I now had no choice but to wear.

Yeah, all day long, all I could think about was all the ways I wanted to kill my granddaughter.  I loved her, but I was still going to kill her.  She better not be late today when she got home!

  When Kimmie finally walked through the door, her mischievous grin of delight couldn’t be missed.  “Have a good day Gramps?” she laughed.

“I’m going to kill you!” I replied menacingly.  “Unlock my bathroom!”

“Nope!  Not gonna happen.  It’s staying that way until I decide otherwise.”

“Unlock it!  Now!” I yelled.

“Nope!” she laughed.  “Oh, this is priceless.  Just like I figured it would be.”

Priceless?  What the hell?  “Kimmie, I don’t want to do this during the week.  How many times do I have to tell you that?  I’m not sure I even want to be doing it on the weekends anymore either.”

“Gramps, save your arguments.  I don’t care.  I know what you think you want, but I also know it’s not what you really want.  So the locks stay in place, and so do your diapers.”  She laughed again.

“Kimmie!  No!”

“Yes Gramps,” she said amid another burst of laughter.  “And there’s nothing you can do about it.  Now I’ve got to go to my bathroom upstairs.”  She held up her keyring.  “And guess which one of us has the key.  Not the one wearing the baby diapers.”  With another laugh, she literally ran from me and went upstairs.

I was going to kill her!  Somehow.