Gramps - Chapter 13

 

Gramps

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 13

 

What kind of difference could those cameras really make?  Yeah, they were all over the house, downstairs only I guessed, I didn’t want to go upstairs to check there.  But what kind of difference could they possibly make?  Not much.  Kimmie actually spent most of her time in classes and couldn’t spend it all watching me.  Not that I ever did anything exciting except get out of my chair once in a blue moon to…do things, which never amounted to much, before I got back into my chair again to watch more TV or read.

On Thursday, there were again five baby bottles full of…whatever…in the refrigerator.  I thought I’d be done with the text requests from Kimmie for pictures of my diaper or my pacifier, but it seems I wasn’t.  Those requests still came in.  Was it possible that the cameras couldn’t see that much?  I was guessing that was the case.  So I was stuck still being monitored with everything over the phone.  Despite having my chair-sitting time interrupted with more requests for pictures, I was glad the cameras couldn’t see that much.  I felt like my life had been invaded enough.  Overly enough.  Too much!  But what was I going to do about it?  I did my best to ignore all those cameras watching my life now.

Despite the cameras, the day was mostly ordinary for me.  Kimmie dressed me, five bottles awaited me, Kimmie bugged me, packages on my doorstep bothered me, I tried my best to figure out where my cock went, and Kimmie and I strolled around the backyard.  Well, Kimmie strolled, I huffed and puffed still.  And we were still going a bit further each day so it was becoming more and more of a struggle for me.  Still, Kimmie kept me going. 

Once again, Kimmie dressed me for bed at eight o’clock instead of nine, then let me watch TV for only the next hour before sticking me in bed.  Somehow, my usual ten o’clock bedtime had gotten moved up to nine o’clock instead.  How had that happened?  Why had that happened?  There were TV shows I wanted to watch, and a lot of them didn’t come on until nine o’clock.  I complained, which only got my pacifier shoved in my mouth before she told me, “Ten o’clock bedtime is way too late for babies.  I’ll bring your baby bottle in a few minutes.”

Ugh!  I wanted to watch my shows.  I was going to kill that woman someday.  Darn woman!

Friday should have been a carbon copy of all my other days recently.  But there were just a few minor differences.  And those differences began happening when Kimmie got me dressed that day.  Oh yes, I got the diaper, the sweatshirt (hers again), the stockings…but that’s where the usual stuff all ended.  After the stockings, Kimmie pulled out something thick and pink.  Something that appeared knitted.  And she pulled those somethings up my legs over top of the stockings.

“Huh?”

“Leg warmers Gramps,” she told me.  “They came in the mail yesterday.  Don’t you just love them?  And they should help keep your legs nice and warm.  Now you don’t have to worry about keeping that blanket of yours over you all the time.  I got you two pairs.”

“You got me?”

“Well, I ordered them.  I used your credit card though.”

“Oh thanks!” I replied sarcastically.  That was the point where she shoved the pacifier in my mouth again.  But that wasn’t the only different thing she put on me.  From my closet she pulled out something else that was pink, and a bit shiny.  And more than a bit frightening.  Shoes!  Shoes with a very high, thin heel.  Shoes with a strap that would go around my ankle.  And after ordering them with her, I also knew they were shoes that she could lock on me so I couldn’t take them off.

Behind that gag in my mouth, I was hyperventilating as she stuck them on each foot and buckled them securely.  The locks didn’t come until after they were both on my feet, but the locks only took a few seconds to be added and secured.

She grabbed both my pink feet and looked me in the eyes with a delighted look.  “Don’t you just love them?  I’ll bet all you can think about already is how much fun they’re going to be to wear all day.”

Was she kidding?  Yeah, maybe in normal circumstances they’d be fun, but my body was missing a certain part of my basic anatomy now that had a lot to do with that fun.  And she expected me to wear those shoes?  All day?  Of course she did.  Well, I wasn’t going anywhere except my chair in the living room anyway.  I had good reason to stay off my feet now.  In fact, I might not even make it to the refrigerator to get whatever baby bottles she left for me.

With a giggle, she bopped me on my pacifier and walked out.  Darn woman!

I sat on my bed and stared at the floor.  My eyes kept going to those pink shoes locked onto my feet.  Pink shoes that matched the pink leg warmers on my legs, that matched the pink nail polish on my fingers.  Pink!  Ugh!  It wasn’t that I didn’t like pink.  It’s just that wearing it made me squeamish.  I had little choice though but to wear it.  I didn’t have anything to use to remove it from my hands, and I didn’t have a key to remove the shoes from my feet.  I was stuck in all of it.

With a sigh, I let my feet touch the floor.  Even sitting like I was, the angle they were forced into was weird…and I had been wearing heels for days on end now.  Just not heels this high.  I gradually shifted my weight onto my feet and slowly tried to stand.  I was in danger of wobbling there for a moment, but at least I was on my feet now.  But how about walking?  How about actually moving somewhere in those shoes?

With my arms extended to the sides a bit for balance, I set my first destination, the doorway.  I took a step.  Just like with my other heels I noticed the thin heel of these shoes hitting the floor first before my toe could land.  I shifted my weight and moved my other foot.  Right foot, left foot.  Slowly and precariously, I made my way to my bedroom doorway where I grabbed the doorframe.  From there, my eyes locked onto my chair in the middle of the living room.  My living room that suddenly seemed bigger than it used to.

When I made it to my chair, turned, and sat down, I didn’t know if I should feel relieved or proud of myself for making it.  Both I guess.  And the truth was, I was proud of making it that far without falling, and no doubt, I was very relieved.  A moment later, the footrest on my recliner was up and I was safe.  I pulled my blanket over my embarrassing…everything.

Kimmie came back a few minutes later to say goodbye.  She leaned down and I thought she was going to kiss me, but instead she just leaned close to my face.  She reached out and grabbed my pacifier.  She pulled lightly, but not enough to remove it from my mouth.  “Suck on it like you’re drinking something from your baby bottle.”

Huh?

“Suck Gramps.  Gently.  Like you’re drinking.”

I tentatively started sucking a bit.

“Relax…now do it again.”

I tried it again.  What was her problem?

She shook her head.  “We’ll work more on that tonight,” she told me.

Work on what?  Sucking on my pacifier?  I didn’t want to suck on the thing.  Yeah, it was fun…at first, but now after keeping it in my mouth for so long, I was sick of it.

She kissed my forehead and chuckled.  “Have fun today Gramps,” she told me before walking away.

I listened as I heard her going out the door.  She was gone.  Now what was I going to do?  I wanted some coffee.  I wanted something for breakfast.  Instead, I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.  I didn’t brave getting out of my chair for coffee or breakfast for another hour.  And when I did, I opened the refrigerator and saw all those baby bottles waiting for me that I would have to get through today.  Ugh!

I tottered carefully around the kitchen and made myself something to eat, but instead of coffee, I grabbed a bottle instead.  Might as well get one of them over with.  Precariously, I managed to carry it all back to my chair where I set everything on my end table and sat gratefully.  Darn those shoes were something.  Manageable, yes, but a bit difficult at the same time.  And no!  I refuse to admit they were fun.  They weren’t fun at all!  Get it?  No fun!  Just like my entire body was getting no fun because Kimmie had stolen my cock and took it somewhere.

Man does not live by TV alone.  Nor does just adding a book to read help much.  Plus, like it or not, I had to get to those stupid baby bottles littering my refrigerator.  Why was Kimmie so adamant that I drink them every day, and why so many?  Five was too much!

Mid-morning, after sending Kimmie pictures of my diaper, my pacifier, and now the pink heels on my feet, I forced myself out of my chair and grabbed another bottle from the fridge.  With it in my hand, I took my life in my hands and “wandered” around the house, just to enjoy…I mean not enjoy walking in those heels.  I walked from the living room to the kitchen, to the front door, to my office.  I walked around in circles, and then I did it all again.  Just for something else to do, I even put a load of laundry into the washer.  All just so I couldn’t enjoy wearing and walking in those shoes.  You can easily see that I wasn’t enjoying them one bit!  I did more walking around than I had in some time.

While the washer was running, I finally landed in my home office and sat down in front of my computer to look at some sissy baby porn.  Why not?  It’s what Kimmie wanted me to look at, and what I wanted to look at too.  It’s just that without a cock anymore, it was a lot less fun than it used to be.  Still, I couldn’t seem to help myself, and I spent quite a while ogling it all.  Well, I needed to stay off my feet, didn’t I?  Who would ever want to walk around in shoes like the ones that I couldn’t remove from my feet?  Shoes like the ones I was stuck in.  Shoes that were no fun at all.  And they weren’t!

After spending more time than usual on the porn, I got back to my feet and moved the clothes from the washer to the dryer.  Now what should I do with myself?  Wanting to stay on my feet, I grabbed another baby bottle and began carrying it around as I wandered the house again, trying to get used to the feel of those miserable shoes that I hated so much.

I walked here, I walked there, I wet my diaper while I walked, I drank from my bottle while I walked.  I did everything I could while I tried to find some way I could actually enjoy wearing those super high pink heels that I couldn’t remove from my feet even if I wanted to.  They were stuck on me.  Kimmie had stuck them on me.  She had removed my cock and replaced it with these sexy high heels.  Darn, I wanted to hump my bed in the worst way.  But that wouldn’t help anything.  Maybe I shouldn’t have spent so much time looking at that porn today.

Lunchtime came and I realized that the last pictures Kimmie had requested had been that big batch she had asked for earlier.  I figured she must have had a busy day at school and didn’t have time.  All the better!  But in the middle of getting my lunch together, she sent another request for pictures.  She just wanted a good closeup of my diaper though.  Nothing else.  That one was easy to manage and get out of the way.

Two minutes later though, I got a huge shock when her voice suddenly seemed to come at me from everywhere.  “Gramps?  Can you hear me?”

I looked all around.  “Kimmie?”

“Great!” she replied.  “I can hear you just fine too.”

I was still looking around.  “You can hear me?”

“Now I can,” she told me.  “Kyle and I just finished setting that up.  Now I can not only see you, but if I want, I can hear you too, and you can hear me.  Isn’t that great?”

That wasn’t exactly the way I’d put it.  “What for?” I asked loudly now focusing on the camera in the corner of the kitchen. 

“In case I want to talk to you,” she replied.

I realized the sound was coming from all the cameras in the house.

“We’ve got all the cameras set up now on motion detectors,” she told me, so they only pick up something when there’s movement.”

I realized I’d be spending even more time sitting in my chair, without moving an inch.

“By the way Gramps.  Another package arrived a few minutes ago.  It’s out by the front door.”

“Uh…yeah,” I replied.  “I’ll get it.”

“Good.  Thanks Gramps.  Have a good day.”

I heard her giggle just before the sound cut off.  She could see and hear me too?  What next?  I didn’t want to think about that.  I carried my lunch, along with another baby bottle into the living room and set them on the table next to my chair.  I climbed into my chair and raised the footrest.  I covered myself with my blanket, and I spent a good few minutes staring at the camera in the corner of the living room…that was pointed right at me.  I was very glad just then for the blanket I had over me.  Maybe I needed to get a bigger one.

I really didn’t like the two o’clock rule that Kimmie had imposed as to when I could finally change my diaper.  It was too long a time to go, especially with all the bottles she wanted me to drink during the day.

It seemed like I had just barely finished eating when that feeling of impending doom hit me.  Damn!  I knew it was inevitable, and I also knew that being stuck in diapers I could do nothing about it.  It was going to happen.  I fought with it for a while, then threw my blanket off me and started to get out of my chair.  But I didn’t make it before I made something else instead – a mess in the back of my diaper.  Ugh!  Yuck!  I stood up in those impossible shoes and let the problem finish itself.

Not wanting to sit back down just then, I took a few tentative steps.  Yuck!  Awful!  I had little choice though but to manage.  I could barely walk.  First because of those heels locked to my feet, and now because of the mess in my backside.  Together, the combination was practically lethal.

In that condition, I cleaned up my few lunch things, then I emptied the dryer and put the clothes away.  I did everything I could while I waited for two o’clock to arrive.  Mostly though, I walked from room to room in the house.  Trust me, there was little else that I felt like doing.  If Kimmie could see, hear, and talk to me, could she smell me too?  I guessed not.  Otherwise, she would want me to change myself a lot sooner!  Smell me Kimmie!  Feel how disgusting this diaper is!

When two o’clock came, I was already in my bathroom, ready to get changed.  Yeah, yeah, I sent Kimmie a picture of my diaper, even though I wondered if she could see how bad the thing was.

About four thirty that afternoon, I was covered up all snug in my chair watching TV when once again my life got invaded by Kimmie’s voice from everywhere.  “Gramps.  Can you hear me?”  And then I heard her laugh.

I looked up at the camera in the corner of the ceiling.  “Yeah.  What now?”

“I just wanted to tell you that we’ll be late getting home today, but we shouldn’t be too late.”

“We?”

“Me and Kyle,” she replied.

I wasn’t exactly happy about that.  “Your boyfriend’s coming again?”

“Sure.  Why not?  Don’t worry, I’ll be making dinner tonight.”

It wasn’t something I had been exactly worried about.  In fact, I hadn’t even given the topic a single thought.  “See you later,” I heard her say.  And then her voice seemed to be gone.  Seemed to be.  But was she still watching?  I had no way of knowing.  Suspicious about things, I tried to continue watching my show, but I was more concerned about whether she and Kyle were watching me or not.

Kimmie and Kyle walked in about an hour later than Kimmie usually got home, which actually was a time that varied quite a bit.  She came over and kissed me.  Kyle simply stood back and said, “Hi Gramps.”

Now he was calling me Gramps too?  I decided that was fine with me.  The two of them walked off and left me alone with the TV.  Now if they would just continue to leave me alone, maybe I could get some programs watched.

Before long, I heard Kimmie busy in the kitchen, but a moment later, Kyle was doing something in the corner of the living room.  Kimmie came out to talk to him and the two of them conferred for a moment before Kimmie went back to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Hanging this thing for Kim,” he told me.

“Hanging what?”

“A decoration she bought.”

“A decoration?”  That surprised me, but…okay.  She lived here too.  I never realized we needed a decoration in that corner.  Ruthie had certainly never seemed to realize that either.  But…women.  Who knew?

I watched what I could as he installed the thing.  It appeared to be a single long shelf strip.  The kind you can put shelf supports into to create shelves at whatever height you want them.  But in this case, it was only one.  He mounted it to two triangular wooden blocks, then he screwed those blocks to slightly larger L brackets.  Then he began fastening the entire thing to the corner.  The top of it was just above his head, but the strip was long enough to go down just past his knees.  Why so long?

When it was secure and he had tugged on it a bit, he stuck a shelf support in near the top.  From a bag he extracted what I realized was the decoration itself.  It turned out to be a very nice looking lamp type thing, except it held a candle instead of a lightbulb.  All four sides of the thing were covered in clear glass.  Kyle hung the thing from the shelf support, and then stood back and called Kimmie.  I studied it from my chair while the two of them discussed how nice it looked.  And it did look pretty nice.  At least I could enjoy looking at it, even from my chair.

When dinner was ready, I had little choice but to uncover my embarrassingly dressed body and get up from my seat.  Kyle was doing everything possible not to laugh at me as he watched me heading for the table.  Kimmie however, did let out a bit of a laugh.  I wanted to tell them both where to stick it.

The part that surprised me was that once dinner was over, Kyle left and went home, leaving just Kimmie and me in the house.  Kimmie cleaned up the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher while I stayed in my chair.  But then she came over.  “Ready for our walk?” she asked.

I was flabbergasted.  “Walk?” I said.  “In these shoes?”

“Sure,” she replied as if there should be any other choice.  Then she laughed.  “No Gramps.  Unless you want to.  That would be fine with me.”

“No!” I said with more certainty than I actually felt.  I wasn’t sure how much fun walking that distance outside in the yard would be.  I had no doubt my feet would be in agony before we finished.

Kimmie leaned down and unlocked my shoes.  “Go get your sneakers on.  Let’s go before it gets too dark.”

Oh, the difference.  Oh, the relief.  Going from those super high heels to the sneakers was like walking from a nightmare into a dream.  Heaven.  Uh…I still huffed and puffed to get around.  That much at least hadn’t changed.

When we got back, I expected to be able to just sit and watch TV for a while before she changed me.  But I was wrong.  “Gramps,” she said as we got back into the house.  “Go sit at the table for a few minutes.  I want to talk to you.”

“We were talking out in the yard,” I reminded her.

“I know, but this is something different.”

I immediately sensed something bad, and I wondered if it involved Kyle.

I sat and waited.  She came back a minute later and set my cellphone and my pacifier on the table.  Then she found one of my baby bottles and filled it with one of her sports drinks.  She set that in front of me too before she dragged one of the chairs over and sat right next to me.

“What’s the problem?” I asked.

“Um…Gramps,” she said.  “I decided we need to work on something with you.”

“What’s that?”

“The way you suck on your pacifier.”

“What?  It’s in my mouth.  What more do you want?”

“I want you to learn to suckle it like you should.  Not just stick it in your mouth and keep it there with your teeth.”

“Suckle it?”

“Yes!”  She picked up the pacifier and stuck it in my mouth.  “Now suck on it,” she ordered.

I glared angrily at her for a few moments, but she didn’t appear to be backing down.  I sucked.

“Gently,” she said.  “Not so hard.”

I eased up a bit.

“Okay,” she said.  “Now suck, then stop and relax, then do it again.  Over and over.  You don’t need to suck constantly.”

I tried it.

“Good,” she said.  “We’re getting there.”  She pulled the plug from my mouth and picked up the baby bottle.  She stuck that between my lips.  “Drink,” she commanded.  I reached up to grab it but she said, “No.  I’ll hold it.  Just drink.”  So I did.  “Feel how you’re doing it?” she said.  “Can you feel the way your chin just barely moves when you drink?”  I didn’t give her an answer.  She pulled the bottle from my lips and stuck the pacifier back again.  “Now do it the same way.  Exactly the same.”

The nipple of the pacifier was a lot bigger than the baby nipple on the bottle.  But I tried it anyway.  It sort of worked.

“Good Gramps,” she said happily.  “Now keep doing that.”

I kept at it for a good minute before she stopped watching me.  I stopped nursing on the nipple and saw her picking up my cellphone.

“Here,” she said, handing me my cellphone.  “I want you to set it so you can video yourself sucking on that thing.”

I was shocked.  I tried to say, “Video,” but as usual, the pacifier prevented me from saying much of anything.  I had to hunt around for the setting on the camera, and Kimmie saved us both some time by pointing to the button, but it was soon videoing away.

“Point it at your chin,” she suggested.  “Closer,” she decided.  “Good.  That’s good.  Now just keep nursing on that thing the way I showed you and hold the camera right there.”

This was weird!  I had no idea what the point of the whole exercise was, other than to get me to suck on the thing instead of just hold it between my teeth.  I wanted to ask how long, but the moment I turned my head to ask, she quickly stopped me.  “Keep going!” she ordered.

It seemed like I videoed myself forever.

“There!” she finally said.  “You can stop now.”

I gratefully pulled the camera away and figured out how to end the recording.

“Now send that to me,” she said.

I was surprised.

“Send it,” she said again.  “Just like you do the pictures.  It’s easy.”

I hunted around and found the video right with all my other embarrassing pictures.  I selected it and texted it to Kimmie’s phone.

“Perfect!” she said.  Then she kissed my forehead.  “Go watch TV if you want,” she told me.

So I did.  What had that been all about?  It didn’t make much sense to me.

Eight o’clock came before I knew it, and nine o'clock seemed to come even faster.  My nightly baby bottle was soon between my lips and the light was off.  Could those cameras see me in the dark?  I didn’t care.

When my bottle was done, I once again tried to get some kind of stimulation…or feeling…or anything at all that I possibly could from that area of my body that was now rendered null and void.  As usual.  I got nothing.  But it didn’t keep me from trying until I got too tired and disgusted.

I wanted relief!  Badly.  But I couldn’t get it.  I couldn’t get anything from down there at all!

Darn woman.