Gramps - Chapter 14

 

Gramps

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 14

 

My life was weird.  Weirder than most lives I guess.  And I figured out that Kimmie’s real intention was to continuously make my life even weirder than it was.  A perfect example of that was Friday.  The day after I first wore those silly pink heels all day.

When she dressed me the next morning, I realized that my feet were still sore enough from those heels that I only wanted to wear my black little girl Mary Janes again.  In fact, I would have preferred them over my male shoes.  Uh…don’t tell Kimmie that.  Unfortunately, Kimmie had other ideas as to what she wanted me to wear.  She surprised me with another set of leg warmers that I refused to tell her I secretly loved.  But they were followed again by those darn pink high heels, complete with the locks so I couldn’t remove them.  Oh wow, did I hate those shoes.  I remembered hating them so much yesterday that I had been “forced” to do more walking in them than usual.  Kimmie just seemed to be amused at the fact that once they were on, I couldn’t get them off.  That part didn’t “amuse” me one bit either.  Where oh where had my little cock gone?  Oh where, oh where can it be?

Once I was dressed though, even before she stuck one of my pacifiers in my mouth, she sat down on the bed beside me.  My immediate reaction was, uh-oh.

“Gramps,” she said.  “I’m going to set the timer on your cellphone.”

“The timer?”  I wasn’t even aware that the thing had one of those.  Technology.  What will they think of next?

“Yeah,” she said.  “I’m setting it so that the alarm will go off every hour, on the hour.”

I looked at her like she was from Mars.  In fact, maybe she was.  “What for?  Why bother?”

“Remember the way we practiced you nursing on your pacifier last night so you could suckle properly?”

“Uh…yeah,” I replied tentatively.

“Well, from now on, I want you to video yourself just like we did last night.  I want a five-minute video of you each time sucking on your pacifier properly.  And Gramps, I saw every detail of how your chin and mouth moved last night.  I’ll know if you’re not doing it properly.”

“A video?”

“Yes.  No less than five minutes.  In fact, you might want to make it longer just in case.  And I want you to do that and send it to me every single hour.  And Gramps, just so you know, every day you’re going to be doing it longer and longer.  I’ll probably extend the time by a minute every day.  So five minutes each time today is actually nothing compared to how it will be soon.”

It’s a good thing my pacifier wasn’t in my mouth, because with the way my jaw dropped open, it would have fallen out.

She stood up and kissed me.  “Now I’ve got to go set your cellphone and get ready for work.”

I watched her leave my room.  It was a minute before I dared stand up in those heels and get used to them again.  It’s a good thing I got so much practice in them yesterday, I had a feeling I was going to get a lot more practice with them today.

Video myself sucking the pacifier?  Five minutes?  Every hour?  When was I going to find the time to drink all those baby bottles I’m sure she had stuck in the refrigerator for me?

I carefully tottered my way out to the kitchen.  I looked at the coffee maker, wanting a cup.  But then I remembered all those darn baby bottles in the refrigerator.  I really wanted the coffee more, but I didn’t need more liquid in my system than I would already be putting in it.  Kimmie came downstairs to leave for work.  Just as she got to the kitchen, I heard a ding.  I looked around, wondering what it was.

“That’s your timer,” Kimmie told me.  “Your phone is over there on the table.”

I looked at the table and saw it.  One of my pacifiers was sitting right next to it.  Convenient.  Too convenient.

Kimmie was staring at me.  “Gramps, get moving.  That’s your cue to make a video.  Get going.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now.  Every single hour.  Now get started.  I want to see you working on it before I leave.”

I had never heard anything so dumb in my life.  But I went over to the table and sat down.  I grabbed the pacifier and stuck it in my mouth.  Then I grabbed the phone.  It took a few seconds for me to set it all up, but with Kimmie watching me closely, I began filming myself sucking on the pacifier like she wanted.

“Five minutes Gramps,” she said sternly.  “Not a second less!”

While I was still filming myself sucking, she kissed me on the top of my head.  “See you  Gramps.”  And then she was gone.  I was about to stop sucking and filming, but then I remembered that I was supposed to send the video to her.  And she wanted one sent every hour.  Ugh!  I kept going.  Suck, relax, suck, relax.  I could already feel the drool threatening to escape down my chin.

An hour later, I was sitting in my chair.  The next TV show I usually watched was just beginning when I heard that stupid ding again.  I looked over toward the table, totally annoyed.  Should I bother?  I certainly didn’t want to.  In fact, I saw no good reason for it.  Instead, I decided that no, I wasn’t going to do something so stupid.  Besides, it was interrupting my show.  So I sat there and tried to watch the TV.  But Kimmie’s demand kept haunting me.  In fact, it haunted me to the point where I gave up trying to watch the show and got out of my chair.  A minute later, I had the phone set up and began another five minute filming.  When it was done, I sent it off and went back to my chair.  Darn!  I had missed the entire beginning of the show.

Darn woman!

A few hours later, the entire exercise was like a workout from hell.  Not only was I missing the beginning of every single show, but just doing it was becoming old, very fast!  And then there was the other little thing.  Suck the pacifier “properly” for five minutes, only to be followed soon after by sucking the baby bottle so I could empty yet another one.  Suck, suck, suck, suck.  I was sick of it.  And what was the difference if I didn’t do it properly?

Making it to two o’clock before I could change my diaper was not fun.  No, I won’t mention how much I walked around the house in those locked on pink super high heels while my diaper was fully loaded.  And I mean fully!  I was going to be spraying air freshener around the entire downstairs of the house.

I didn’t want to, but I stuck it out.  I didn’t need Kimmie adding any more time to the jail sentence she had put my cock in.  I wanted out!  Now!  I just couldn’t get it out by myself.  Kimmie held too many of the keys to my life.  And I mean literal keys.

Um…I had a bit of a dilemma.  At two o’clock, I would be due to make another five-minute video.  But at two o’clock, I’d be able to finally change out of my messy smelly diaper, and I wanted that more than anyone could imagine.  I solved the problem by sitting down to make the video five minutes early.  Then the moment I sent it off, I hurried in those stupid heels straight to my bathroom to change.  And trust me, the fresh diaper was a real relief.

I guess things went bad for me when the hour for my next video came around.  I was so sick of doing them that I seriously toyed with the idea of not doing them for a while.  Maybe not doing them might have been the better option though.  Instead, I opted to make the pacifier video, but I purposely spent five minutes chewing on the thing exactly the way I wasn’t supposed to.  Then at the end, I faced the camera and said, “Chew on that Kimmie!”  Satisfied with myself, I sent the video.  I pulled the pacifier from my mouth and left it behind on the table.  The next hour, I didn’t bother making a video at all, and I felt much happier being able to finally watch the beginning of my TV show.  Especially without something stuck in my mouth.  In fact, I didn’t bother finishing the last two baby bottles either.

Darn woman!  I had had enough!  I was going to show her!

Just as I expected, when Kimmie came home that afternoon, she was angry with me.  “Gramps,” she practically yelled as she came over and blocked my view of the TV.  “What the hell did you think you were doing?”

“What was I doing?  Telling you to screw off!  I’m done with this Kimmie.  Hear me?  Done with it.  Done with all of it.”  I was practically snarling as I got myself out of my chair.  “No more pacifiers!  No more diapers.  No more high heels.  No more anything!  I’m done!  Now unlock me, and unlock my bathroom.  I’m…done!” I roared.

She stared angrily at me, then turned and stomped off heading straight upstairs.  Darn woman.  She better be coming back with all the keys to unlock everything, especially me.  Wanting me to do so much stupid stuff.  Getting in the way of my shows.  Getting in the way of my entire life!

I sat back down in my chair, feeling very satisfied with myself.  I tried to focus on the show on TV, but all my mind was thinking about was finally having it out with Kimmie.  And I was proud of myself for what I had said.

Kimmie showed up five minutes later, hurrying into the living room to place herself in front of me.  I expected her to stop there and start arguing again, something I was ready for, but instead she kept coming at me.  Before I knew it, she was on top of me, grabbing my arm and pulling me brutally out of the chair.  Uh…yeah, she was definitely stronger than me.  Before I knew it, she had wrestled me down to the floor on my stomach, and was on top of me.

“Kimmie!” I yelled angrily.  “Stop it!  Stop!  You’re hurting me.”

“Good!” she replied determinedly.  “She grabbed one of my arms and pulled it roughly behind my back.  Then she grabbed my other arm and pulled that behind my back too.  I immediately felt her wrapping something around my wrists.  Rope of some sort.  It took her no time at all to tie my hands firmly behind me.

She leaned down toward my head.  “You think you’re in charge here?” she said angrily.  “You think you’re the adult in this house?  Think again?  Who wears the baby diapers?  Who sucks on the baby pacifier?  You do.  Whether you like it or not, you’re nothing but a baby to me.  A big baby, but still a baby.  B-A-B-Y baby!  When I want you to do something, I’ve got a reason for it, whether you like it or not, and I’ve got a good reason.  I don’t expect you to understand my reasons, you’re just a baby after all.  Babies don’t understand anything.  So don’t bother asking why I’m doing something.  I might not care if you know…since you’re just a baby. 

“Now, you think you can get away with things…just like a baby would try to do?  Think again!  Since you’re such a big baby, then I’ve got the option to come up with some bigger punishments than I would normally use on a little baby.  Big baby.  Big punishments.  And now here’s a new one for you that I have no doubt is going to help get my point across so that even your baby brain can understand it.”

With that, she grabbed my ear and pulled, hard!  Very hard.

“Ow!” I yelled.

“Come on,” she ordered, still pulling hard on that ear.

I had little choice but to do my best to get to my feet, a task made much more difficult with those darn pink spike heels I was wearing.  Once up, Kimmie kept her hold on that ear and dragged me over to the corner of the living room where her boyfriend had hung the new candle lantern decoration.  Still holding my ear with one hand, she reached up and pulled the lantern down.  She finally let go of my ear for a moment to carefully set the lantern aside.  I took the opportunity to stand up straight and try to take a breath.  I was about to start arguing with her again, ask her to stop, when she quicky turned and pushed me straight into the corner, and she pushed me hard.

“Kimmie!” I grunted as she shoved my body close to the corner.  And then she was doing something in front of me.  Something with that shelf bracket on the wall.  Two seconds later, she had one hand behind my head, while the other hand was doing something with my nose.  I couldn’t tell what, until I felt something invading the inside of my nose on each side while she continued to do something else.  And then I felt something start touching the septum inside my nose on each side, and that something started squeezing it tighter and tighter as Kimmie kept doing something with her hand.

“Ouch!  Ow!” I yelled.  “Stop.”

But Kimmie ignored me completely and just kept twisting something in front of my nose.  It hurt!  And then her hand was gone.  I pulled my head back…or rather, I tried to.  That thing in my nose kept my head right there, practically touching both sides of the corner.  I couldn’t move my head back.  I couldn’t move it up.  I couldn’t move it down.  I couldn’t bend my neck or move my head left or right, I couldn’t move it more than a tiny little bit in any direction at all.

“Kimmie!” I yelled angrily.

She was right behind me.  She leaned over and whispered in my ear.  “Got a problem Gramps?”

“Let me go!”

“Nope!  This is your punishment.  Let’s see how long you can last staying there like that.  And while you’re at it, remember how long that strip is that Kyle attached to the wall?  I can place that nose clamp at any height I want.  How would you like to be stuck like that, all bent over, where you can’t stand up and you can’t kneel down?  How long do you think you would last then?  So consider yourself lucky.  This time, I’m letting you stand up straight.”  She laughed a bit.  “Of course, I’m thinking that those pink heels you’re wearing are going to start making your feet hurt very soon too.  Sore nose, sore feet.  What else is going to get sore and drive you crazy before long.”

“Let…me…go!” I said threateningly through my teeth.

“Nope.  Like I said, not until you get the point as to who’s in charge here.  Who gives the orders and who follows them.  Who’s the adult, and who’s the baby.”

I said nothing as I tried uselessly to pull my head in any direction at all, especially away from the wall and away from that darn clamp holding my nose in its too tight grip.

“Oh,” Kimmie whispered in my ear.  “Congratulations Gramps.  You just also earned yourself another couple of days in chastity.”

Oh shit!  She wouldn’t!  I didn’t need that.  Darn!  The nose thing was bad enough, now she was making my other situation even worse.

I heard her moving away from me.  Unable to move my head, I couldn’t tell where she was going.  I only knew that that thing in my nose was hurting me, and the longer it was there, the more painful it got.  Darn, I wanted out of there.  I wanted it out of my nose.  I tried and squirmed as much as I could.  All to no avail.  Still, it hurt enough that I had no choice but to squirm and try to get free.  Ouch!  Damn that girl!  Damn that woman!  I wanted to kill her.  But just then, I was stuck with a different problem.  But I would kill her soon.  Just as soon as she set me free.  She couldn’t keep me there forever, could she?  Maybe she’d do just that if she knew how badly I wanted to murder her.

I don’t know how long I stood there.  It seemed like forever.  My nose was killing me.  My neck was killing me.  My feet in those heels were really killing me.  My entire body ached miserably.  I finally had no choice but to stand there, stuck facing the corner like a child.  A child that she was forcing me to be.  I realized I was wetting my diaper, and I hadn’t even realized I needed to go.  It didn’t last long.

She was treating me more and more like a child.  Turning me into a baby.  A baby who wet his diapers like every other baby on earth.  A baby who sucked on a pacifier all day like every other baby on earth.

I was the one who did those things, not her.  She was the one who changed my diapers for me, whenever she was around.  But even when she wasn’t around, she was the one who dictated when I could change those diapers.  I didn’t have a say in that at all…like a baby.

I stood there thinking about all those things, and finally started crying…like a baby.  Sobbing like a child with my head stuck in the corner.  After a few minutes of crying, I felt her come up behind me.  Her hand came in front of my face, and I hoped she would release me.  Instead, she gently pushed the pacifier into my mouth.  I sucked on it properly while she stood there watching.

“You lasted longer than I thought you would,” she whispered in my ear.  Almost twenty minutes.  I figured you’d make it no more than ten.  But you’ve earned yourself a few more days of chastity time, which means it doesn’t come off you until next Friday now.  Friday evening when I dress you for bed.  Now,” she said.  “Are you going to be a good baby for me?  Say yes if you promise to be good.”

With that pacifier in my mouth, saying anything coherent wasn’t exactly possible.  Still, I grunted, “Eh,” the closest I could come to yes.  I guess she understood.

“Do you promise to do whatever I tell you from now on, no matter what it is?”

“Eh,” I grunted again.

“Remember,” she said.  “I’ve got a reason for everything I want you to do.  I don’t need to explain it all to you.  You’re the baby, and I’m the adult.  Babies aren’t expected to understand.  The next time I do this to you, I promise it will be in a much less comfortable position, and you’ll stay there a lot longer.  I really hope I never have to do that to you.  Just know, that I will.  Not to mention you’ll be back in chastity again, for an even longer time.”

With that, her hand was back in front of my face.  I felt the pressure of that thing squeezing the septum of my nose begin to loosen.  The moment it was loose enough, I pulled my head away from the wall.  The tears were still wetting my face.  I stood there while Kimmie untied my hands.  When they were free, I stood there in those pink heels for a moment more looking at the corner through blurry eyes.  I wasn’t seeing the corner though.

My crying erupted once again and I ran, in those stupid heels, all the way into my bedroom where I threw myself on my bed and cried in earnest.

My sobbing didn’t diminish for a while.  But when it did, Kimmie came in with another baby bottle in her hands.  She removed the pacifier from my mouth and placed the warm bottle there instead.  I reached up and grabbed it.

“When you finish your bottle,” she said.  “Come out.  I’ll have dinner ready for you.” 

It wasn’t finishing the bottle that kept me from leaving my bedroom when I could.  It was lack of courage.  Lack of courage to face Kimmie.  Eventually though, I did get down from my bed.  I grabbed my pacifier and stuck it in my mouth and did my best to suck on it properly, like she wanted me to.  Shamefully, I headed out to the kitchen.

“Hi Gramps,” she said brightly?  “Sit down.  Dinner’s ready now.”

Just like that.  No mention of what she had done to me.  No mention of anything that had gone on since she got home.  She was trying to make everything dinner as usual.

“We’ll have to walk after dinner again,” she told me.  “You’ve got to get your exercise.  That’s very important.”

Yeah.  Exercise.  Exercise was the furthest thing from my mind.

I was a failure as a man.  Kimmie had seen to that.  I was a baby.

 

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.

 

Gramps - Chapter 12

 

Gramps

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 12

 

When males are born, they’re born with a certain piece of anatomy that tells the doctors that, yup, it’s a boy.  For males, having that piece of anatomy is like a sacred contract.  A type of vow.  Kind of like the line in the old marriage vows that says, “To have and to hold from this day forward.”  But now, that vow had been broken, and not by me.  Kimmie broke it.

I could no longer hold it.  I could no longer even touch it.  And as far as having it, I wasn’t sure I even had it anymore.  Did I?  For all intents and purposes, I didn’t.  To have and to hold from this day forward.  As far as Kimmie was concerned, I didn’t have it, which meant that I certainly couldn’t hold it.  As far as I was concerned, the darn thing was basically gone.

I got to explore that little device a bit more during my morning shower the next day, but the truth was there wasn’t much for me to explore.  It was just a flat metal disk that stuck out…well, that’s just it, it didn’t stick out from my body at all.  Basically, other than my balls, the rest of it was flat to my body.  And it was all firmly attached to the point where I knew without a doubt that it wasn’t going anywhere.  Especially with that strap locked onto it that went all the way around my body.

To have and to hold.  Was I even still a male?  I got the impression that Kimmie would rather that I wasn’t.

My outfit that Kimmie gave me to wear was simply more same ol…same ol, except with one of her sweatshirts.  Before leaving, she not only made sure that my pacifier was firmly in my mouth, but she also made sure to remind me about the five baby bottles that were once again in the refrigerator waiting for me.  And then she said, “Oh, and I’m expecting a few more packages today.  Can you let me know when they come in?”

“Packages?”

“Yeah.  I bought some stuff.”

She wasn’t exactly being very forthcoming with the information.  “I guess,” I agreed.

“Good.”  She hugged and kissed me.  “Have a good one,” she told me before heading out the door.  I guess for her, life was just the same as always.  I didn’t consider my new life the same as always at all.

I opened the refrigerator and checked the baby bottles.  Five.  Like yesterday.  Two of them held milk though.  After yesterday, I wasn’t exactly fond of her sports drinks anymore.

I had my breakfast, but no coffee this time.  And when I was done, I made sure to put that darn pacifier back in my mouth…and let it drool.  Ugh!  I hated that.

Five baby bottles to drink.  I put off having any of them until later.  I had one with the blue sports drink for lunch at noon.  I had another one with orange stuff in it at one.  And I had another orange one at one thirty.  I had done a lot of drinking from the baby bottles and my mouth was tired and a bit sore.  It did give me a chance to explain why there was no drool in my pacifier pictures.  I’m sure though that Kimmie got a bigger kick out of how wet my diaper was suddenly getting.  Yeah, I held back as much as I could, but what the heck?  I was wearing a diaper.

Um…something I had to get used to though was that I couldn’t feel the pee coming out of my crushed penis at all.  I guess I had that darn tube inside me to thank for that.  I  couldn’t feel it coming out, but I certainly could feel the effects of all that pee as soon as it got out of me.  Wet!  And warm.  And…um…fun.  Don’t tell Kimmie!

Wonder of wonders, at one forty-five, my bowels erupted and my diaper became another big mess.  Not nearly as bad as the day before, but pretty darn nasty.  I took a picture of it at one minute after two and then went in to change.  A little while later, I was a happy camper again.  Clean and dry.  Well, maybe not entirely happy.  I wanted to hump my bed, or hump something so bad I couldn’t stand it.  But to what purpose?  Certainly not the purpose I wanted.  I went to the internet to look at my sissy baby porn instead.  No, it didn’t help, but it didn’t really hurt either…much.

Whoever delivered packages to our house lately was sneaky.  I never heard him.  Ever!  I just looked outside and if there were packages, so be it.  The ones for me I got a notice on my phone telling me they were there.  Kimmie’s…well, I guess she probably got a notice on her phone like I did.

About three in the afternoon, I got up the courage to open the front door, poke just my head out, and check.  Bingo!  Packages.  Several of them.  I desperately searched all around and didn’t see anyone, which meant that nobody could see me.  I pulled all the packages inside and closed the door.  Whew!  Safe!

I got my phone out and sent a text off to Kimmie telling her that her “stuff” had arrived.

She sent back that she wanted another picture of my diaper, and it had better be wet.

I had just changed it!  Damn the girl.  I forced myself to wet it as much as I could, and took the picture.  Then I retired to my recliner to throw that fleece blanket over me and watch some TV.

The only time I got up was to get those other two baby bottles and drink them before Kimmie got home, which of course gave me the pleasure of sitting in my chair and wetting myself profusely a number of times.  What fun!  It would just be more fun without that steel contraption attached to my nether regions.

“Gramps!” I’m home.

Kimmie.  I looked at the clock.  She was only a few minutes later than usual, which in itself was usual.  She often had to stay later for different reasons.  A minute later, she was walking toward me…and I nearly came out of my chair in shock.  She wasn’t alone.  There was a guy following her.  I started to yell, but that damn pacifier had my mouth plugged.

“Gramps,” Kimmie said as she stopped in front of me.  “This is Kyle.  He’s the guy I’ve been going out with.”

I looked back and forth between the two of them a few times in desperate fear.  Finally, I pulled that plug from my mouth.  “Kimmie.  What are you doing?”

She smiled.  “Don’t worry Gramps.  He knows all about you.”

“He what?” I roared.

“He’s here to help me with some of the stuff that came in today.”

“Help…  But Kimmie…”

“Kyle is the computer teacher at the school.  Isn’t that cool?”

I again looked back and forth between them.  Kyle simply looked a me with a very amused look on his face.  But then, my body was still covered up by my blanket…and I was glad!

Kimmie turned to walk away.  “Come on Kyle, let’s open those boxes.”  She turned back toward me.  “Pizza tonight Gramps.  That’s why we’re late.”

The two of them were soon gone…from in front of me, but not from my house!

As soon as they were gone from the living room, I got out of my chair and hurried straight into my bedroom, where I closed the door behind me.  What was I going to do?  Why, why, why had she brought him here?  It wasn’t right.  I didn’t want him here.  I didn’t want or ask for any of this.  And now she had brought a total stranger right here, into my house and let him see.  Fortunately, most of me had been covered by my blanket.

I laid down on my bed and fumed over the issue, and worried about it even more.  Yeah, I really was going to kill Kimmie one of these days.  Darn woman!

And then my door suddenly opened and both Kimmie and Kyle came in.  “What are you doing?” I asked, shocked that they would not only invade my personal space, but that now Kyle could see me in all my stupid glory.  But what caught my attention even more, was the stuff they were carrying.  Kimmie had a box in her hands, and Kyle was carrying my stepladder that they must have gotten out of the workshop garage out in the backyard…that Kimmie had locked me out of.  If Kyle had looked like he was amused before, it was nothing like the way he looked at me now.

Instead of answering my question, Kimmie said, “I put a bottle out for you next to the pizza.  Drink it.  And Gramps, go get something to eat.  We’re going to be a while.”

“A while?  Doing what?”

“Go eat.  You’ll see soon enough,” she told me.

Not wanting to be in the same room with them, especially Kyle, I stuck my pacifier back in my mouth, got up, and left.  Yeah, there was a bottle of that blue stuff sitting right next to the three pizza boxes on the counter.  I grabbed a slice of pizza and the bottle while my mind whirled with everything that was suddenly going on…in my house…in front of the way I was dressed!  Um…I couldn’t eat or drink anything until I pulled that darn pacifier from my mouth.  I only got a little of the pizza sauce on it before I realized that.

By the time they came out of my room, I had finished two slices of pizza, drank about half that dumb bottle, and was back in my chair watching TV, with the blanket over me while I sipped from the bottle.  They came out bringing the stepladder and a couple of empty boxes with them. 

Kimmie stopped and looked around.  “Maybe we should do here next,” Kimmie decided, still looking around the room.

“Fine,” Kyle replied.  “It’s got to be done anyway.”

“Yeah, and if we do it now, then Gramps can get back to watching TV in peace while we do the rest of the house.”

Rest of the house?  What were they doing?

“We’re done in your room,” Kimmie told me.  “But you can stay here and watch TV if you want.  You won’t bother us.”

Won’t bother them?  Well, they were certainly bothering me.

“Where do you think?” Kimmie asked Kyle.  The two of them seemed to discuss things for a bit. 

Instead of watching the TV, I watched as Kyle set up the step ladder in the corner of the room across from where the TV was.  He climbed up to the ceiling there with a box Kimmie had handed him.  And then he started fastening something to the ceiling there in the corner.  It only took him a few minutes.  I got the impression he had done that before.  When he climbed down from the stepladder, he and Kimmie fussed over her phone for a while, doing…something.  I couldn’t tell what.  I stared at that thing he had attached to the ceiling.  And then it dawned on me what it was.  A camera!

“A camera?” I exclaimed, coming half out of my chair.

“Of course,” Kimmie replied.  “I told you, I think they’ll be great.  I can monitor you from school with my phone to make sure you’re okay.”

Somehow, I didn’t think that was the real reason for the cameras.

“We’re putting them all over the house,” she added.  “Well, downstairs anyway.  That way I can see you wherever you go.”

“Wherever I go?  I’m gonna go crazy!”

She laughed, then turned to Kyle.  “Let’s do the kitchen next.  And we still have to figure out what to do with the extra cameras.”

Extra cameras?  I didn’t even want to think about that.  Two minutes later, Kimmie was in front of me.  She grabbed my pacifier from the table next to me and stuck it in my mouth.  “Suck!” she ordered, then watched until I complied.  She shook her head.  “We really need to teach you how to suckle properly.  But not tonight.”  She turned and walked off toward the kitchen.

Without leaving my chair, I followed their progress all around the downstairs level of the house.  And I mean everywhere, including the laundry room and garage!  They even went out to the porch, and although I couldn’t see it, I thought they might have put a camera on the outside patio.  While they were out there, I chanced getting up long enough to grab another slice of pizza.  I was well sequestered under my blanket long before they came back inside.  But they didn’t stay inside very long.  They went out the front door and put another camera there.

Finally, they came back inside…then went out the back door again.  When they came back, the ladder was gone.  They were both soon gone, upstairs to Kimmie’s room.  They weren’t up there too long.  Right at eight o’clock, Kyle stayed in the kitchen while Kimmie pulled me out of  my chair and dragged me into my bedroom.  I got changed and diapered for the night.  I expected her to put me to bed but she told me I could watch TV until nine o’clock.  I went back to the TV and both Kimmie and her boyfriend disappeared upstairs again.

My new bedtime came and Kimmie was back, this time with Kyle watching.  She dragged me in my undignified state out of the living room and put me to bed.  While I waited for her to bring me my bottle, my eyes locked onto the new addition to my room, the camera in the corner of the ceiling.  Could they see me with the light off?  I hoped not.  A few minutes later, the light was off and I was drinking my warm bottle of milk.

Cameras.  Watched.  Suddenly, my house felt more like a prison.  Come to think of it, I hadn’t been out of it in forever, except for those few trips to the grocery store.  But I wasn’t sure I wanted to get out of it.  Except…now it felt more like a prison than ever, and I wanted to be away from it.  Away from my house.  Away from all the things I had to put up with in my life, and away from Kimmie…oh yeah, and her boyfriend.  Away from it all!

Darn woman.