Gramps - Chapter 11

 

Gramps

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 11

 

Change is inevitable.  There’s a lot of things that are true about change, but the fact that it’s going to happen whether you like it or not is certainly one of them.  It’s also a fact that people generally don’t like change.  They resist it.  But not me.  At least not then.  I wanted change – badly!  I wanted out of that overly squishy, nasty, smelly, dirty diaper.  And I wanted out of it now!  I wanted to be changed!

Okay.  Let’s back up just a tiny bit. 

Yeah, yeah, Kimmie dressed me as always in the morning, yada, yada, yada.  Just the same sweatshirt on top that I had worn the day before.  In fact, everything she put me in was the same thing I had worn the day before.  Not my diaper of course.  That was a new one.

Once again though, when she was finished, she made the comment about needing to get me some bras to wear.  I mentally screamed!  But I didn’t say a word about it.  Just like I didn’t say anything about the pacifier that wasn’t in my mouth again.  I should make a small mention though that the stockings that got pulled up my now shaven legs felt a bit different.  I won’t say nicer.  No, I refuse to say that!  Got it?  But when she walked out of the room to get ready for work, I ran my hands with their embarrassingly pink fingernails over those stockings on my legs.  No!  I will not say they felt nice!  End of story!

I headed out of my room toward the kitchen, intent on getting some breakfast and coffee.  Um…did you realize that you can’t drink coffee with a pacifier in your mouth?  That was another good reason why I needed the coffee!  And the breakfast.

Kimmie came downstairs five minutes later.  “Okay Gramps,” she said as she walked over and gave me a hug.  “I filled all five of your baby bottles and put them in the refrigerator.  Make sure you finish them all before I get home this afternoon.” 

I stared at her, totally surprised.  “You did what?”

She pointed at the refrigerator and looked me sternly in the eyes.  “Baby bottles.  Refrigerator.  Drink them all!”  Then she added, “Remember, no changes until two o’clock, and I’ll be asking for pictures again.  And…”  She looked confused for a moment.  “Where’s your pacifier?”

“I don’t know,” I tried.

“Go find it!  Right now.  And stick it in your mouth.  I’m not leaving until I see it where it belongs.”  When I didn’t move fast enough she raised her voice.  “Go!”

I went.  Ugh.  I found one of my two oversized pacifiers next to my chair in the living room.  I stuck it in my mouth and went back to her.  I tried to say, “Better?” but all that came out was, “Eheh.”

I think she was ignoring what I said.  She hugged me again and told me to make sure I kept it in my mouth all the time, except when I was eating or drinking something.  “And remember, I want to see drool in your pictures so I know you’re keeping it there.”

Drool.  I’d like to drool her!  I said nothing though.  With that pacifier in my mouth, she wouldn’t be able to understand what I said anyway.  She was soon gone and I was glad.  Darn woman!  Why did they always have to be so bossy?  Especially her!

I made myself something for breakfast.  And I also put a pod in the coffee maker and made a cup of coffee.  I pulled the plug from my mouth and sat down to eat and relax.  Ah!  Normality.  Normal that is, if you didn’t count that I was wearing a diaper, stockings, high heels, and my fingernails were pink.  Um…but for my life?  Yeah, it was totally normal.

Since I knew Kimmie was going to be texting to ask for pictures, probably wanting to see my pacifier first, as soon as I was done eating, I stuck the pacifier back in my mouth.  I was really getting tired of it being there.  Twenty minutes later, she texted asking for pictures of my pacifier.  I held my phone up in front of my mouth and took a picture and sent it to her.  She sent back a text saying she didn’t see any drool, so she knew I had taken it out of my mouth.

I sent back a one-word message.  Breakfast.  Funny, I got no reply.  But less than an hour later, she wanted another picture.  Yeah, yeah, this one plainly showed the drool running down my chin.  I absolutely hated the feel of that drool, just like I was starting to hate sucking on that damn plug all the time.

There were five baby bottles in the refrigerator that she said I had to drink.  Why?  Didn’t she realize that drinking those things would reduce the amount of time I spent sucking on that stupid overly large pacifier that filled my mouth?  With five bottles though, I figured that maybe my best bet would be to spread them out throughout the day.

About an hour after breakfast, I went to the refrigerator.  The five bottles were easy to spot.  Since they were all together I couldn’t miss them.  I noticed that one of them appeared to contain milk.  The others all looked like they were filled with some of her sports drinks that she was so fond of.  I didn’t exactly feel like milk just then, so I grabbed one that had blue liquid in it.  As I stuck the bottle to my mouth, I considered the situation.  It was only about 9:30 in the morning.  If I drank one of those bottles say…every hour or so, I’d have them all done and out of the way by 1:30.  Then I could change my diaper only half an hour later.  Perfect!  Yes, I knew my diaper would probably be soaked from all that extra liquid, but I’d only have to wear it that way for a little while.  Yes!  No matter how I looked at it, it seemed to be a really good idea.

Wrong!

Look.  I don’t know what those sports drinks did to me, but they kept me peeing…a lot!  And trust me, after wearing diapers for as long as I had now, peeing in them was no problem at all.  It had not only gotten easier with time, it was now too easy.  There were times when I barely knew I was doing it.  But not that day.  That day I fully realized every time I needed to pee, and I knew I had to pee badly every time, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold it back at all.  Not that holding it back was even anything I considered anymore.  Why should it be?  I had no choice but to go in my diaper, and I was always wearing a diaper.  Yeah, peeing in my diaper had gotten a lot easier for me since I started all this.  Too easy.

Uh…sorry, I got a bit off track there.  Let’s see.  Oh yeah, those damn sports drinks.  By lunchtime my diaper was already a squishy mess between my legs.  And not only that, but I seemed to be drooling more than usual too.  After three bottles of that stuff in just three hours, I seemed to have too much liquid in my body, and it was coming out of me all over.

By the time I went in to make myself something for lunch, my diaper was super saturated.  That was a problem, but it soon became only a minor distraction compared to something else.  As I was fixing my lunch, my bowels decided they wanted to get into the act as well.  All I was doing was walking across the kitchen when the feeling hit me that I needed to go.  But that feeling hit me hard.  I stood there fighting with it, but like with peeing, I soon gave up.  Like with peeing, I was wearing a diaper.  Why should I bother trying to suffer with holding back so much?  In no time it was a major case of…yuck!  In moments my diaper wasn’t just a saturated mess, it was a stinky, smelly, nasty mess.

When you’re wearing a diaper, it’s hard to tell exactly how much comes out of you sometimes, but that time I knew for certain that it was a lot.  Ewww!  Oh, I already said yuck.  But I meant both of those things.  Eww!  Yuck!  Ugh!  And a whole lot of other words that mean basically the same thing.

Forget lunch!  All I wanted was to get changed!  Did I happen to mention change earlier?

I looked at the clock.  Noon.  Kimmie had been harping at me not to change until two.  Yeah, okay, I tried to put off changing for a few minutes, but that diaper was simply too much of a mess.  It was too uncomfortable.  Not to mention I wasn’t overly fond of the smell.  I had to put up with that smell often, and I was always glad to change and be rid of it.  And since Kimmie had stopped putting the plastic pants on me, that smell had only gotten more noticeable.  This time, it was especially true.

Kimmie always said that she would punish me if I didn’t do what she wanted.  But she never had.  Besides, if she did try to punish me, what could she possibly do?  Mostly, a lot of nothing.  I already had pink fingernails.  I already had a shaved body.  I already wore diapers all the time, not to mention had to use them.  What could she do?

Realizing that, and wanting very much to get out of that overly messy diaper, I headed for my bathroom.  Most of the time I didn’t take another shower in the afternoon to get myself clean again, but sometimes I did.  This was one of those times when I felt it was necessary.

If I wasn’t going to take a shower, I wouldn’t have had to undress completely, but the shower made undressing necessary.  After removing what little clothes I had on, I got into the shower before peeling myself out of that diaper so it would limit the mess.  I was glad I had done that much.  I washed myself thoroughly, then I stuck that smelly diaper into the diaper pail trash.  After just doing that, I went back into the shower to clean myself again.

By the time I was completely dressed and came out of my room, Kimmie had texted me several times wondering why I hadn’t answered her texts and sent me some pictures.  In fact, she was getting worried about me.  She thought maybe I had hurt myself somehow.  I texted back that I was fine, then I sent her a picture of my fresh diaper and another one of the plug in my mouth, even though there was no sign of any drool.

I didn’t get an answer from her for another hour.  I guess she had a class or something.  But when I got that answer, it came in the form of a phone call instead of a text.  When my phone rang, I naturally answered it.  “Hello?”

“Gramps!” Kimmie’s angry voice came back.  “You changed your diaper, and it’s not two o’clock yet.  I told you, no changes until two!  And I didn’t see one bit of drool in that pacifier picture either.  What’s going on?”

“What’s going on?  Kimmie, I was a mess, and it was awful.  I had to change.  I couldn’t stand being in that diaper any longer.”

“Aw!  Poor baby.  Can’t put up with a bit of shit in the back of his diaper.”

“It was more than a bit.  Trust me.”

“We’ll talk about this when I get home Gramps.  Now send me a pacifier picture, and there had better be some drool on your chin.”

Ugh!

When Kimmie got home that evening, I was in my chair where I usually was, fleece blanket covering my embarrassingly dressed body and the pacifier still between my lips.  I had gone ahead and finished the other two baby bottles and once again my diaper was getting pretty saturated.  Fortunately, no stinky mess.  Kimmie marched herself straight up to my chair and stood between me and the TV.  “Okay Gramps,” she said.  “You know perfectly well that I didn’t want you changing until two o’clock, but you did.”

I pulled the pacifier out and threw it on the end table next to me.  “Kimmie, I needed it.”

“Tough!” she replied angrily.  “I wanted you to enjoy that mess.”

“Trust me, I wasn’t enjoying it at all.  That’s why I changed.”

She shook her head.  “I can see we’re going to need to do something so you get the point that you’re the baby in this relationship, and I’m the adult.  Babies don’t make decisions and they do what they’re told!”

“Kimmie…”

“Which one of us wears the baby diapers?” she threw back sternly.  “Which one of us sucks on a baby pacifier?” she threw out as well.  “Which one of us then is a baby?”  She stared me down for a moment then turned.  “I’ll be right back.”

I watched her leave.  As far as I was concerned, she could stay away.  Unfortunately, she came back.  This time with a bag in her hand.  She came right up to my chair, blocking the TV again.  She reached down and pulled my blanket off my body in one angry swoosh.  “Up!” she ordered.

I looked at her angrily, but she didn’t wait even a moment.  She reached out, grabbed one of my arms, and pulled…hard!  She literally pulled me out of that chair, and I hadn’t even lowered the footrest.  She kept her hold on my arm and pulled me right into my bedroom where she literally pushed me onto my bed.  Was she going to change my diaper?  Now?  Maybe she was going to put my night diaper on me.  But all those thoughts were wrong.  With that bag still in her hand, she climbed up on the bed and sat on me!  Backwards!  So that all I could see was her back.

“Kimmie!  What are you doing?”

“Hush!” she said sternly with her back to me.  “And where’s your pacifier?”

“By my chair,” I told her.

“Why isn’t it in your mouth where it belongs?”

“Because I was trying to talk to you when you pulled me out of my seat.”

She said nothing for a moment, then replied, “We’ll get it as soon as I’m done here.”

“What are you doing?” I asked again.

“Hush!  And I mean it,” she yelled, her back still to me.

She was heavy, sitting on my chest, but at least she was far enough down that I could still breathe…somewhat.  It was just difficult.  With her body holding me down and blocking my view, I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I felt her unfastening my diaper and pulling it down between my legs.  Then I heard her opening that bag she had brought.  What was in it?

Suddenly, I felt her grabbing my penis, and a moment later, I got the shock of my life when it felt like she was trying to push something right up inside it.  It had to be the weirdest feeling in the world.

“Kim…Kim…stop…Kimmie…what are you doing?”

“Hush!” she yelled again.

Whatever she was doing stopped, and a moment later I felt something else new.  Something cold was pushed up under my balls and around the top of my penis and then she was squeezing that something awfully tight.  “Kimmie…” I started to say and then grunted at the pressure she was exerting on me down there.

“I told you to hush!  Don’t say a word.”

“But…”

“Hush!”

I tried to push her off me, but with her legs straddling my body I couldn’t budge her an inch.  And then I felt something cold and hard pushing against the tip of my penis where she had inserted whatever it was.  And that pushing kept going, pushing harder and harder, further and further.  Crushing my penis down the length of it.  I felt her doing something else that I couldn’t figure out, and then her hands were gone and my penis felt like it was still all scrunched up.  I tried pushing her body up with my stomach again, but as before, I got nowhere.  In fact, as far as I could tell, she was ignoring my efforts.

She leaned down and grabbed my legs and pulled them up…high!  Way up.  Pulling my butt off the bed.  She held everything there like that with one arm while her other arm snaked under me then came back again.  Then she let my legs drop.

“Oof!” I grunted.  I expected her to tell me to hush, but she was too intent on what she was doing.  Then her hands were back on that thing again and I realized she had pulled some kind of strap under my bottom that she was now trying to attach to that thing on my cock.  And she pulled…and pulled.  Making that strap tighter and tighter, and consequently forcing that thing on my cock to dig further and further into my body.  She leaned down and spent a few moments doing something else, then her hands were gone again and everything stayed just like it was.

Yes, yes.  I had looked at all the porn on the internet.  It was one of my favorite pastimes…still.  I had figured out pretty quickly that she had put some kind of chastity device on my cock.  I could tell from how cold and heavy it was that it was metal, and I could tell by how scrunched up my cock was that it was small.  Maybe very small.

And then, while she was still sitting on top of me, she reached down and pulled that same soaked diaper up between my legs again and firmly fastened the thing in place.  Why couldn’t she at least have put a fresh diaper on me?  It was still hours until I’d get my night diaper.

“There,” she said as she patted the front of my diaper.  She sounded awfully satisfied.  I certainly wasn’t!  Finally, she climbed off me.

“What the hell was that?” I demanded.

She shook her head.  “I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now,” she told me.

I sat up on the bed.  “You locked me up!”

She giggled.  “Yeah.  I did.  I figured I needed a good way to punish you, so I bought that thing.”  She laughed again.  “I’ve been dying for a chance to use it on you.”

“Take it off!”

She laughed again.  “Gramps.  You know better than to ask.  You already know it’s not coming off until I take it off.”

“When?” I demanded angrily.

“Oh…I think about a week should do it…unless you’re bad again.  Then I’ll add more days.”  Once again she laughed.  “Knowing you, you might never get out of it.”

I was fuming.  Damn woman!

“I’m sure you could tell that that thing isn’t exactly very big,” she said.

I just glared back at her angrily.  She didn’t appear to care.

“That chastity device is not just the smallest, but the flattest one I could find, so that hopefully you’ll get the idea that when you’re wearing it, you don’t have a penis at all.  In fact, that’s how I want you to think about it.  I want you to forget that you’ve got a penis.  Maybe you never did.  Won’t that be fun?”

Fun?  She had to be kidding.  “For who?”

“You!  And me,” she added with another little laugh.  “Now go find your pacifier.  And then you can help me make dinner.”

Darn woman!

As I grabbed my pacifier, my other hand was busy trying to feel whatever I could through that diaper.  Strangely, I couldn’t feel much of anything at all.  I prodded as much as possible, but there was just nothing big enough to tell me anything.  In fact, I couldn’t feel anything much under that wet diaper at all, especially not my penis.  For all intents and purposes, the thing felt like it was gone.  Kimmie had said she was doing all of this sissy baby stuff so I could enjoy it and have some fun.  What kind of fun was I going to have now?  None!

It didn’t take me long to realize that for some unknown reason, I couldn’t seem to hold back as much as I could before whenever I needed to pee.  I had felt her putting something up inside my penis when she put that thing on me.  Probably a tube of some sort.  I was guessing that tube was the reason for that.  Just great.  My diapers would probably be wetter than ever.  Not what I needed.

That night, I was intently watching TV, trying desperately to ignore that darn thing she had locked onto me, not to mention ignore my pink fingernails, not to mention ignore…oh, you get the picture.  Ignore it all.  The TV show was interesting at least, but halfway through it, right at eight thirty, Kimmie suddenly turned the TV off.  She got up from her chair and stood in front of me.

I pulled out my pacifier to ask the question.  “What’s going on?”

She held out her hand toward me.  “Come on Gramps.  Let’s go.”

I let the footrest down on my chair.  “Go where?”

“To your room of course.  It’s time for your nighttime diaper.”

I sat there and stared up at her.  “But it’s only eight thirty.”

“Yeah.  And it’s time to change you for bed.  Now let’s go.”

There was more than a bit of a staring match between the two of us before I got out of the chair.  Holding my hand like a child, she led me into the bedroom.  “Paci!” she ordered without turning around to look at me.

I wanted to hit her, but I stuck the darn pacifier back into my mouth.

Diaper off, diaper on…yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.  I tried to get a bit of a look at that thing she had put on me, but on my back I couldn’t really see anything.  My hand tried to touch it, but all I felt was something totally flat before she knocked my hand away.

“Don’t bother,” she told me.  “There’s nothing there for you to see or feel anymore.”  She leaned over toward my head and looked me right in the eyes.  “Nothing!”  Then she went back to getting me ready for bed.

When she was done, I expected to go out to the living room to continue watching TV, but Kimmie had other ideas.  “No you don’t!” she told me.  “You were bad today.  You can go to bed now, not later.”

“But…” I started to say, even though with that pacifier in my mouth, the only thing that came out was more like, “Uh!”

“Ten o’clock is too late a bedtime for babies anyway.  From now on we’re going to make it a bit earlier.  But tonight, your bedtime is now.  So climb in.”

She stood there staring me down until I got into bed.  She arranged the covers over my body, then said, “I’ll be back in a minute with your bottle.”

While she was gone, my hands tried to do more exploring of that thing she put on me, but even though my diaper was now dry, it was a thicker diaper than before and I could tell even less than with the last one.

A few minutes later, my light was off and I was nursing on a bottle of warm milk.  My mind was in overdrive.  As soon as that bottle was finished, I rolled over and tried my best to hump the mattress.  I tried and tried.  I tried this, and I tried that, but it all had the same result.  Nothing.  I couldn’t get any stimulation or even pressure to any part of me under that diaper at all.  I went at it uselessly for a while before I gave up.

Now what was I going to do?  And worse, my predicament had me more turned on and needful than I wanted to be.  It was a no-win situation.  How was I going to deal with it?  What was I going to do?

I was going to kill that woman one of these days.  Darn woman!

 

Gramps - Chapter 10

 

Gramps

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 10

 

People my age grew up in a different world than exists today.  Differences that I’m sure the younger generations of the world don’t fully understand.  I’m not going to discuss it all, but I would like to mention one of those strange differences that I never imagined would happen.  Shopping.  For most of my life, if you wanted something you just went to the store and bought it.  Now you go to your computer or phone instead and buy it online, and it arrives a few days later.  Buying things online has become too easy.  Trust me, that’s true because if I can do it, then it must be easy.  Even I have bought stuff online.  Where do you think all my diapers came from?

Kimmie was a shopper.  I guess now that she had a good job and very few expenses since she lived in my house, she could afford it and bought stuff in the stores all the time.  But she also bought a lot of stuff online.  Most weeks a few packages came for her, and I would soon see her wearing something new around the house.  Especially shoes.  That girl seemed to love buying shoes!  In fact, I think she was interested in anything at all related to shoes, including me!  Um…I’m not exactly related to shoes, but Kimmie suddenly became a bit more fixated on my footwear, particularly my sissy footwear.  You know what I mean.

I had two pairs of sissy shoes, the black patent little girl Mary Janes that I secretly adored, and the heels that strapped onto my feet.  Kimmie’s interest in those shoes though started on Monday, the day after our latest fiasco at the grocery store.

As always, I got powdered and diapered after my morning shower (oh, I wasn’t going to mention that anymore, was I).  After all the stuff she had put on me the day before, I was really glad when she simply gave me a sweatshirt to wear on top.  Not only that, but it was one of my sweatshirts, not hers. 

“You need bras!” she declared as she looked at me in that sweatshirt.

I said nothing for two reasons.  Number one, I didn’t want her to get any ideas that might make her do anything about that statement, and secondly, if I said anything, I was afraid she’d shove that stupid pacifier back in my mouth.  I made no response at all.

But then she did something that totally surprised me.  She went back to my dresser and pulled out a package of the pantyhose she had bought yesterday.  My heart soared.  I’d get to wear something to cover my stupid diaper and keep it from being seen.  Of course, the sight of the pantyhose made me afraid she’d give me a skirt to wear next, but hey, anything to cover up my embarrassing diaper.  But when she pulled the pantyhose out of the packaging, I realized they weren’t pantyhose at all.  They were stockings.  Individual stockings for each leg.  They would cover my legs, but not one bit of my damn diaper.  Ugh!  Still, I let her pull one up on each of my legs.  When I stood up, they seemed to grip my thighs at the top of each stocking.

“Those things should help keep your legs a bit warmer,” she told me.

Warmer?  I looked at the thin material.  How much warmer would they be?  Not much I was betting.  Still, it was something.

“They’re supposed to stay up,” Kimmie added, “but trust me, they do and they don’t.  You’ll probably have to pull them up more often than you think.”

Still, I made no response.  Good for me!

But she was still staring at my legs.  “I think tonight we need to stick you in the tub and clean you up a bit more than you are now,” she told me.

I was shocked.  I had just gotten out of the shower.  I wanted badly to say something about that but, you know, don’t give her any ideas, and the pacifier.

She went to my closet and, no surprise, came back with my high heels that she buckled onto my feet.  Then she stood back and looked at those shoes.  “We’ve really got to get you some new shoes,” she said as she looked down at the heels she had just stuck on me.  “Those things don’t exactly look that great, and your black ones are starting to look a bit worn.  You need new ones!”

Did I dare say anything?  Nope!  Not a word.  You already know the two reasons. 

She sighed.  “Okay,” she said.  “Keep that stuff on all day and don’t take any of it off for any reason.  You can change your diaper at two o’clock, but not one minute before.  Understand?”

I kept my big mouth shut and just looked at her.

“I’ll text you for pictures again.  And trust me Gramps, you better send me something every time or believe me, you’re not going to be very happy about it.”

I started to open my mouth to ask what she would do about it, but I caught myself just in time.

She kissed me on the forehead and told me to have a good day.  Then she was off to finish getting herself ready for work.  Ten minutes later, she was out the door.

Ha!  No pacifier!  Hip, hip hooray!

Forty-five minutes later, Kimmie sent me her first text demanding pictures of what I as wearing.  Unfortunately, that’s not all it demanded.  She told me to put my pacifier in my mouth and keep it there, and that she’d be looking for pictures of that too.

How would she know if I didn’t keep it in my mouth?  I could leave it out, then only put it in when she wanted to see it.  Problem solved!

Yeah.  Problem solved.  How wrong I was.  Her next text demanded to see the pacifier, and the picture had to include some drool running down my chin as well.  Shit!  To do that, I had to keep the damn thing in my mouth! 

Darn woman!

By the time two o’clock came around, I was dying to change my diaper.  I watched the clock intently.  At one minute after two, I took a closeup picture of my soaked and messy diaper and sent it off, then I went off to my bathroom to change it for a fresh one.  Ah…relief.  And trust me, it was a relief to get rid of that heavy, uncomfortable thing.  She didn’t ask for it, but I sent her another close up picture, this time of my fresh diaper.  I have no idea in the world why I bothered.  She never even replied.

That night when she got home from school, as was often the case, there was a bit of drool helping to keep my chin from drying out.  I hated the feel of it there, but what if she demanded to see it?  Then I remembered how silly I was being.  I left the pacifier in though as she came over to greet me.  She smiled, bonked my pacifier with her finger, then kissed me on my forehead.  “Hi Gramps,” she said.  “How was your day?”

I wanted to say it was stupid and embarrassing, but instead, with that pacifier still in my mouth I tried to say it was fine.  Unfortunately, what came out was “Uh…ah…eh.”  Perfectly understandable, right?  The darn woman smiled, laughed, and bonked my pacifier again.  “Good,” she replied as if she had understood every word of that.

Totally stupid!  Darn woman!  Have I said that before?

Um…okay.  I got off track here.  We were talking about shoes and Kimmie’s unending fascination with them.  After dinner, she dragged me into my home office and had me sit in one of the chairs there while she sat in front of my computer.  Where I was seated, I could easily see the screen, but she had all the control.

“What are we doing?” I asked.  “Buying more diapers?”

“Nope,” she replied.  “Buying shoes.  If we can find any for you that I like.”

Something in what she had just said caught my attention.  “For me?”

“Yup!  Don’t be so surprised.  You need them!  I mentioned it this morning and you should have figured that much out yourself.”

No, I shouldn’t have.  The only thing I figured out for myself so far was to not mention anything to her, especially my pacifier, which just then was not in my mouth.  Trust me, I wasn’t going to mention it.

Kimmie spent a long time searching through shoe sources.  I was paying more attention than I probably should have since she had said whatever we were buying was going to be for me.  An hour and a half later, I was in a slight state of shock.  I had just purchased another pair of little girl shoes, this time in bright shiny red and with some kind of decoration on the buckle where the strap connected.  I had also bought a pair of what she called plain black pumps, the kind that Kimmie claimed no woman should ever be without.  I wanted to point out that I wasn’t a woman, but somehow I didn’t think she’d care.  And then there was the third pair.  Pink (of course), in fact, very pink, stiletto high heels.  The black pumps were high heels too, but not like these were.  These were a lot higher and the heel was practically nothing in width.  But that wasn’t the real problem with those heels.  The real problem was that they had a strap that would fasten around my ankle…and lock!  And I already knew that Kimmie thought they were funny and intended on taking every advantage of that little feature.

Darn woman!  And I’m not sorry for saying that again.  Darn, darn woman!

That night, I had another reason to curse that darn woman.  She had been changing me into my nighttime diaper every night at nine o’clock.  Then I could go out and watch another hour of TV.  Usually the process went fairly quickly so I only missed about five minutes or so of the next show.  But not that night.  Nooooo!

At eight thirty, she forced me out of my nice comfortable chair and into the bathroom.  “Clean up time!” she declared.

I had no idea what she meant by that, but I watched as she turned the water on in the bathtub.  I didn’t take many baths.  Ruthie did.  She took them all the time.  But not me.  I was a shower guy.

While the water was running, she started undressing me…all the way, the shoes, the stockings, my sweatshirt, and yes, even my diaper.  Then I got put into the tub and she began washing my body with the nice warm water.  No!  I won’t admit how nice it felt.  Especially not where she might find out.

The washing was nice.  What came next, wasn’t!  She pulled out one of her own razors, started spreading soap all over one of my legs, then she shaved that entire leg…and the other leg…and my arms…and my armpits…and the front of my body…and my back…and she spent an eternity shaving my ass area, and even longer shaving my balls.  By the time she was done, the only hair on my body was on top of my head.  Oh, and my eyebrows that she mentioned she should pluck and shape.  Fortunately, she didn’t.

“Much better!” she declared when she was finished and took the time to look me over.

Better?  I just felt more embarrassed than ever.

“Now those stockings should look a lot better on you.” 

Somehow, I doubted that.  My legs weren’t exactly girly…or beautiful…or even nice looking anymore.  I was an old man now.

By the time she finished, she powdered me, stuck a nighttime diaper on me, pulled that silly, girly sleep top over my head, and stuck me into bed.  She was back with my warm bottle a few minutes later.  “Night Gramps,” she said as she kissed my forehead before turning out the light.

I had completely missed my evening TV shows!  But what did she care?  All she was interested in was buying shoes.  Oh, and making sure my legs looked good enough to wear them, which I already knew they still didn’t!

As I laid there drinking that bottle (and enjoying it), my mind was filled with the evening’s activities.  I tried to imagine what wearing any of those three pairs of shoes I had bought would feel like.  I had no doubt the locking stilettos would be uncomfortable, but would they be fun?  Maybe.  I would have to find out.  And I already knew that finding out was on the not too distant horizon for me.  But it was the new little girl style shoes that had caught my interest the most.  I don’t know why, but they excited me far more than the other two pairs with high heels…the two grownup pairs.

When my bottle was finished, I turned over in the dark of my room, and I humped my bed as I often did, this time, my mind imagining wearing those shoes out in different situations, particularly in public.  My humping didn’t last as long as it usually did, and soon I was berating myself for getting into that situation in the first place.  As usual, all I could think about was how I could possibly get out of my diaper situation.  And as usual, no answers came to me.  But as often happened, I remembered how nice it was that I could do something like that in my diaper, and I didn’t even have to worry about cleaning anything up afterwards.  That was the job of the diaper.

One final thing crossed my mind.  What would Kimmie throw at me next?  I was afraid to find out.  Suddenly, sleep didn’t come as easily as I thought it would.

Darn woman!

 

Gramps - Chapter 9

 

Gramps

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 9

 

Um…did I happen to mention going grocery shopping earlier?  Yeah, I’m pretty sure I did.  So it should come as no surprise to any of you that the next day, Sunday, Kimmie dragged me out of the house again.  And trust me, once again it was against my will.  In fact, more against my will than ever.

Let’s see.  How the heck can I describe this?  I guess just the usual.  Start from the beginning.  By which I mean what she put me in from the time I got out of the shower Sunday morning.  Hey, it should come as no surprise to any of you that she put a diaper and plenty of baby powder on me.  I mean, that should be a given by now, right?  I shouldn’t even have to mention it.  But after that, she only stuck the high heels on my feet and threw that sweatshirt of hers at me to wear again.  And that’s it…for a while.  Trust me.  I felt grateful for just that much.  Although I would have much rather not been wearing the diapers.  She still wasn’t giving in on that issue at all, no matter how much I complained.  Which I did, as usual, and as usual she stuck that damn pacifier back in my mouth.  Why had I bought those stupid things?  I certainly couldn’t say anything at all with one of them in my mouth.  But I’m guessing that was the whole point of them to Kimmie.  Yeah, yeah.  They were babyish and that seemed to make her happy too.

But of course, that was just my outfit for while I was in the house so there would be nothing at all to cover up the diaper that I was sick and tired of wearing, but had no choice in the issue. 

But it was Sunday, and we often did our grocery shopping for the week on Sundays.  And I already knew from the day before that Kimmie was planning on doing it again.  Although I’m not sure if she was more interested in groceries or in showing me off to her students.  I guess both.  In fact, I’d bet it was both.  Especially knowing her.

So a little while after breakfast, Kimmie dragged me from the living room back into my bedroom.  “Right,” she said once she got me there.  She looked me over, then grabbed the sweatshirt I was wearing and pulled it off my body.  The stupid heels I was wearing went next.  Then Kimmie grabbed something from my dresser where I now noticed a pile of clothes I hadn’t seen before.  Obviously hers.  Or rather hers…meant for me to wear.  Whatever it was that she had grabbed, was pink.  Surprise!

“This isn’t exactly the style I had in mind for you, especially today,” she said.  “But it fits me nice and loose, so it should fit you with no problem at all.”

I could see now that it was a pink blouse.  I could also see that the sleeves were long…uh…longish.  I doubted they would cover my entire arms.  Not only that, but the material appeared to be very thin.  The arms and the bottom four or five inches of the blouse were decorated with a wide band of some kind of lacy looking effect that was more holes than material.  I sure hoped I’d be wearing a jacket over top of that thing, or I was going to freeze.  In fact, I needed the jacket just to keep the damn thing covered up.

“This really needs a bra under it,” she told me as she buttoned up the few buttons on the front of it.  “But I decided that a bra would send the wrong message for what I want you to be today.”

What she wanted me to be?  I wanted to ask what that was, but my mouth was still plugged.

“We need to get you a few bras anyway,” she said.  “Just for those times when you should be wearing one.”

I shuddered at the thought.  And trust me, I had no intention of ever reminding her about that idea.  I didn’t have any bras just then, and I figured things would be best if it stayed that way.

Alright, let’s see…the pink blouse.  Yeah.  Once she had it buttoned up, she went back to my dresser and pulled out my white tights.  Hey, at least I was familiar with those.  I also liked them, but I’d never tell her that.  Heaven only knows what that might lead to.  Nothing good, that’s for sure.

She sat me on the bed and pulled them up my legs, then had me stand again while she pulled the tights up to my waist.  After that, she went back to the pile of things on the dresser.  I was so afraid she was going to grab some kind of skirt.  I was very relieved when I realized she was holding a pair of pants.  Since they were folded, I couldn’t tell much about them…except they were some kind of red checked pattern.  Not exactly manly.  As if anything I’d be wearing was manly in the least.

In the past, I had always worn all my own regular clothes over top of my diaper.  Why couldn’t I do that today?  But no, Kimmie seemed to have other ideas on her mind.  As I mentioned earlier, I was guessing it had something to do with a bunch of kids she expected to see, that I hoped wouldn’t be there.

As she came back to me, she let the pants drop open and I had a bit of a better chance to see them.  The first thing I noticed beyond the red check pattern was that they were shorter than they should be.  They certainly weren’t shorts, but I knew they wouldn’t come down anywhere near my ankles.  As she held them for me to step into, I also realized they didn’t have any kind of fly or zipper on them.  Just an elastic waist.  I stepped into them and let her pull them all the way up, because I had no doubt that if I didn’t, Kimmie just might drag me out the door wearing nothing over top of my diaper at all.  Yeah, I was surprised she wasn’t trying that one since she had been keeping my diaper uncovered all week already.  The pants were tight on my legs as she pulled them up.  I finally realized they were made of some kind of stretchy material, so they fit everything skintight, including my diaper that they now covered.  I could only wonder how visible that diaper was under those checkered pants.  Would the checked pattern hide the diaper outline and bulges?  I could only hope.

She sat me down on the bed and grabbed my little girl shoes that I secretly liked so much.  I just didn’t like wearing them out of the house.  Unfortunately, they were soon buckled on my feet.  She stood back to have a good look at me.  “I think we’re getting there,” she told me.

I wondered what that was supposed to mean.  Getting where? 

I thought she was done with me, but she wasn’t.  She dragged me into my bathroom where she grabbed my comb and started combing my hair.  It took me no time to realize she was running that comb through my hair in directions I never did.

“I’ll say one thing for you Gramps,” she said.  “You’ve always had a nice head of hair.  Real thick.”

Yeah.  I wasn’t like a lot of guys who lost their hair and went varying degrees of bald.  At my age I still had all my hair.  It was just starting to turn grey now, something that Ruthie liked a lot.  I could have cared less about the grey, except that she had liked it.

Kimmie put the comb down and started grabbing my hair with her hands and pulling it up.  She used both hands to smooth and pull my hair so that she was grabbing as much of it as possible, then I felt her doing something up there near the top back of my head, but I couldn’t tell what.  When she pulled her hands away, my hair stayed in the pulled-up configuration she had put it in.  I reached up and felt what she had done.  There was something now wrapped around that stack of hair she had created.  I was guessing it was some kind of elastic band.  More likely, an elastic hairband.

I pulled my pacifier.  “What’s that for?” I asked.

“Hush!” she told me.  Then she grabbed my hand with the pacifier and shoved the thing back into my mouth.  I was guessing so I wouldn’t ask any more stupid questions.  Then she led me back out into my bedroom.

She went back to my dresser and came back with a long length of pink ribbon.  I held my hands up in front of me for her to stop.  “Uh…ah…ih…  Damn.  The stupid plug in my mouth.

“Hush!” she said again.  “Babies don’t get to ask about what they’re wearing, they just wear it…and love it.  So love it, and don’t even think about giving me any trouble.  Now turn around.”  She reached out, grabbed my arms, and physically turned me around so that she was standing behind me.

Love it?  Don’t give her any trouble?  I wondered what would happen if I did.  Something in the back of my brain seemed to remember her mentioning something about punishing me a few days ago, but that was the last I ever heard about that.  Trust me, it was a subject I was determined to not bring up.  She was already a force to be reckoned with.

It took her a few minutes to tie that ribbon onto my hair.  Most of the time I could feel her fussing with it, doing…I don’t know what.  I was glad I couldn’t see the thing back there behind my head…while at the same time, part of me longed to see it.

When she was finally done, she stood back to look at me again.  She had me slowly turn all the way around.  “I think we’re good,” she decided.  “Stay there a minute.”  She went over to my dresser and grabbed her cellphone.  Then she took several pictures of me, including a few from behind.  “All done,” she said.

What did she need the pictures for?  She had me to look at…live!

“Tell you what,” she said.  “If you behave and do what you’re told without fussing about anything, you can wear your jacket, even in the store.  But don’t be surprised if I ask you to take it off for a while.  But like I said, you’ll have to be good.  Got that?”

I got it.  I tried to voice that, but the damn pacifier had other ideas.  I nodded my head and wiped the drool that was threatening to start running down my chin.  I tried to look at myself in the mirror over my dresser, but all I could see was…stupid!  Very, very stupid.  I could see bits of pink behind my head, but since it was behind my head, I couldn’t really see that bow that she had tied in my hair.  I felt funnier about that than all the rest put together.  Although trust me, the entire outfit I was wearing had my stomach in knots.  I had to wonder if wearing my jacket over top of the blouse would be any kind of help at all.  Probably some, I figured, but not much at all.  And then there was the fact that my diaper was already a little wet, and would probably be even wetter before long.  Like it or not, I’d literally be waddling around that store.  Oh joy!

As we walked through the living room, Kimmie stopped and pointed at the floor.  “Sit!” she ordered.

“What?” I tried to say, which you already know didn’t work because of that pacifier between my lips.

“Sit!” she said again.  “On the floor.  Like a baby.  And wait.”

I started to ask for what, but again, the pacifier.

When I didn’t move, she said very sternly.  “Damn it Gramps.  Sit down on the floor!”

Ugh!  I worked my way down to a place that wasn’t the best for someone my age.  I already knew that getting up was going to be difficult.

Kimmie came back a few minutes later with another baby bottle for me.  I wanted to scream!  No!  No!  No!  I didn’t even try to say anything though with that stupid pacifier in my mouth.  Kimmie pulled my paci plug and handed me the bottle.  “Drink.  All of it,” she ordered.

Hating every second of it, I stuck the bottle in my mouth and started drinking.  More of her sports drink.  At least it tasted good.  It hit me then.  She was putting more liquid in my system in hopes that I’d wet myself at the grocery store.  In fact, she was probably hoping I’d wet myself more than once while we were there.  And I was already wet!

Damn the woman!  Have I said that before?  Well, I meant it!

Eventually my bottle was empty.  My mouth certainly wasn’t empty for long though since she immediately shoved that pacifier back into it.  Then she helped me get back to my feet.  I put my jacket on, and we headed into the garage to get into the car…and I stopped dead, right there in the garage.

“Gramps,” she said.  “What are you doing?  Get in the car.”

I pulled the plug from my mouth.  “No!  Kimmie, I can’t go out like this.  It’s stupid.”

“Yes,” she giggled, “it is.”

“That’s the point.  I can’t go out like this.”

She huffed angrily.  Then she came over to me, grabbed my hand, and yanked…hard.  I had no choice but to follow or fall on my face.  She dragged me to her car, opened the door and pushed me inside.  “And put that paci back in your mouth and keep it there,” she threatened.

Two minutes later, we were leaving the driveway behind, heading to the grocery store.  Um…would you believe that I wasn’t exactly happy about things?  Well, I wasn’t.

Instead of taking the usual fifteen minutes to get there, it seemed more like two.  Before I knew it, she was turning into the parking lot and pulling into one of the parking places.  She stopped the car, turned it off, and turned to me.  The tone of her voice wasn’t just firm, it was threatening.  “You’re a baby!  That’s how I’m looking at you.  That’s how I’m considering you.  A baby!  And if you have any questions about that, just remember which one of us is wearing the baby diapers, not to mention the one who’s dressed like a child!  If any of the students show up today, like I suspect there may be, don’t worry about it.  Act your age!  Two!  As far as I’m concerned, as far as they’re concerned, you’re a two-year-old and nothing else.  Remember that.  The reason I expect that some of them may show up is that aside from them asking if I was going shopping today, you’re like a new toy for them to play with, except they can’t touch you.  At least, I’ll try not to let them.  I can’t guarantee that.  It’s fine if they talk about you and ask me questions.  I’ll even show them your diaper again, but if they ask you anything, as long as you keep that pacifier in your mouth you can’t answer.  Hear me?  They can look but they can’t touch.  I hope.  That’s what I want anyway.  So think of yourself as the baby that you want to be.  Enjoy yourself.”

Enjoy myself?  She had to be kidding!

“Now let’s go,” she added before opening her car door.  “And don’t even think about not getting out of the car.  “Come on…baby!”

Ugh!  Slowly, I opened the car door.  And slowly I allowed my body to slink out of the car.  I got as far as the back end of the car when I heard, “Miss Kim!  Miss Kim!”  Yes, I already wanted to die, but I wanted to do that since before we left home.

Two girls ran up to us right there in the parking lot.  Only one of which I recognized.  “You came!” one of them proclaimed.  The other one was too busy staring at me like I was a monster from Mars.  A monster would have looked more sensible than I did, I’m sure.

“We’ve got to get groceries,” Kimmie explained to them.

The girl who I recognized looked me over as we all started walking toward the store.  “I love, love, love his bow.  And his outfit is real…um…interesting.”

“Thank you Loraine,” Kimmie told her.

Loraine.  The name seemed to trigger a memory from last week.  I wondered where the other one was.

Once we got inside, Kimmie grabbed a shopping cart and pushed it to an out of the way area nearby.  Then she turned to me.  She grabbed my jacket and started unzipping it, like an adult undressing a child.  Very softly she said, “You lost your right to wear this when you made a fuss in the garage earlier.  Now behave!”  With that, she removed my jacket and threw it in the shopping cart.  I heard both girls giggling as they looked me over more intently than before. 

“Miss Kim!”

We looked up and there she was.  The other girl from last week.  And she had two other girls with her.  In moments, Kimmie and I had managed to become a crowd. 

“He’s adorable!” the other girl from last week declared.  “I love him.”

She loved me?  I don’t think she meant that in any kind of good way.

“Thank you Judy,” Kimmie told her.  Then she grabbed the shopping cart.  “Excuse us girls, we do have to shop.”  With that, she pushed the cart instead of me and made a path through the girls.  I stayed as close to Kimmie as I could get, and all five of those girls seemed to stay even closer to me.

I felt a very slight tugging at my head and realized one of them had pulled a bit on the bow in my hair.  “God,” one of them said from right behind me.  “The bow just makes his look.”

“Wait till you see his diapers,” Loraine told her.

“As if it isn’t obvious already that he’s wearing them,” Judy added with a laugh.

“Is he wet yet, Miss Kim?” Loraine asked.

Kimmie seemed a bit put off, but she stopped the cart right where we were.  “I guess we can check.”

“Can I check?  Please?” Judy asked.

“No.  I’m sorry, but nobody touches him but me,” Kimmie told her.  “Got that girls?  He’s not a plaything for any of you.  You can look, but you can’t touch.”  The girls all seemed to look very disappointed.  I wasn’t!  Right there and then, Kimmie grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to her.  She pulled those red checked pants down, then pulled the white tights down, exposing my diaper.  Kimmie didn’t even touch the diaper.  “Wet!” she declared.

“Are you going to change him?” one of the girls asked.

“No,” Kimmie told her.  “That diaper he’s wearing can handle a lot.  He’ll be fine till we get home, no matter how much he wets himself.”  She looked directly at me.  “And he knows he better wet himself again before we get out of here.”

I got the point.  The truth was though, I was lucky I hadn’t wet myself already just from fright.

My pants and tights got pulled back up.  “You push the cart,” Kimmie told me.  Trust me, I was more than glad to do that.  I wiped the drool that threatened to escape down my chin, and started pushing.  Aaannd…all those girls started following.

“He’s dressed like a little kid,” I heard one girl say.

“A little sissy is more like it,” another one replied.

“Definitely!” two other girls agreed at the same time.

Twenty minutes later, Kimmie again pulled down my pants and tights, exposing my diaper.  I panicked a bit because I knew I had better be wetter than the last time or there could be trouble.  Which meant that wetting myself right away was my only option.  Trust me, in that situation, and after that last baby bottle she gave me before we left home, I had no trouble peeing.

Staring at my diaper, Kimmie didn’t look happy, but her hand went to the front of it anyway.  And stayed there!  “Hmm!” she grunted.

“What is it?” Judy asked.

“He’s peeing right now,” Kimmie told her.

That set all the girls to laughing.  I wanted to die.  And now that the pee was coming out of me, I couldn’t stop it.  And trust me, after everything, I could tell I was peeing a lot.  Kimmie just stood there with her hand on the front of my diaper.  After a while, and after I finally stopped peeing, her hand moved all around, including squeezing the bottom of my diaper between my legs, which trust me, was a lot fatter than it was before.  In fact, it sagged a bit now.  Kimmie just pulled up my tights, then my pants and turned to keep walking along the aisle, grabbing things to throw into the cart.  I grabbed the cart handle and started pushing again. 

When we got to the aisle with all the makeup and stuff like it, Kimmie stopped before a rack full of pantyhose.  She seemed to look over everything for a while.

“Are they for you or him?” one of the girls asked her.

Kimmie didn’t even turn to look at her.  “Him,” she replied before her hand reached out and grabbed two packages from the rack.  She moved a bit further and plucked a different package.  What was in it was white.  They all went into the cart.  Of course, everything we were buying got eyed and inspected by all five of the girls who were far more curious about things than I was happy with.

“White tights,” one of them proclaimed, looking at the package.

“I guess like he’s wearing now,” another of them added.

Ugh!

In the baby aisle, Kimmie looked briefly at all the baby food, then moved on.

“No baby food?” Loraine asked.

“Nope,” Kimmie told her.  “Not today.”

“Aw,” Judy said disappointedly.  “Why not?”

“Not today,” Kimmie told her.

Thank you Kimmie, was all I could think.  And then I saw Kimmie looking at the baby bottles.  Two of them wound up in our shopping cart before we could move on again.

We finished our shopping with all five girls still in tow.  Then we went through the checkout lane while the girls waited for us.  I was handed my jacket to put on again once the cart was empty.  The girls all followed us back to Kimmie’s car and even loaded everything into the trunk for us.  Kimmie opened my car door and let me get inside, away from the girls and the public eye.  Well, relatively.  Kimmie said goodbye to all the girls, then got into the car and we drove home.

Yeah.  Now that I look back on it all again, there was nothing interesting that happened on that trip at all.  Nothing even worth remembering.  Sorry I brought it up.

I can tell you that Kimmie still refused to change my diaper until two in the afternoon.  Oh, and I was still wearing every bit of that, including the bow in my hair, when we went for our evening walk around the backyard.

Just another boring day.  Sorry I mentioned it.