Too Old to be
Young
By Karen Singer
One
of the pains of this whole thing was that she was going to have to do a lot of
going over to see him to let him change his diapers. For a while anyway. She was going to have to do that later this
morning. But not for a while yet. She didn’t care if he was awake or not, she’d
rather let him stew in that thick diaper and start getting used to the fact
that he was stuck in them.
Keeping
him stuck in them for the foreseeable future was what a lot of today was going
to be about. She had absolutely no doubt
that he was already wanting to end this deal, but as far as she was concerned,
the deal was to keep him using his diapers whether he wanted to or not. End of story for him. Beginning of all the work for her.
Speaking
of what would be starting today, she got out of bed and found the bunch of
computer printouts that the girls had all put together last week. They had laughed about them in ways they
hadn’t done in years! She had saved all
that paperwork, but the ones they had thought would be the most useful she had
kept on the top of the pile. She grabbed
one of those printouts now and studied the picture. The sight of it was disturbing, but to
fulfill his fantasy, and consequently keep fueling her interest, she was going
to need something just like it. The more
she studied the picture, the more she realized that it too was holding her
interest. Frightening, yet
fascinating. And she was a woman.
She
went to her computer and went to the website.
Ten minutes later, the purchase had been made. There were other things that would need to be
bought – soon! But she had yet to
determine who would buy them, Jim, or her.
Most likely, Jim. But she still
wasn’t sure about that.
With item number one of the day finished, she headed to her kitchen to make coffee and breakfast for herself.
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With
no way to get the suit off, he waddled out into the kitchen, unable to ignore
the super bulk between his legs. He was
tempted to not make any coffee, but he needed a cup. He was having trouble thinking about anything
at all except the situation he was in, but he needed the comfort of the coffee
more than ever today. If even just to
hold the cup and not drink it.
He
was doing it. He had gone through with
it last night, and he was stuck with the situation. It boggled his mind. How many of his different fantasies had
revolved around just this kind of situation?
He had masturbated twice since he had gotten home last night, and he was
tempted to do it again right now. In
fact…with the coffee maker set up and brewing, he headed straight back to the
bedroom. The thick wet bulky diaper made
masturbating again almost impossible, but that too was part of the fun. It was a long time before he finished and
could get up to finally get his coffee.
He wasn’t the least bit surprised when after his first few sips, he had
to pee again. Usually about now he’d be
ripping his diaper off and would be done with it for it for a while, but he
couldn’t do that this time. She had
fixed it where he couldn’t get the diaper off.
She had fixed it so that he was stuck.
The stuff of his dreams.
Now, how long until she finally showed up so he could get showered and changed? He was hoping it would be soon. His backside was beginning to itch a little.
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“Hi
Jackie,” Bev said. “I just wanted to let
you know, I called my nephew already.
He’s going to try and work us in on his lunch hour, sometime between
twelve and two. He couldn’t get any
closer than that.”
“I’m
sure that will work out just fine,” Jackie replied. “In fact, I’ll make it work out just fine.”
“Have
you been over to see him yet this morning?”
“Not
yet. I was just getting ready to go
now.”
“Want
some company?”
“Sure. Why not?
And I can give you the key when we’re done.”
“Good
idea. See you in a few minutes.”
Jackie hung up the phone. She grabbed her key ring and his house key. She could knock on his door, but she wanted him to start getting used to her coming in whenever she wanted. He needed to start realizing that his house wasn’t going to be his safe refuge away from the world anymore. The world could come walking through his door anytime she wanted. Heading outside, she noticed Beverly coming out of her house. Jackie crossed her lawn in front of her house and stood in Jim’s driveway waiting for her. Together they approached his door.
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“Having
fun?” Jackie asked.
“I’m
starting to go crazy with itching inside this thing,” he complained.
Jackie
laughed. “Too bad. I’m sure you’ll get used to it in time. Ready to get cleaned up?”
“Yes! I’ve been ready…for hours!”
“Tough. I was sleeping,” she told him, knowing full
well what a lie that was.
In
his bedroom, with Beverly looking on, it took Jackie a long time to unpick the
knot she had created with the yarn holding the bathing suit straps together
last night. Once the yarn was removed,
she watched amused as he struggled to get the thing off, breathing a big sigh
of relief at having it gone. She was
more amused though at the size of the diaper he was wearing. The thing had swollen up to huge
proportions. “I’m sure you can get that
thing off yourself,” she told him. He
didn’t say a word. He ran…actually
waddled…quickly toward the bathroom. But
he found Jackie following him right inside.
“What
are you doing?” he asked, seeing her in the bathroom with him.
She
lowered the lid on his toilet seat and sat down. “Making sure you don’t get any ideas,” she
told him pointedly.
She
was frustrating him again. Making sure
he would have no choice about using his diaper.
He felt his cock give a little bit of a twinge. He managed to get the huge bulk of diaper off
and he jumped in the shower. Ah! The warm water felt so good. He began washing, taking as much time as he
possibly could with it.
While
Jim was in the shower, Jackie went out to his bedroom. “Look around,” she told Beverly, let’s find
his shoes. All of them.”
Between
the two of them, they found the three pairs of women’s shoes she had seen
before, if you could call that one pair with the big white bow on the front,
women’s shoes. But more importantly,
they rounded up five pairs of men’s shoes.
“What
are you going to do with them?” Beverly asked.
“Take
them to my house when I leave. It’s his
fantasy. I’m just letting him live it.”
“Jackie
laughed. “If you want to take them now,
I’ll stay and wait for him to come out of the shower.”
Jackie
smiled. “Sure.” She gathered up all five pairs of his men’s
shoes in her arms and hurried back to her house with them.
Jim
turned the water off in the shower. One
of the longest and best feeling showers he’d had in a while. He grabbed a towel and began drying off. Half-dried, he finally came out of the
shower, where he now found Beverly sitting on his toilet, blocking all his
access to using it. Darn! And he was starting to need to pee
again.
“Grab
a diaper,” Beverly told him once he had finished drying off.
“I
haven’t shaved yet,” he complained.
Jackie
was just coming back into his bedroom after dropping his shoes off at her
house. “She told you to put a diaper
on. Do that first. Then you can shave.”
With
a sigh, he went out, grabbed one of his thinner diapers and stood in front of
the two women while putting it on.
Jackie handed him the swimsuit again, which he didn’t want, but with her
standing there waiting, he finally managed to get it on again. Two minutes later, he was tied into it so he
couldn’t get at the diaper underneath.
“Now
you can go shave,” Jackie told him.
We’ll be back around lunchtime so you can change again.” She and Beverly giggled their way out his
door. Before leaving his driveway,
Jackie passed his house key to Beverly.
“I’ll
call you and let you know when he gets here,” Beverly told her.
“Thanks.”
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2 comments:
I suspect Jim is really in for some trouble from Jackie and her friends. Who knows what embarrassing details the nephew will help them come up with? Good work, Karen! Keep 'em coming.
Jim sure is getting what he wanted, even if he is not sure. I am sure he is not going to like what ever the nephew is going to do and not what ever she order. I can't wait to find out.
Thanks
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