Too Old to be Young - Chapter 5 – Part 2 of 2

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Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 Chapter 5 – Part 2 of 2

 Despite his situation, lunch was good.  Jim was surprised when the women didn’t mention his situation at all.  They talked about some Bridge game they were going to later that night at the community center, and they talked about a few other things happening in the community, but they didn’t mention his situation at all. 

Once lunch was over, hoping he would be getting a fresh diaper soon, he went ahead and peed into the one he had been wearing for the last few hours, hoping his next one would stay dryer longer.  With that done, he asked, “Can I change this diaper yet?”

Jackie looked around at both Pam and Lisa.  “I guess this is as good a time as any,” she replied.  “Right this way.”

Jim followed Jackie through her house and into her bedroom, not understanding why.  He had already been naked and had diapered himself in her living room.  But in her bedroom, he quickly noticed that all the blankets and sheets had been removed from her bed, and her bed was covered with what looked like an old shower curtain instead. 

Pam came up close behind Jim and said, “Get undressed.  We’ll do the diapering this time.”

Jim turned quickly and looked at her, totally surprised.  But he had no problem with that at all.  He removed his shoes, socks, shirt, and pants.  Then he had to wait while Jackie once again had a lot of trouble untying the yarn holding the straps of the bathing suit together.  Finally getting that suit off was a huge relief.  He was now looking forward to those new onesies getting here.  Jackie had been right, they would make life a lot more comfortable for him…as long as he continued with this game, which in truth, he was sort of enjoying…except for the part about his shoes.  That part still had him angry.  His diapers he had noticed earlier couldn’t be seen under his pants.

“Lay down,” Lisa told him.  “On your back of course.”

Jim laid down on the shower curtain covered bed.  The plastic felt cold against his body.  While Lisa started pulling the tapes of his diaper up, he felt Jackie grabbing his left right wrist and pulling.  He turned to look at her, and saw her slip a loop of yarn over his wrist and pull it tight.  “What are you doing?” he asked, surprised and worried.

“Keeping your hands out of the way,” Jackie replied as Pam grabbed his other wrist and pulled. 

In moments, they had not only his wrists tied up to his headboard, but his ankles were stretched out toward the footboard.  With that, Lisa finally pulled the wet diaper he had been wearing out from under him.

“Is it me,” Pam said, studying him, “or does he look even smaller than he did last night.”

“He’s not as excited as he was last night,” Jackie noted.

“I guess that’s it,” Pam replied.  She looked at Jim’s face.  “Are you sure your wife wasn’t disappointed with that thing?”

Jim fumed a bit over her comment, but said nothing.

Jackie handed both Lisa and Pam razors while she held a third. 

“What are you doing?” Jim demanded.

“Getting rid of that ugly hair on your body!” Jackie told him.  “Like it or not!”

Together, all three of them began shaving every inch of his body from the neck down.  They took turns and spent the most time working on his scrotum and the area around his penis, spending more time laughing at how small his penis was than actually shaving it.  But eventually they finished his frontside and turned him over and did his entire backside as well.  When they were done, they turned him onto his back again and Lisa slid the fresh diaper under him and taped him tightly into it. 

Jackie and Pam untied his hands and feet and Jim got up, his hands feeling the skin on his entire hair-free body.  His hair-free cock inside his diaper lurched, even though he gave no outward sign of it.

“Come along,” Jackie told him as she led the way back to her living room.  “Leave your clothes right there.  I think I want to see you in just that diaper for a while.”

Wearing nothing but the diaper, Jackie led him back to her computer and made him sit down.  She leaned down close to his head and spoke softly.  “From now until I say you can go home, I want you on the web looking at women’s shoes.  All kinds of women’s shoes.  We want to see you studying them.  Women’s shoes, and nothing else.  Now find some pictures.”

Jim’s eyes went wide.  Was she planning on making him buy some?  She had mentioned it before.  But he dutifully opened her web browser and typed in women’s shoes.  It took almost no time for him to find more than enough to keep him busy.

Someone knocked on Jackie’s door and Jackie hurried to open it.  As she expected, Beverly was there.

“He’s gone,” Beverly said softly. 

“How did it go?”

“There’s some cleanup he’s going to have to do, but otherwise, real well.”

“Good.  Come look at what we have him looking at.”

Beverly followed Jackie over to her desk and saw a page filled with women’s shoes.

“Since he likes them so much,” Jackie told her, “I thought I’d have him spend some time looking at them.  He can dream about not just wearing them, but which ones he might actually buy.”

Beverly laughed.

While the women sat and talked at Jackie’s table, Jim was stuck looking at women’s shoes on the internet.  But the longer he looked at them, the more he found he was having a problem.  His cock, inside his diaper, was growing.  Just thinking about all those shoes, and now the fact that he had no choice but to only wear women’s shoes, was the stuff of his fantasies, and consequently, it was fueling his need for an orgasm.  He wanted to rub the front of his diaper so badly with his hands, but with the women there, he dared not.  If he didn’t go home and take care of it soon, he might actually explode in his diaper without touching himself.  He desperately wanted to at least hump himself to put some kind of pressure against his cock and get as much enjoyment out of it as he could.  Unfortunately, the women seemed to be perfectly content with their visiting and talking, while he was becoming less and less content looking at – shoes!

It was a long time later when he suddenly found Jackie standing next to him.  She handed him his low-heeled pumps.  “Put these on,” she told him.  “It’s time to go back to your house.”

Jim noticed Pam holding the rest of his clothes.  He reached for them, but she pulled them away. 

“Just wear your diaper,” she told him.

“But…” Jim started to argue.

“It’s just next door,” Jackie told him.  “And we’ve been enjoying seeing you in just a diaper for a while.  So just go home the way you are…unless you want me to tie you into my bathing suit right now instead of later.”

That was something Jim could do without.  He was excited and happy to do without that bathing suit for a while.  Not to mention, he needed to do without it for a while so he could use the bathroom and get rid of another problem that had been building up in him all day.  A smelly problem.  Since the women weren’t giving him a choice, and anxious to get out of his diaper for a while, he grabbed the low-heeled pumps and slipped his feet into them.  Wearing nothing at all to cover his diaper, he carried his clothes out the door and literally ran across Jackie’s lawn to his own house. 

“One hundred…ninety-nine…ninety-eight,” Pam began counting.  The women all laughed as Pam continued to count down the seconds from one hundred.

Jim breathed a big sigh of relief the moment the door was closed behind him. 

With a few needful things on his mind, he headed straight for his bedroom.  He threw his clothes on the bed and went straight into his bathroom…and stopped dead.  His toilet was missing.  Gone!  There was nothing but a big plastic cap covering the pipe that led down through the floor and the remnants of a nasty waxy ring surrounding it where the toilet had been sealed to the floor.  He stared in disbelief.  Gone!

“Seventy-four…seventy-three…seventy-two…”

Jim ran to the other bathroom in his house.  The toilet there was gone as well.  Just a plastic cap and that nasty looking ring.  Panicked, he ran all around his house searching, but he didn’t see any sign of his toilets at all.

“Thirty-eight…thirty-seven…thirty-six…”

Still wearing just his diaper, Jim ran out his front door and went into the laundry room.  No toilets there.  He went into the storage room on the other side of his carport…and stopped.  Both his toilets were sitting in there, side by side up against the back wall.  They were there…but they weren’t in the bathroom where he needed them to be.  They were completely useless where they were now…and he didn’t have a clue how to hook them up again.  He ran back into his house.

“Nine…eight…seven…”

Jackie’s phone rang.  “Close,” Jackie laughed.  “You were almost right to the second.”  She connected the call and put her phone on speaker so they all could hear.

“What did you do?” Jim’s panicked voice came over the tiny speaker.

“What do you mean?” Jackie replied, trying hard not to laugh.

“My toilets.  You got rid of them.  Both of them.”

It was Beverly who spoke loudly.  “We didn’t get rid of them,” she told him.  “They’re just out in your storage room.”

“But…I need them in the bathroom!”

“What for?” Jackie asked.  “You’re not allowed to use them anymore, so all we did was to make life easier for you.”

“Make life easier?” he screamed.

“Of course.  Since you wanted to be stuck using diapers all the time, we simply removed the temptation.”

“But…but…”

“Jim, calm down,” Jackie told him.  “This is what you wanted, remember?  This is exactly what you asked for.”

“But…”

“Is there more room in your bathrooms now?” Pam asked. 

“But…”

“Look at it this way,” Pam continued, “not only won’t those nasty things be a temptation anymore, but they won’t be in your way.”

“And better still,” Lisa called out.  “You won’t even have to worry about cleaning those nasty things.”

“Good one!” Beverly said.  “I hate cleaning toilets.”

“Me too!” Pam agreed.

“We all do!” Jackie said.

Jim was going crazy.  “What am I going to do?”

“What do you mean Jim?” Jackie asked.

“What…”

“I’m quite sure you can figure that out all by yourself, Jim,” Jackie replied.  “In fact, now you’ve got no choice but to figure it out.”

“But I don’t want…”

“Jim!” Jackie said sternly.  “It’s too late!  This is exactly what you wanted – to be stuck with no way out.  We’re just giving you exactly what you asked for.  Jim…welcome to your fantasy!  We’ll be over on a little while to see how your bathrooms look now,” she told him.  “Bye Jim.”

She ended the call and all four women laughed. 

“I can’t wait to see his bathrooms now,” Lisa said.

“Let’s give him about fifteen minutes to get a little more used to the idea,” Jackie told her.  “Then we’ll go over.  I’m going to put him back into that bathing suit again too.”

“What on earth for?” Lisa asked.

“Just to make him doubly realize what he’s stuck with now.”

“If he’s stuck using his diaper,” Pam noted, “then I have no doubt that eventually he’s not only going to be wet, but he’ll be messy in the back end as well.  If he can’t get out of his diaper, he’s going to be stuck in that.”

“Yes,” Jackie said.  “And it’s probably not a good idea.  But for now, I’d like him to get used to the fact that we’re taking all those decisions away from him.  He’ll change his diaper when we decide, not him.”

“Making him a little more stuck in them,” Beverly realized.

“Yes,” Jackie agreed.

Fifteen minutes later, all four women barged into Jim’s house.  They found him sitting in his dark living room, still in just his diaper.  Jackie went to the window and pulled the curtains fully aside.  “No!” Jim exclaimed quickly.

“Jim,” Jackie said.  “It’s dark in here.  This is much better.”

“I don’t want to take a chance of anyone seeing me through the window.”

Jackie shook her head.  “Leave it open.”

“I’m going to look,” Pam said as she headed for the main bathroom.  The other women followed.  Jim got up from his chair and reluctantly followed.

“It looks so different!” Lisa exclaimed. 

“What is that on the floor.  It looks bad!” Pam said, looking at the remnants of the wax seal that had been left behind.

“Both toilets had a thick wax seal under them to make sure nothing leaked,” Beverly told them.  “That’s all that’s left of it.”

“You might want to clean that up,” Jackie told Jim.  “Before you step in it.  I have no doube you’ll have a real mess to deal with if you do.”

Jim said nothing. 

The women checked out the other bathroom, the one attached to his bedroom.  But it looked exactly the same.

“Okay Jim,” Jackie said.  “Fun time is over.”  She handed him the bathing suit to put on again.”

“What do I need this for now?” Jim asked, frustrated with everything.

“Because I want you stuck in that diaper until I say you can change it.  Now put it on!”

Reluctantly, Jim pulled the too small, too tight bathing suit up his body, and in moments, the straps were tied tightly behind his head so there was no way he could get it off.

Jackie turned to Jim and ran her hand lightly down the side of his face.  “I do hope you’re having fun with all this,” she said, “because that was the whole point of it all.  You, enjoying the situation.  Now you can enjoy it a little more.”  She grinned wickedly.  “I know I am.  Aren’t fantasies fun?”