Too Old to be Young - Chapter 8 – Part 1 of 3

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 8 – Part 1 of 3

 

Jackie opened her eyes Saturday morning, and groaned.  She ached.  She hurt.  She hurt and ached every morning.  She ached all day long most days, but today she ached more than most.  She supposed she should have been grateful that the last few days hadn’t been as bad.  She had a feeling that rain was coming.  Her body simply told her that.  Rain…or a storm. 

She got out of bed and grabbed her pills, swallowing them down with the remains of a glass of water she had used to take her evening pills last night.  With that much done, she headed to the bathroom, hoping that the pills would kick in soon.

What was she going to do about Jim?  She supposed she’d just have to see.  Yesterday had been fun when all those new diapers had arrived and she and Bev had stacked them all over the house, but as soon as Bev had found that box of shoes, it was as if everything had gone wrong.  But had it?  Maybe, maybe not.  Maybe she had simply overreacted. 

Instead of four diapers yesterday, she had only allowed him three.  He had been upset about that, especially last night when she went over and found out he had been standing around all afternoon in a messy diaper.  If he didn’t want to sit down in that mess, it was his problem.  It was his fantasy.  Obviously, he still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that just as he asked for, he was now stuck in diapers…including the wet and the mess. 

In the kitchen, she started her coffee maker brewing.  As she waited, she glanced at the clock.  Only seven-thirty.  She’d give him another hour or so before she went over to let him shower and change. 

The dumb sap still hadn’t gone out of the house yet.  He mentioned that he hadn’t even gone down to the end of the driveway to check his mail!  He was still too embarrassed at having only women’s shoes to wear everywhere.  He better start getting over that one too, because it was another thing he had asked for in his fantasies. 

He’d been stuck with everything since Tuesday night.  Now it was Saturday morning.  Not very long, but still long enough that he had to start getting over a few things and moving on.  Besides, she was dying to see him go out wearing a diaper under his pants and high heels on his feet.  That was something she needed to figure out too.  How could she go along to actually see it?  She needed to arrange something.  Soon!  Especially while he was still so embarrassed by it all.  She wondered if he would actually wet his diaper just from the embarrassment of walking into a store that way.  And if he did, how would she know?  Still, that would be something fun she could look forward to…soon! 

Her morning pills were kicking in.  She didn’t feel quite so achy now.  With something interesting to look forward to, she poured herself a cup of coffee and carried it back to bed where she grabbed a magazine to sit and read for a while.  What would be a good store to take Jim into for his first trip out wearing heels and a diaper?  She was more interested in that than any of the colorful pages of her magazine.

 

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Jim was awake, even though he hadn’t opened his eyes yet.  He turned over in bed and buried his head in the pillow.  All night long he had thought about Jackie.  About Jackie and her damn friends.  All night long he had fumed angrily at them, dreaming of things he wished he could do to all of them to get back at them – especially Jackie. 

After rolling over, with the new position, he realized he needed to pee again.  He held it for a few minutes, then gave up.  He rolled onto his back and let it out into his already soaked and bloated diaper.  As he did, thoughts of his missing toilets came to mind.  They had been removed from his house.  Both of them were now out in the storage room where they were completely useless.  All that was left in each of his bathrooms now was an empty space.   Well, not quite an empty space.  Yesterday, she and the other demented one, Beverly, had stacked his new diapers there instead.  Damn Jackie had made him buy so many diapers that there wasn’t a place in his entire house where he couldn’t see them everywhere.  Damn her!  How many years’ worth of diapers was that?

With another bout of peeing done, once he didn’t feel the puddled wetness anymore, he rolled back over onto his side where he had started out.  He tried to sleep but thoughts of his missing toilets kept coursing through his mind.  Even if she didn’t keep him trapped in her old bathing suit so he couldn’t get at his diaper underneath, he was still stuck using the diapers because she had removed the toilets from his house.  Both of them.  The only way he could go now was in his diaper.  He was…trapped.  Stuck.

He rolled all the way over onto his stomach and started humping the bed for the millionth time since this had all started.  Stuck.  Stuck wearing and using diapers.  Stuck wearing only women’s shoes.  Stuck, with no alternative.  His orgasm was strong.  Powerful!  When it was over, he laid there enjoying the afterglow for a few minutes. 

He turned over in bed again and buried himself in his blankets and pillow.  It was past time to get out of this mess.  It was past time to put a stop to it all.  He hated himself for even being remotely interested in having her do this to him.  He hated himself, and he hated her.  What kind of demented woman would want to do such a thing in the first place?  And it wasn’t just her, it was all her loony friends too.  He hated her.  He hated them all.  It was time to put an end to it all.  Not just time…past time!

 

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Jackie struggled with the tiny lock she had used to trap the straps of her old bathing suit together behind his head.  She didn’t know which was worse to deal with the lock that was too small for the job, or the yarn she had used to tie it all together before.  Maybe a bigger lock would help. She had ordered some new ones, but they hadn’t arrived yet. 

Jim felt the straps holding the bathing suit on him ease as they came free from each other.  Quickly he pulled them off his shoulders.  “Ah!” he breathed.  “I think they hurt more every day.”

Jackie rubbed her hand over the deep red marks the straps had left in his shoulders.  “Hopefully those onesies you ordered will get here soon and we won’t need it anymore.”

“Why do I need it in the first place?” Jim asked angrily.  “You removed my toilets.  I’ve got no choice but to use the damn diapers!”

Jackie chuckled.  “Just to get you used to having no choice but to be in them.”  She said nothing to his growl of discontent as he removed the bathing suit and waddled toward the shower.  “Did you ever get up the courage to check your mailbox?”

“Yes!” he replied.

“Wonderful!  Which shoes did you wear?”

“I didn’t wear any.  I went down in my bare feet.  I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before.”

“Jim, it’s just down to the end of the driveway.  Beverly lives across the street, and I live next to you.  Who else would see?”

“How about the neighbors on the other side of the street from the side of my house?  How about anyone else driving by?”

Jackie laughed.  “Get over it Jim.  You’re going to have to eventually.”

Jim said nothing.  With his diaper now on the floor, he stepped out of it and into the shower.  Ah.  Bliss.  Every shower he took lately had felt like the best shower of his life.  They were certainly among the longest.  Unfortunately, they couldn’t last forever.  Before he knew it, he was diapered in one of his thinner diapers again and she had fastened him back into her too small bathing suit.  Ouch!  She had used the lock from his play-shoes in the back again.  Suppose he wanted to wear those things and lock them?  Not likely!  Since this started, he had been doing everything possible to stay away from his fun stuff.  He already had too much “fun” stuff in his life that he couldn’t get away from.  Yeah, it was time to end it all.  Past time!

 

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At twelve o’clock, Jim opened his refrigerator and stared into it.  It was starting to look pretty empty.  He hadn’t been grocery shopping since the day he had moved in, over a week ago now.  If he kept up with what he and Jackie were doing, how was he going to get any food?  He certainly wasn’t going to go out in public where anyone could see him wearing women’s shoes.  Not even the low-heeled shoes he wore around the house most days.

Not seeing anything interesting in his refrigerator, he closed the door and left the kitchen.  It was lunchtime.  How much longer before she came over to let him change?  Would it be normal, or like yesterday when she had only let him change mid-afternoon, and then he had to wait until shortly before he went to bed?  That had been trouble.  He’d had no choice but to remain standing for hours and hours yesterday after he’d messed in his diaper.  He certainly didn’t want to go through that again.  Just the thought of it made him angry.

At one o’clock, he opened his refrigerator again, thought the same thoughts, then closed it.  He was getting hungry.  He had stuff he could fix.  He just didn’t feel like eating any of it.  He was hungry and perturbed.  It was time.  Past time!  How long before she came over to let him change? 

At one-thirty, he started toward his refrigerator again.  He got withing sight of it and stopped.  He couldn’t do this anymore.  She had gone way beyond what should and shouldn’t be allowed.  She was trying as hard as she could to ruin his life, all for the sake of her having a bit of fun.  Well this wasn’t fun!  This was robbery.  She was stealing his life right out from under him.  It was one-thirty in the afternoon, and she still hadn’t called or come over to let him change.  It was time to end this.  Past time! 

Angry and determined, he went into his office and opened a drawer in his desk.  He pulled out the scissors and cut the straps on her bathing suit.  The relief from the pressure was wonderful.  He hurried to his bathroom where he stripped out of everything and jumped into the shower to clean off.  When he came out, he got dressed.  Men’s underwear.  Men’s socks.  Men’s pants.  Men’s shirt.  Men’s…everything!  Except shoes.  He didn’t have any of them anymore.  But he was about to go get some. 

Wearing just socks on his feet, he gathered up her bathing suit and headed out his door.  He crossed his driveway and crossed her lawn and rang her doorbell.  It was a moment before she answered.  The moment her door was fully opened he angrily snarled, “I’m done!  Don’t come into my house again.  Don’t even come near my house anymore.  I’d just as soon never see you again.  You, or any of your miserable friends.  Stay out of my life!”  With that, he thrust the bathing suit into her hands and walked away.

“You can’t quit!” Jackie yelled after him.  “That’s not up to you.”

He turned back toward her.  “I am quitting.  Forever!  Don’t…come near me again!”

Wearing just his socks on his feet, he got into his car and left the driveway.  He felt good about what he had just done.  Why hadn’t he done it sooner?  It felt good to be in control of his life again.  He felt powerful.  Happy.  Determined. 

 

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Jackie hurried inside and picked up her phone.  A minute later she had Beverly on the line.  “He just tried to quit!” Jackie told her immediately.  “It’s time for Operation Sink the Sissy!”

Two minutes and two phone calls later, all four women were notified.

 

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Too Old to be Young - Chapter 7 – Part 2 of 2

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 Chapter 7 – Part 2 of 2

 Jackie was perturbed.  Today had started out as fun, but it hadn’t ended that way.  Everything changed the minute Bev had discovered that one box mixed in with all the others containing a new pair of shoes he had ordered.  Now, not only was he upset, but so was she.  The way Bev had run out of there with his shoes, she had no doubt that she was upset too.

He had tried to fool her.  Only luck had allowed them to expose his…plot.  She couldn’t blame him.  But at the same time, she did.  This was his fantasy.  This was what he wanted.  This was what he asked her to do for him.  She knew she shouldn’t feel so upset about it, but she did.

She glanced at the clock.  In another hour or so, it would be time for his lunchtime…well, early afternoon diaper change.  She didn’t really have a set schedule for him, and she wasn’t planning on making one.  She just figured that four diapers a day should keep him more than happy.  Right now though, she wasn’t in the mood to go over there an hour from now and let him change again. 

As she sat there stewing, she wondered, did she really need to change him four times a day?  Even his thin diapers could obviously hold more than they did each time she let him change them.  Could he manage on just two diapers a day…or one?  Maybe not one, but perhaps one of those thick nighttime diapers would allow him to go from morning until night.  Then another thick one to get him through the night like he used now.  Two diapers! 

But he had just gotten in a huge shipment of diapers.  He certainly wasn’t hurting for plenty of spares.  But even with all those new diapers, he had a lot more thinner diapers than he did thick ones.  And as thick as most of his new diapers appeared to be, the majority of them were still thinner than the nighttime diapers he wore now.  She doubted that the thin ones could last all day. 

If she changed him only in the morning and at night, that was roughly twelve hours per diaper.  But what if she changed him only three times?  Right now, with four diapers, she was changing him roughly every four or five hours, depending on her mood.  But what if she allowed him three diapers a day.  Two thin ones, and one nighttime one.  Her mind did some quick calculations.  Instead of every four of five hours, all she had to do was stretch that out to every six or seven hours instead.

She was much happier now.  Yeah.  Let him stew in his soaking wet diapers a bit longer.  At least for the next few days.  See if that did anything for his beloved fantasies.  Let him wonder today what was happening when he missed his lunchtime change.

 

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He was getting even more perturbed.  Worse, the itching in his backside was getting worse.  When was she going to show up so he could change his diaper?  Or if she didn’t show up, why hadn’t she called yet for him to go over there?  Should he call her?  As much as she was the last person in the world he wanted to see right now…well…right now she was the only person in the world he wanted to see – just so he could get a fresh diaper to get rid of the itching in his backside.  Where was she?

He finally decided to phone her.  It was only moments before she answered.  “How much longer until you let me out of this damn swimsuit so I can change?” he asked.

“After the stunt you pulled today?” Jackie replied, still perturbed at him.  “It will be a little while.”

“But I’m starting to itch down there pretty bad!”

“Tough!  Good!  I’m happy to hear that.”

“But I itch!”

“Yes.  I heard you the first time, and right now I’m so angry with you that I’m glad you itch.  Why the heck didn’t you put some baby powder on yourself before you put your diaper on?”

“Baby powder?”

“Yes.  You know, the stuff they put on babies’ skin to help prevent skin irritation under their diapers?”

“I don’t have any.”

“Well that’s not my fault.  All you have to do is go out and buy some.”

“But I can’t!   Not without some decent shoes.”

“You’ve got decent shoes.  Well, two pairs anyway, but if you really wanted to, I have no doubt you’d probably enjoy wearing that pair with the big white bows on them out to the stores too.”

“No!  I can’t wear…”

“Jim, this was your fantasy, remember?  Only women’s shoes to wear.  That’s what you wanted.  You knew you’d have to learn to go out in public wearing them.  Sounds like it’s about time you did.  Now leave me alone.  I’ll be over to let you change when I feel like it.  In the meantime, if you’re so worried about itching inside that diaper, maybe it’s time you went to the drugstore and bought some stuff that is usually used under those things.  Check the baby aisle!  That’s where you need to learn to shop!”  She hung up.  She was still perturbed, but she was close to letting out a small chuckle.  Let him think about that for a few minutes.  If he wanted to wear and use diapers like a baby, then the baby aisle was where he belonged!

 

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Jim was fuming!  Right now, he simply didn’t know what to do.  Other than his night diapers, this was the longest he had gone without a diaper change, and since he had phoned her, he had wet the one he was in again.  He scratched at his backside.  It wasn’t a bad itch, but it still itched. 

Get some baby powder!  Yeah right!  He wasn’t going out that door until he managed to find some decent shoes to wear.  And not women’s shoes.  He had no idea in the world what to do about that…except maybe order another pair and hope she didn’t find out about it this time.  So far, that sounded like his best idea.  He was tempted to do it right now…or maybe, later.  Later.  After she let him change.  No use trying to order another pair of shoes if she walked in while he was doing it.

He checked the clock.  It had been six hours now since his shower that morning.  Six hours in the same diaper.  Was she going to make him wear it all day?  All day and all night?  He hoped not.  But at the same time….  He was just heading back to his bedroom to hump the bed when the door suddenly opened.  “Finally!” he exclaimed.

Jackie untied the bathing suit so he could pull it off.  “Did you get any baby powder?”

“No!  Of course not.”

“Why?”

“I’m not going out without some decent shoes!”

“Jim, you’re going to have to start doing it sometime.  But that’s your problem to figure out.  If you’re itching, then I suggest you wash yourself as well as you can before putting your next diaper on.”

Jim nodded his agreement. 

While Jim was dealing with himself, she went to his closet and found the shoes with the big white bows and little locks.  The locks were open.  She pulled one off and put the shoes back.  “Where’s the keys to these?” she asked. 

Jim’s eyes searched around.  “Over there.  On the dresser.”

Jackie set the small lock down next to the keys and waited until he had finished changing.  Then she made sure he got right back into her old bathing suit.  This time, instead of tying the straps together, she used the tiny lock to hold them secure.  It was a bit of a chore for her to get the straps inside the lock, but she managed it.  She was hoping that the lock would make   releasing him each time easier.

"That's it Jim,” she said as she clicked the lock shut.  Enjoy yourself.  And once again, I hope you do.  I’ll see you tonight so you can change before bedtime.”

“Not till then?”

“Not till then!” she replied determinedly.  “I’m rather pissed at you right now, so I suggest you don’t push your luck.  See you tonight.”  With that, she walked out and left him.

Jim’s hands went to his back and felt the lock holding the bathing suit straps together.  Just like when she tied them, there was no way he was going to get that suit off.  She wasn’t going to let him change until tonight?  It was only two thirty in the afternoon!  He was stuck in that diaper until practically bedtime.  Thinking about that, he laid face down on the bed, and started humping.  Why did things like this excite him so much? 

An hour later, he realized he was going to have another problem.  A much bigger problem.  A much stinkier problem.  He had planned on shitting in his diaper just before his late afternoon changing.  But things hadn’t worked out that way today.  Consequently, he could already feel the need building.  Shit!  He held back for another hour and a half before giving in, bending his knees, and letting it all push its way out into the back of his diaper.  He wished the damn bathing suit she kept him locked up in wasn’t so tight!  It made the entire messing thing that much worse. 

Now what was he going to do?  He looked at the clock.  She was stretching everything out a lot longer today.  Was she going to stretch out how much longer it would be before he could change for the night?  He hoped not.  But if she did….  He looked at the clock again.  How much longer was it going to be until he could get his messy, smelly diaper off – and take a much needed shower?  With the way things were going today, he didn’t have a clue.  All he knew, was that by the time she did come sometime tonight, he was going to be very tired from standing around for so long, because he wasn’t going to sit down!

 

Too Old to be Young - Chapter 7 – Part 1 of 2

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 Chapter 7 – Part 1 of 2

 Friday morning, Jim had two primary things on his mind, and oddly enough, neither one of them was wondering when Jackie would get around to letting him out of his bloated and drenched night diaper so he could shower, and unfortunately, get stuck in a fresh one.  No.  The things on his mind weren’t exactly that.  The biggest thing on his mind was the shoes he had ordered.  Men’s shoes.  Thanks to that demented woman next door (and her friends) he didn’t have a single pair of men’s shoes in the house.  None!  She had taken every single pair he had and had gotten rid of them.  Donated them.  Thrown they away.  Either way, they were gone – history!  And there was nothing he could do about it.  Since then, he hadn’t even walked down to the end of his driveway to check his mailbox.  Not that he was expecting any mail.  He had just moved in and before “that woman” had ruined his nice safe life, he hadn’t gotten any mail anyway.  So shoes were one of the two primary things on his mind, because he had already ordered himself a new pair from the internet, and they were supposed to be delivered sometime today. 

The other major thing that occupied his mind, was more directly connected to the diapers she had so far managed to keep him stuck in…and using.  In particular, he needed a better way to handle whenever he had to take a dump…have a bowel movement…take a shit.  Mess in the back of his damn diapers!  A stinky, uncomfortable mess!  There had to be some way to make his life at least a little more manageable at those times. 

He wasn’t kidding himself.  Thanks to her, messing in the back of his diapers was going to happen, and if he didn’t find a way out of his predicament, it was going to keep happening.  Speaking of which, he needed to spend a little more time trying to figure out how to get out of this problem too.  But right now, his main concern was dealing with the uncomfortable, foul, stinky mess whenever it happened.

So far, he had noticed that whenever he was messy, she had allowed him to take a shower.  A much-needed shower.  He got the impression, for right or wrong, that she wasn’t planning on changing that aspect of things, so that was to the good.  So with that in mind, he figured out that timing was the key factor he had to figure out.  She allowed him to shower every time he was messy back there.  She also allowed him to shower every morning.  As he finally saw it, he had two options.  One, figure out how to shit in his diaper before she came each morning to let him change out of his night diaper, or two, shit in his diaper ever afternoon shortly before she let him change then.  One shower a day, versus two.  With the smelly diapers he was stuck in, and no way to change out of them unless she unlocked him, maybe two showers was the best way. 

But then there was the other problem.  The late afternoon diaper changes she allowed him didn’t always happen at the same time.  None of his diaper changes happened at the same time.  But they were fairly close.  So far, she allowed him one each morning, then another one after lunch, then late in the afternoon, and one final one where he had to put a thick one on to get him through the night.  Four diapers a day.  But so far, his changing times hadn’t been exact.  Even in the mornings, sometimes she came earlier, sometimes, later.  It was the same with each diaper change all day.  No exact time.  There was no way he could watch the clock to expect anything.

But even with no exact time, he realized he could come close enough.  It would just take a little effort on his part to make sure he either managed to mess before she got there in the morning, or do it before his late afternoon diaper change.  Hopefully, if the problem presented itself some other awkward time, he could manage to hold it for a while.  That much, he was sure he could do.  One shower or two.  Being stuck in diapers, two showers a day sounded better, but either way, he now had a plan to strive for.  Now the question was, could he regulate his body to go along with it?  He was going to have to find out.

He tried scratching at his itchy backside again through the thick, wet, heavy night diaper underneath her damn bathing suit he was stuck in.  Scratching did nothing at all.  Useless.  His entire diaper was far too bloated.  He took another sip of his coffee, wondering where the hell was she?  He needed a good shower!  Now!

The sound of his door suddenly opening caught his full attention.  He saw Jackie walking in.  Finally!

 

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Beverly spent most of her time sitting in her living room either working on different crafts, reading, or watching TV.  Like most of the elderly residents of the community, her living room was the center of her life.  He house however, was designed differently from Jim’s house.  Her living room windows looked out over the front of her house, while Jim’s looked out at the backyard.  Late in the morning, Beverly was sitting in her living room Friday morning doing a bit of knitting, when she noticed the delivery truck pulling up in front of Jim’s driveway. She stopped knitting to watch for a minute.  She saw the delivery man carrying a large box from his truck toward Jim’s door where he set it down and rang his doorbell before going back to his truck.  A moment later, he was carrying two more large packages toward his door.  She grabbed her phone and called Jackie.

 

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Jim stared down at the floor in the main bathroom of his house.  There was no longer any sign of that damn waxy ring on the floor.  It was clean.  Both his bathrooms were now clean, but in return, his back ached and so did his knees from having to work on the hard tile floor for so long.  Getting that stuff up had been difficult.  Very difficult.  He had to scrape and scrape at the stuff to get it all up.  But finally, the job was done.  He just wished it had been a job he never had to do.  He wished – hard – that his toilet was back where it belonged.  Both toilets!  Why had he ever committed to this thing in the first place?  And now that he was stuck in that situation, how was he going to get out of it?

He doorbell suddenly ringing grabbed his attention.  Jackie usually just came in.  Had his shoes arrived yet?  In case it was a stranger at his door, he slipped off the low-heeled shoes he had had been wearing and hurried in his bare feet to the door to find out.  When he opened it, there was a large package sitting in front of his door and he saw the deliveryman back at his truck grabbing more.  The deliveryman turned and started carrying the packages toward him. 

The diapers.  The damn stupid diapers he had ordered.  It would be far better if he ran out of them and couldn’t wear them anymore.  It would be far better if he hadn’t ordered what seemed like a million of them.  Maybe he had ordered a million.  He had no idea.  He only knew that it was a lot.  At least they were all wrapped in heavy paper so nobody could tell what was in those packages. 

With three large packages now set in front of him, he grabbed one and carried it inside.  He stopped just inside his doorway.  Where should he put them?  Since they were embarrassing packages of diapers, and he didn’t know how well each of them were wrapped, he needed to get them out of sight as fast as possible.  Just to get them all inside quickly, he decided his living room was going to be the easiest place.  He could move them all into his bedroom from there.  By the time he went back for the next package, there were even more piled outside his door.

“Hi Jim.”

He looked up to see Jackie stepping off her lawn into his driveway.

“I see your diapers have arrived.”

He wasn’t happy that she had said that.  The delivery man might have heard.

“Let me give you a hand,” Jackie offered.

As the deliveryman carried box after box from his truck to Jim’s door, Jim and Jackie carried them all into his house and stacked them in the living room.  Before long, his entire living room felt like it was flooded in packages.  At any other time, Jim would have been excited to receive a package…let alone a bunch of them, but not today.  These were all packages he didn’t want.  With Jackie helping him, he was only glad that his shoes hadn’t arrived while she was there.  She had just come over to help get a million diapers into his house.

He was relieved to see the delivery truck finally driving off, but as it drove away, he noticed Beverly crossing the street.  Oh boy, just what he needed, another one of them.

“Hi Jim,” Beverly greeted him as she walked under the cover of his carport.  She noticed his bare feet.  “No shoes today?  Too bad.  Did the delivery man say anything about those nice breasts sticking out from under your shirt though?”

Jim panicked and looked down at his chest.  Damn!  He had forgotten all about that!  Shit!  Trust one of the women to point it out to him…after it was too late for him to do anything about it.  That was another problem he was going to have to figure out how to deal with.  Hopefully, those onesies he had ordered would be here soon too, then he wouldn’t have to worry about “breasts” anymore. 

In his living room, Jim ripped the brown paper wrapping off of one of the packages.  Diapers.  Big surprise.  A supersized package of them.  While Jackie and Beverly were ripping brown wrapping paper from more of them, Jim grabbed two of the packages and lugged them back to his bedroom. 

“Geez!  Did you get enough?” Beverly asked Jackie as she looked over all the packages of diapers.

“I was having fun,” Jackie told her.  “Maybe…too much fun.”

“You think?”

“Oh well.  I’m kind of happy about it,” Jackie admitted.  “Since there’s so many, I think I want some in every room in his house, so no matter where he looks, he’ll be faced with the sight of diapers to remind him that he’s stuck wearing them from now on.”

Beverly laughed.  “Poor guy.”

“He asked for it,” Jackie reminded her.  “That’s the only reason we’re doing this.”

“The only reason?”

“Well, no.”  Jackie smiled.  “It’s mostly because I was having such a good laugh over it.”

Beverly nodded.  “We all did!  Now, where do we put them all?”

Jackie grabbed a package of diapers and headed down the hallway toward his bedroom.  As she passed the main bathroom, she noticed that the wax ring from where the toilet had been cleaned.  “Hey Bev,” she called.  “Look.  He finally cleaned it up.”

Beverly came down the hallway with a package of diapers too.  She looked inside.  “Much better.  It’s about time he got it cleaned.”

Jackie carried her package of diapers into the bathroom and set it in the corner where the toilet had been.  “Put that package here too.  I think well stack them in the bathrooms first so he can see them all sitting where his toilets used to be.”

Beverly laughed as she carried her diaper package inside.  “We should stack them high in the bathrooms then,” she said.

“Absolutely!” Jackie agreed.

While Jim carried diapers to his bedroom and tried to stack them all along one of his walls.  Jackie and Beverly stacked them in various places all over the house so that no matter where he looked, he could see diapers.  The only room they didn’t put any in was the small galley kitchen.  There was no room there at all, but when you looked out the door toward the dining table, you couldn’t miss the diapers stacked behind it.

Beverly grabbed another package from the living room.  It was much smaller than all the rest of the packages had been, and it was hard.  What was under the wrapping didn’t feel like any of the other diaper packages had.  She ripped the wrapping paper off and found a box inside…like a shoe box.  “What’s this?” she asked, surprised.

Jackie came over to see.  “What?”  She stared at it, then moved in and removed the top.  “Shoes!  Men’s shoes!”  She pulled them from the box and carried them toward the bedroom where Jim was trying to stack diapers.  “What’s this?” she demanded angrily.

Jim looked at what she was holding, and the blood drained from his face.  The shoes had arrived on the same truck with all his diapers!

“You’re not allowed men’s shoes!” Jackie said angrily.  “Did you think you would get away with trying to buy some behind my back?  Your fantasy was to be stuck wearing only women’s shoes, and I intend on seeing to it that you’re going to do just that!”  She handed the men’s shoes to Beverly.  “Get these out of here.  Do something with them so he’ll never see them again.”

“No!” Jim yelled.  “Don’t!”  He headed quickly for Beverly, but Jackie blocked the doorway. 

Beverly saw how angry he was.  To the sound of Jackie and Jim arguing behind her, she turned with his shoes in her hand and fled.  She hurried out of his house and back to her own house where she locked the door. Whew!  She looked down at the shoes in her hand.  What was she supposed to do with them?  Get rid of them.  But she didn’t want to just throw them out…yet.  She stuck them down into the bottom drawer of one of her chests.  That way, if necessary, she could always find them again, but Jim couldn’t.  Essentially, they were gone!

“Give them back!” Jim demanded, trying to get past Jackie.

“No!” Jackie yelled.  She managed to block him in his room until she heard the front door closing.  Only then did she let him get past her. 

Jim ran to the front door, but by the time he got there, Beverly was already running up her driveway across the street.  All he could do was stand there and watch as his new shoes disappeared into her house.  He never even got a chance to touch them.  In fact, he barely saw them at all, and now they were gone.

Jackie realized he was starting to rebel, but she didn’t want to deal with him now.  She pushed her way outside next to him.  “This was your fantasy!” she said pointedly.  “This is what you asked us to do to you!  Now live with it!  Welcome to your fantasy!”  With that, she turned and hurried across his driveway, across her lawn, and into her house. 

Jim could literally do nothing but stare after her.  He glanced at Beverly’s house, then at Jackie’s house.  He was angry – at both of them.  At all of them!  Maybe it was his fantasy, but he wanted out of it!  He just had to figure out how to get out of it.

 

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Too Old to be Young - Chapter 6 – Part 2 of 2

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 Chapter 6 – Part 2 of 2

 It was mid-afternoon when Jackie’s doorbell rang.  Most of her friends usually knocked.  She hurried to the door and just saw the deliveryman getting back into his truck. There was a small box sitting in front of her door.  With a smile, she picked it up and carried it inside.  She couldn’t believe it had gotten here so fast.  Whoever had been selling it had certainly given good service. 

She carried it to her kitchen where she used scissors to open the box.  There was another smaller box inside.  She opened it and found the device.  It was all steel.  She pulled it out and found two more steel rings under it, a key, and a piece of paper – the instructions.  At the top of the paper, it said:  Iron Maiden.  The more she looked at it, the more appropriate the name appeared to be.

Instead of unlocking it right away, she grabbed her cellphone.  Ten minutes later, all three of her best friends had been contacted.  She carried the box with everything in it out to her card table in the living room and left it there.  Someone knocked on her door.  She already knew it would be Beverly since Bev lived just across the street, but she knew that Pam and Lisa wouldn’t be far behind.

“Where is it?” Bev asked as soon as Jackie opened her door.

“On the table.”

“Beverly rushed inside and looked.  She saw the steel device inside the box.  “You haven’t opened it yet?”

“Not yet,” Jackie told her.  “I was waiting for you and the others.”

“It looks…heavy,” Bev noted.

“Pick the box up.  It is.”

Beverly lifted the box, then set it down again.  “I can’t believe you bought it.”

“Well, I guess when I did, I was just still so excited about everything that I wanted some way to make sure he would realize how serious I was about keeping him stuck like he wants.”

“Are you having second thought now?”

“No.  Not after yesterday.  Now I’m wracking my brain trying to figure out ways that I can keep having that much fun.”
“Yeah,” Bev agreed.  “Yesterday was definitely fun.  I know I enjoyed it.”

Someone knocked on the door and a minute later, all four women were sitting at the card table studying the device.  Jackie pulled the key for it out of the box and unlocked it.  It took her a moment to figure out how to open it, but she finally swung the hinged device open exposing everything inside.  Two things stuck out prominently to all of them.  The steel tube running the length of it from the center of the tip, and the dulled steel points that seemed to cover every bit of the inside.

“Ugh!  It looks worse than the picture!” Pam noted.  “I wouldn’t want that thing anywhere near me, let alone what a man would have to think.”

“Are you sure that won’t hurt him?” Lisa asked.

“I hope not,” Jackie replied, then changed her mind.  “Actually though, that’s just what I want.  I want it to hurt him, without doing any real damage.”

“Are you sure all those points won’t actually penetrate him?”

Pam reached out her finger and pressed down on one of the points.  It hurt, but she continued to press for a moment.  When she pulled her finger away, there was a small dent in the tip of it, but the skin was unbroken.  “Nasty!” she said. 

The women all looked at her finger.  None of the others were willing to try it.

“Let’s hope we don’t have to use it,” Lisa said.  Pam and Bev agreed.

“Yeah,” Jackie said.  “Let’s hope.  But I have no doubt that we’re going to have to put it on him eventually.  And no doubt it’s going to happen pretty soon.  I don’t know if the reality of his situation has fully hit him yet.  I’d be willing to bet that it’s just now starting to sink in.  But in a few days, maybe even today, we’re going to be faced with his full-blown attempt to get out of it.”

“And you’re not going to let him?” Lisa asked.

“I could,” Jackie replied.  “In fact, I should.  But his fantasy was to be stuck, whether he wanted to be or not…with no way out.  That was the whole point of his fantasy to begin with, to not be able to get out of it.  So for now, the answer is no.  It’s what he wanted, and since I’ve been enjoying the heck out of it for the last few days, I’m going to keep going for a while more.  He wanted it, now he’s got it.  I have no doubt he’s going to find himself in a few situations that will have me laughing my head of…again.  Just like we did yesterday.”

“Yesterday was fun,” Lisa agreed.

“If he does try to back out of it,” Pam said.  “How are you going to get it on him?  Especially if he’s mad, which I have no doubt he will be.”

“That’s one of the things I haven’t figured out yet.  It’s been running through the back of my mind, but I haven’t really tried to figure it out.  Mostly, I’ve been wracking my brain trying to think of things to make him do that will keep me interested.”

“What are you going to do next Tuesday?” Beverly asked.  “When you said you were going to make things worse for him.”

“I haven’t figured that part out either,” Jackie confessed.

“Well, first things first, I think,” Pam suggested.  “How should we deal with it when he tries to back out of it…if he tries to back out of it.  Tuesday is still days away.  And Jackie was right, he could try to end this any time at all.”

“He sort of tried yesterday when I was dealing with his shoes,” Jackie reminded them.  “Fortunately, it didn’t go any further than it did.”

“Yeah, well, if it happens, I think the first thing you need to do is call us all.  And ladies, if it happens, we’re all going to have to come running.”

“And do what?” Beverly asked.

They sat together at Jackie’s card table for several hours discussing everything.  By the time they left, it was late enough that Jackie called Jim to see if he was ready to have his diaper changed.  Since he wasn’t messy, five minutes later, Jim, diaper in hand and his silly shoes and socks still stuck on his feet was at her door.  She had him come into her living room and strip down as far as he could.  She untied the bathing suit and let him change his soaking wet diaper. 

She didn’t immediately put her bathing suit back on him though.  Instead, she had him sit down at her computer like he had the day before and spend an hour looking at women’s shoes on the internet.  But this time, there was a difference.  While he sat there, he had to keep one hand inside his diaper, playing with himself, trying to make himself cum while he looked at the shoes. 

“If you manage to get yourself off,” Jackie whispered near his ear, then don’t stop playing with yourself and don’t stop looking at the shoes.  I want to see how many times you can cum while you’re thinking about which shoes you’re soon going to be wearing…in public!”

Jim’s cock gave a major lurch. 

“Why isn’t your hand inside your diaper yet?” Jackie asked.  “This is all about your fantasy.  Your enjoyment.  I want you to enjoy everything about this as much as possible.  I’d think you couldn’t wait to get your hand inside that diaper.”

Jim stared up at her, shocked.

“Hand…diaper!” Jackie said sternly. 

Slowly, Jim forced his left hand down into his diaper. 

“I can see if you’re playing with yourself or not,” Jackie told him.  “And so far, I don’t see it.”

Jim’s hand and fingers inside his diaper grabbed his cock and he started manipulating it.

“Why are you looking at me?” Jackie asked.  “You know what you’re supposed to be looking at.  Turn your head…and look!”  She waited until he was staring at a webpage full of women’s shoes.  “Don’t you dare turn your head away or stop playing with yourself.  Remember, this is all for your enjoyment.  Now stop worrying about me and enjoy yourself.”

Jim gulped, but even as he did, staring at the colorful array of women’s shoes in front of him and his hand playing with himself inside his diaper, he was fully erect in moments.  Enjoy himself?  He’d have a hard time not enjoying himself!

Jackie backed away and glanced at the clock.  Just like she had yesterday, she was going to keep him at it for a full hour.  She was also going to keep an eye on him for a full hour.  She had been married several times.  She had no doubt that if he did ever mange to cum that he wouldn’t be so interested in it anymore.  But she wanted him staring at those shoes and playing with himself for the full hour – like it, or not.

It took him less than ten minutes before Jackie noticed his first orgasm.  He was trying to hide it, but she still noticed.  She couldn’t help but laugh.  “Keep playing, keep looking!” she told him when she figured he was about done with it. 

Jim looked at her briefly, but turned his head back toward the screen.  Why was he doing this?  This was sick.  This was the biggest mistake he had ever made!  He needed to find a way out of it.  Ten minutes later, his shrunken cock started expanding again as he imagined himself wearing one of the pairs of sexy high heels on the page in front of him.  The thoughts he had been thinking only a few moments before had fled from his mind. 

Jackie kept glancing up from what she was doing to watch him.  His hand was still moving inside his diaper.  Good!  She could tell when he started to get more interested in the pictures again because he was leaning forward getting his eyes closer to the screen.  She hadn’t really considered it before, but she realized that in a way, she was replacing any porn he might go to with shoes.  Women’s shoes.  If she kept this up, women’s shoes would soon become his new pornography…which was sort of what she had been after with this exercise to begin with.  She laughed at the thought of him putting on a pair of women’s shoes…and cumming in the process.

Jim came again.  He was really tired now.  Exhausted.  After three forced orgasms in a row, and she was still making him play with himself, he was simply…worn out!  How much longer was she going to make him sit there and do this?

Jackie watched the clock.  He had just managed his third orgasm, and she could tell it wasn’t much of one.  She had no idea what he was doing with himself at home.  Hopefully, for his sake, more of what she had just made him do.  But she had no doubt that he probably wouldn’t be doing any more of it for the rest of the night.  “Time!” she called.  “You can stop now.”

Jim gratefully pulled his hand out of his diaper.  His entire hand was starting to cramp with pain.  His cock inside his diaper was numb.  And he needed to pee.  Badly!  He put up with her tying him into her bathing suit once again, but at least his shoulders had gotten some respite from those tight straps digging into them for so long.  She handed him his pants and his shirt to carry instead of putting them on. 

“You can carry those home again,” she told him.  “I’ll call you later tonight when it’s time to change you for bed.”

Jim had no choice but to go home dressed just the way he was.  When he got there, he collapsed onto his bed.  He was worn out.  Very little sleep last night, and now this.  He hated every bit of it, but every bit of it was still the stuff of his dreams.  And dare he say it, despite all his problems, despite knowing he had to stop it all – soon!  He was still enjoying the situation.  There were just a few problems he really could do without. 

Thinking about everything, he rolled over onto his back and peed.  He really needed to learn to do that in different positions, but right now, that was the easiest way for him.  As his diaper began absorbing the wetness, he rolled over onto his stomach intending on taking a nap.  He didn’t quite get to sleep before another problem started to bother him.  One he had yesterday too.  A smelly problem.  He knew immediately that he was going to have to shit in his diaper again like he did yesterday.  And he already knew that she wouldn’t allow him to change until bedtime.  Shit!  Literally! 

He held out for another hour, then got up and paced around the room.  Thirty minutes later, he gave in.  With his legs bending a bit, it all came out of him into the back of his diaper, forcing its way out slowly and almost painfully because of the tightness of her bathing suit.  Now what was he going to do?  He was stuck with it until she let him change – hours from now.  He really needed a better way to deal with the problem, and he needed to figure it out soon!

Yuck!  He began wandering around the house.  He had no doubt that whatever he did, he wouldn’t be sitting down at all from now until she let him shower and change.  What was he going to do?  And more importantly, as much as he was loving the situation, it was really time to end it!  Past time!  He should have never started it in the first place. 

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 With her friends gone, Jackie sat thinking about the things they had discussed.  Two main topics had held most of their interest for the afternoon.  How were they going to deal with Jim if he rebelled, and how was she herself going to keep the interest up, and consequently provide fun for all of them.  The more she thought about it, the more she realized that this wasn’t just Jim and herself anymore.  She might be the main one interacting with Jim, but all three of her friends had firmly involved themselves as well. 

She couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing with himself over there.  One thing she doubted he was doing, was trying to get himself off.  Not after he had done it three times in one hour right here in her house.  No.  He might be a man, and with his strange fantasies, he might try and get himself off more often than other men, but she had no doubt that it would be tomorrow before he tried that again.  But of course, tomorrow, she was planning on bringing him back for another hour-long session with her computer, looking at women’s shoes.  Had he figured that out yet? 

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 On the block behind Jackie and Jim, Pam sat looking at things on the interet.  The girls had all discussed things, and she had brought this up too.  She knew this was supposed to be a thing between Jackie and her crazy neighbor, but they all realized it had become more than that.  It had become something between all of them.  So when she brought up her idea, they had all considered it carefully. 

Jackie was going to have Jim buy it himself, but she had offered to buy it instead.  She wasn’t sure why, other than just the pure surprise of it.  Plus, she had found the thing on the internet, and she was…curious. 

The purchase was simple.  When she was done, she wondered what a man like Jim would think, when he found himself unable to get the pleasure he thought he would have constantly available to him?  What would he think when his penis had been reduced to the size of a…nub?