Too Old to be Young - Chapter 6 – Part 1 of 2

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Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 Chapter 6 – Part 1 of 2

 Jim turned on his back and let the pee out.  The feel of the warm liquid running down his skin and settling in the back of his diaper was brief, but familiar.  How many times during the night had he turned onto his back to pee?  He hadn’t been counting.  It seemed like a lot though.

He hadn’t slept hardly at all, not because of having to pee, but because he was still in shock over what that demented woman…what those demented women…had done to him.  He couldn’t use a toilet if he tried, because they had removed all the toilets from his house.  And that didn’t include the increasingly painful bathing suit he was wearing that prevented him from getting at his diaper to remove it.  Yes, it was the stuff of his fantasies, but he never expected them to go to these lengths to ensure he would be stuck using his diapers – for everything.

He clearly remembered late yesterday afternoon.  It wasn’t having to pee that had bothered him, it was desperately needing to use a toilet so he wouldn’t mess in his diaper.  The need had kept increasing.  He clearly remembered at different times going into either his master bedroom bathroom, and then later the main bathroom of the house.  But both times, the sight of the missing toilets had stunned him enough that he could only stand there…before backing out of those rooms as the horror of the situation once again hit him.  Then later, while he was standing in the living room looking out through the crack in his curtains, he hadn’t been able to hold it anymore.  He had tried, but it was useless.  He had wound up shitting into his diaper.  He’d had no choice at all.  There was nothing he had been able to do about it. 

He had phoned Jackie right away after it happened, but that damn demented woman had laughed and told him to “enjoy it!”  She would be around later that afternoon to let him change.  Huh!  She had no idea what a horror it had been.  Not wanting to sit in that mess, he had literally stood up and walked around his house for several hours.  He had been rather ecstatic when she had no problem at all letting him take a shower when she came over to let him out of her horrid bathing suit.  But coming out of the shower and seeing just that dirty waxy ring where the toilet should have been, had been like punching him in the stomach.  She didn’t have to sit on the toilet yesterday to make sure he couldn’t use it.  There was no toilet!

And then there was his shoes.  Every single pair of his men’s shoes were gone, leaving him only the women’s shoes that he owned to wear.  At least he had a new pair coming on Friday.  Tomorrow now.  He was looking forward to that.  Just having them hidden somewhere would make him feel much more comfortable. 

And speaking of comfort.  She had made him buy a couple of lockable onesies yesterday too.  How long before they arrived?  As much as he didn’t want to be faced with them, they would be a whole lot better than her painfully tight bathing suit.

Unable to sleep, he got out of bed.  He checked the clock.  Four forty-five.  It was still early.  Still dark.  He started to automatically head for the bathroom, but seeing through the open doorway the empty space where his toilet should have been was too unnerving.  He headed for the kitchen instead.  He knew it was probably a bad idea, but he started his coffee maker brewing.  Bad idea?  If he was stuck in diapers anyway, how could too much coffee be a bad idea?  Besides, his head was so foggy from shock and lack of sleep that the coffee was needed.  With the coffee brewing, he went into his little home office and sat at his desk.  He had already draped a plastic garbage bag over the fake leather of his chair to protect it…not that it probably needed it.  He had a feeling that moisture of any kind wouldn’t hurt the thing, but it was better to be safe. 

While his coffee brewed in the kitchen, his muddled mind tried to figure out what he was going to do.  So far, he didn’t have a single answer.  The only vague idea he had so far, was that he had to get himself out of this situation.  But his mind was so muddled, and the idea was still so vague that the thought barely registered…let alone a plan to actually get out.  His overly tired mind stared at his blank computer screen, unthinking, unmoving.  He wasn’t fully asleep, but it was about as close as he had come all night.

In the kitchen, his coffeepot finished and sat there untouched.  Hours later, the warmer keeping the coffee hot, shut off.  Jim still sat in his office, his eyes open, blankly staring at his black computer screen.  When he felt the bit of pee leaking out into his huge soggy diaper, it didn’t even phase him. 

 

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Jackie looked at her bedside clock.  Thank God!  For once she had gotten a full night’s sleep.  She and Beverly had won their Bridge game at the Community center last night.  That had been fun.  But they often won.  It was no big deal.  Afterwards, when she had come home, she had gone straight over to Jim’s house and let him out of that bathing suit so he could change into one of his thick nighttime diapers before she tied him up into her bathing suit again.  At least that time he hadn’t been messy and smelly like he had earlier.  But that was something else he was going to have to get used to.  Her too she supposed. 

She didn’t notice as she went through her usual morning routine that her aches and pains weren’t bothering her as much as usual, mostly because her mind kept thinking about Jim and what they had done to him yesterday.  Oh God how she and the girls had laughed over that!  Yesterday had been fun from start to finish.  First, she had gotten rid of his male shoes, and then they had gotten rid of his toilets.  He was stuck, just like he wanted to be, and the look on his face each time, and his entire reactions had been – priceless!  She had laughed over it again and again.  Including once, out loud, while they had been playing Bridge last night and the memory of part of it had briefly run thorough her head. 

This arrangement may not last long, but yesterday had been a day she would remember for the rest of her life…however long she had left.  At seventy-four years old, dying was never very far from her mind anymore.

As she watched the coffee dripping down into the pot, her mind relived the day before again and again.  So if yesterday had been so much fun, then what did she want to do with him today?  Just then, she didn’t have a single clue.  But she had a feeling that none of the days coming up were going to be as interesting as yesterday had been.  And that of course was where her problem was going to lie.  How was she going to continue to keep it interesting?  Even after her first sip of coffee, she still didn’t have a clue. 

She carried her cup of coffee back to her bed where she got in and picked up a magazine to read.  She turned the pages and looked at the pictures, but she wasn’t interested in any of it.  What could she do to keep it interesting?  She didn’t have a clue.

 

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His diaper was huge, bloated, soaked, hot, and heavy.  Fortunately, her bathing suit helped alleviate some of the weight and bulk.  But there was no way he could even think about bringing his legs even somewhat close together.  In truth, his thick diapers were so thick before he wet them that once on, closing his legs was a chore.  He had made a fresh pot of coffee and now was standing with his second cup of the morning in front of the small crack between his curtains that he had left, just so he could see out into the backyard.  The community gardeners had planted some small bushes and colorful plants back there.  It looked nice, but that’s all he could say about it, except that he was glad he didn’t have to worry about tending the yard anymore. 

His backside was starting to itch again from his overly soaked diaper.  When was she going to come and let him change?  He tried rubbing his rear end, but the padding was so thick it did nothing at all. 

He turned quickly when he suddenly heard his door opening.  He checked the clock.  Almost nine!  Damn her!  And why the hell couldn’t she knock?  “Finally!” he said angrily as she got inside and closed the door.

“Jackie smiled at the sight of him.  The huge bloat of his diaper was clearly noticeable under her bathing suit.  “Ready for a shower?” she asked brightly.

“Beyond ready!” he replied, his annoyance at her still evident in his voice. 

She followed him into his bedroom where she spent a few minutes picking the knot apart before letting him get the bathing suit off.  His thick diaper was so bloated it nearly fell off him.  He ran straight into his bathroom and into the shower.  She followed.  The biggest thing that caught her attention though was his missing toilet.  She also noticed the waxy ring that had sealed the toilet to the floor.  “You really should do something about cleaning up where your toilet used to be,” Jackie told him.  “If you step in that stuff, it will probably make an awful mess.

Jim didn’t reply, he turned the shower water on.  The cold spray was like another shock to his system, but it soon warmed up.  Every drop of warm water hitting him was like a comforting relief.  When he finally finished, he started drying himself off before he got out of the shower.  He stepped out of the stall to finish drying himself off.  As he was drying himself, he accidentally stepped backwards, and the heel of his foot landed in the bits of waxy seal that had been left.  The feel of it was miserable!  He looked around for someplace to sit so he could get the stuff off his foot, but with the toilet gone, there was no place.  “Damn!” he exclaimed loudly.

Jackie had been out investigating his closet.  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I stepped in that damn stuff!” Jim replied.  “And now I don’t have any place to sit so I can get it off my damn foot!”

Jackie laughed.  “Hang on,” she said, “I’ll bring you a chair.”  She went out to his table and dragged a chair back to the bedroom for him.  Since water wouldn’t touch the stuff, she watched as he sat and used his towel to clean his foot off.  “I told you, you should clean that stuff up.”  She was amused by the angry look he gave her.

When he was done, she watched as he put one of his thinner diapers on, then she tied him once again into her bathing suit.  She knew the thing was going to need washing soon, but she figured she could make do for another day or so.  If those onesies ever got there, she would probably throw the bathing suit away.  She’d never wear it again.  It had been a few years now since the last time she wore it anyway.

Once he was tied firmly into the bathing suit, she went back to his closet and grabbed the silly black flats with the big white bows on the front…and the locks on the buckles.  She set them on his bed.  “Where are the keys to these?” she asked.

“In my dresser,” he replied rather disgustedly. 

“Get them,” Jackie told him.

“He opened the top drawer of his dresser and found the keys in the corner.  He took them out and handed them to her. 

“Put them on,” Jackie told him.

Jim wasn’t happy about it, but he put them on.  It never occurred to him to even argue with her about it. 

While Jim was putting his silly shoes on, she opened his top drawer and pawed through it.  Interesting!  Bras, panties, a waist-cincher, pantyhose, a pair of black tights and a pair of white tights, and…  She picked up a pair of white socks.  Socks that had a lacy top.  Socks that a two-year-old might wear.  No, make that a one-year-old.  She turned around.  He was almost finished buckling the second shoe.  “Take them off,” she said quickly.  When he looked up questioningly, she showed him the socks.  “Put these on first.” She laughed as he rolled his eyes, before unfastening the shoes, and taking them off. 

A few minutes later, with the shoes and socks on him, she had him lock the locks himself before handing her the keys.  With a delighted look on her face, she said, “See you later this afternoon.  Enjoy your day.”

“With a laugh, she went home.”

Jim stared at the doorway to his bedroom where she had just left.  He looked down at the shoes on his feet.  Locked.  And she had the damn keys.  Both of them.  He was stuck in them.  He was stuck in his diaper.  He was stuck, stuck, stuck!  Two minutes later, he was humping his bed, desperately trying to get off.  When the final climax came, it was strong.  He laid there for a long time recovering.  Long enough, that he finally fell asleep.  He woke briefly fifteen minutes later to turn on his back and pee, before rolling over and falling soundly asleep. 

Stuck.

 

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