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!