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

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 8 – Part 3 of 3

 

The three women left, and it was just Jackie and Jim in the house.  Jackie sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes noticing the way Jim was following her.  “How much does it still hurt?” she asked.

“Some,” he admitted. 

“Bad?”

“Not anymore.  Not like when you first put it on me.  But it’s…I guess…pulling.  Keeping me stretched out and trapped there.

Jackie considered that.  “You were hard and long.  Now that you’re no longer hard, it’s just keeping you long.  And since I’m sure you’re quite soft inside that thing now, then you’re feeling those spikes, but they aren’t hurting like they did.”

“Yeah,” Jim breathed.  “Something like that.”

“So I’m guessing it’s painful, but still livable.”

“That’s a matter of opinion, and it’s not mine!”

“I’m betting it’s good enough then,” Jackie replied.

“How long do I have to wear it?” Jim asked.

“Until I’m sure you’re fully accepting your situation and you’re not going to rebel again.”

“Okay!  I won’t!  Just take it off!”

“Sorry Jimmy.  It doesn’t work that way.  Besides, the reason we put that thick diaper on you was so that you’d be stuck with a minimum amount of time in it.  Since that tube down the middle of the thing makes sure you’ll have no trouble peeing, then that thick diaper you’re wearing is going to have to get saturated first.  And since it’s so late in the day already, then I’m thinking tomorrow morning at the earliest.  And that’s only if I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson.”

“I have!  I have!” Jim exclaimed.

“Nope!  Sorry,” Jackie told him. 

Jim rolled over onto his back.  “Can I at least see it?” he asked.

“If you want.”

Jim unfastened the thick diaper he was wearing.  He sat up on the bed and studied the device, pulling on it and squeezing it.  The device was steel and heavy.  Squeezing did nothing at all and pulling only made it hurt worse.  The way it was made to lock onto him, coupled with the way all those sharp spikes inside it were grabbing him too, he knew the only way to get it off was with the key…that he already knew Beverly had taken home with her.  Damn!  With a sigh of frustration, he fastened the tapes on his diaper again.  “What am I going to do?” he asked.

“Figure it out!” Jackie replied.  “I’ll be spending most of the day here now to make sure you’re alright, but I won’t be here all the time, and I won’t be here tonight either.  Coffee?” she asked brightly.

Jim forced himself to his feet.  Wearing just a shirt and the thick diaper, he tried walking a few steps.  No problem.  But the feeling the weight of that device and the sharp points sticking into him and grabbing him couldn’t be ignored.  Nothing changed that feeling since the thing was locked so tightly onto him.  He followed Jackie out to his kitchen where she started working with his coffee pot.  His counters were full of the plastic bags from the grocery store.  While the coffee was brewing, Jackie disappeared back to her house to go to the bathroom.  With nothing better to do, Jim put his groceries away, moving slowly because of the painful device attached to him.  Jackie was back only a few minutes later with a stack of magazines in her hand.  While Jim finished putting the groceries up, she poured them each a mug of coffee. 

“Still hurting?”

“Like before,” he told her, his voice dull.

“I think that’s good,” she decided. 

Jim said nothing.  With the last of the groceries put away, he took a sip of coffee.  “Now what?” he asked.

“Now?” Jackie replied.  “Now you think about things and try and figure it all out.  Other than that, it’s up to you.  “I’ve got some magazines I want to go through.”  She carried her coffee out to his living room and sat in one of his chairs where she opened the first of the magazines. 

Not knowing what to do, and not wanting to chance being in the same room as her, Jim went to his office.  With nothing better to do, he pulled up one of the short stories he had written some time ago.  He never did anything with his stories other than to save them for his own personal enjoyment.  He started reading the story, but he got halfway through it and realized he was in trouble.  The story had been one of his fantasies, and as such, it turned him on.  He penis inside the iron maiden started to grow, which made the sharp spikes in it dig into him that much harder.  In only moments he was in agony again.  “Shit!” he exclaimed loudly as he bent over in his chair in pain.

Out in the living room, Jackie heard his distress.  She hurried to his office where she found him grabbing the front of his diaper.  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“It hurts!” he replied. 

“What happened?”

“It just…” he stopped there.  “Never mind!” he told her.  “I’m sure it will be fine in a minute.”

Jackie stood there watching him for a moment.  “What made it start hurting so much again?”

“Never mind!” he replied. 

“Jackie pushed her way around the desk and saw the screen of his computer for just a brief moment since he quickly grabbed the mouse and hid the story he had been reading.

“Private!” he said sternly.

She stared at him, but she already had a good idea as to what kind of thing he had been reading.  Something that turned him on.  Which meant that….  “Why don’t you spend some time looking at some lovely new shoes,” she suggested sweetly.  “Something I know you can’t wait to wear in public.”

In seconds, Jim was bent over in agony again as the spikes inside his cage dug in even deeper.  With a chuckle, Jackie left him and went back to her magazines.

When dinnertime came, she fixed them a bowl of soup and a sandwich.  While they were eating though, she couldn’t resist.  “Have you decided what heels you want to buy yet?  I know you can’t wait to wear something sexy to shop in all day.”  Once again, the painful spikes dug into Jim, and he was in agony until he could finally calm down. 

“You’re cruel!” he accused.

“Yep!” she replied delightedly.  “Aren’t you glad?”

Jim scowled at her, but said nothing.

Wetting his diaper proved to be no problem at all inside that device.  With the central tube up inside him, the process felt a bit strange, but he couldn’t miss the feel of warm pee suddenly surrounding him before the material of the diaper soaked it all up.  At least he didn’t have to worry about that. 

Once dinner was over though, Jim disappeared back to his bedroom where he laid on his bed.  The painful device had receded back to a dull roar again.  As he laid there, he couldn’t help but think about his situation.  He had agreed.  He had actually asked for Jackie to go ahead and make his fantasies come true.  It had simply been too good an opportunity to pass up.  But now that the reality of it was here, so were the ultimate problems he knew from the start that he would be faced with.  The problems he’d love to get out of.  The problems he himself had asked her to make sure he couldn’t get out of.  The more he thought about it, the more he realized, he was getting just what he deserved for being so stupid as to take Jackie up on her offer.  Stupid!  Very stupid.  But at the same time, how many times had he jacked off already since it started.  He had never felt so excited, so alive!  It was all the stuff of his dreams, and now that he had it, he didn’t want it.  And as the original idea had been stated, he found himself with no way out. 

Feeling sorry for himself, he pulled himself off the bed and headed out toward the living room.  Jackie was still sitting there reading her magazines.  He sat down in another chair.  “I’m going to be in diapers forever, aren’t I.”

“I don’t know about forever,” Jackie said.  “Just till I get tired of this, I guess.”

“And you don’t know how long that’s going to be.”

“That was what we talked about when we decided on all this.  There’s no way to know.  All I can say is, for a while.”

“But if you keep enjoying it, then it could be years.”

“In theory.  Yes.”

“Which means, I’m going to be stuck like this forever.”

“I guess it’s possible,” she agreed.

“I’m going to be the laughingstock of everyone,” he said.

“Maybe.  In fact, probably.  No…let’s say…absolutely!  But you knew that going in too.  Isn’t that what your fantasies really were?”

He said nothing for a moment as he tried to take it all in.  “It’s a sickness, I guess.”

She was surprised by the slight change in direction.  “I guess if you look at it that way.”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“To me, yes.  But to you?  You’re the one who enjoys all this so much.  Is enjoying something a sickness?”

“People enjoy drugs,” he stated.

“True,” she agreed.  “So this is like a drug.”

“I guess.  No, more than that.  It really is.  It’s a drug.”

“A drug that brings you enjoyment.”

“And torment!” he pointed out.

“Like other drugs people take.”

“Yes!”

“And now you’re addicted and the drug, in this case, me, won’t let you go.”

“Yes!  So what do I do?”

“Jim, as I said before, this whole thing was set up so you could enjoy yourself.  As much as I want to enjoy it, the whole purpose was so that you could enjoy yourself.  Maybe you should start looking at it all from that perspective.”

Jim nodded.  “And with no way out, I have no choice but to becomes a laughingstock.”

“I’m afraid that’s going to be the case.  At least eventually, I’m sure.  In the short term, for now, I guess that might depend on how you yourself see things and decide to handle the situations.”

“Like what?”

“Jim, you’ve only got women’s shoes to wear when you go out…just like you fantasized.  And I’ll just bet you can’t wait to try wetting yourself while you’re out in a store somewhere.”

The pain started growing inside his diaper again.  “You would have to put it that way!”

Jackie chuckled as she watched him trying to control his pain.  She sat watching him while he said nothing for a long time, blankly staring off into space. 

“I’m stuck,” he finally said, still staring at nothing.

“That was the idea,” she replied softly.

“Stuck!” he repeated.  “Stuck using diapers, stuck looking like a weirdo wearing women’s shoes everywhere I go.”

Jackie said nothing.  She saw his eyes gain some focus as he looked at her. 

“I’m going to be wearing diapers and women’s shoes forever,” he said sadly. 

“And how much is all that turning you on?” she asked softly.

He stared at her for a few minutes, not wanting to acknowledge the truth of her question.  He finally got up from his seat.  “I’m going to go lay down,” he told her. 

She watched as he walked out of the living room.  When she checked on him an hour later, she found him in bed, sound asleep.  She left him there and went home.  Jim had finally come to grips with his situation tonight.  The situation he had wanted and asked for.  She wasn’t sure if he had finally accepted the fact yet, but the reality of it was finally sinking in.  It wasn’t just a game to him anymore.  It was real.  Very real. 

Now the question was, what would tomorrow bring?