Too Old to be Young - Chapter 15 – Part 2 of 2

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 15 – Part 2 of 2

 

He should have worn pants!  He should have dressed normally.  That’s what he was thinking as he quickly made his way across her front yard from his house to hers.  He was still wearing the same nice blouse and printed skirt.  And his heels of course.  And everything else including the bra and pantyhose locked on under his onesie.  And if anybody happened to drive by or look out their window, they couldn’t miss seeing what he was wearing – outside his house!  He hurried into her carport and rang her doorbell.  The only golf cart he saw was hers, so he didn’t know if any of the other women were there yet.  Of course, Beverly lived right across the street and didn’t need to drive over.

The door finally opened, and Jackie let him in.  “Hi Jim,” she said with a smile.  “Come on in.  Get yourself some coffee if you want.”

As Jackie headed for her card table to finish setting things up, Jim slowly headed for her kitchen.  So far, everything seemed normal.  What did those demented women have in store for him now?  The worry over it was starting to upset his stomach.  Coffee wouldn’t be good for that, but he poured himself a mug full anyway.  He was heading back toward the living room when he heard someone ring the doorbell.

“Will you get that please?” Jackie called.

Nervously, especially because of the way he was dressed, Jim headed for the door and opened it. 

“Hi Jim,” Beverly greeted him.  “All dressed up pretty today, I see,” she added, then laughed.

Jim was too worried to utter any kind of sound.  As Beverly walked past him into the house, he noticed a golf cart pulling into Jackie’s driveway.  Both Lisa and Pam were in it.  Both women commented on what he was wearing, and a minute later, all four women were in the house and he nervously went back toward the couch to sit and drink his coffee.  Would they do something to him now, or make him sit here and wait – and worry over it?  But now that all the women were there, they all seemed to ignore him as they took their usual seats around Jackie’s card table.  In moments, they had dealt their first hand, and were starting their bridge game. 

“Jim,” Jackie called as the bidding progressed.  “We could all use some coffee please.”

Jim dutifully got up from his seat and went to the kitchen.  He poured four mugs of coffee and carried them two at a time back to the card table.  The women mostly ignored him as they were already intently into their game.  He went back to sit and read, except he was too worried about what they might do to him to actually read anything.  If he hadn’t been so used to keeping his bladder muscles loose all the time now, he wouldn’t have been able to pee to save his life, but the brief bit of pee that escaped from him was a moment when he could stop worrying about what was to come and actually enjoy something for a moment.  But it was only a moment and he soon forgot all about it as the worry crashed back in.

It was over an hour later when he saw all the women start moving around a bit as they set their cards aside and seemed to stretch.  As he watched them all get up from their seats, he literally started to feel sick to his stomach as the worry ate away at him.

“Okay Jim,” Jackie said as she approached him.  “Back to my bedroom.  It’s time for your weekly shave and diaper change.”

He had been through it every single week so far.  This was the only part he actually looked forward to.  As he walked toward her bedroom, he felt himself let out a tiny bit more pee.  Better now than after they changed him, but as always, it did nothing for the worry in the pit of his stomach.  “Can you tell me now, what you’re going to force me into this week?” he asked.

“Nope!” Jackie told him.  “It’s a surprise.”

Yeah, a surprise that worried him to death!  At least he would soon be rid of that miniscule chastity device they had locked him into last week – hopefully!  He was really looking forward to getting out of that thing so he could get some fun – just as soon as he got home!

He did his best to ignore his worry about what would be new for him as the women once again bound him to Jackie’s bed and he tried to enjoy the touching and attention the women were doing to him.  Once his wet diaper was removed, he joyfully felt them unlocking and removing the chastity device.  He felt Pam pulling his cock out straight and he heard her laughing. 

“I think it shrunk even smaller than it was before!” Pam exclaimed.  She looked into his eyes.  “How the heck did you ever get any enjoyment out of something that small?”

Jim didn’t answer.  Was his face turning red?  At least the thing was off him now, and hopefully it would stay off him.  Hopefully!  He was really looking forward to humping his bed later tonight.

With that many women working on him, it didn’t take long before he was shaved clean and smooth once again, and his thick night diaper was firmly pulled up and taped onto him.  In minutes, the onesie once again covered his diaper, his bra and the pantyhose that were back on his legs.

“How am I supposed to get undressed for bed?” he asked, noting that once again he couldn’t remove his bra or pantyhose. 

“They’ll just have to stay till tomorrow,” Jackie told him with a laugh.  “Enjoy it!”

He said nothing, but he wondered if his face was turning red again at just the humiliation of it…and the fact that he would indeed be enjoying it, just as soon as he could go home and hump his bed.  Since they were done shaving him, he followed all the women as they headed back to Jackie’s living room.  There was no doubt that it was time for him to find out what new monstrosities he was going to have to live with now.  But once again, the women took their seats at the card table.

“More coffee for all of us,” Jackie called.  “And please bring those trays of snacks in the fridge too.”

Jim watched in disbelief as the women went back to playing cards and ignoring him.  He could have screamed!  After he delivered the coffee and snacks, he once again sat and tried to read, but it was impossible.  The worry simply was too much for him.

It was about an hour later when the women all seemed to move around again, finally finished with their card game.  They were talking amongst themselves about the game and not about him, but Jim watched them all carefully.  He had no doubt the time was getting closer to him finding out what they were going to do to him.  The worry ate away at him more than ever.  He was almost physically sick from it.  And then he saw Jackie turn toward him.

“Okay Jim,” she said.  “Going home time.”

He was shocked.  “Home?” he said as he got up from the couch.  “You’re not going to stick me with anything horrible?”

“I didn’t say that.  I just said it’s time to go home.  To your house.  So let’s go.”

It was a moment before Jim realized that they were all going.  All the women…and him.  He followed Jackie and Beverly across the lawn toward his house, while Pam and Lisa took the golf cart.  For some reason, Pam and Lisa took a lot longer to get there than just walking across the lawn.  Once in his house, Jackie and Beverly headed straight for his kitchen, and he naturally followed, curious as to what they were going to do there.  Strangely, he watched as Jackie started preparing his coffee maker and set it brewing instead of having him do it himself.

“You all came here for another cup of coffee?” Jim asked, not believing it.

“We might,” Jackie replied.  “But…probably not.”

“Then what are you doing?”

But Jackie’s answer came in the form of a wicked smile, and Beverly just laughed.  At that point, Jim’s door opened, and Lisa and Pam came in.  But it was what was in their hands that worried Jim the most.  Each woman was carrying a cardboard box.

“What’s going on?” Jim asked as the worry increased. 

He got no answer from any of them as both Pam and Lisa crowded into his small kitchen and placed the empty boxes on his counter.  As the coffee was dripping down into the pot, Jim watched as Jackie opened one of his cupboards and removed two of the coffee mugs.  She handed them to Lisa, who put them into one of the boxes.  While they were doing that, Beverly opened another cabinet and started grabbing the glasses from inside it and handing them to Pamela, who put them into the other box.

“What are you doing?” Jim asked again.

“What’s it look like?” Pam replied as she put more glasses into the box.

It didn’t take long before all Jim’s cups and glasses were removed from the cabinets.  But then Jim watched as they opened every cabinet in the kitchen searching for more things.  Jim was astonished when the one vase he owned got put into one of the boxes as well.  Beverly even checked the dishwasher and pulled whatever was in there out while Jackie left the kitchen to check his bedroom and his office.  When she came back, she was carrying the mug he had been using earlier in the day.  The mug got rinsed, dried and put into one of the boxes.

“What are you doing?” he asked again as Lisa came back from the living room.

“Living room is clear.  I think that’s it,” Lisa told the other women as she came back to the kitchen.

Jim realized that they had put every cup and glass he had into the boxes, along with anything else that he might possibly drink out of.  “What am I supposed to drink out of now?” he asked, realizing that they were going to take away everything he could drink from.  He was almost frightened when every woman turned to look at him.  The fact that every one of them was trying desperately not to laugh wasn’t lost on him at all.  And then he watched as Jackie opened her large purse and pulled out two packages of pastel colored plastic baby bottles.  One package containing two large ones and the other package holding two smaller ones.

“Since you wear diapers and onesies like a baby,” Jackie told him, “we’re going to stick you with something else like a baby too.  We’re taking every single glass and cup from your house, and from now on you’ll be drinking everything from a baby bottle.”

“One other thing,” Beverly said as she now opened her purse.  “Since you like to drink coffee and it’s so hot, we didn’t want you to burn your hands.  So we found you some nice drink koozies to put your bottles in if you need them.”  With that, she pulled out three colorful drink koozies and set them on the counter next to the bottles.

Jim stared at the bottles in disbelief.  Baby bottles?  They had to be kidding!  This is the most bizarre thing he had ever heard of!  They couldn’t be serious!  These women were nuts!  Did they actually expect him to do that?  But he already knew the answer to that, of course they did!  As evidenced by the fact that they were making sure he had no choice in the matter.  As usual!

“Okay.  Goodnight girls,” Pam said as she picked one of the boxes up.

“Great game tonight,” Lisa added as she grabbed the other box.

Jim followed them and watched in disbelief as Beverly held the door open and the two women carried everything he could possibly drink out of out his door, except the baby bottles.  “Goodnight Jim,” Pam called laughingly.

“Have fun!” Lisa added as she laughed as well.

“I’m going now too,” Beverly added.  “I just know you’re going to love those bottles so much!”  With a laugh, she too was gone, closing his door behind her.

In disbelief, Jim headed back to the kitchen.  When he got there, Jackie had opened the packages of bottles and was now washing them and the nipples.  She spread a dishtowel out on the counter to put the wet bottles on.

Jim finally found his voice again, but barely.  “Baby bottles?”

Jackie leveled that wicked smile of hers at him.  “Of course!  Don’t you just love it?”

Jim wasn’t so sure about that and didn’t answer.  Instead, he felt himself peeing a bit into his diaper as Jackie continued to wash the bottles. 

By the time Jackie was done, the coffee was about finished.  She took one of the large bottles and carefully filled it with coffee, then screwed the cap and nipple onto the top.  “Oo!  Hot!” she said as she shook her fingers a bit.  She grabbed one of the drink koozies and put the bottle inside, then picked it up again.  “Much better,” she declared.  She turned to Jim and handed it to him.  “Enjoy.”

Jim took the bottle and held it, but he didn’t look at it or put it to his lips.  He stared at Jackie instead with that same look of disbelief on his face.

“Drink up,” Jackie finally told him.  “No time like the present to start getting used to it.”

Jim’s arm was shaking a bit as he raised the bottle to his lips and pressed them to the nipple.  The plastic nipple felt and tasted strange.  He tilted the bottle a bit more and sucked hard.  He got very little coffee out for his effort. 

Jackie laughed and reached out her hand to touch his face.  “Don’t you look so sweet with that thing in your mouth.  I just know you’re going to enjoy your new little predicament!”

With a laugh, she grabbed her purse and headed for the door.  She opened it and stopped.  “Have fun tonight Jim,” she told him.  “Somehow, I have a feeling that you’re going to enjoy yourself more than usual.” 

With another laugh, she was gone, and Jim stared at the closed door behind her.  He looked down at the koozie covered baby bottle in his hands.  The drink koozie did nothing at all to disguise that it was a baby bottle he was drinking from.  Not only did half the bottle stick out from the top, but the nipple was a dead giveaway.  He unconsciously brought the bottle back to his mouth and attempted to take another sip.  He quickly determined that drinking anything from now on wasn’t going to be easy. 

First his toilets had been removed leaving him with no choice but to use his diapers, now his cups and glasses, leaving him with no choice but to drink from the baby bottles.  With the women gone, he headed straight for the bedroom.  As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was too turned on by his strange new situation to ignore it anymore.  Stuck using diapers.  Stuck drinking from baby bottles.  He took another sip from the bottle and jumped onto the middle of his bed.  He had only one thought at that point – thank God that stupid chastity device was gone!

 

Too Old to be Young - Chapter 15 – Part 1 of 2

 Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 15 – Part 1 of 2

 

Three thoughts went through Jim’s mind Tuesday evening:  1 – This is the most bizarre thing he had ever heard of!  2 – They can’t be serious!  And 3 – These women are nuts!  There was one other thing he kept thinking too:  Did they actually expect him to do that?  But he already knew the answer to that.  Of course they did!  As evidenced by the fact that they were making sure he had no choice in the matter.  As usual!

Oh, sorry, we’re not there yet.  So forget all that.  Let’s back up a bit to when things were nice and quiet.  Calm.  Relaxed.  Just like all the muscles controlling his peeing and pooping.  All the way back to the start of the day on Tuesday when he woke up – remembering every single time he had woken up during the night to pee.  Nope.  He wasn’t peeing in his sleep without knowing about it yet.  Jim wondered if he should try some of those hypnosis files.  He knew they didn’t really do much, but what could it hurt?  Besides, it might be fun.  He decided to find a few – right AFTER Jackie left.

But all that was secondary on his mind.  Primary was knowing that it was once again Tuesday – the day when Jackie and all her demented friends would saddle him with something to make his life that much worse…not to mention humiliating.  He desperately wondered what they would do to him this time.  Last time, Jackie had him go out to a shoe store earlier in the day to buy himself a pair of high heels to wear all week.  Would she make him go out somewhere today as well?  Only time would tell.  In truth, he was afraid to find out…just like he was afraid to find out what those women would do to him later tonight – at their weekly card game.

He waddled his way out from the bedroom to the kitchen where he set his coffee pot working.  Every step without the heels on his feet was a distinct pleasure.  Just as he had done many times during the night, he flexed his toes often, just because he could.  Hopefully, today would be the last day when Jackie…all those damn women…made him wear those shoes all day.  At least he hoped that would be the case.  He still didn’t know what they had in store for him later.  He was worrying and thinking about that as he barely made note of the fact he was peeing.  But peeing into his diaper wasn’t a major concern.  What those women wanted next of him was.

With the coffee maker working, he went into his office and sat at his desk.  He pulled up his new story again and reread the last chapter he had been working on, making many changes along the way.  Halfway through, he stopped to get himself a cup of coffee before he went back to work.  When he finished with the chapter, he started to wonder where Jackie was.  It was about time for her to make an appearance.  Not to mention, let him out of his onesie so he could get cleaned up.  Despite how thick his diaper was, it was rather soaked inside.

He started his new chapter, then stopped.  He wasn’t sure what he wanted to write next.  Stumped for a while.  He turned all the way back to the beginning of his story, to the very first chapter and started reading it all over again.  He only got halfway down the page when he heard his front door opening.

“Hi Jim,” Jackie called.

“Morning!” he called back as he turned away from his computer.  Five minutes later he was blissfully soaking his body under the warm spray of the shower. 

While Jim was cleaning up, Jackie poured herself some coffee and carried it into his office.  As usual, she looked to see what the latest bit of purely demented trash he was reading…or writing…now.  She was surprised to see the first chapter of that new story on his screen again.  She remembered the strange beginning of it, not at all like his other stories.  This one seemed to be about a bridge…in the beginning anyway.  Without intending to, she started reading from the beginning again.  She suddenly heard Jim calling for her and realized she had read all the way down to the end of the first chapter.  She quickly reset the page to where he had been working and hurried in to see him.

There you are,” Jim said as he finished drying himself off. 

“Sorry,” Jackie replied.  “I was just topping off my coffee,” she lied.  “How about wearing something prettier today.  A skirt and blouse perhaps.  Or maybe a dress?”

Jim looked at her suspiciously.  “Why?” he asked.  “Does this have something to do with what you have planned for tonight?”

“No.  Not at all.  It’s just that since we started, you haven’t bothered to wear any of your…let’s say, fun stuff.  And we do want you to enjoy yourself.  That’s the whole point of this to begin with.”

“Well, I can’t seem to have much fun right now with this damn thing you’ve got locked onto my cock!” he replied.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t try to enjoy yourself in other ways.”

Jim looked at her.  “True,” he conceded.  He continued staring at her.  “You’re sure this has nothing at all to do with what you have planned for later?”

“Nope!  It doesn’t.  Trust me.”

“How about going out somewhere today.  Do you plan on making me do that?”

“I didn’t, but why don’t you.  It’s up to you of course, but I’m sure you’d enjoy it.  Imagine yourself all dressed in a pretty skirt outfit with those red heels.  Where would you go to enjoy that the most, I wonder.”

“In my bedroom.  Alone!” Jim replied.

Jackie laughed.  “Wear what you want.  It was just a suggestion.”

Jim considered it.  “Maybe.”

Fifteen minutes later, he watched as Jackie walked out the door, not intending on coming back until lunchtime.  He looked down at what he was wearing.  A diaper – of course.  A bra.  Pantyhose.  And his onesie locked onto him over top of all that so he could remove the pantyhose or bra.  Why had he let her talk him into doing that?  Over that he was wearing a nice bouse and a nice print skirt.  And of course, his red heels were strapped to his feet with the tape on the straps so he wouldn’t remove them.  He really, really, really wanted to hump his bed and get himself off.  Especially since he now couldn’t remove his bra or pantyhose.  Stuck!  Just like he was stuck in the diapers.  Just like he was stuck being unable to get any kind of sexual pleasure…other than the mental trip he was living over it all.  Once again, he wondered why he had let her talk her into all that. 

He turned to go back to his bedroom, but he stopped as soon as he got to the doorway.  He stared at his bed.  Damn it!  It was useless.  For all intents and purposes, those damn women had castrated him.  He really hoped they would release him tonight.  He wanted just that much badly.  Just as much as he worried and fretted over what they would saddle him with next.  Whatever it was, he knew for a fact that it wouldn’t be good.  So why was he still looking forward to it so much?  Frustrated, he went back to the office to continue working on his story.

Yeah, the skirt was very nice to wear with the heels.  The rest of what he was wearing too.  Why had he purposely stayed away from all his fun stuff for so long?  And then he remembered – going out into public.  He shuddered at the thought of wearing all that out into a store or somewhere.  But then…how many times now had he gone out in public wearing his red high heels?

 

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“You’re sure about this?” Jim asked.  It was late afternoon and Jim had just gotten out of the shower again.  Jackie had simply “suggested” that he wear what he had been wearing all day.  They had all seen him dressed up before.

“Of course,” Jackie replied.  “I already told you, nobody’s going out tonight, not even you.  Except to come over to my house, and everybody’s already seen you all dressed up for fun.”

“You’re sure,” Jim asked again.

“I just told you that.  No.  The only thing we’re going to undress you for tonight is to shave your body like we’ve done every week.  Then you can get dressed all pretty again.”

He looked at her suspiciously, then nodded.  He really had enjoyed wearing all his fun stuff today.  He had especially enjoyed being “locked” into his bra and pantyhose…as well as his diaper.  A minute later, he grabbed the same bra he had worn all day and put it on.  His pantyhose soon went over top of his diaper, and she herself locked the onesie on him so he couldn’t remove them. 

“I’ll leave you to finish getting dressed,” Jackie told him.  “Same rules as always for tonight.”

With a wave, she was gone, and he stared after her.  That had been almost too easy.  Now he was really worried about later tonight.

 

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Too Old to be Young - Chapter 14

 Too Old to be Young

 

Chapter 14

 

Didn’t happen.  He knew that for a fact.  He had lain in bed all night long wondering if he could fall asleep and wet himself without knowing about it.  But even though he had tried keeping his body relaxed and completely open as much as possible, he knew it every single time he had to pee all night, and he woke up each time, forcing himself to stay as relaxed as he could and just let it happen.  He knew that feeling of wetting himself at night better than ever now since it seemed to happen a lot more last night than usual.  Probably because he was peeing less each time since he wasn’t holding back.  He was sure of it.

Despite those very brief episodes of peeing to take his mind off other things, those strange dreams of a story kept coursing through his mind, filling the story line out, giving him reason to ponder different things.  He knew long before he fully woke up that he was going to have to sit down and try to write it.  In fact, in his dreaming about it, he had even come up with the title for it…a title that to his strange mind was evidently mandatory.

Giving up on sleep, Jim rolled over in bed onto his stomach.  He pumped his groin against the mattress a few times, pushing as hard as he could, but even in his soaked diaper he couldn’t feel anything of his cock inside there.  Not after what they had done to him – essentially removed the damn thing.  Those damn women!

He gave that up and rolled onto his back again, forcing himself to relax all his groin muscles as much as he could and keep them that way.  He searched his feelings for a need to pee.  None.  Pity.  He sat up on the side of the bed for moment then got up and headed out to the kitchen.  Before he got out of his bedroom the need to pee suddenly hit him.  Keeping everything open and relaxed was becoming second nature, and within a second, he was peeing once again.  He couldn’t help but find it all interesting, and dare he think it…fun!

In the kitchen, he set his coffee maker brewing then headed for his desk.  Walking around the house without those damn heels stuck on his feet was a distinct pleasure.  So was bending his toes whenever he wanted.  He sat at his desk and pulled up the program to begin the new story.  He knew the title.  He knew the entire beginning for the thing.  His fingers flew over the keyboard as he typed…and kept typing.  But suddenly he was at the end of the page and was into the beginning of the next page when he stopped.  He didn’t write stories like this.  Yes, it was another story with all the things he loved in it…and one thing he didn’t like.  But that one thing was the only way he could see to get at everything else in the story.  And it worked!  Sort of.  At least it did for him and that’s all that mattered.

But now he was at the end of the page and the story had barely started.  He wrote short stories.  Get to the point and get on with it.  But this was already turning into a long story.  The more he thought about it, he knew it would go on for several chapters, maybe more.  Practically a book!  But not writing it wasn’t an option for him.  After dreaming about it for the last few nights, he had to write the damn thing…wherever it took him, and he already had a good idea about a lot of the things in it.  Fun things and dark things.  But all of it from his own sick fantasies.

He went back to the kitchen and got his coffee.  A minute later, his coffee was sitting in front of him on his desk getting cold as his fingers continued to fly across the keyboard.  No short story, that was for sure.  But as strange as the beginning was for him, he really liked it.

 

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“I said, hello Jim.”

Jim turned quickly in his seat and saw Jackie peeking in the doorway to his office.  “Oh!  Sorry, I didn’t hear you.  He had gone back to the first page of his story and was in the process of filling out more details, the kind of details he never needed in a story before.  Unfortunately, the way things were shaping up in this story, he needed them this time.  He got up from his seat and a few minutes later was in the shower to get cleaned up.

While Jim was in the shower, Jackie poured herself a mug of coffee and wandered into his office.  She looked at the story on his screen and was surprised to see not one mention of any of the sick things she expected to see.  She glanced at the title – The Legend of Bastien (hint).  Strange.  She read carefully through the first page that he had been working on, not seeing anything she expected to see.  As always, she didn’t look any further.  They were his stories.  But it was certainly an intriguing beginning.  If she hadn’t seen him typing it, she would have sworn that someone else had written it.

When he got out of the shower, she helped him into a fresh diaper, as always, noticing the miniscule stump that the tiny chastity device left him with – nearly nothing.  As she was locking him into his onesie, she asked, “Did you want to wear a skirt or something else pretty for a change?  I’m surprised that you haven’t even touched any of those things since before we started.”

“Uh…”  He stood there and thought about it.  “It’s been a while,” he admitted.  “Maybe…it would be fun.”

“Good!” she declared happily.  “And I just know how much you’ll love it when we go out later.”

“Out?  No!  Forget it then.  I’m not wearing that stuff anywhere!”

She laughed.  “Just teasing.  Or maybe not.  The choice of course is yours.  I just figured if you enjoyed the shoes so much when we went out, why not a few other things as well.”

“No way!”

She laughed again.  “Have it your way.”

“Uh…are we going out again today?”

“Yes!”

“Where?”

“I need some groceries, and I’m guessing you could use some too.  Tomorrow is Saturday and I prefer to do my shopping when the stores aren’t as crowded as they are on the weekends.”

“Grocery shopping?”

“You can go with me today, or brave them by yourself tomorrow, but you’re going one way or the other.”

He knew how much busier the grocery stores could be on the weekends.  “Fine!” he stated with a touch of anger.  “We’ll go today.”

“Good!” she declared with a chuckle.  “Might as well do it as soon as you get ready,” she told him.

He looked at her but said nothing.  He went to his closet and chose his clothes for the day, including of course pantyhose and his new red heels that as soon as he had put them on, she used more tape on the strap to make sure they were going to stay on.  Jim said nothing about that.  Yesterday a restaurant, now today he was going to be strutting around in a grocery store in those heels.  Well, not exactly strutting, but evidently, one way or another, he was going to be there.

 

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Was it his imagination, or was the grocery store crowded?  No.  He was sure it wasn’t really crowded, but there were a lot more people there than he was happy about.  All the empty parking spaces in the lot said the store shouldn’t be crowded, but one person would have been more than enough, not to mention all the employees inside.  After Jackie parked her car, he plucked up his courage and once again told himself that anyone who didn’t like the shoes he was wearing could go screw themselves.  He wasn’t breaking any laws and he was wearing what he wanted to wear, whether they liked it or not.  He just…had left himself with no other choice.  Nobody else needed to know that though.

Inside the door, Jackie grabbed a cart for herself, and Jim grabbed one too.  Together, they began pushing their way around the store.  But for Jim, it was a shopping trip like none he could ever remember.  The constant feel of his high heels hitting the hard floor with every step he took served as a constant reminder of the shoes he was wearing, not to mention the humiliation of wearing them out in public.

More than that, since he was still doing his best to not hold back and pee whenever the need hit him, twice while he was shopping, he felt the small brief need, then a second or two later, a bit of pee flooded into his diaper.  He never said anything about it though and did his very best to act as if it never happened.  Since Jackie hadn’t asked him about not controlling himself in the last few days, he didn’t bother telling her.  It was like his little private bit of fun.  He just wished like crazy that he could get a little more fun out of it all when he got home.  After being stuck out in public for the last few days, not only with a diaper on under his clothes, but visible red ladies’ high heels on his feet, he needed to get himself off in the worst way!  He just…couldn’t!  The entire situation nearly made him scream, but he did his best to act like there was nothing going on out of the usual at all.  And like he kept thinking – screw anyone who didn’t like it!  It was his life, his fun!

He was almost amazed when he got to the checkout lane and not one single person had commented about his shoes.  He had seen out of the corners of his eyes a few people who looked at them, but he had purposely looked away and not made eye contact.  His determination was still in place.  Screw them if they didn’t like it.  If women could enjoy wearing shoes like that, why shouldn’t he?  He just wished that his feet would stop aching.

“So, how’d it go?” Jackie asked as they loaded their bags into her car.

“Fine!” Jim replied with more attitude than he had wanted.

Jackie raised her eyebrows.  “I didn’t notice any problems for you in there.”

“Sorry,” he replied.  “It was…fine.  No problems at all.”

“So, no problems in the restaurant, and now no problems today.”

“Amazingly!”

She chuckled.  “Good!”

A short while later, Jim was making trip after trip from Jackie’s car to carry his groceries across her lawn and into his house.  By the time he finished putting everything away, his feet weren’t just aching, they were hurting something fierce.  He had been standing up and walking around more today than he could remember in a while.  Sitting down at his desk to continue working on his story was a distinct pleasure, not just to work on the story again, but to take the weight off his feet!

 

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That night, when he went to bed, he wondered again if he could possible wet himself while sleeping – and not know he was doing it.  He had no illusions about it though.  He knew that the likelihood of it was astronomical.  Still, he was hopeful.  It would be…fun.  That is, if he could figure out the next morning if he had actually managed it.  It would also be a lot more fun if his damn cock wasn’t reduced down to smaller than a real baby’s tiny little penis so he could enjoy some of that fun.  Damn meddling women!

 

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On Saturday morning, he woke up knowing he still hadn’t managed to wet himself while sleeping.  Once again, he had woken up every single time he needed to pee, no matter how minor it had been.  But no matter.  Even if he never accomplished it, it had still been fun…despite his inability to enjoy the situation like he really wanted to.  How long until they took that damn thing off his cock?  Tuesday night?  An eternity!  He was currently so horny he didn’t know what to do with himself…so he got out of bed and made his morning pot of coffee.  What else could he do?  Certainly not what he wanted to do – hump his bed!

 

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The entire weekend seemed to drag by.  Hour after hour of wanting to do something he couldn’t – masturbate!  Day after day, the two most interesting things that occupied his mind were his story that was rapidly gaining epic proportions…for him, and his enjoyment of trying to not control when or where he had to go…keeping himself wide open.  He continuously found it amusing when he would be moving around and doing something, and suddenly feel himself peeing – almost with no warning.  He still didn’t tell Jackie about it, and he noticed that not once had she asked or offered to read that No Control Mantra for him again.  He didn’t need it.  It was all about will power!

He discovered another thing about that on Monday.  Just as an experiment, he tried tightening all those muscles for a change instead of concentrating on keeping them relaxed and open, and he discovered that tightening them not only seemed a bit difficult, it was uncomfortable.  It was far more normal now to just keep everything relaxed.  So he did.  Who was going to know about it anyway?  Nobody!  Not even Jackie knew.

But there was one thing that worried him to no end.  Every single day brought him closer to Tuesday when he knew that Jackie and her horde of invading Mongols was going to make his life far worse than it already was.  She had told him last week that what they saddled him with, keeping his new shoes on all day, every day, was only going to last a week, but most of what they threw at him would be basically forever.  That was what worried him so much.  What were they going to throw at him next, and would it indeed be forever?  He thought about it and worried about it constantly, even though in his unsatisfied sexual state, he also was looking forward to it.  Something he’d probably never admit, even though he had a feeling Jackie already knew that.  She seemed to know him better than he knew himself.

By the time Jackie had let him out of his shoes and unlocked his onesie Monday night, what they would do to him Tuesday evening was all he could think about.  He had asked Jackie for a hint, but all he got in return was that damn devilish smile of hers.  Damn the woman!  Damn them all!

Even though he knew how useless it was, he humped his bed that night for the thousandth useless time.  He still couldn’t feel anything at all inside his thick night diaper…inside that tiny chastity device.  But that didn’t mean he didn’t want it so bad he wouldn’t spend an hour trying.

Tuesday night.  Tomorrow night.  What were they going to do to him?  He shuddered with worry…and anticipation.