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.