Too Old to be Young - Chapter 21

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 21

 

Before he opened his eyes Wednesday morning, he could feel how uncomfortably bloated his diaper was.  But that was normal.  That was what he was used to now.  Consequently, it wasn’t what he was primarily thinking about.  He was thinking about eating baby food for one meal each day.  Eaten with Jackie.  Compared to the things they had stuck him with last time, this seemed like nothing at all.  A relief.  As he laid there trying to imagine it, he realized he had no idea how the baby food would taste, but really, how bad could it be?  Most likely, it wouldn’t be bad to eat at all.

He finally opened his eyes, and his hands went down to his bloated diaper.  He could faintly hear the sound of his hypnotic bedwetting recordings playing through the headphones not far from his head.  As usual, he had ditched them sometime in the middle of the night so he could be more comfortable.  How many times did he wake up last night to pee?  He wasn’t sure.  In truth, he could only remember once, but he was sure it had to have been more.  Why else would his diaper be that bloated? 

His hands pressed harder against the front of his diaper.  Harder.  As hard as he could.  But of course, he couldn’t fee anything he wanted to feel.  He rubbed them hard against his crotch, but the damn tiny chastity device under his diaper prevented anything from happening.  It was fruitless to even try, and he was going to be stuck that way again for another entire week…or more.

With a sigh, he got up from bed.  As usual, he peed again as he waddled halfway out to his kitchen, but he barely gave that any thought at all.  It was his usual routine.  Wet a bit on the way to the kitchen.  Get the coffee maker going.  Sit at his desk.  Fill a small bottle with coffee, and go back to his desk to drink it while he tried to figure out how to fill his time.  The usual routine.  And he was sure that Jackie would be there in an hour or so to release him from his imprisoning onesie so he could shower and change.  His usual.

But after his shower today, he and Jackie were supposed to go shopping again.  This time for baby food.  He had no earthly idea as to anything at all about baby food…except that it usually came in small jars – he thought.  Other than that?  He had no clue.  At least it didn’t sound bad.  The bad part was that he was going to have to go out wearing women’s shoes, carrying a woman’s purse, and now with pink nail polish on his hands, all while he prayed that is diaper wouldn’t be too bulky and show underneath his pants.  Just thinking about it made his needy cock try to do something inside his chastity device that it couldn’t.  He pressed down on his crotch again, but only for a moment.  No relief.  For at least another week.  He was going to go insane before that!

He couldn’t help himself.  He filled his time waiting for Jackie by looking at all the things on the internet that interested him most.  A full week already of not being able to get off was fueling his need even more, almost forcing him to look at all the stuff that turned him on the most.  He would almost have thought that being denied any kind of pleasure at all would have at least slowed that urge down, but instead it was fueling his need to new heights.  He just wanted to go back to bed and hump it for hours…and finally get off.  But of course, that wasn’t going to happen.  It would be useless.  All because of a simple roll of a die.  Odd versus even.  And he had lost.

“Hi Jim,” Jackie called as she let herself into his house. 

“Mornin’,” Jim called back as he set his empty baby bottle down on his desk and went out to meet her.

“All set for today?” Jackie asked.

“Not really,” Jim replied.

“Too bad,” Jackie replied with a smirk.  “Let’s get you cleaned up.  Have you had breakfast yet?”

“No, just coffee.”

“Maybe we’ll stop for breakfast too while we’re out,” Jackie suggested.

Jim looked at her dubiously, not really wanting to do that, but he had no doubt that he would be going along with anything she decided once they left the house.  It was like looking at all the porn on the internet when he was so denied for so long.  He simply couldn’t help himself.  A minute later, he was unlocked and heading into the shower to get cleaned up.

While Jim was in the shower, Jackie pulled a single daytime diaper out for him to wear along with a clean onesie.  Then with nothing better to do, she wandered out to his office.  She noticed the koozie covered baby bottle there and picked it up.  Empty.  But the nipple on the bottle caught her eye.  It was…practically decimated!  The evidence on it was clear.  Jim had been chewing on the thing.  With a shake of her head, she set it back on his desk and headed into his kitchen where she found all his other baby bottles.  All of them showed evidence that he had been chewing on the nipples.  She left them alone and went back to his bedroom to wait for him to get out of the shower.

Ten minutes later, he was wearing a single daytime diaper and was locked into his onesie.  Despite her suggestions, he had vehemently declined to wear a bra under his onesie and he had just as vehemently declined to wear his red high heels to go shopping in.  Jackie reminded him that all of this was for his fun, but the argument didn’t seem to make any difference to him.  A few minutes later, she watched as he grabbed his purse and the two of them left his house together.  They crossed her front lawn and went into her house where she got her purse, then the two of them got into her car together.

Jim really didn’t want to stop to get breakfast out somewhere with her in public, but as he knew he would, he didn’t say one word against it – the almost painful sexual need in his groin today was bothering him more than usual.  Was it possible that having breakfast with Jackie today could count as his one meal of the day with her?  He knew the answer to that one.  This meal didn’t include baby food – he hoped! 

Grab the purse, get out of the car, put your other hand in your pocket to try to hide the pink nail polish, and walk with Jackie into the restaurant…while praying nobody noticed either the purse, the nail polish, or his shoes.  And that didn’t count his diaper underneath his pants that was already a tiny bit damp.  At least once they sat down he could hide his purse on the inside of the booth and keep his fingers in his lap.

“What have you been doing to your bottles?” Jackie asked as they waited for a waitress to show up.

“What do you mean?”

“The nipples.  On all of them.  It looks like you’ve been chewing on them.”

“It does?”

“Jim…  I know you’ve noticed it.  How can you not?”

Jim shrugged.  “Sometimes I don’t think about it.”

Jackie leveled a skeptical look at him.  “While we’re out, we’ll get you something to replace them.”

Great.  Just what he needed.  More baby bottles.

Somehow, Jim managed to get through that little breakfast with no real problems, other than just before he finished eating, he noticed he was going to pee, and a moment later, he wet more than he anticipated.  Oh well, his diaper was going to get wetter anyway.  It always did.  In fact, it was something he rather enjoyed.  Of course, as always, he never mentioned it.

In some ways getting out of the car at the grocery store was like getting out of the car at the restaurant.  In some ways.  In other ways, it wasn’t.  Yes, he still had to grab his purse and leave the car, but the grocery store was far more public than the restaurant had been.  There was no where to hide anything at all inside the store.  And walking around was like purposely trying to find more places to put himself on display so he could feel humiliated.  But he had been there before.  He dreaded the place, but he knew he could manage it.  Besides, what choice did he have?  None.  All because he had made a deal with Jackie to fix things that way.  What an idiot he had been.

He grabbed one shopping cart, but Jackie took it from him to push so she would have something to hold onto while she walked.  Jim wasn’t sure of her reasoning for that, but he threw his purse back onto his arm and followed her.  “Do you want to do our shopping for the week today?” he asked her.

“No.  Just the baby section today,” Jackie replied.  “I prefer to do my shopping on Friday when I know better what things I’m going to need for the next week.  All you really need is baby food.  And some bottles.  And bottle nipples.  And perhaps something else.”

“Like what?”

“Who knows.”

There was one entire side of an aisle in the store devoted to baby products.  “What do we need?” Jim asked as he stopped in front of jars of baby food, trying to fathom what the labels said.

“I’m not sure yet?” Jackie replied as she looked things over carefully. 

“These jars are bigger,” Jim pointed out, noticing the toddler size jars.

“Yes, they are,” Jackie replied, then seemed to ignore them while she searched.  Her hands reached out and grabbed a few jars and put them into the car.  Jim tried to read the labels as Jackie pulled more jars.  Peas and carrots.  Vegetables.  A moment later he saw jars of mashed up fruit.  Vegetables and fruit.  Then he read labels that suggested different kinds of meat.  Good stuff for dinners – if it wasn’t baby food.  Just the sight of some of the brown stuff in those jars turned his stomach.  He felt the need coming on to pee again and was glad for the momentary distraction.

It seemed like in no time at all the bottom of the cart was filled with jars of baby food. 

“That should be enough to get us through till the weekend.  We can buy more when we come on Friday.

“All that just for a few days?”

“Jim, you’re going to need more than just one or two jars of that stuff to eat.  I don’t want you to starve.”

Jim said nothing to that.  Depending on how all that junk tasted, he wasn’t sure if starving would be the better option. 

Before leaving the baby aisle, Jackie stopped to buy another large baby bottle like the kind he already had, and then she grabbed a package containing a bunch of replacement nipples for the bottles.  But she wasn’t quite finished yet.  She pulled one more thing from the display on the aisle, a package of three pacifiers.  As she threw them into the cart, Jim’s eyes went wide.  “Pacifiers?”

“You’re chewing on the bottle nipples.  You can chew on them instead.”  With that, she pushed the cart towards the checkout counter. 

For Jim, paying for all that baby food was even more embarrassing for him than his usual shopping trips.  But before long, his wallet was back in his purse, and he was carrying some surprisingly heavy bags out to the car. 

He was certainly glad to get back into Jackie’s car.  He was even more happy to get back to her driveway.  Jackie insisted that he carry all the baby food into her house since that’s where he would be eating it anyway, but the moment she got one of the bags unpacked, she opened the pacifier package and pulled one out.  She washed it in the sink then stuck it straight into Jim’s mouth.

“Keep it there!” she ordered.

“But…” he tried to say around the plug in his mouth.

“Keep it in!” she ordered.  “Suck on it.  I’m sure you’ll love it.  Now I’ll be by later to change you.  I know you’re already wet.”

Jim had to wonder how she could possibly know, but with that thing in his mouth, speaking was a bit more difficult, so he didn’t bother asking.  A minute later, with the pacifier still in his mouth and the package of replacement nipples in his hand, he crossed Jackie’s lawn and went home.  Baby food!  And pacifiers!  What next? 

He laid down on his bed and started humping.  It was useless and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself.  His urgency and need was further impelled now by the baby pacifier stuck in his mouth.  He sucked and bucked.  None of it did him any good of course, but somehow, just the act of trying was worth the effort.

How many more days until next Tuesday evening?  An entire week!  He could just scream…but his pacifier was in the way.