Gramps - Chapter 3

 

Gramps

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 3

 

If Kimmie wasn’t in the house, I would have stayed in my thick wet nighttime diaper for a while.  In fact, I would have had breakfast in it before I shed the thing and either put a fresh daytime diaper on, or more likely, just got dressed normally.  But Kimmie was in the house, and that changed everything.  When I woke up the next morning, I didn’t go out of my room until I had showered and changed into all “normal” clothes.  Nothing embarrassing at all.  Only then did I dare open my door and head for the kitchen.

Kimmie barely glanced at me as she went about pouring herself a bowl of cereal.  “Hi Gramps,” she said brightly as she set the box down to start eating.

“Hey,” I replied softly.  I fixed myself a cup of coffee and poured a bowl of cereal.  She was done eating before me.  With a quick hug and kiss, she said, “Bye Gramps.  Have a good one,” and she was gone.  Off to work.

She hadn’t said one single thing about last night.  I was relieved.  Maybe a bit disappointed too.  But mostly relieved.  Last night had been…weird!

I did my best to go about my day of doing nothing much, but the events of last night were constantly on my mind.  I was so tempted to give in and play with my things, but I didn’t dare.  Not after last night.

Maybe it was time for me to get rid of that stuff now before things could get any worse.  It wouldn’t take much at all to just dump it all in the trash,  Or better still, load it all into my truck and drive it to the dump where if anyone should search my trashcan they wouldn’t find it.  Kimmie knowing now was bad enough.  I didn’t want anyone else knowing anything.  Question…would Kimmie tell anyone else?  She was a woman.  I had no doubt that she would.  Today, or tomorrow, or…eventually.  I didn’t doubt that for a second.  Yeah, maybe I’d just load it all in my truck and head for the dump.  I had nothing better to do anyway, and that would be something worthwhile.

So why didn’t I do it?  All my playthings stayed right where they were.

When Kimmie came home later that day, we went about our usual business of getting dinner and watching TV.  Through it all she never said one single word about any of it to me.  I was relieved, but warry.  All that came to an end though as soon as ten o’clock arrived and it was time for me to go to bed.  Once again I got up, intending on saying goodnight, only to find her heading with me to my bedroom.

“Kimmie?” I asked questioningly. 

“Gramps,” she said.  “You’re not going to put up a fuss again are you?  Because I can tell you right now that one way or another, I’m going to fix you up in a nice diaper for the night, so get used to the idea.  And if you behave, maybe I’ll even bring you another baby bottle of warm milk to drink.”  With that, she disappeared from view as she went into my room ahead of me.

Yes, she did put another diaper on me, and she did bring me another bottle of warm milk to drink before kissing me goodnight and turning out the light.  I simply didn’t know what to make of it.

And she did it the next night.  And the next.  And she kept doing it every night after that.  After a few nights, I came to expect it and no longer put up any kind of fuss at all.  I just let her do it all to me.  And you know what?  It was nice, it was kind, it was loving, and it was especially comforting in a way that’s hard to describe.  After a few days, I stopped worrying about it and just enjoyed the attention.  I think I slept pretty well too.

The first surprise came a little over a week later when after diapering me for bed, instead of putting a t-shirt on me, she pulled out a pretty, very short nightgown type thing.  It had flowers and lace all over it and made me feel funny just to look at it, but she put it on me and buttoned the single button behind my head.

“Where did you…”

“Shh!” she hushed me.  “I’ll be right back with your bottle.”

Obviously she didn’t want me asking about it.  I stared at the thing I was wearing.  When I stood up, it didn’t entirely cover my diaper.  I slipped into bed with it myself since she had gone already.  She was back soon with my nightly bottle and finished her usual routine of kissing me and turning out the light.  The little nightgown thing was nothing really.  But it was nice.  She put that on me every night after that, along with my diaper and plastic pants.  It was…nice.

I thought that would be the end of it…she indulging my fantasies by putting me to bed every night, and then being kind enough to never mention anything at all about it the rest of the time.  I certainly would have been content with that.  In fact, the next time I ordered diapers, I only ordered the nighttime ones.  But then, I hadn’t worn any of the daytime diapers since…I couldn’t remember the last time.  They were just sitting in my closet unused, and I was good with it.

I was good with it, but I guess Kimmie wasn’t.

A little over a week later, it was the weekend and she was home for once.  If you’ll remember when this all started, I had been sitting in my chair when she suddenly plopped herself down in my lap.  Once again, I was sitting there when she suddenly invaded my space…and my lap.  She grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.

“I’m still not buying you that pony,” I said.

“I told you,” she replied.  “I’m too big for a pony.  I want a horse.”

“I’m still not buying it for you.”

“Gramps, if I want one, I’ll buy it myself.”

“Oh?”

“Shh!” she hushed me again.

“What?” I asked.

“Tell me.  Honestly!” she said.  “Do you enjoy me getting you ready for bed every night?"

“Honestly?”

“Yes!”

I considered it, but the answer was easy.  “Yes,” I told her.  “It’s…nice.  Very nice in fact.”

“Good,” she replied, leaning over and kissing my cheek.  “I’m glad.  And I’m glad to do it for you too.  In fact, I really enjoy doing it.  It makes me feel like…I’m closer to you.”

I said nothing to that.

“If you like it though,” she continued, “why don’t you ever wear any of it during the day?”

Her question surprised me.  “How do you know I don’t?”

“Gramps!  I can tell by the wash we do.  I can also tell just by looking in those boxes of diapers that you’re not using them.  In fact, I can tell you don’t touch any of those things at all…ever, except when I put them on you at night.  Gramps, you’ve got more stuff than just those nighttime things.  I know you enjoy all that, why aren’t you doing anything with them?”

“Maybe I don’t want to,” I told her.

“Don’t want to?  Why not?”

“Maybe what you do to me every night is enough for me.  In fact, I can tell you for sure that it’s more than enough.”

She seemed to consider that.  “Maybe,” she conceded.  “But I doubt it.  Gramps, what’s really going on?”

“Nothing,” I told her.  “I’m happy.  Trust me.  More than happy.”

“Then why did you buy all those other things?”

I searched for a good answer.  “Curiosity,” I told her.

“I’m sure that’s true,” she replied.  “But I’m also sure there was more to it than that.  What kind of things go through your mind when you want to wear that stuff…during the day?  All the stuff I don’t pull out for you.  What’s on your mind then?”

“What’s on my mind?”  I shook my head.  “Enjoying myself.  Fantasies.”

“Fantasies?” she asked.  “Like what?”

“Sexual fantasies mostly,” I admitted.

“I already guessed that,” she replied.  “But like what?” she asked again, looking for more detail.

“I don’t know,” I replied.  “I often start out with the intention of wearing all that stuff…uh, the diapers that is, for weeks or maybe months at a time to see how it is.  Try to get myself so used to using those diapers that I’m peeing and pooping in them before I know what I’m doing.  But as I said, it starts that way, but a few hours later, I’m usually ready to get out of the diapers and back to normal life.”

“A few hours?  Always?”

“I think the longest I’ve worn the diapers was like two days, and that was it.  By the morning of the third day, I was done with them.”

“Why?”

“Because…bottom line?  It isn’t right.  I’m not supposed to be wearing any of that stuff.”

“You chicken out,” she said.

“Something like that.  It’s a bit more complicated, but that works.”

“And of course you’re getting off on it too, and then afterwords you lose all interest.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But it’s true, isn’t it.”

“Maybe,” I replied.

“Which means, yes.”  She seemed to consider things for a moment then said, “But those fantasies of yours…”

“What about them?”

“Do you still fantasize about doing that?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted.  “Maybe.  They’re just fantasies, nothing more.  They’re not practical in the least.”

“Why not?”

“Because they’re not.  Now get off my lap.  My legs are going to sleep.”

She giggled, kissed me, and got up.  I rubbed my aching legs to get the circulation started and the pain ended.

She was back two minutes later though.  I was shocked when she tried to shove one of my pacifiers in my mouth.  I brushed her hand away.  “Kimmie!  What are you doing?”

“Hush!” she told me.  “Open up!”  She kept trying to push it through my lips until I opened them enough for her to slip the thing inside.  “Now keep it there,” she said before walking off.

My eyes followed her.  I would have called after her but talking was pretty much out of the question.  Not with that big thing filling my mouth.  Against my better judgement, I kept the pacifier where it was while I picked up the remote and turned the TV back on.  Oh shoot!  I missed another score in the football game.  Darn girl!

Several times that afternoon, I took the pacifier out of my mouth, only to have her walk by a while later and tell me in no uncertain terms to put it back in.  Then she stood there and watched until I complied.  I had to wonder what kind of weird new game she was playing now.  Still, it tickled my fantasies and I didn’t protest…too much.  My only real problem with the pacifier was that every once in a while I had to reach up and wipe the drool off my chin.  But hey, that’s a minor thing.

The next morning, Sunday, I got out of the shower, only to find her in my bedroom waiting for me…with a fresh daytime diaper already laid out on the bed.

“Kimmie.  What are you doing?”

“Stop complaining and lay down,” she told me.  “Isn’t it obvious?”

“But…”

“Gramps!” she cut me off.

Against my better judgment, I laid down on the bed on top of that diaper.  Before pulling it up between my legs though, she shoved a pacifier in my mouth.  “Keep it there!” she said sternly.  Only then did she pull the diaper up and fasten it.  “We’ve really got to get you some baby powder and a few other things,” she mused before grabbing some plastic pants and pulling them up my legs.  “Do you want to wear your tights today and maybe those sweet little shoes with them?  Or perhaps the high heels,” she suggested.

“No!” I tried to say around that big pacifier, which didn’t work very well.

“Just checking,” she replied with a shrug.  “Get dressed.  After breakfast, we need to get some groceries.”

I knew that.  The food supply in the house was getting low.  I also knew that I wasn’t going out of the house sucking on a baby pacifier like an idiot.

As soon as breakfast was over, Kimmie immediately shoved that darn pacifier back into my mouth.  “Keep it there!” she ordered.

I did, but it wasn’t long before she decided she was ready to head to the grocery store.  I tried to take the pacifier out before we got in her car, but she did that stern thing again and ordered me to keep it in.  “You can take it out when we get there.  Maybe.”

I pulled it from my mouth and asked, “But what if anyone sees me sucking on the thing while we’re driving?”

“So what?  Let them.  They won’t know you.  Now just leave it and let’s go.”

Why wasn’t I putting up more of a fight?  I was miffed, but I got into the passenger seat, diaper, plastic pants, pacifier, and all.  At least with all my clothes on, nobody could see anything…except the darn pacifier.  When she parked the car, I pulled the pacifier out.  I could see her watching me unhappily, but she didn’t say anything.  I gratefully got out of the car without it.

I pushed the cart while she filled it.  I didn’t usually go down the baby aisle, but she insisted.  She grabbed two more baby bottles and threw them into the cart.  While there, she teased me by asking if I wanted any baby food or baby formula to drink.  I emphatically said, “No thanks!”  She giggled and we left the aisle behind, but not before she grabbed a large container of baby powder.  Oh great!  As far as I could tell, I had never needed that stuff before, so I didn’t need it now.  In fact, I wasn’t even sure what good it would do at all.  But it was now in the cart, and I knew that soon it would be in my house.  For me to use.  Ugh!

And then, right there in the store, she turned to me and asked, “How wet is your diaper?”  And she didn’t even try to lower her voice or hide what she was asking.

“Kimmie!” I complained.

“How wet…  Never mind.  Let me check.  Babies wouldn’t know the difference anyway.

“Bab…”  Before I knew it, she was trying to unfasten my belt.  “What the hell?” I complained as I shoved her hands aside.

“Hold still!” she ordered.  “I can’t check your diaper unless I pull your pants down.”

“Kimmie!  No!”

“Yes!” She looked sternly into my face.  “Who’s the adult here and who’s the baby?  Huh?  Tell me.”

“What?”

“Which one of us is wearing the baby diaper, huh?  You or me.  You!  Which means you’re the baby here, not me.  Or maybe I should pull your pants down and we can ask the opinion of someone else.”

“Stop!  And don’t talk so loud.”

“I’ll talk any way I like.  Now let me pull those pants down and check your diaper, or trust me, I’ll take them all the way off, and you can walk around in nothing but that diaper for a while.  Nobody would say anything about it since those things absolutely scream that you’re a baby.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“I don’t think so.  In fact, I’m thinking it’s a better idea than ever.  Are you going to let me check that diaper now, or shall we fix it so that it’s easier for me and everyone else in the store to see how wet it is?”

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” I said angrily.  Annoyed, I stood there and let her unfasten my belt, unfasten my pants, and pull them down to my knees, exposing the diaper and plastic pants I was wearing underneath.  The plastic pants soon joined my pants at my knees.  Then she groped all over the diaper before pulling everything back up and refastening it all herself while I simply stood there.  Then to add insult to injury, she reached into her purse, pulled out my other pacifier, and stuck it in my mouth.  “Keep it there…baby!” she said sternly as she glared menacingly in my face.

I glared angrily right back at her, but for some reason I never bothered to try and think about, the darn pacifier stayed in my mouth…as we continued walking around the grocery store.  Thirty minutes later, I was never so happy to get out of there in my life!  And yes, that stupid pacifier was still in my mouth.

A few minutes later, she pulled out of the parking lot and started giggling.  “Did you enjoy that?” she asked.  “Did it strike any of your fantasies?”

Only then did I realize what she had been trying to do.

“Did it?” she asked again.

I pulled the stupid big pacifier from my mouth and said, “Can I plead the fifth?”

She laughed.  “Put that thing back in your mouth and keep it there.  And it wouldn’t hurt to suck on it properly instead of chewing on the nipple.  You’ll ruin it before you know it.”