Gramps - Chapter 11

 

Gramps

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 11

 

Change is inevitable.  There’s a lot of things that are true about change, but the fact that it’s going to happen whether you like it or not is certainly one of them.  It’s also a fact that people generally don’t like change.  They resist it.  But not me.  At least not then.  I wanted change – badly!  I wanted out of that overly squishy, nasty, smelly, dirty diaper.  And I wanted out of it now!  I wanted to be changed!

Okay.  Let’s back up just a tiny bit. 

Yeah, yeah, Kimmie dressed me as always in the morning, yada, yada, yada.  Just the same sweatshirt on top that I had worn the day before.  In fact, everything she put me in was the same thing I had worn the day before.  Not my diaper of course.  That was a new one.

Once again though, when she was finished, she made the comment about needing to get me some bras to wear.  I mentally screamed!  But I didn’t say a word about it.  Just like I didn’t say anything about the pacifier that wasn’t in my mouth again.  I should make a small mention though that the stockings that got pulled up my now shaven legs felt a bit different.  I won’t say nicer.  No, I refuse to say that!  Got it?  But when she walked out of the room to get ready for work, I ran my hands with their embarrassingly pink fingernails over those stockings on my legs.  No!  I will not say they felt nice!  End of story!

I headed out of my room toward the kitchen, intent on getting some breakfast and coffee.  Um…did you realize that you can’t drink coffee with a pacifier in your mouth?  That was another good reason why I needed the coffee!  And the breakfast.

Kimmie came downstairs five minutes later.  “Okay Gramps,” she said as she walked over and gave me a hug.  “I filled all five of your baby bottles and put them in the refrigerator.  Make sure you finish them all before I get home this afternoon.” 

I stared at her, totally surprised.  “You did what?”

She pointed at the refrigerator and looked me sternly in the eyes.  “Baby bottles.  Refrigerator.  Drink them all!”  Then she added, “Remember, no changes until two o’clock, and I’ll be asking for pictures again.  And…”  She looked confused for a moment.  “Where’s your pacifier?”

“I don’t know,” I tried.

“Go find it!  Right now.  And stick it in your mouth.  I’m not leaving until I see it where it belongs.”  When I didn’t move fast enough she raised her voice.  “Go!”

I went.  Ugh.  I found one of my two oversized pacifiers next to my chair in the living room.  I stuck it in my mouth and went back to her.  I tried to say, “Better?” but all that came out was, “Eheh.”

I think she was ignoring what I said.  She hugged me again and told me to make sure I kept it in my mouth all the time, except when I was eating or drinking something.  “And remember, I want to see drool in your pictures so I know you’re keeping it there.”

Drool.  I’d like to drool her!  I said nothing though.  With that pacifier in my mouth, she wouldn’t be able to understand what I said anyway.  She was soon gone and I was glad.  Darn woman!  Why did they always have to be so bossy?  Especially her!

I made myself something for breakfast.  And I also put a pod in the coffee maker and made a cup of coffee.  I pulled the plug from my mouth and sat down to eat and relax.  Ah!  Normality.  Normal that is, if you didn’t count that I was wearing a diaper, stockings, high heels, and my fingernails were pink.  Um…but for my life?  Yeah, it was totally normal.

Since I knew Kimmie was going to be texting to ask for pictures, probably wanting to see my pacifier first, as soon as I was done eating, I stuck the pacifier back in my mouth.  I was really getting tired of it being there.  Twenty minutes later, she texted asking for pictures of my pacifier.  I held my phone up in front of my mouth and took a picture and sent it to her.  She sent back a text saying she didn’t see any drool, so she knew I had taken it out of my mouth.

I sent back a one-word message.  Breakfast.  Funny, I got no reply.  But less than an hour later, she wanted another picture.  Yeah, yeah, this one plainly showed the drool running down my chin.  I absolutely hated the feel of that drool, just like I was starting to hate sucking on that damn plug all the time.

There were five baby bottles in the refrigerator that she said I had to drink.  Why?  Didn’t she realize that drinking those things would reduce the amount of time I spent sucking on that stupid overly large pacifier that filled my mouth?  With five bottles though, I figured that maybe my best bet would be to spread them out throughout the day.

About an hour after breakfast, I went to the refrigerator.  The five bottles were easy to spot.  Since they were all together I couldn’t miss them.  I noticed that one of them appeared to contain milk.  The others all looked like they were filled with some of her sports drinks that she was so fond of.  I didn’t exactly feel like milk just then, so I grabbed one that had blue liquid in it.  As I stuck the bottle to my mouth, I considered the situation.  It was only about 9:30 in the morning.  If I drank one of those bottles say…every hour or so, I’d have them all done and out of the way by 1:30.  Then I could change my diaper only half an hour later.  Perfect!  Yes, I knew my diaper would probably be soaked from all that extra liquid, but I’d only have to wear it that way for a little while.  Yes!  No matter how I looked at it, it seemed to be a really good idea.

Wrong!

Look.  I don’t know what those sports drinks did to me, but they kept me peeing…a lot!  And trust me, after wearing diapers for as long as I had now, peeing in them was no problem at all.  It had not only gotten easier with time, it was now too easy.  There were times when I barely knew I was doing it.  But not that day.  That day I fully realized every time I needed to pee, and I knew I had to pee badly every time, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold it back at all.  Not that holding it back was even anything I considered anymore.  Why should it be?  I had no choice but to go in my diaper, and I was always wearing a diaper.  Yeah, peeing in my diaper had gotten a lot easier for me since I started all this.  Too easy.

Uh…sorry, I got a bit off track there.  Let’s see.  Oh yeah, those damn sports drinks.  By lunchtime my diaper was already a squishy mess between my legs.  And not only that, but I seemed to be drooling more than usual too.  After three bottles of that stuff in just three hours, I seemed to have too much liquid in my body, and it was coming out of me all over.

By the time I went in to make myself something for lunch, my diaper was super saturated.  That was a problem, but it soon became only a minor distraction compared to something else.  As I was fixing my lunch, my bowels decided they wanted to get into the act as well.  All I was doing was walking across the kitchen when the feeling hit me that I needed to go.  But that feeling hit me hard.  I stood there fighting with it, but like with peeing, I soon gave up.  Like with peeing, I was wearing a diaper.  Why should I bother trying to suffer with holding back so much?  In no time it was a major case of…yuck!  In moments my diaper wasn’t just a saturated mess, it was a stinky, smelly, nasty mess.

When you’re wearing a diaper, it’s hard to tell exactly how much comes out of you sometimes, but that time I knew for certain that it was a lot.  Ewww!  Oh, I already said yuck.  But I meant both of those things.  Eww!  Yuck!  Ugh!  And a whole lot of other words that mean basically the same thing.

Forget lunch!  All I wanted was to get changed!  Did I happen to mention change earlier?

I looked at the clock.  Noon.  Kimmie had been harping at me not to change until two.  Yeah, okay, I tried to put off changing for a few minutes, but that diaper was simply too much of a mess.  It was too uncomfortable.  Not to mention I wasn’t overly fond of the smell.  I had to put up with that smell often, and I was always glad to change and be rid of it.  And since Kimmie had stopped putting the plastic pants on me, that smell had only gotten more noticeable.  This time, it was especially true.

Kimmie always said that she would punish me if I didn’t do what she wanted.  But she never had.  Besides, if she did try to punish me, what could she possibly do?  Mostly, a lot of nothing.  I already had pink fingernails.  I already had a shaved body.  I already wore diapers all the time, not to mention had to use them.  What could she do?

Realizing that, and wanting very much to get out of that overly messy diaper, I headed for my bathroom.  Most of the time I didn’t take another shower in the afternoon to get myself clean again, but sometimes I did.  This was one of those times when I felt it was necessary.

If I wasn’t going to take a shower, I wouldn’t have had to undress completely, but the shower made undressing necessary.  After removing what little clothes I had on, I got into the shower before peeling myself out of that diaper so it would limit the mess.  I was glad I had done that much.  I washed myself thoroughly, then I stuck that smelly diaper into the diaper pail trash.  After just doing that, I went back into the shower to clean myself again.

By the time I was completely dressed and came out of my room, Kimmie had texted me several times wondering why I hadn’t answered her texts and sent me some pictures.  In fact, she was getting worried about me.  She thought maybe I had hurt myself somehow.  I texted back that I was fine, then I sent her a picture of my fresh diaper and another one of the plug in my mouth, even though there was no sign of any drool.

I didn’t get an answer from her for another hour.  I guess she had a class or something.  But when I got that answer, it came in the form of a phone call instead of a text.  When my phone rang, I naturally answered it.  “Hello?”

“Gramps!” Kimmie’s angry voice came back.  “You changed your diaper, and it’s not two o’clock yet.  I told you, no changes until two!  And I didn’t see one bit of drool in that pacifier picture either.  What’s going on?”

“What’s going on?  Kimmie, I was a mess, and it was awful.  I had to change.  I couldn’t stand being in that diaper any longer.”

“Aw!  Poor baby.  Can’t put up with a bit of shit in the back of his diaper.”

“It was more than a bit.  Trust me.”

“We’ll talk about this when I get home Gramps.  Now send me a pacifier picture, and there had better be some drool on your chin.”

Ugh!

When Kimmie got home that evening, I was in my chair where I usually was, fleece blanket covering my embarrassingly dressed body and the pacifier still between my lips.  I had gone ahead and finished the other two baby bottles and once again my diaper was getting pretty saturated.  Fortunately, no stinky mess.  Kimmie marched herself straight up to my chair and stood between me and the TV.  “Okay Gramps,” she said.  “You know perfectly well that I didn’t want you changing until two o’clock, but you did.”

I pulled the pacifier out and threw it on the end table next to me.  “Kimmie, I needed it.”

“Tough!” she replied angrily.  “I wanted you to enjoy that mess.”

“Trust me, I wasn’t enjoying it at all.  That’s why I changed.”

She shook her head.  “I can see we’re going to need to do something so you get the point that you’re the baby in this relationship, and I’m the adult.  Babies don’t make decisions and they do what they’re told!”

“Kimmie…”

“Which one of us wears the baby diapers?” she threw back sternly.  “Which one of us sucks on a baby pacifier?” she threw out as well.  “Which one of us then is a baby?”  She stared me down for a moment then turned.  “I’ll be right back.”

I watched her leave.  As far as I was concerned, she could stay away.  Unfortunately, she came back.  This time with a bag in her hand.  She came right up to my chair, blocking the TV again.  She reached down and pulled my blanket off my body in one angry swoosh.  “Up!” she ordered.

I looked at her angrily, but she didn’t wait even a moment.  She reached out, grabbed one of my arms, and pulled…hard!  She literally pulled me out of that chair, and I hadn’t even lowered the footrest.  She kept her hold on my arm and pulled me right into my bedroom where she literally pushed me onto my bed.  Was she going to change my diaper?  Now?  Maybe she was going to put my night diaper on me.  But all those thoughts were wrong.  With that bag still in her hand, she climbed up on the bed and sat on me!  Backwards!  So that all I could see was her back.

“Kimmie!  What are you doing?”

“Hush!” she said sternly with her back to me.  “And where’s your pacifier?”

“By my chair,” I told her.

“Why isn’t it in your mouth where it belongs?”

“Because I was trying to talk to you when you pulled me out of my seat.”

She said nothing for a moment, then replied, “We’ll get it as soon as I’m done here.”

“What are you doing?” I asked again.

“Hush!  And I mean it,” she yelled, her back still to me.

She was heavy, sitting on my chest, but at least she was far enough down that I could still breathe…somewhat.  It was just difficult.  With her body holding me down and blocking my view, I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I felt her unfastening my diaper and pulling it down between my legs.  Then I heard her opening that bag she had brought.  What was in it?

Suddenly, I felt her grabbing my penis, and a moment later, I got the shock of my life when it felt like she was trying to push something right up inside it.  It had to be the weirdest feeling in the world.

“Kim…Kim…stop…Kimmie…what are you doing?”

“Hush!” she yelled again.

Whatever she was doing stopped, and a moment later I felt something else new.  Something cold was pushed up under my balls and around the top of my penis and then she was squeezing that something awfully tight.  “Kimmie…” I started to say and then grunted at the pressure she was exerting on me down there.

“I told you to hush!  Don’t say a word.”

“But…”

“Hush!”

I tried to push her off me, but with her legs straddling my body I couldn’t budge her an inch.  And then I felt something cold and hard pushing against the tip of my penis where she had inserted whatever it was.  And that pushing kept going, pushing harder and harder, further and further.  Crushing my penis down the length of it.  I felt her doing something else that I couldn’t figure out, and then her hands were gone and my penis felt like it was still all scrunched up.  I tried pushing her body up with my stomach again, but as before, I got nowhere.  In fact, as far as I could tell, she was ignoring my efforts.

She leaned down and grabbed my legs and pulled them up…high!  Way up.  Pulling my butt off the bed.  She held everything there like that with one arm while her other arm snaked under me then came back again.  Then she let my legs drop.

“Oof!” I grunted.  I expected her to tell me to hush, but she was too intent on what she was doing.  Then her hands were back on that thing again and I realized she had pulled some kind of strap under my bottom that she was now trying to attach to that thing on my cock.  And she pulled…and pulled.  Making that strap tighter and tighter, and consequently forcing that thing on my cock to dig further and further into my body.  She leaned down and spent a few moments doing something else, then her hands were gone again and everything stayed just like it was.

Yes, yes.  I had looked at all the porn on the internet.  It was one of my favorite pastimes…still.  I had figured out pretty quickly that she had put some kind of chastity device on my cock.  I could tell from how cold and heavy it was that it was metal, and I could tell by how scrunched up my cock was that it was small.  Maybe very small.

And then, while she was still sitting on top of me, she reached down and pulled that same soaked diaper up between my legs again and firmly fastened the thing in place.  Why couldn’t she at least have put a fresh diaper on me?  It was still hours until I’d get my night diaper.

“There,” she said as she patted the front of my diaper.  She sounded awfully satisfied.  I certainly wasn’t!  Finally, she climbed off me.

“What the hell was that?” I demanded.

She shook her head.  “I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now,” she told me.

I sat up on the bed.  “You locked me up!”

She giggled.  “Yeah.  I did.  I figured I needed a good way to punish you, so I bought that thing.”  She laughed again.  “I’ve been dying for a chance to use it on you.”

“Take it off!”

She laughed again.  “Gramps.  You know better than to ask.  You already know it’s not coming off until I take it off.”

“When?” I demanded angrily.

“Oh…I think about a week should do it…unless you’re bad again.  Then I’ll add more days.”  Once again she laughed.  “Knowing you, you might never get out of it.”

I was fuming.  Damn woman!

“I’m sure you could tell that that thing isn’t exactly very big,” she said.

I just glared back at her angrily.  She didn’t appear to care.

“That chastity device is not just the smallest, but the flattest one I could find, so that hopefully you’ll get the idea that when you’re wearing it, you don’t have a penis at all.  In fact, that’s how I want you to think about it.  I want you to forget that you’ve got a penis.  Maybe you never did.  Won’t that be fun?”

Fun?  She had to be kidding.  “For who?”

“You!  And me,” she added with another little laugh.  “Now go find your pacifier.  And then you can help me make dinner.”

Darn woman!

As I grabbed my pacifier, my other hand was busy trying to feel whatever I could through that diaper.  Strangely, I couldn’t feel much of anything at all.  I prodded as much as possible, but there was just nothing big enough to tell me anything.  In fact, I couldn’t feel anything much under that wet diaper at all, especially not my penis.  For all intents and purposes, the thing felt like it was gone.  Kimmie had said she was doing all of this sissy baby stuff so I could enjoy it and have some fun.  What kind of fun was I going to have now?  None!

It didn’t take me long to realize that for some unknown reason, I couldn’t seem to hold back as much as I could before whenever I needed to pee.  I had felt her putting something up inside my penis when she put that thing on me.  Probably a tube of some sort.  I was guessing that tube was the reason for that.  Just great.  My diapers would probably be wetter than ever.  Not what I needed.

That night, I was intently watching TV, trying desperately to ignore that darn thing she had locked onto me, not to mention ignore my pink fingernails, not to mention ignore…oh, you get the picture.  Ignore it all.  The TV show was interesting at least, but halfway through it, right at eight thirty, Kimmie suddenly turned the TV off.  She got up from her chair and stood in front of me.

I pulled out my pacifier to ask the question.  “What’s going on?”

She held out her hand toward me.  “Come on Gramps.  Let’s go.”

I let the footrest down on my chair.  “Go where?”

“To your room of course.  It’s time for your nighttime diaper.”

I sat there and stared up at her.  “But it’s only eight thirty.”

“Yeah.  And it’s time to change you for bed.  Now let’s go.”

There was more than a bit of a staring match between the two of us before I got out of the chair.  Holding my hand like a child, she led me into the bedroom.  “Paci!” she ordered without turning around to look at me.

I wanted to hit her, but I stuck the darn pacifier back into my mouth.

Diaper off, diaper on…yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.  I tried to get a bit of a look at that thing she had put on me, but on my back I couldn’t really see anything.  My hand tried to touch it, but all I felt was something totally flat before she knocked my hand away.

“Don’t bother,” she told me.  “There’s nothing there for you to see or feel anymore.”  She leaned over toward my head and looked me right in the eyes.  “Nothing!”  Then she went back to getting me ready for bed.

When she was done, I expected to go out to the living room to continue watching TV, but Kimmie had other ideas.  “No you don’t!” she told me.  “You were bad today.  You can go to bed now, not later.”

“But…” I started to say, even though with that pacifier in my mouth, the only thing that came out was more like, “Uh!”

“Ten o’clock is too late a bedtime for babies anyway.  From now on we’re going to make it a bit earlier.  But tonight, your bedtime is now.  So climb in.”

She stood there staring me down until I got into bed.  She arranged the covers over my body, then said, “I’ll be back in a minute with your bottle.”

While she was gone, my hands tried to do more exploring of that thing she put on me, but even though my diaper was now dry, it was a thicker diaper than before and I could tell even less than with the last one.

A few minutes later, my light was off and I was nursing on a bottle of warm milk.  My mind was in overdrive.  As soon as that bottle was finished, I rolled over and tried my best to hump the mattress.  I tried and tried.  I tried this, and I tried that, but it all had the same result.  Nothing.  I couldn’t get any stimulation or even pressure to any part of me under that diaper at all.  I went at it uselessly for a while before I gave up.

Now what was I going to do?  And worse, my predicament had me more turned on and needful than I wanted to be.  It was a no-win situation.  How was I going to deal with it?  What was I going to do?

I was going to kill that woman one of these days.  Darn woman!