Gramps - Chapter 12

 

Gramps

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 12

 

When males are born, they’re born with a certain piece of anatomy that tells the doctors that, yup, it’s a boy.  For males, having that piece of anatomy is like a sacred contract.  A type of vow.  Kind of like the line in the old marriage vows that says, “To have and to hold from this day forward.”  But now, that vow had been broken, and not by me.  Kimmie broke it.

I could no longer hold it.  I could no longer even touch it.  And as far as having it, I wasn’t sure I even had it anymore.  Did I?  For all intents and purposes, I didn’t.  To have and to hold from this day forward.  As far as Kimmie was concerned, I didn’t have it, which meant that I certainly couldn’t hold it.  As far as I was concerned, the darn thing was basically gone.

I got to explore that little device a bit more during my morning shower the next day, but the truth was there wasn’t much for me to explore.  It was just a flat metal disk that stuck out…well, that’s just it, it didn’t stick out from my body at all.  Basically, other than my balls, the rest of it was flat to my body.  And it was all firmly attached to the point where I knew without a doubt that it wasn’t going anywhere.  Especially with that strap locked onto it that went all the way around my body.

To have and to hold.  Was I even still a male?  I got the impression that Kimmie would rather that I wasn’t.

My outfit that Kimmie gave me to wear was simply more same ol…same ol, except with one of her sweatshirts.  Before leaving, she not only made sure that my pacifier was firmly in my mouth, but she also made sure to remind me about the five baby bottles that were once again in the refrigerator waiting for me.  And then she said, “Oh, and I’m expecting a few more packages today.  Can you let me know when they come in?”

“Packages?”

“Yeah.  I bought some stuff.”

She wasn’t exactly being very forthcoming with the information.  “I guess,” I agreed.

“Good.”  She hugged and kissed me.  “Have a good one,” she told me before heading out the door.  I guess for her, life was just the same as always.  I didn’t consider my new life the same as always at all.

I opened the refrigerator and checked the baby bottles.  Five.  Like yesterday.  Two of them held milk though.  After yesterday, I wasn’t exactly fond of her sports drinks anymore.

I had my breakfast, but no coffee this time.  And when I was done, I made sure to put that darn pacifier back in my mouth…and let it drool.  Ugh!  I hated that.

Five baby bottles to drink.  I put off having any of them until later.  I had one with the blue sports drink for lunch at noon.  I had another one with orange stuff in it at one.  And I had another orange one at one thirty.  I had done a lot of drinking from the baby bottles and my mouth was tired and a bit sore.  It did give me a chance to explain why there was no drool in my pacifier pictures.  I’m sure though that Kimmie got a bigger kick out of how wet my diaper was suddenly getting.  Yeah, I held back as much as I could, but what the heck?  I was wearing a diaper.

Um…something I had to get used to though was that I couldn’t feel the pee coming out of my crushed penis at all.  I guess I had that darn tube inside me to thank for that.  I  couldn’t feel it coming out, but I certainly could feel the effects of all that pee as soon as it got out of me.  Wet!  And warm.  And…um…fun.  Don’t tell Kimmie!

Wonder of wonders, at one forty-five, my bowels erupted and my diaper became another big mess.  Not nearly as bad as the day before, but pretty darn nasty.  I took a picture of it at one minute after two and then went in to change.  A little while later, I was a happy camper again.  Clean and dry.  Well, maybe not entirely happy.  I wanted to hump my bed, or hump something so bad I couldn’t stand it.  But to what purpose?  Certainly not the purpose I wanted.  I went to the internet to look at my sissy baby porn instead.  No, it didn’t help, but it didn’t really hurt either…much.

Whoever delivered packages to our house lately was sneaky.  I never heard him.  Ever!  I just looked outside and if there were packages, so be it.  The ones for me I got a notice on my phone telling me they were there.  Kimmie’s…well, I guess she probably got a notice on her phone like I did.

About three in the afternoon, I got up the courage to open the front door, poke just my head out, and check.  Bingo!  Packages.  Several of them.  I desperately searched all around and didn’t see anyone, which meant that nobody could see me.  I pulled all the packages inside and closed the door.  Whew!  Safe!

I got my phone out and sent a text off to Kimmie telling her that her “stuff” had arrived.

She sent back that she wanted another picture of my diaper, and it had better be wet.

I had just changed it!  Damn the girl.  I forced myself to wet it as much as I could, and took the picture.  Then I retired to my recliner to throw that fleece blanket over me and watch some TV.

The only time I got up was to get those other two baby bottles and drink them before Kimmie got home, which of course gave me the pleasure of sitting in my chair and wetting myself profusely a number of times.  What fun!  It would just be more fun without that steel contraption attached to my nether regions.

“Gramps!” I’m home.

Kimmie.  I looked at the clock.  She was only a few minutes later than usual, which in itself was usual.  She often had to stay later for different reasons.  A minute later, she was walking toward me…and I nearly came out of my chair in shock.  She wasn’t alone.  There was a guy following her.  I started to yell, but that damn pacifier had my mouth plugged.

“Gramps,” Kimmie said as she stopped in front of me.  “This is Kyle.  He’s the guy I’ve been going out with.”

I looked back and forth between the two of them a few times in desperate fear.  Finally, I pulled that plug from my mouth.  “Kimmie.  What are you doing?”

She smiled.  “Don’t worry Gramps.  He knows all about you.”

“He what?” I roared.

“He’s here to help me with some of the stuff that came in today.”

“Help…  But Kimmie…”

“Kyle is the computer teacher at the school.  Isn’t that cool?”

I again looked back and forth between them.  Kyle simply looked a me with a very amused look on his face.  But then, my body was still covered up by my blanket…and I was glad!

Kimmie turned to walk away.  “Come on Kyle, let’s open those boxes.”  She turned back toward me.  “Pizza tonight Gramps.  That’s why we’re late.”

The two of them were soon gone…from in front of me, but not from my house!

As soon as they were gone from the living room, I got out of my chair and hurried straight into my bedroom, where I closed the door behind me.  What was I going to do?  Why, why, why had she brought him here?  It wasn’t right.  I didn’t want him here.  I didn’t want or ask for any of this.  And now she had brought a total stranger right here, into my house and let him see.  Fortunately, most of me had been covered by my blanket.

I laid down on my bed and fumed over the issue, and worried about it even more.  Yeah, I really was going to kill Kimmie one of these days.  Darn woman!

And then my door suddenly opened and both Kimmie and Kyle came in.  “What are you doing?” I asked, shocked that they would not only invade my personal space, but that now Kyle could see me in all my stupid glory.  But what caught my attention even more, was the stuff they were carrying.  Kimmie had a box in her hands, and Kyle was carrying my stepladder that they must have gotten out of the workshop garage out in the backyard…that Kimmie had locked me out of.  If Kyle had looked like he was amused before, it was nothing like the way he looked at me now.

Instead of answering my question, Kimmie said, “I put a bottle out for you next to the pizza.  Drink it.  And Gramps, go get something to eat.  We’re going to be a while.”

“A while?  Doing what?”

“Go eat.  You’ll see soon enough,” she told me.

Not wanting to be in the same room with them, especially Kyle, I stuck my pacifier back in my mouth, got up, and left.  Yeah, there was a bottle of that blue stuff sitting right next to the three pizza boxes on the counter.  I grabbed a slice of pizza and the bottle while my mind whirled with everything that was suddenly going on…in my house…in front of the way I was dressed!  Um…I couldn’t eat or drink anything until I pulled that darn pacifier from my mouth.  I only got a little of the pizza sauce on it before I realized that.

By the time they came out of my room, I had finished two slices of pizza, drank about half that dumb bottle, and was back in my chair watching TV, with the blanket over me while I sipped from the bottle.  They came out bringing the stepladder and a couple of empty boxes with them. 

Kimmie stopped and looked around.  “Maybe we should do here next,” Kimmie decided, still looking around the room.

“Fine,” Kyle replied.  “It’s got to be done anyway.”

“Yeah, and if we do it now, then Gramps can get back to watching TV in peace while we do the rest of the house.”

Rest of the house?  What were they doing?

“We’re done in your room,” Kimmie told me.  “But you can stay here and watch TV if you want.  You won’t bother us.”

Won’t bother them?  Well, they were certainly bothering me.

“Where do you think?” Kimmie asked Kyle.  The two of them seemed to discuss things for a bit. 

Instead of watching the TV, I watched as Kyle set up the step ladder in the corner of the room across from where the TV was.  He climbed up to the ceiling there with a box Kimmie had handed him.  And then he started fastening something to the ceiling there in the corner.  It only took him a few minutes.  I got the impression he had done that before.  When he climbed down from the stepladder, he and Kimmie fussed over her phone for a while, doing…something.  I couldn’t tell what.  I stared at that thing he had attached to the ceiling.  And then it dawned on me what it was.  A camera!

“A camera?” I exclaimed, coming half out of my chair.

“Of course,” Kimmie replied.  “I told you, I think they’ll be great.  I can monitor you from school with my phone to make sure you’re okay.”

Somehow, I didn’t think that was the real reason for the cameras.

“We’re putting them all over the house,” she added.  “Well, downstairs anyway.  That way I can see you wherever you go.”

“Wherever I go?  I’m gonna go crazy!”

She laughed, then turned to Kyle.  “Let’s do the kitchen next.  And we still have to figure out what to do with the extra cameras.”

Extra cameras?  I didn’t even want to think about that.  Two minutes later, Kimmie was in front of me.  She grabbed my pacifier from the table next to me and stuck it in my mouth.  “Suck!” she ordered, then watched until I complied.  She shook her head.  “We really need to teach you how to suckle properly.  But not tonight.”  She turned and walked off toward the kitchen.

Without leaving my chair, I followed their progress all around the downstairs level of the house.  And I mean everywhere, including the laundry room and garage!  They even went out to the porch, and although I couldn’t see it, I thought they might have put a camera on the outside patio.  While they were out there, I chanced getting up long enough to grab another slice of pizza.  I was well sequestered under my blanket long before they came back inside.  But they didn’t stay inside very long.  They went out the front door and put another camera there.

Finally, they came back inside…then went out the back door again.  When they came back, the ladder was gone.  They were both soon gone, upstairs to Kimmie’s room.  They weren’t up there too long.  Right at eight o’clock, Kyle stayed in the kitchen while Kimmie pulled me out of  my chair and dragged me into my bedroom.  I got changed and diapered for the night.  I expected her to put me to bed but she told me I could watch TV until nine o’clock.  I went back to the TV and both Kimmie and her boyfriend disappeared upstairs again.

My new bedtime came and Kimmie was back, this time with Kyle watching.  She dragged me in my undignified state out of the living room and put me to bed.  While I waited for her to bring me my bottle, my eyes locked onto the new addition to my room, the camera in the corner of the ceiling.  Could they see me with the light off?  I hoped not.  A few minutes later, the light was off and I was drinking my warm bottle of milk.

Cameras.  Watched.  Suddenly, my house felt more like a prison.  Come to think of it, I hadn’t been out of it in forever, except for those few trips to the grocery store.  But I wasn’t sure I wanted to get out of it.  Except…now it felt more like a prison than ever, and I wanted to be away from it.  Away from my house.  Away from all the things I had to put up with in my life, and away from Kimmie…oh yeah, and her boyfriend.  Away from it all!

Darn woman.