Too Old to be Young - Chapter 23

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 23

 

Did he, or didn’t he?  He honestly couldn’t remember.  In the grand scheme of things, it really didn’t matter.  But…in the grand scheme of things, it mattered a lot!  So, did he, or didn’t he?  Of course, he hadn’t exactly been thinking about it.  All night long the ending of his story seemed to saturate his mind.  He had thought and dreamed of little else all night.  So if he didn’t remember, he guessed he had a good excuse.

He pried his legs out of bed and sat up.  He already knew his diaper was huge.  Bloated.  And for one of those nighttime diapers, that was saying something.  But then, his night diapers were always that way in the mornings.  He got to his feet and waddled out toward his kitchen, still contemplating the same problem.  Did he or didn’t he.  He peed as he walked down the hallway.  It registered, but not much.  Not enough to distract him from his problem.  Did he, or didn’t he?

Did he wet himself while he slept last night or not?  As he fixed his coffee maker he tried to wrack his brain for an answer, but he honestly couldn't remember waking up to pee at all.  All he could remember was thinking about the ending of his story – all night long!  He had been too distracted by it to think about whether he needed to pee or not.  Was that progress?  Or not.  He finally decided that no, it wasn’t progress at all.  Still…it was curious.  Interesting too.

Did he?  Or didn’t he?

Once his coffee maker was working, he got to work too.  He had dreamed about the ending of this story for a while now.  He had dreamed intensely about it all last night.  It was time to get those thoughts and images down into words and finish the thing.  Put it, and him, out of its misery.

In the back of his mind, he didn’t forget for one minute that it was Tuesday.  In the back of his mind, he didn’t forget that just hours from now, Jackie and all her demented friends would find some way to make his entire life even more of a living hell.  But believe it or not, and he still had a hard time believing it, that was exactly what he had signed up for.  How much longer would it go on?  How much more could they do to him?  How much more could he stand?  But how much he could stand didn’t seem to matter.  He…and they…had fixed things so he couldn’t back out.  He had no choice, because that’s what he had asked for.  No choice.  And somehow, they had done it.  That much was a fact.  He had no choice in any of what they saddled him with, week in and week out.

But all that was still secondary to the one main thing on his mind.  Finishing his story.  And what a story it turned out to be.  It still boggled his mind.

“Hi Jim,” the voice called, seemingly earlier than usual. 

He glanced at the time on his computer.  Was it that late already?  Where had the time gone?  “Morning,” he called back before he went back to his typing.

Jackie found him in his office.  “Hi Jim,” she said again as she went in, noticing that once again he was hard at work.  How long was this story of his?  Or was it a new one?  By now, she figured it had to be something new.

“Hi,” He muttered back, still intent on his typing. 

“Keep working,” she told him with a pat on his back.  “I’m in no hurry.”

Jim kept typing, trying to get his ideas down.

She went into his bedroom and came back a minute later, and shoved his pacifier up against his lips.  “When are you going to learn about that thing?”

“He looked up at her, his eyes furious, yet with the pacifier covering his lips she could only laugh and turn her head away.  She really did get a kick out of seeing him sucking on the thing.

Five minutes later, she had him unlocked and she watched as he disappeared into his bathroom.  She wandered through his room, mostly through his closet, picking things out to try and convince him to wear today.  Oh yes!  Today, that was going to be a must!  She chuckled, wondering who was getting the most fun out of this arrangement today, her, or him?

When he came out, she padded his bottom thoroughly with not one, but two of his nighttime diapers.  He wasn’t going to be getting his legs even close to each other anytime today.  After that, she handed him his pair of white tights.  Jim looked at her trying to show how irritated he was with what she was trying to make him wear, but she knew better and laughed.  “You love it, and you know it, now put them on.”

Reluctantly, Jim sat on the bed and pulled them up his legs and over the incredible bulk of his diapers.  Somehow, he wasn’t the least bit surprised when she handed him his breast forms and a bra.  And of course, all that got locked onto him when he put his onesie on, and she clicked the lock shut behind his back.  No getting out of it now.  It was the damn super bulk of the diapers though that caused him the most distress.  Mostly because of his overpowering need for some relief!  The super bulk was making him hornier than he already had been, even though his penis, trapped in that stupid chastity device barely existed.  And it didn’t exist enough to give him the least bit of pleasure.

Jackie set out the other things she wanted him to wear, his little girl dress and the lockable little girl Mary-Jane shoes with the big white bows on the top.

“You’re joking!” Jim complained.

Jackie laughed.  “Jim, this entire thing is one big joke to me, and I find it funny.  Besides, you love it.  Now put those shoes on so I can lock them.”

Two minutes later, he was unable to remove the shoes, just like he was unable to remove everything else he was wearing.  Jackie left him there like that for him to put the dress on himself.

“See you for lunch,” Jackie called as she headed for the door.  “And don’t forget that pacifier!  Don’t let me walk in here later this morning and catch you without it.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t see me till lunch!” Jim called back.

The sound of Jackie’s laughter reached his ears from the hallway.  “Lunch for sure, but knowing you’re stuck in that outfit, with that dress, is probably going to keep me coming back lots of times today.  All day!”  Jim heard her laughing again as the front door opened and closed. 

Damn his life was ridiculous.  The pressure on his compressed cock increased as he put the dress on.  How was he going to concentrate enough to finish his story dressed like this today?  Pacifier in mouth, he waddled out to the kitchen and refilled one of his small koozie covered baby bottles with coffee.  He pulled the plug from his mouth and stuck the nipple from the bottle in instead.  Coffee!  Even from a baby bottle it was the stuff of life.  He was going to leave the pacifier behind on the kitchen counter, but he thought better of that idea.  He stuck it in his mouth as he waddled back to his desk to finish his story.

Somehow, he managed to write, despite everything he was wearing that day, and despite the damn pacifier he kept stuck in his mouth.  In fact, normally, he often chewed on his bottle nipples as he worked.  Chewing on the pacifier was a lot easier, and his fingers didn’t have to leave the keyboard while he did it.

He was down almost to the very end of the story when he suddenly felt a hand touch his shoulder.  He jumped and turned, momentarily startled.  “Oh, it’s you,” he said, the pacifier still in his mouth.

Jackie laughed.  “I just had to pop over for a look to see you,” she said, the glee in her eyes was hard to miss.  Her hand reached out and tapped the pacifier in his mouth.  “Just where it belongs,” she said with another laugh.  “Stand up for me for a minute and let me see you.”

She was interrupting his writing.  Interrupting his thoughts, but he got up from his chair anyway and let her see the whole effect of what he was wearing.  Her laughing and lifting his skirt to get a look at the bulk of his diapers underneath didn’t help matters for him.  She suddenly rushed him and hugged him.  “You look just too precious for words,” she whispered.  With a laugh she headed for the door, turned one last time to look at him, then left. 

Too precious for words?  She needed her glasses!  In fact, now that he thought about it, she wasn’t wearing them.  Yeah, no doubt about it, Jackie, like all her friends, was simply demented.

When lunchtime came, he managed to pry himself away from his story.  Was he really going out that door dressed the way he was?  Yes, he knew for a fact that he was going to do it, and it wouldn’t be the first time he had gone over to Jackie’s house dressed that way.  Tightening his grip on his purse and tightening his teeth on his pacifier, he went out and crossed Jackie’s lawn and hurried into her carport.  He couldn’t knock on her door fast enough.  Why, oh why, did it take her so long to answer the damn door lately?

“Hi Jim,” Jackie greeted him with a big smile the moment she saw him.  

“Mm!” Jim grunted as he literally pushed his way past her.  Actually, just getting, “Mm,” out was the easiest thing to say with that pacifier in his mouth.

“Did he feel silly dressed the way he was in her house?  Yes!  Even though he had been there that was several times before, it was still embarrassing.  And for some reason, eating an entire lunch of baby food while dressed as a…toddler… seemed somehow more appropriate.

“Would you like to spend the afternoon?” Jackie invited him.  “Or are you too wrapped up in that thing you’re writing?”

“Uh…to be honest,” he replied.  “Would you mind much if I simply got back to work on it.  I’m almost done, and I seem to be somewhat obsessed with it.”

Jackie was disappointed, but she didn’t want to let him know.  “No, of course not.  See you later though?  For dinner?”

Dinner again.  Another day of two meals with her.  What was going on?  “Sure,” he agreed happily.  A minute later, he was hurrying back across her lawn, praying that none of the neighbors would see him.  Inside, he set his coffee maker working again and headed back to his desk.  Now where was he?

Two hours later, he stared at his computer screen.  He had done it.  He had finished it.  All of it.  The entire monstrous length of the thing.  So what did he need to do next?  The answer to that was easy.  He had separate documents for each of the chapters.  He needed to combine it all into one complete story.  It took him only a little while to do that.  Once done, he turned to the beginning of the thing.  Now that it was written, it was time to read through it all.  Anxious, he started at the beginning.  Yeah, he really did like the beginning of this thing.  It was perfect!

He barely got started when he was interrupted.  “Hello Jim,” Jackie’s voice called from the door to his office.

He turned, once again startled.  “Jackie.  I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Still working on it?” Jackie asked.

“Finished.  Sort of.  I was just starting to read through it to see where it needs fixing.”

“Good for you,” she said, barely interested.  “I just popped over for another look at you to see if you need…fixing.”  She laughed.  “And I already see one thing out of place.”

“Huh?  What?”

“Your pacifier!  Where is it, and why isn’t it in your mouth?  Get it!”

Ugh!  Jim got up from his chair and headed straight to the kitchen where he had left it earlier when he had filled is baby bottle.  While he was gone, Jackie looked down at his computer screen.  It was the same beginning of the story she had read once before.  She looked at the title again – The Legend of Bastien.  Strange title.  But it was his story.  She looked up as he came back into the room, pacifier him mouth.  She smiled delightedly.  The dress, the shoes, the pacifier, all of it over a monstrous bulk of diapers that his dress barely concealed.  “Precious!” she laughed.  “I could stare at you all day.”

Jim just stood there and blushed.  The minute she left, he was already planning on heading to his bedroom for some more useless humping.

“Are you all set for tonight?” Jackie asked him.

That question took some of the delight out of his needy plans.  “I guess,” he replied.

“What color nail polish did you get for this week?”

“What color?”

“Yes.  You’re supposed to have a different color every week, remember?”

Now he was going mentally crazy.  “Uh…”

“Jim…not again,” she wailed.  “You forgot last week too.  Why didn’t you buy more than one last week?  Why didn’t you buy some at the grocery store on Friday?  You had several opportunities.”

“Uh…  I wasn’t thinking,” he admitted.

“No, you weren’t!”  She shook her head.  “You better go get some now.”

“Now?”

“Well, before tonight.”

He looked down at what he was wearing.  “Okay.  Let me get changed.”

“Changed?  Change what?”

“I can’t wear this dress.  I can’t wear these shoes, or the big breasts under this onesie, and my damn diaper isn’t only wet, it’s so big I can’t hide the thing.  I seriously doubt I could get a pair of pants on over it…and that’s before I wet it all day.  You did come over just now to let me change didn’t you?  Besides, I’m a bit messy and smelly back there.”

Jackie leveled a serious look at him.  “No Jim.  I didn’t come over to let you change.  I put those two big diapers on you with the intention of you going all day without a change, and I know they can handle it.  Even one of those diapers could handle it, and you’re wearing two.  So no change.”

“But I need to go out.”

“Yes, you do!  But I’m not going to unlock you.  I guess you can change that dress you’re wearing and try to wear something else…”  She smirked and nearly laughed.  “But the truth is, you’re right.  With two of those diapers on under there, I don’t think you’re going to be able to wear pants either.”

“What am I supposed to do then?” Jim argued.

“Wear what you’ve got on.”

“This?”

“Yes!”

“No.  I can’t.  Please, unlock me so I can change.”

“Nope!  Not on our life.”

“But…I can’t.”

“Jim, you’re either going to have to go out like that, or if you like, I’ll call Pam right now and tell her to bring that Iron Maiden chastity device for you to wear for the next entire week.  I know she’d love that.  In fact, you know her well enough by now to know how much she’d enjoy it too.”

Jim realized she did have a point.  Pam could be particularly cruel.  “But…”  But he didn’t know what to say.

Jackie shook her head.  “I’ll call Pam.”  She headed for the door.

All Jim could think about was the misery and pain that device had brough him.  “No!”

Jackie stopped.  “No?  Jim, you were the one who forgot to get the nail polish…again!  You know perfectly well that you either do what we say, or you get punished.  There is no in-between.  No room for arguing.  Like I said, I’ll call Pam and let her know.”

Jim tried to imagine that horrid device…for an entire week.  “No!” he said again.

Jackie shook her head and opened the front door.  See you for dinner,” she said.

“No!  I’ll go,” Jim said quickly.  Not wanting to face that metal monster again.

“To dinner, or the store?”

It was a moment before Jim could answer.  “Both,” he said quietly, trying to imagine going into the drug store dressed the way he was.  Jackie raised her eyebrows.  “Good!”  She smiled broadly.  In fact…get your purse.  I’ll drive.”

Jim was surprised, but he shouldn’t have been.  Yeah, she would love seeing him make more of a fool of himself than he already was.

 

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Riding in her car was bad enough, but stopping in the parking lot made his nervous condition far worse.  So did the pacifier stuck between his lips for the entire journey.  As Jackie gathered up her purse, preparing to get out of the car, he stared at the doors to the drug store, contemplating how bad it would be in there.  How bad could it be?  Hopefully, not too bad at all.  There were a few other cars in the parking lot, but not a lot.

“Coming?” Jackie said as she opened her car door. 

Jim quickly pulled his pacifier from his lips and stuck it in his purse.  Just as quickly, he opened the car door, got out, and closed it again.  He was halfway to the store, hurrying as fast as he could, before Jackie got to the front of her car.  He hurried inside and headed straight to the nail polish section.  Were the other customers looking at him?  He didn’t look around to find out.  What color should he buy for this week.  He barely paused to consider the possibilities.  He reached out and grabbed the first bottle of red, then deciding it would be a good idea since he was already there, he grabbed a bottle of a dark pink.  With those two colors in hand, he turned and headed for the checkout counter.

Jackie barely got into the store when she saw him racing for the checkout.  She stopped just inside and watched as he stood behind another customer.  She nearly laughed as she saw both the cashier and the customer in front of him turn and stare at him in disbelief.  She wondered if he was wetting himself just then from the embarrassment.  And he deserved the embarrassment.  Especially the way he was dressed.  She also wondered just how much he was really enjoying that situation.  She was guessing that on some level, it was a lot!  She really needed to find ways in the future to do more things like this with him.

Because everyone was staring at him and not moving, it took them a long time for the customer in front of him to pay for his things before he could pay for his nail polish.  He finally put his wallet back into his purse, grabbed his bag, and hurried as fast as he could for the door, where he saw Jackie standing just to the side of it watching him.  “Let’s go,” he said as he approached.

“Jim,” Jackie said.  “Why hurry?  They’ve already seen you.”

“Because enough is enough.”

She laughed.  “Yeah.  And I have a feeling that on some level you’re enjoying the heck out of this.”

She was right, but he’d never admit that.  “Can we please just go home?”

“Sure,” she agreed with a chuckle.  She watched as he hurried just as fast out to her car, where he couldn’t get in because it was locked.  He was forced to stand out in the parking lot where the entire world could see him, while she sauntered slowly back to her car.  The minute she unlocked it, no surprise, he jumped in quickly.

“Paci!” she said the minute she closed her car door.

Ugh!  Things were bad enough.  But Jim pulled his pacifier from his purse and stuck it in his mouth.  “Happy?” he said sarcastically around the pacifier. 

“Oh yes,” Jackie replied with a smile.  “Very!”  With a laugh, she started her car.

 

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The dinner Jackie made for them that night was one of her better ones.  One that Jim thoroughly enjoyed, despite what he was wearing and despite the monstrous sexual need that was distracting him from nearly everything else.  And the best part of this meal was that it wasn’t baby food. 

After dinner, Jackie insisted that he might as well stay there until the girls arrived for their weekly Bridge game.  Jim could have gone home, but he didn’t.  Besides, he did enjoy spending the time with Jackie…as long as he didn’t have to leave the safety of her house.

Beverly arrived first.  The moment she got through the door she gushed about seeing all the times Jim had gone out between his house and Jackie’s house, dressed the way he was.  And then she begged to know why they had gone out together too.  Jackie told her she would discuss it when the others arrived.

As usual, Pamela and Lisa arrived together.  All the women gushed over how Jim was dressed, and all of them laughed at hearing Beverly tell them about all the times she had seen him that day.  Jackie unlocked his shoes, and she unlocked his onesie for him so he could get his white tights off to replace the nail polish on his toes while they played their game.  Jim had to practically undress down to his diapers just to get his tights off.  But once off, he stayed that way, wearing nothing but the two bulky, saturated, and smelly night diapers he had worn all day, and his bra with the breast forms in it. 

While the ladies played Bridge, he removed the pink polish that was on his toes and began to replace it with the red he had bought earlier that day.  The laughter coming from the Bridge table was easy to figure out.  It was Jackie telling them about his trip to the drug store earlier.

As the evening wore on, Jim delivered more coffee and snacks for each of them while he worked on his nails.  Eventually, his toes and his fingernails all matched in a reddish color.  How was he going to hide that?  Not that it mattered.

It seemed like forever before he heard Jackie call him.  “Oh Jim…”

He got up from the couch and went in to see what she wanted.  He noticed Lisa gathering up all the cards, preparing to put them away.

“It’s time,” Jackie told him.

Jim gulped.  He was now going to find out his fate for the rest of his foreseeable life…not to mention for the next week.

Pamela set a single die in front of him, then turned to Beverly.  “Are you recording this?”

“All set,” Beverly replied, holding a pen and their score pad ready to write on.

“Okay,” Pam replied.  “The first roll is to see if you keep that darling little chastity device on for the next week, or if you can take it off.”  She looked over at Jackie.  “Are you sure you don’t want me to get the metal thing with all the spikes in it?”

“Not this time,” Jackie replied.  “But trust me, it was close earlier.”  All the woman laughed.

Pam looked back at Jim.  “Roll!”

Jim picked up the single die and held it in his hand.  This simple roll was for the one biggest thing he wanted the most.  An odd number would mean he’d have to stay in chastity.  An even number would grant his freedom.  “Please!” he said as he tossed the die across the table.  It rolled and turned and finally stopped.

“Three!” Lisa declared.

Jim stared at it in shock.  “No!” he wailed.  “Not again!  This will be three weeks in a row.  Please!”  He stared around the table in desperation.  “Please,” he said.   “Let me try one more time.”

“No!” Pamela told him.  “Sorry Jim.  You had a fifty-fifty chance.  Better luck next time.”

Jim wanted to scream.

“What’s next?” Lisa asked.

“Dinners with Jackie,” Pam replied.  Tomorrow first.

Seven times Jim rolled the single die again while Beverly recorded the results.  Wednesday – five – dinner.  Thursday – one – breakfast.  Friday – two – breakfast again.  Saturday – two – breakfast again.  Sunday – six – dinner.  Monday – two – breakfast again.  And Tuesday – four – lunch.

“It’s a good thing we bought baby cereal when we went shopping last week,” Jackie said.  “Last week there were no breakfasts at all.  This week there are what, four?”

“Four,” Beverly confirmed.  “Four breakfasts, two dinners, and one lunch.”

“No problem,” Jackie said.  “We got enough baby food to cover practically anything.  Not to mention…”  She looked up at Jim.  “Where’s your paci?”

Jim rolled his eyes and went back to the sofa and retrieved it from his purse.  He came back to the table with it in his mouth, while all the women went into a fit of laughter.

“Okay,” Jackie said as their laughter died down.  “It’s time to let you know what’s new for you from now on.”

Jim suddenly felt himself peeing again.  Nerves!  He was half betting they were going to require him to keep a pacifier in his mouth at all times from now on.  But Jackie surprised him.

“Last week was the baby food to satisfy your baby side, so this week we look at your other side again.”

“Other side?”

“As soon as you get your shoes on, we’re all going back to your house.  When we leave, you’re going to have only one pair of pants left to wear.  Tomorrow morning, you and I are going shopping again, when you’re going to buy yourself at least three new pairs of pants along with at least two skirts or dresses.  And Jim, I’m not talking about buying men’s pants.  They’re going to be ladies’ pants.  Nice ones.  Ones that I approve of.”

Jim was still trying to take that in.

“Then as soon as we get back to your house, you’re going to lose your last pair of men’s pants…forever!  From now on, from the waist down, you’ll be wearing ladies’ things.  Either women’s slacks, or a skirt…or a dress if you want.  I’m sure we would all love to see that.”

Jim stared at her and swallowed, still trying to take all that in.  Women’s pants or skirts from now on.  Women’s things from the waist down.  He already only had women’s shoes to wear.

Despite having just peed, he peed again.

 

Too Old to be Young - Chapter 22

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 22

 

Dinner.  If you could call it that.  He had arrived with the pacifier in his mouth, only because she had phoned and told him to be sucking on it, but at least it was gone while he was eating.  Whatever it was he was eating.  Baby food.  It was difficult to figure out just what every mushy thing was on the plate in front of him.  Everything seemed to have the exact same consistency – mush.  Thin mush.  If it had been any thinner it would have been soup.  There were different colored things – the brown stuff he figured was meat of some kind, although when he asked Jackie what kind, she just smiled and said guess.  The rest of it was some kind of vegetables.  Green and orange.  Other than that, he wasn’t totally sure, although he had a suspicion that the orange gunk was carrots.  And for eating baby food, did she have to pile so much of it on his plate?  A little was bad enough.

He did figure out what was in his baby bottle though.  Apple juice.  He knew they hadn’t bought any at the store earlier that day, but he seemed to remember her buying some last week when they went shopping.  Now he was drinking it.  Without a doubt, it had far more flavor than the rest of his dinner.  In fact, the rest of his dinner didn’t have much flavor at all.  Consequently, none of it tasted very good.    

At least she didn’t try to spoon feed him.  He had to do that for himself…with just a spoon.  No other utensils were at his place at the table.  But really, if he had any other utensils, what would he do with them?  There was certainly nothing on his plate he could use a knife or fork with.  He had barely eaten anything before he knew what he was going to do as soon as dinner was over.  Go home and make something else to eat…and eat it!

Other than what he was eating though, his first dinner of only baby food was somewhat enjoyable.  It didn’t last very long though, not because of eating just baby food, but Jackie had to get ready for her weekly Wednesday night Bridge game at the Community Center.  Jim went home and fixed himself a sandwich to help get the bad taste of the baby food out of him mouth.  A sandwich, and lots of coffee!

 

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When he woke up Thursday morning, he certainly remembered taking the pacifier from his mouth, just like he remembered getting frustrated with the recordings and taking the headphones off, just like he remembered waking up three times to pee again.  Damn!  Those recordings weren’t doing anything at all!

His diaper was certainly bloated though.  He wondered how it could get that wet with just the few times he remembered waking up to pee, but of course, he was sure that he was dribbling more into his diaper each time he woke up and was simply too tired and too wet to notice.  Damn recordings.  He needed to find better ones.

He got up out of bed and waddled out towards the kitchen, wondering if his diaper felt heavier than ever.  It was always soaked.  He just wondered if it was more soaked today.  But then he had been peeing a lot last night.  Too much coffee!  He also had to wonder if that apple juice or the baby food he had eaten had anything to do with it.  He had no way of knowing though.

He set his coffee maker working and headed to his desk.  He had done enough work on his new very long story that he thought he was getting near the end of it now.  As he thought ahead, he was guessing just two or three more chapters.  The darn thing was an entire book!  And he only wrote short stories.  He had to admit, so far, the thing had turned out to be far different than he had expected, especially in the later chapters.

An hour later, he was drinking coffee while he worked on his story when his door opened an hour later, and Jackie walked in.

“Hi Jim,” she called.

“In here,” Jim replied as he tried to finish typing a paragraph before he stopped for his shower.

“Where’s your paci?” she asked as she noticed it wasn’t in his mouth.

“In the bedroom,” Jim replied as he kept working, typing as fast as he could.

“How’s the story coming?” she asked, noticing what he was working on.

“Pretty good…I think,” he replied.  “Not that it matters.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m the only one who’s ever going to read it.”

“Why?”

“Because I only write for myself.”

“What if I wanted to read it?”

“Don’t!  Besides, I’m very sure you wouldn’t like it.”  He finished typing and grabbed his bottle and took a quick drink of what little was left in it.  Two minutes later she was unlocking his onesie for him.  But before sending him into the shower, she grabbed his pacifier from the bed and shoved it back into his mouth.  With a laugh she sent him to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

While Jim was in the bathroom she wandered back to his computer and took a quick look at what he had been typing.  Oh my!  What she read wasn’t anything at all like the little bits she had read previously.  What the heck kind of story was it?  She had a feeling she would never know.  She went back to his bedroom where she grabbed a few things for him to wear from his closet.

When Jim came out of his shower, she put two of his daytime diapers on him, “talked” him into wearing pantyhose, then locked the diapers and pantyhose under another onesie.  Then she literally threw the skirt and blouse at him that she had pulled from his closet for him to wear. 

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be micromanaging everything for me,” Jim complained, including what clothes I wear every day.”

“I’m not,” Jackie replied.  “If you don’t want to wear them, then don’t.  I just figured you say you want to do it all for fun, but I never see you wearing any of it.  I’m just trying to give you a chance to have that fun.”

“Yeah, except I’m still locked up for another week!”

“And you said you still get a lot of enjoyment out of it.  Are you trying to tell me that wearing things like that isn’t any fun at all when you’re locked in that chastity device?”

“No.  I’m just saying that I can’t get the additional fun I’m really after.”

She smiled.  “So wearing that stuff is still fun, right?”

“Of course, it just…”

“Then wear it and enjoy it.  Just because you can’t enjoy something else doesn't mean you can’t enjoy that.”  She headed for the door.  “Now I’ll see you for lunch today.”

“Lunch!  But I thought it was supposed to be for dinner again.”

“It is, but I figured we may as well enjoy lunch again too.  Oh, and you better bring two more of your daytime diapers with you when you come.  I’ll change you there.  Oh…”  She smiled wickedly.  “And stick that pacifier back in your mouth and keep it there!”  She stared at him for a moment more with her wicked smile until she saw him go back to the bathroom and come out with the pacifier in his mouth.  She laughed.  “See you for lunch Jim.”  With that she was gone.

Jim stared after her until he heard his front door open and close again.  Damn her!  He pulled the pacifier from his mouth, then instead of putting it down, stuck it back in again.  Deciding what clothes to put on for the day was easy.  He grabbed the skirt and blouse she had pulled out for him.

 

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Damn he hated his life!  But the truth was…damn, he was enjoying his life.  The excitement was often more than he could stand…which didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it.  He was just petrified more often than not.  Just before lunch, he stood in front of his door wearing two soaked diapers, pantyhose, a onesie, a blouse, a skirt, and his red high heels.  His fingernails were pink, and his hands held his purse and two more of his daytime diapers.  And in his mouth was a pacifier.  Pathetic!  Simply pathetic!  With a sigh, he opened his front door and stepped out into his carport.  He closed his door and hurried across the lawn, very aware of not only how he had to look, but also very aware of the pressure that damn chastity device was putting against this cock. 

Once at Jackie’s door, he knocked…and waited…and waited.  She finally opened the door, and he hurried inside.  She said nothing as to why it took her so long.  He finally figured she had kept him standing outside just to be cruel, hoping it would excite him.  Damn!  It worked.

Lunch was nothing special, except once again he drank apple juice from the baby bottle she was keeping for him.  After lunch, she changed him, then asked if he wanted to stick around for a while.  Telling her he wanted to get back to writing his story, he declined and went home, where instead of writing, he humped his bed uselessly once again.  If he didn’t get that cock restraint off soon and get some relief, his useless humping was going to wear a hole in his mattress. 

Later in the day, dinner with her was nice again…the dinner experience, not what he ate.  This time, when he got home afterwards, he again fixed himself a sandwich to eat.  But after eating so much of that damn baby food, he was too full to eat more than half of the sandwich.  Oh well, at least it got the taste of that baby food out of his mouth.  Mostly.

 

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When he woke up Friday morning, Jim’s thoughts weren’t on how wet he was.  They weren’t on the pacifier he had ditched soon after he had laid down to sleep, and they weren’t on the hypnotic recordings that were still playing in his ears because for once he had actually managed to keep the headphones on all night.  No, his thoughts were on something else.  It was Friday.  The day he and Jackie usually went to the supermarket together to buy their week’s worth of food.  As he laid there he realized something else about Friday.  It was the day he was supposed to have lunch with Jackie instead of dinner.  He was eating an awful lot of meals with her lately.

Before getting out of bed, he noticed that as usual, his diaper was overly bloated.  He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up.  Super bloated.  Nothing new.  As he waddled his way out toward the kitchen, he tried to remember how many times he had woken up to wet last night.  A few.  But was it two or three?  He honestly couldn’t remember.  It must have been three though…or more…since he was so wet. 

With the coffee maker working he went into his office and pulled up his story.  He had dreamed about the story a lot last night.  He often dreamed about it.  Now it was time to put those dreams into words.  Pausing to fill one of his small koozie covered baby bottles with coffee barely made an impression on his mind since he was soon heavily back into his writing.

“Jim…” Jackie’s voice called from his front door.

“Yeah!” Jim replied.  “Just a second.”

Jackie headed for his office where he seemed to be intently into his writing again.  “How’s it coming?” she asked.

“Good,” he replied, his head staring into the screen as his finger seemed to fly across the keyboard. 

“Where’s your pacifier?”

He took a second to look up skeptically at her before he went back to his writing.

Jackie left him and went to his bedroom.  She plucked his pacifier from his night table and carried it back to him.  While he was still typing she stuck her hand in front of his face with the pacifier.

Jim quickly pulled his head back as her hand was suddenly in his way.  She shoved the pacifier into his mouth.  “Keep it there!” she said sternly. 

Jim gave her a nasty look.

“Finish what you’re working on,” she told him.  “I’m in no hurry.  Just keep that thing in your mouth.”  She almost laughed at the look she got from him, but he was soon back to his typing.  Two minutes later, he finished.  “Done?” she asked.

He plucked the pacifier from his mouth.  “For now,” he replied.

She shoved the thing back into his mouth.  “Keep it there!” she said sternly again.

He pulled it out.  “How am I supposed to talk?”

She pushed it back in.  “With it in your mouth.”

He rolled his eyes and headed for his bedroom.

While he was in the shower, she pulled out a few things for him to wear.  When he came out, she put one of his nighttime diapers on him, and again “talked” him into wearing pantyhose under his locked-on onesie.  Jim was glad she didn’t “suggest” anything else.  He just hoped that his thick nighttime diaper wouldn’t be too visible under his pants while they were shopping.

She left him then with orders to come to her house when he was ready.

He was never going to be ready, but he knew that didn’t matter.

He caught himself peeing a tiny bit twice before he left the house.  It didn’t bother him because he was sure it was too little to make much of a difference in how noticeable his diaper would be.  Especially those diapers.  Carrying his purse and with his pacifier in his mouth he crossed the lawn to Jackie’s house, already knowing that he was going to profoundly refuse to keep his pacifier there while they were out.

He knocked on her door and had to wait a minute before she answered it.  He wondered if she was trying to be cruel again, but when the door opened, she came out already holding her purse.  They got into her car, and he removed the pacifier before she got out of the driveway.  It went straight into his purse.  He was so glad when she didn’t mention it again.

They shopped, as usual.  But this time Jackie suggested he probably didn’t need to buy as much of some of the things he usually ate since he would be replacing those meals with baby food.  He figured she probably had a point.  She also not just suggested, but she grabbed a large bottle of apple juice and put it into his cart for him.  “Buy it!  Drink it!” she told him.  “You need something other than coffee once in a while.”

“Why?” he asked.  He never did get an answer. 

As they shopped, after a while, he realized that she was buying a lot more food than she usually did.  Why?  She was buying more and he was buying less.  Until they got to the baby aisle again where she spent a long time selecting this and selecting that and putting it all into his shopping cart for him to pay for.  By the time they left that aisle, he had more baby food in his cart than everything else.

At the checkout counter, he felt embarrassed buying that much baby food, but the cashier never said one thing about it.  She also didn’t say anything about his purse that he had to dig through to find his credit card, but he didn’t miss the fact that she was staring at it with an odd look on her face.  He was happy to get out of there.

As soon as the groceries were all in her car and they had gotten in, Jackie paused before starting the car.  “Pacifier!” she ordered.

“When we get home,” Jim replied.

“Now!” Jackie ordered.

Ugh!  Jim opened his purse, found the damn silly thing, and stuck it into his mouth.  “Happy?” he asked sarcastically around the thing in his mouth.

Jackie smiled and drove him home.  They unloaded everything into Jackie’s house first where she separated everything she would be keeping, especially the baby food, then Jim carried what was left back to his house.  He put the items that needed to be refrigerated away, then headed straight back to Jackie’s house again for lunch.  All with the damn pacifier in his mouth…except while he ate lunch.

Jim went home after lunch to continue working on his story, but when she showed up later in the afternoon to change him, she invited him to have dinner with her again.  Having no problem with the invitation, he accepted.  Once again he ate two meals during the day with her, and this time, at her suggestion, he stayed for a while after dinner to watch a TV show with her.  It was a pleasant way to spend the evening, even if she did insist on him keeping the pacifier in his mouth.

 

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It was odd.  Very odd.  And don’t think for a minute that Jim didn’t notice.  He just didn’t say anything about it.  Saturday he had lunch and dinner with Jackie, although dinner was baby food.  Sunday he had lunch and dinner with Jackie, although lunch was baby food.  Monday he had lunch and dinner with Jackie, having baby food for lunch again.  Every single day!

Yes, he couldn’t help but notice.  What he couldn’t figure out, was why?  Fortunately, the time they spent together was comfortable.  Enjoyable.  Unfortunately, all the time they spent together, other than while he was eating, she made him keep that damn pacifier in his mouth.  Was that what it was really all about?  Making sure he sucked on the damn thing?  He supposed it was possible, but he couldn’t be sure.  Still, it was enjoyable. 

Day after day, two meals a day, he counted the days as the week went buy.  The more days that past, the more time he spent thinking about Tuesday night.  There were two major things he was worried about for Tuesday night.  What would they saddle him with next, and equally important, would he ever get out of that damn chastity device? 

He prayed and prayed for relief!

 

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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.

 

Too Old to be Young - Chapter 20 – Part 2 of 2

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 20 – Part 2 of 2

 

Like he had done earlier in the day, he stood in front of his mirror and looked himself over.  This time he was only preparing to go next door, so he felt a lot more comfortable about things.  When Jackie had changed him earlier, she had only put one of his regular daytime diapers on him, so it was now fairly well used, although it could certainly hold a lot more.  The stuffed bra was still inaccessible under his locked-on onesie, but the white tights and little girl shoes were gone.  He figured she had left them off him so he could work on changing his nail polish while the ladies played Bridge. 

Purse in hand, he left his house and headed next door.  Going over to Jackie’s house to remove his nail polish from his fingers and toes, only to replace it with a different color.  Going to Jackie’s house…so he could learn what new fate he was going to be stuck with from now on.

When he rang the doorbell, Beverly opened it for him.  “Hi Jim,” she greeted him with a broad smile.  “I heard you went shopping today.  Have fun?”

Jim felt his face turning red, but he didn’t reply. 

“Hi Jim,” Jackie called as she came out from the kitchen.  Make yourself comfortable.  Coffee?  Did you bring your bottle?”

“I’ve got it,” Jim told her.

“Then go help yourself…unless it’s already full.”

Jim headed for couch where he put his purse down and pulled out his baby bottle.  He carried it to the kitchen where he filled it before heading back to the couch.  A few minutes later, Pam and Lisa arrived and he served them all coffee as they prepared for their weekly game.

“Thanks, Jim,” Jackie told him.  “Now go get started on your nails.”

Jim went back to the couch where he removed his shoes.  He pulled the nail polish remover from his purse along with the pink nail polish and his travel package of tissues.  A minute later, he was struggling to reach his toes to remove the polish on them.  At his age, just reaching his toes wasn’t that easy to do.  Having to rub and rub and try to scrub all the red nail polish off them was far more difficult, but little by little he got the job done.  He had to take a few breaks in the process to sit up and catch his breath, but he went back to the task and eventually his toenails were free and clear once again.  If only they could stay that way.  More importantly, if only his fingernails could stay that way.

With his toes now free of the polish, he sat back and slowly began working on his fingernails.  Removing the red nail polish.  Removing the embarrassment.  Except, in a few minutes, he himself was going to have to replace the embarrassment with a new color of equal embarrassment.

“How’s it going Jim?” Jackie called from the game table without looking at him.

“Fine,” Jim replied.

“Got the color off yet?”

“Just finished,” Jim told her.

“Good!” Pam replied.  “I’m looking forward to seeing what color you picked out for this week.”

Jim said nothing.  Knowing it was inevitable, he pulled the pink nail polish from his purse and bent over again trying to reach his toes.  If he thought removing the old polish was difficult to do, putting the new polish on his toes was twice as difficult because he had to be so careful with it.  One by one, he turned his toenails from normal looking to shiny pink.  A sissy color.  Why hadn’t he chosen something different?  Oh yeah, he had been hoping that the pink color would be a lot less noticeable.  As he stared at the pink toes on one foot, he figured it was going to be less noticeable, but not by much.  After catching his breath from being bent over for so long, he did his best to hold the toes of the foot he had just finished up off the floor as he went to work on his other foot.  A few minutes later, both feet were done.  He had sissy pink polish on his toenails, and all he could think about was that the roll of the die tonight had better let him go without the chastity device.

He was just about to start on his fingernails when he heard Jackie call, “Oh Jim.”

He looked up.  “Yes?”

“Got your toes done now?”

“Just finished,” he replied.

“Good.  Can you please bring us some snacks from the kitchen?  Oh, and watch those toes.  I don’t want nail polish on my floors.”

“Uh…sure,” he replied.

Doing his best to walk with his toes stretched up in the air, he carefully made his way to the kitchen where he collected two small platters of snacks and carried them out to the card table.

“Thanks Jim,” Jackie replied.

“Pretty pink today,” Lisa said as she looked down at his toes.  “I like it.”

“Uh…thanks,” Jim replied.

The women were all ignoring him again as they went back to their game, so he carefully made his way back to the couch where he sat and grabbed the pink nail polish again.  Doing his fingernails was a lot easier than doing his toes, but it was his fingers that would be noticeable.  As he worked, the thought on his mind was that once again he was making himself look more like a sissy than ever.

Toes done, fingernails done.  How long did that stuff take to dry?  The polish on his toes looked just as shiny and pink as it did when he first applied it.

“Oh Jim,” Jackie called.  “We could use some more coffee here please.”

Jim knew his fingernails were still wet.  He didn’t have a clue if his toenails were wet or not.  But he carefully got up, trying now to keep his toes off the floor and his fingers spread and not touching anything.  He carefully grabbed the coffee pot, having difficulty holding it without closing his fingers into a fist around the handle because his nails were still wet.  Carefully, he carried it out to the women.  Trying to pour the coffee while keeping his fingernails from touching anything was another exercise in difficulty.

“Thanks Jim,” Beverly said without looking at him as she continued to play Bridge.

Jim said nothing.  He just carefully took the coffee pot back to the kitchen, then went back to sit on the couch.  He would have tried to read from his tablet, but his fingernails were still wet…and he still didn’t know if his toes were dry or not.  All he could do was to sit there with is toes and fingernails splayed apart, which left him too much time to do nothing but think about what might be coming at him soon, and worry about it.

It seemed like hours that he sat that way.  He was tempted to touch his fingernails a few times to find out if they were dry, but he dared not.  Finally, he heard Jackie calling him again.  “Oh Jim.”

“Yes?” he replied as his stomach lurched, knowing that the time had come.  He could see the women collecting the cards at the table, which meant that their game was over.

“It’s time,” Beverly told him.

Carefully, Jim got up from the couch and went to see what was going to happen to him now.  He saw Jackie grab that one single die and place it on the table where he could reach it.

“Pick it up,” Pam told him.  “We know you’re dying to find out if you’re going to be stuck in that tiny little chastity device for another week or not.”

Carefully Jim reached out with his pink tipped fingers.

“Jim,” Lisa said.  “Don’t worry about your nails.  After all this time that polish is long dried by now.”

“Oh,” Jim said as he did his best to grab the die.

“Okay,” Pam said.  “This is for whether or not you stay in chastity for the next week.  Whenever you’re ready Jim.”

Jim swallowed hard, then praying for an even number that would mean no chastity.  He tossed the die across the table and watched as it tumbled and rolled.  He stared at the result in disbelief.  One!  One single dot stared up at him.  As he stared at it in disbelief, he heard the women laughing.

“Too bad Jim,” Pam laughed, but we know how much you love not being able to get that kind of fun anyway.”

“Think of it as having to spend another week like more of a baby,” Beverly suggested with a laugh.  “They certainly don’t get any sex.”

Jim continued to stare at the single die with the one dot staring up at him as all the women at the table laughed.

“Okay Jim,” Jackie finally said.  “It’s time now to let you know what else you’re going to have to put up with from now on.”

Jim looked at her, he was still in shock over having to keep that damn tiny chastity device on him.  Now his stomach really did feel sick as he waited to hear his latest fate.

“For the last week or so,” Jackie told him, “I’ve made it a point to have at least one meal with you nearly every day, just so we could get a little more used to eating together, because from now on, we’re going to have at least one meal together every single day.”

“Oh.  That doesn’t sound bad” Jim mumbled, feeling slightly relieved.  “In fact, I’d enjoy it.”

“Good.  Because here’s the rub.  Since last week was all big girl things for you, this week it’s another baby step for you.  From now on, you’re going to be eating one meal every day consisting of nothing but baby food.  And to determine which meal it’s going to be every day, every week while you’re here, you’re going to roll one die for each day of the week, and we’ll record the number.  1 or 2 means breakfast.  3 or 4 means lunch.  5 or 6 means dinner.  Then we can go out to the grocery store to make sure you’ve got everything you need.”

Huh?  “Uh…baby food?” Jim mumbled.

“Yup!  Sorry.  No home cooked meals…unless you count the baby food,” Jackie laughed.

Jim wasn’t sure what to think about that.

“Grab that die,” Beverly said as she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.  “I’ll record every roll.  We’ll start with tomorrow, Wednesday.  Now what meal of baby food will you be eating tomorrow?”

Slowly, Jim reached out his hand and grabbed the die.  With a quick toss, he sent it tumbling across the table.

“Five!” Lisa called out.

“That’s dinner,” Pam translated.

Jim rolled again.

“Another five,” Lisa said.

“Another dinner,” Pam announced

Jim rolled a third time.

“Three!” Lisa declared

“Lunch this time,” Pam told him.

“Five!” Lisa said on Jim’s next roll.

“Dinner again,” Pam told him.

“Four!” Lisa said to his next roll.

“Lunch again,” Pam said.  “All these rolls are pretty similar.”

Jim said nothing to that but kept rolling.

“Another four,” Lisa said.

“Lunch,” Pam added

Jim rolled one last time.

“Three!” Lisa announced.

“Lunch again,” Pam declared.

“Okay,” Beverly said so we have Wednesday dinner.  Thursday dinner.  Friday lunch.  Saturday dinner.  Sunday lunch.  Monday lunch.  And Tuesday lunch.  No breakfasts this week,” she noted.

“It’s all fine with me, one way or another Jackie sighed.  She looked up at Jim.  “Be prepared,” she said.  “Tomorrow morning you and I are going grocery shopping again, this time to buy you a bunch of baby food to eat.  I’m guessing that over the next week you’re going to get used to having nothing but baby food for either lunch or dinner.”  She laughed.  “I wonder what everyone in the grocery store will think when they see you, the way you’re dressed now, buying yourself a whole cart load of baby food.”

Jim didn’t even want to think about that.  He certainly wasn’t looking forward to it.  And one other thing he wasn’t looking forward to – another week stuck in chastity.