Chapter 7
Jim:
Jim stretched to his full height in order to reach the light switch as he headed for the basement and the numerous woodworking equipment he owned. The full basement was his hide-away, a place of refuge when life got overwhelming...and right now most things "looked" overwhelming. Walking past the table saw, unable to see over the top, he headed for the workbench and climbed up onto the stool there. He picked up a chisel and one of the small round pieces of wood he had spun off of the lathe.
Andrea:
Pulling into her personal parking spot, Andrea gathered her purse and headed for the front door of the office building where she had been working since being offered the chance to use her creativity on whatever she wanted to. The entire fourth floor was hers. Only one person was over her and she only dropped in every couple of weeks.
As the doors of the elevator opened, she knew something was amiss. All eyes were on her and her personal secretary came running up as soon as she saw her.
"Andy, Marge is here. She was here before anyone got here this morning and found what you had on your printer. She stopped every project and has 3 of each design being sewn together right now..."
Andrea bit her lip to keep any emotion from showing.
"Where is she?" she asked.
Jim:
Jim had been sanding for about an hour when he noticed that he had been itching a lot. The sleeper he wore was entirely too hot and all the dust was just adding to the problem.
He attempted to ignore it, but was getting very distracted. After a few minutes, he knew he had to do something...and began to unzip the sleeper.
Andrea:
Andy walked into her office, followed closely by her secretary and the 3 department heads Andrea was in charge of, and closed the door. She stood for a moment and locked eyes with her supervisor.
"What exactly do you think you are doing? You stop every project we are working on; for WHAT? My people all have projects that I expect to see completed on a timetable of my choosing and you are messing it up." Andrea was working hard to keep her emotions in check.
Marge pointed at the pattern prints that had been carefully laid out on the desk.
"What are these? A new project? Something you have not been telling us about?" Marge looked back up at Andrea, scanning each of the other pairs of eyes in the room, making sure she had their complete attention.
Andrea looked at the patterns and felt her heart skip a jump. There were the 6 patterns for the clothes she had designed the night before and printed, she thought, in the privacy of her own office.
"Those are... um... a," she was thinking as fast as she could. "A...NEW LINE I think we should carry. Fashion for Toddlers."
There was silence in the room. No one behind her made a noise.
Finally Marge smiled slightly, picked up the pattern prints and said "I think a new line would be a grand idea. That is why I am having these cut and sewn right now. Great work, Miller."
The collective sigh behind Andrea was almost enough to make her cry with relief.
Jim:
Although he had nothing else to wear after taking off the sleeper, Jim had decided it was a VERY good choice to be naked rather than sweating and itching all day.
He had been busy working to finish sanding the small dowels when he felt the urges of his normal morning routine make its presence known. He looked at the clock. 10:30. At least SOME things had not changed due to his recent treatment.
Jim slid off the stool, tossed the sleeper over his arm and headed up the stairs.
Andrea:
Five people sat around the conference table, talking about market share and design styles. Andrea did not disclose the reason she had started working on designing toddler-sized apparel and Marge did not ask. Andrea was lost in her own thoughts when the current conversation once again caught her attention.
Marge was speaking again. "Then we should be able to bring these to the board by Friday. Once they make a decision, we can go ahead with full production and expansion on what we have here. In that case, people, we have only 2 days."
Andrea gasped. That meant today was Wednesday. The day the housecleaner came. She had totally forgotten and she was sure that Jim had forgotten also. Andrea got up and headed for her office.
She took one look over her shoulder at the team in the conference room, then glanced at Marge. Their eyes met for a brief instant, the Andrea hurried down the hall and dialed the phone.
Jim:
Jim entered the master bathroom, dropped the sleeper on the floor and climbed up onto the toilet. He got situated on the huge seat and propped himself up as well as he could.
He was just about to reach for the roll of toilet paper, in fact had begun to extend his arm....when the phone rang.
Jim was so surprised by the noise that his remaining support hand slipped and Jim fell backward. His unsupported behind slid right through the opening in the seat and he would have gone completely through if it were not for catching the sides of the seat with both flailing hands. He hung there, head just above the seat, both hands gripping the seat....
The phone rang over and over, and Jim was in no position answer.
Andrea:
Andrea let the phone ring a dozen times, then slammed it down on the receiver. She decided to head back to the conference room and try again later.
Jim:
Jim was starting to lose his grip on the seat, hanging there was making him very tired. He was about to lose all hope of not getting wet (and dirty) when he heard the front door open.
"Andrea," he called out as loud as he could. It was at that exact moment he heard another noise stop.
Whistling. He had heard it for just a moment when the door opened and it had stopped when he called out. Andy did not whistle. But...Maria did. Maria was the housecleaner.
The maid.
He tried in vain to pull himself up out of his predicament but could not. He was just giving up when Maria, the 50-ish Hispanic woman Andrea had just recently hired as a housecleaner, rounded the corner and saw him.
Andrea:
Andy came back to the conference room and immediately noticed five outfits laid out on the table. She walked over and picked up a pair of slacks and tiny shirt. "Oh my God," she said.
Everyone else looked at her as she stared at her creation. Marge finally spoke. "We have been talking, Miller. Your designs are first rate. We all admire your abilities, but there does seem to be a problem."
Marge pointed to the corner where one of her department heads was trying to put what looked like overalls on one of the babies from the company daycare.
Andrea saw what the problem was. It was not an issue that she ever thougt was going to need to be addressed. She slowly looked toward Marge.
"What do you want me to do about it?" she asked. She could see there was a ready answer waiting in her bosses' head.
"I want you to take these with you. You obviously got your measurements somewhere. Take them and get measurements more accommodating to the size of the market. And please have those designs back here by 3:00 this afternoon. Is that satisfactory?"
Andrea nodded, picked up the garments from the table and hurried out. As she left the office she knew she was going to have to stop off at the corner market on the way home.
Jim:
For a moment, there was no movement. Jim looked at Maria and the maid stared back.
Maria could see two little arms, two little feet and the top of a little bald head sticking up out of the toilet seat. Then Maria's eyes looked down and saw the sleeper on the floor. As she looked back to the figure hanging on for dear life, she saw that it was not going to be hanging on for very long.
She walked into the room, grabbed Jim's arms and yanked him up out of the toilet. The momentum brought him up and set him on his feet. Maria still had hold of hmi by the armpits and she stood staring down at him.
Jim began first. "Um Maria...I know this looks REALLY strange...but there is an
explanation to all this.
Maria was staring at the miniaturized man. Jim could not tell what she was thinking and was about to try to explain when he remembered she did not speak English. This was NOT good, he decided. As for Maria, she was just about to let go of him when she looked again at the sleeper on the floor. She looked Jim up and down, then suddenly spun him around and bent him over.
Jim was taken totally by surprise. "HEY, Maria. Just what do..."
Maria held him down over one knee and peeled a large wad of toilet paper off the roll with her other hand. Before he could react, Maria was expertly wiping his little behind. Initially he tried to escape but a quick slap to the bare butt made him stop that right away.
Totally embarrassed, Jim lay across her leg. Then she stood him up and, without a word, picked up the sleeper.
"Usted no tiene ninguna ropa interior" she said. It was the first thing she had said. Jim found himself unable to reply. He had no idea what to say. In fact, he had no idea what Maria had said. Jim slowly stood up, covering himself in an attempt at modesty. This woman had just wiped his butt, however
Maria shook her head, muttering to herself as stood up. "No le estoy dejando funcionar alrededor de desnudo mientras que estoy aquí." Whatever she was saying, Jim decided it sounded like she had made some sort of decision.
She walked out of the bathroom and was halfway across the living room, still muttering in Spanish, when Jim called after her.
"Where are you going? Don't leave me here like this." He stood there totally naked in the doorway of the bathroom.
Maria opened the door, turned and said "el boing para conseguir al bebé algo usar ," and walked out.
Jim watched through the window as Maria opened that trunk of her car and pulled out a bag. He had never learned a second language, but thought he had heard "bebe" in there somewhere. She closed the trunk and headed back toward the house. He was back in the bathroom by the time she got there.
She dropped the bag on the floor, zipped it open and rummaged through the contents, all the time muttering under her breath.
"..¿guarde este el things?good para something?.wear que?"
She pulled a pair of very small underwear out of the bag. Jim backed up. He could see that they had no fly opening and were extra padded front and back.
"Maria, what are you doing? You can't make me wear that..."
Maria held the training pants out to him. He stood for just a minute, the two of them looking each other in the eyes. Finally, Jim stepped forward and took the underwear from her. She nodded as he pulled them up, and he was amazed that they actually fit pretty good. When he looked back at his housekeeper, he saw that she had picked up the sleeper and was brushing the sawdust off it.
Then she sat back on her heels and laid it in her lap with the feet touching the floor and the collar up by her waist. She patted her lap.
Jim could not believe what was happening. "You can't be serious."
Maria sighed, then reached out, grabbed his arm, spun him around and sat Jim on her lap. She deftly took his legs and slid them into the sleeper, then stood him up and did the same with his arms. Jim just stood there in stunned silence.
It was just as she was zipping him up that Andrea came into the bedroom and looked into the bathroom.
She saw her tiny husband, next to the toilet, being dressed by the maid. It was her giggle that made them both turn and notice her. Maria smiled brightly and Jim turned beet red.
Chapter 8
While Jim was unable to communicate with the woman Andrea had hired to clean their house, Andrea had no trouble at all. She spoke both languages, plus Japanese, fluently and had no trouble at all talking to Maria. Jim watched helplessly as she and Maria discussed his plight in Spanish.
Jim watched as Andrea asked something and Maria emphatically told her the answer. Andy shook her head and looked sidelong at Jim.
"What?" he asked....hoping to know what was being said. He was ignored.
Andrea looked back at Maria and spoke for a long time, moving her hands about. Then Maria smiled broadly and said something back that made Andrea giggle. Just when Jim was about to get totally frustrated, Maria left the room, looking over her shoulder and smiling.
Andy knelt on the floor in front of him and looked him in the eyes.
"Jim, honey. I know you are not going to like it, but you are going to have to accept the fact that you are not going to be able to take care of yourself."
Jim bristled. He stared into the oversized face of the woman he loved, feeling like he a total fool in his footed sleeper and training pants.
"I can manage just FINE. REALLY!!"
Andrea sighed, then decided to take a different approach. "OK then. Let me put it this way. I need your help with a problem that has come up at work. It won't be easy, but I need you to do this....for me. For US!!"
Andrea looked urgently into Jim's face. He was about to answer when the front door slammed shut.
From the front room Maria called, "¿usted tienen gusto de éstos en el cuarto delantero, Andrea?" Andrea called back "Si!" all the while looking intently at Jim.
"Remember the measurements I took last night?"
Jim nodded slowly.
Andy continued, watching him the entire time. "Marge is in the office today and she found the designs I did for your new clothes. I was not about to tell her about your "condition", so I told her I was working on a new line."
Jmi knew where the conversation was going, and it was beginning to make him nervous.
"A new line....of clothes?"
"Yes. And the measurements I took were not right for the line. I have to ... um .. take new ones."
Jim stared at the floor as he answered. "Of me?"
Andrea was having trouble suppressing a giggle as she watched her miniature husband let his mind ponder what was next. She was getting wet again.
Finally she just took his hand and led him out of the bedroom and into the front room. It was at that point the full realization hit him of exactly what measurements Andy needed.
"Oh God Andy. Please no...." he stammered.
Andrea kept a firm grip on his hand as she pulled him to where Maria was waiting. She had laid out a large blanket on the floor and on it lay items that made Jim shudder.
Andrea did not stop till she had positioned Jim in front of the kneeling Maria. Maria was smiling. Jim noted it was not the kind of smile that says you are happy; more the "I am trying to calm you down smile".
"Jim, honey. I need you to do this," Andrea said. "Just let's get it over with." She looked at Maria and said, "Va a continuación y el pañal él."
Maria reached over and grabbed his arm, quickly spinning him around and laid him expertly on his back. Jim closed his eyes, unable to deal with what was about to happen to him.
The maid quickly slid the zipper pull all the way to his ankle and pulled his left leg out of the sleeper. His right leg followed and the lower part of the sleeper was pushed aside while his arms remained in the sleeves. Maria grabbed the elastic of the training pants and began to pull.
It was at this point that Jim attempted to wrest control of the situation from the women that he felt were now tormenting him. He tried to roll over and get up.
It was also at this point that he LOST his feeble attempt. With an experianced SMACK on his tiny butt, a shocked and defeated Jim lay back quietly on the blanket.
Andrea moved to above his head and held down his shoulders with one hand. She was at this point so horny she attempted to quickly touch herself. She made no noise but the woman lifting Jim's legs into the air and sliding a cloth diaper under his tiny butt noticed.
"Va a continuación y el pañal él."
Andrea looked up in shock and embarrassment, then slowly nodded and smiled.
"Mire y aprenda, momma."
Maria let Jim's body come to rest on the diaper. He whimpered but made no move to get away. Andrea began to play with herself in earnest.
With hands that had performed this ritual too many times to count, Maria dusted Jim's tiny penis with baby powder. Jim opened his eyes for a moment but the look he got from Maria made him stop and pitifully close his eyes. The front of the diaper was pulled up between his legs and the sides were pulled over his hips. Maria ran the diaper pins through her hair and swiflty slid them into place.
She lifted Jim's legs into the air and picked up a pair of plastic pants, clear with yellow ducks on them.
Andrea watched with rapt interest, seeing her husband not only controled but forced into a diaper, looking like the human that his size was most fitting for. She had already climxed, so erotic was the scene.
Jim did not arrive at the same response. He was totally humiliated by a woman he did not know, was being watched by his won wife as he was put into a diaper like a child. The sensation of having the diaper pull up between his legs brought shivers up down his spine. The smell of the baby powder and the feel of the cloth containing his genitals were degrading beyond words.
When the plastic pants were being slipped over his ankles, he lost any self-control left.
"NO. GOD NO!! Please Andrea."
He kicked and thrashed and scrambled to his knees. The quick movement caught Maria by surprise and she was not quick enough to grab him before he was on his feet and headed for the safety of his bedroom.
He would have had a decent headstart if he had not tripped on the plastic pants.
Andrea caught him before he hit the carpet, lifted him up by the armpits and brought his face close to hers. She had a look in her eyes he had seen very few times since he knew her. Once was yesterday.
Andy had gone from exhilarated sensuality to being totally pissed.
"James Allen Miller," she said slowly. She was panting.
There was his full name again. He KNEW he was going to get it.
"You WILL lay down on the blanket. You WILL have a diaper on. You WILL have plastic pants on, and you WILL wear that blanket sleeper. I am finally sick of you trying to run the show here. Do you hear me? I am in charge and I will tel YOU what is happening. Do I make my self VERY clear?"
Jim swallowed hard and nodded. He was totally humiliated but knew there was nothing he could do to change the situation.
"Good," Andrea set him back on the floor. "Now go to Maria and ask her to finish dressing you." She looked at her maid and said "Él va a pedir ser vestido por usted ." Maria nodded and waited.
Jim walked to the maid and asked in a quiet voice "Plea... um please finish dressing me, Maria?"
Andrea smiled and nodded at Maria. She felt herself getting hot again at the sight.
Maria quietly turned Jim anround and slid the plastic pants up over the diaper. She checked both legs, as well as the waist, to make sure no loose ends stuck out. She tehn arranged the sleeper on her lap and sat him on it. First his right foot then his left entered their rightful place and the zipper slid all the way up to his neck. Maria gave him a little hug and set him on his feet.
"What do you tell Maria?" Andrea asked, hoping against hope he would comply.
A tear slid down Jim's face as he turned and said, "Thank you Maria."
This was just TOO PRECIOUS a moment and Andrea did not want it to end quite yet.
"For what, honey?" she said in a soft voice.
Jim groaned and swallowed hard. "Thank you for getting me dressed, Maria."
He was almost at the limit of what he could take and Andy knew it. He stood there with his legs apart from the bulk between his legs, trying his best to hold in the flood of emotion just below the surface.
She could not let the opportunity pass.
"And for what else?" she said just forcefully enough to have an effect.
Jim burst into tears, blurted out "And for putting me in a diaper!!" and ran to Andy. She picked him up and held him to her as he cried his frustration out. She patted him on his diapered bottom and rubbed his back through his sleeper and rocked slowly from side to side. If both her hands had not been busy, she most definitely would have been masturbating like a mad woman.
She held him for a few minutes till his sobs subsided, knowing she really did need to get his new measurements and then get back to the office.
"Jim, honey?"
No response.
She turned so Maria could see his face. Maria pressed her palms together and leaned her head over in the universal sign for sleep. Andy giggled, out loud, but not loud enough to wake her sleeping husband. She carefully laid him on the blanket and walked to the kitchen to get her tape measure.
It only took a minute. Just around the waist, the hips and she needed his "rise", the center front of waist, between legs to center back of waist. Jim missed the entire thing, sleeping after the grueling encounter.
Time was slipping by and Andrea knew she was going to have to leave. She asked Maria if she would take care of him until she got home and Maria agreed wholeheartedly. She kissed her tender tiny man on the forehead and slipped out the front door. As the door closed she saw Maria rummaging through her bag.
Next : End of the day
Chapter 9
It was after 6:00 that evening before Andrea returned home. The sight that greeted her when she walked through the front door had three reactions. First she gasped in shock, then she almost laughed aloud AGAIN, and then..slowly.. she got turned on.
Jim turned in surprise and immediately spit out the pacifier that was in his mouth. He leaned against the side of the playpen he was standing in and said "You're back finally. Thank God. Today has been awful."
Andrea was just stared at the scene before her.
Jim stood inside a playpen, with nothing inside it except for himself. Currently he wore a yellow blanket sleeper she had not seend before and it was obvious that he was still diapered underneath. The elastic waistband of the sleeper only helped to accent the extra padding Jim was currently sporting.
All around the room was the evidence of the day's struggles. There were at least a dozen miscellaneous toys tossed at various distances from the playpen at the center of the room. Directly in front of the couch was a full bottle of milk and what appeared to be a bib.
The entire scene was frozen in her mind and she immediately thought that it looked cute. Not to mention terribly erotic.
She was just about to answer Jim's request when Maria called from the bedroom.
"Senora?"
Andrea turned and walked away from her helpless husband to have a chat with the maid.
Jim just stood there, arms up, imploring Andrea to return. Once she disappeared into the bedroom and he could hear the two women conversing in Spanish, he turned and slowly sat down. With his back to the side of the playpen, He leaned back pondered his perdicament. He could not imagine how things had gotten this far out of hand.
He did not even turn to watch when Maria left 10 minutes later. He did not even notice the delay while Andrea took some time for "personal needs". He just sat there staring at the blank screen of the TV set.
That was the scene that greeted Andy when she had slipped the vibrator back into her purse and stepped into the living room. She knew her next move was going to make her husband VERY angry.
Andrea walked to the couch and sat down, watching for Jim's reaction.
She got one.
Jim jumped up and ran to the side of the playpen closest to Adnrea, almost in tears.
"It was awful, honey. That woman put me in here and would NOT let me out. She treated me like a damned BABY all afternoon. I want out of this.. this CAGE and out of these silly clothes NOW," he blurted!
Andrea looked around the room, then noticed the bottle and bib at her feet. She looked at the "caged" man before her and did her best to keep a straight face.
"Maira tells me you were not very cooperative today."
Jim gasped and was about to speak but Andy stopped him.
"You just LET ME FiNISH! Do you understand me?" Andrea put on her best angry expression.
Jim stopped short, obviously overcome with emotion. His emotions, however, were overridden by the huge woman sitting leisurely on the couch. "Uh..OK.." he said quietly.
"I can't hear you."
Jim knew what she wanted to hear, and knew he just might sit in this cage all night if he did not say it. He sighed.
"Yes, dear."
Andrea smiled. "That's better." She picked the bottle off the floor and held it in one hand. Jim eyed it but said nothing. Andrea looked at the bottle, still full of milk.
"As I was saying, you were not a good boy today. I left you in capable hands and I did not get a good report. I heard one side of the story but I want to hear from you what went on." Andrea could hardly wait to hear what happened in his own words.
Jim bristled and his grip on the edge of the playpen tightened. He was not happy about the reference to not being a "good boy", nor that his own wife was telling him what he could or could not do. The only way he could thought he could ever remedy his situation was going to be compliance, but other concerns had begun to build.
"OK. OK. But first, can I go to the bathroom? Please?"
Andrea calmly replied, "You had best talk pretty fast then, hon."
He had to grit his teeth to keep from spewing forth the remarks that came to mind. There he stood, in a child's playpen and dressed in blanket sleeper. That part did not bother him NEARLY as much as bulk of cotton cloth diaper that kept his legs spread slightly apart and the plastic pants that encompassed it all. He did his best to compose himself.
"I woke up and you had left me with HER. Last thing I remember was you making me thank her for putting me in a diaper. Somehow she had put me in here and let me sleep. I woke up and yelled for her. She came out of the kitchen with a baby bottle of milk and gave it to me."
"This bottle?" andrea questioned, holding it out.
"YES! Anyway, I refused to take it so she put in here with me. I have no idea what she was saying, she just rambled on and on. She tossed a bunch of toys in here with me, too. I was so mad. I threw them out AND the bottle. I tried to tell her I needed to use the bathroom but she did not understand me. She left me in here for 2 hours. 2 DAMNED HOURS.
"She had some sort of pin at the top of the zipper. One that locks. This one right here." Jim fiddled with the pin holding his snap cover in place. "I could not get out...and..." Jim choked up a bit, " and finally. I had to go so bad, I .."
Jim stopped.
Andrea wanted to hear it. She was so horny she could scream and she wanted more.
"Did you ask nicely to get to go to the bathroom?"
Jim snapped out of his introspection. "Yes. I begged her. Even . um .. held myself when she was looking in the room. She KNEW Andrea. She left me in here til I couldn't hold it anymore. I pissed my diaper, Andy. I peed like a baby. I stood there while she watched and wet my pants. And you know what was worse?"
Andrea could not even talk, her excitement was so high She only shook her head.
"She left me there for half an hour. I sat in a wet diaper for a half hour. Then she opened that damn bag and took out MORE. More diapers. Like I was a baby that needed to be changed. I tried to talk to her. I swear. She laid out 2 of them on the floor. I begged her to let me go while she folded them and got them ready. I was so scared Andy. I knew what she was doing and could do nothing to stop her.
"Finally I just watched. She took out powder and more plastic pants. Then...she looked at me. There was like NO WAY I was going to let this happen but she grabbed me and picked me up. She laid me down on the floor and started to unzip me. I struggled and she said something to me. I tried to get away but she just held me down. With one hand, she held me down.
"I laid there unable to do a damn thing while she took a soaking wet diaper off me. The plastic pants, the pins and the diaper. I tried to get away then, but she grabbed me and swatted me across my butt.
"Our maid, Andrea, spanked me!!
She set me back down and pulled the new diaper up and pinned me before I knew what was happening. It was twice as thick as what I had been put in before. She put the plastic pants on me and then slipped that blue sleeper off. She grabbed this one and had me in it before I could even protest. Then she patted my ass and put me back in here. I have never been so humiliated in my life."
Jim was panting and was having difficulty standing still, so great was the presure his bladder was under. Andrea held out the bottle toward him.
Jim looked at the offending object in disbelief.
"What?"
"You were given this and you threw it away. Am I correct?" Andrea said in a voice that outwardly was far cooler than she felt inside.
Jim nodded.
"I want you to hold it." Andrea was having a hard time not shaking visibly. She kept as stern a look as she could on her face.
"Why?" Jim did not have time for any more games.
Andrea leaned forward and brought her face directly across from Jim's. She was in charge and she was not going lose that control now.
"You take this bottle, James Miller. You hold it like you are TOLD to. Do I make myself clear?"
Jim's eyes grew wide and he quickly took the bottle from her hand and held it to his chest. Now he was shaking and the fright almost made him lose control for the second time that day.
Andrea kept looking him directly in the eyes as Jim stood there, right in the middle of the playpen. Slowly she said, "Now... drink it."
Jim shuddered, knowing that he had to comply. He was totally humiliated and there was nothing he could do about it.
He felt a tear slide down his face as he inevitable happened. Standing there, bottle in his hand, Jim once again wet his diaper. His face showed the shock as he felt the cloth swell and the warmth wrap around, down and up the back. He looked down, certain to see a growing wet spot. There was none. The plastic pants that held the cotton fabric to his body did their job.
In total defeat, Jim sat down. The soggy diaper pressed against his tiny butt and squished slightly as his weight settled. He looked at the bottle and slowly brought it to his lips.
The milk disgusted him. It was room temperature about it had not gone bad yet. Another tear trickled down as he tilted his head and the bottle up.
He was about half done with his bottle when Andrea got up, leaned over the rail and laid Jim on his back. He did not even resist.
She walked to the bedroom to get the items Maria had shown her ready for tiny man. First, however, she as going to get that vibrator out of her purse and put it to good use.
To be continued.....