Chapter 12
?Pacifiers??
?Yeah?
?Toys??
?YES?
?Cute baby outfits??
??yeah?
?Time in the playpen??
groan
?I will take that as a Yes. Crib?
?YES!!?
?Stroller?
?No?
?Hmm. Baby food??
?Ugh. Yes?
?Formula??
Long pause. ?no?
?Huggies??
?Yes.?
?Cloth diapers??
?Yes?
?Right now??
?Cloth.?
?With plastic pants??
?Well?YEAH! Sheesh?
?And cute little diaper pins??
grrrrr
?Are you wet right now??
?God, Andrea. Do you have to ask me everything??
?I could stick my fingers in there and find out for myself.?
?Dry!!?
?Did you do poopies today??
?Oh PLEASE. Don?t remind me. Yeah.?
?Did you get a bath today??
?In the damned SINK, of all places. YES?
?And you have been crawling, not walking??
Andrea looked up from the blank legal pad she was staring at (and hiding behind to keep Jim from seeing the huge grin on her face). She waited for the answers to her question. She sat lounging on the couch, dressed in sweater and slacks, and watched him as he hung from a strap on the ceiling.
In the doorway between the kitchen and living room hung a baby bouncer and Jim was its occupant. He could touch one foot to the ground at a time at the height it was setup if he shifted his weight from one side to the other. That was the only way he could ?bounce?. Otherwise he just hung there, swinging slightly.
?YES. When they don?t have me STUCK in this thing. C?mon Andrea. Can?t I get out of here??
?Hmm. Well, I just need to make sure you are properly trained for your interview, honey. I am going to have to be sure you have your act down well enough. If I let you out, will you show me??
Jim could feel the ire beginning to rise. He had been forced to act the part of an infant all day and was VERY ready for a chance to be loose. Having to show how well he had been ?schooled? was about to push him over the edge.
?And if I won?t?? he asked, knowing he did not really have a choice.
?You can hang your baby bouncer until morning. You are still dry, it is already 6:30 and that diaper you are sitting in will hold everything you can give it through the night. I won?t force you. The choice is yours, honey bunch.?
?Fine. Anything to get me out of here.?
Andrea looked intently once again at her legal pad, shielding Jim from the repressed giggle that almost escaped.
?Um . ahem . one more thing, dear. You said you had nothing to drink all day??
Jim?s face got red and he looked at the floor. He shifted his weight to his left leg, allowing his foot to touch the floor, and moved himself slowly up and down.
?I didn?t say that..?
Andrea thought to herself ?this is going to be good!?
?What DID you say??
?I said?I did not have any formula.?
?Mmm hmm. So what did they have you drink??
Jim hung there, moving only slightly, not wanting to answer the question.
?Jim? I don?t have to wait 2 days to ask Maria. I can call her right now and ask.?
Jim mumbled, ?I bre__ mmmhmm.?
Andrea leaned forward. ?I can?t hear you, honey.?
?I was BREASTFED!? Jim blurted out, the tears easily now seen on his face. ?She held me there and pinched my nose until I suckled. Like a baby. This is supposed to be an act, but do I really have to do THAT??
Jim covered his face with his hands in an attempt to regain his composure.
Andrea did her best to sound sympathetic, although she was wishing she was wearing a skirt.
?Jim, Dr Berk needs you to learn how to act this, dear. You know that. Anything that can help make it more convincing is good everyone involved.?
Jim swallowed and looked up, having gotten hi emotions under control.
?You know the worst thing? She kept saying I wasn?t ?doing it right.? Like I had to suck a tit a certain way. It took half an hour the first time just to make her happy.?
?And did you get it right then??
?Um?yeah?
?Did you do better the next times??
?Yes.?
?What times did you nurse??
Jim cringed at the use of the word Grace had used all day.
?Right after you left, then about 10, noon, 3 and 5. Why??
Andrea acted like she wrote the times on the legal pad. ?Just making some notes for the doctor, dear. Did you eat at those times then??
?Yes. Can I get out of this thing now??
Andrea stood, knowing the punified man was reaching his limit. She walked over and easily picked Jim up. She set him back down on the floor. As she did, he tried to land on his feet. She picked him up again and pivoted him forward, setting him back down on the floor in a crawling position.
?What the??? started Jim.
?Uh uh uh. You said you would do anything to get out of your bouncer. Right??
?It is not MY bouncer? but yes.. I did say that.?
?Very well.? Andy crossed the room and sat on the couch, legs apart, and patted the cushion between her legs.
?Crawl to me. By the way, are you wet yet??
Jim bristled again, first at having to act infantile for his own wife by crawling, second from the continuous inquiries as to whether he had peed in the diaper.
?NO I am NOT WET!!!! ?
?Good boy.? Andrea ignored his tone of voice. ?Crawl.?
Jim slowly moved across the room toward his spouse in the slowed motion he had been forced to use all day.
?Stop.? Jim halted.
Andrea grabbed a pacifier from the table next to the couch and held it in her hand directly below Jim?s head. He stared at it momentarily, then bent his head forward and took the pacifier nipple in his teeth.
Andrea stood, did a quick press of her hand against her slacks to make sure the wetness inside was not visibly soaking through, and sat once again on the couch.
?OK, dear. Show me how good you can crawl.?
Jim sighed and slowly finished hi cross-room trek. Once he was at the couch, he pulled himself to his feet and stood there, between his wife?s knees. She smiled at him lovingly.
?You did great, honey. You were perfect. Now, I want you to show me one more thing.?
Jim waited, unsure but not resigned.
Andrea lifted the sweater, revealing a full figure bra. Jim watched intently, knowing she normally only wore frilly underwires. His eyes almost popped open when she pulled on a snap at the center and lifted the cup away, revealing her breast. He backed up slightly and shook his head.
Andrea pressed her legs together, effectively capturing her retreating charge.
?Come up here, honey,? she said seductively. ?Show me the RIGHT way to nurse.?
The pain of having to succumb to his wife?s odd request was evident in his eyes. E tried to find any reason that he could talk her out of it, but came up empty.
With a shudder, he moved toward her. She released her leg?s grip on him and he slowly climbed onto the couch. His eyes never left the bared breast before him, its nipple dark brown, pointed and hardened. He knelt there, staring at it, between his enormous wife?s legs and slowly removed the pacifier.
?OK. You need to pick me up in your arms then.? Jim figured if he was going to play this little game out, she was going to have to do her part.
She tenderly picked him up and laid him on his back in her arms. He found himself staring at the mammary that he knew so well, but had never dreamed he would know it in this context. He licked his lips.
?Now, you pull me close so I can .. um.. nurse.?
Andrea softly giggled, and did as instructed. Jim?s face came closer and finally contacted his wife?s nipple. He softly pulled it into his mouth as had been instructed so many times that day. With the nipple held on his tongue, he massaged it against the roof of his mouth in slow but strong movements, effectively milking it inside the tiny chasm.
Unlike all the other times that day he had gone through these motions, he was not rewarded with jets of warm milk. He did admit to himself that it was slightly soothing.
Andrea kept him there for about 10 minutes, and then pulled him off her breast. She held him close as she replaced the cup and pulled her sweater down again. Jim lay in her lap, quietly awaiting her next humiliation. He knew it was a matter of time before she would ask.
?Are you wet yet, honey??
There it was.
?yes.?
Andy smiled and picked him up in her arms. She carried him to the bedroom where the changing table stood. Maria and Grace had set it up there during the day. She laid him on it and lovingly pulled the strap across his chest to keep him from falling off. She pulled the thick corduroy pants off him, first by pulling the elastic waist over the bulk of his diaper, then sliding them off his tiny legs.
She repeated the action with the plastic pants and tossed them into diaper pail that was right next to the changing table. The diaper pins were removed and she lifted his legs with one hand as she pulled the soaked diaper from under his tiny backside with the other. The diaper joined the plastic pants in the pail.
Andrea replaced the diaper and pulled it up between his legs. As she did this, she could feel him tense up slightly.
?Oh honey. I suppose you prefer cloth??
?I don?t ?prefer? anything. You know that. Maria has me to wear cloth all the time.?
?Well, these Huggies are a lot easier. You don?t have to wash them. You just throw them away.?
?Whatever.?
She looked closely at his tiny genitals, his manhood reduced to a mere shadow, and his almost nonexistent testicles. She marveled at how tiny they were, trying not to stare. She was looking at them when she noticed a bit of diaper rash.
?Oh honey. You have real diaper rash.?
Jim turned red and faced the wall.
Andrea took a tube of Desitin cream and squeezed a large glob right into his ass crack. She used the clean inner surface of the Huggies to smear it up over his little cock, then liberally poured baby powder over the entire area. She then fastened the tapes on either side and released the strap across his chest.
Jim fidgeted, feeling the slimy mess that was trapped in the diaper around his middle. He had been subjected to powder, but the cream was a new experience. Plus it stunk.
?What IS that stuff??
?Desitin dear. For you diaper rash. Would not want you to be uncomfortable.? She giggled.
?Too late.?
Andrea helped him get his pants on, giving him a gentle pat on the ass once he was dressed again. She lifted him from the changing table sat him on her hip. His right leg was in front of her and his left stretched its distance behind her. Her hip made a perfect perch, although the pressure it put on his crotch only pressed the oozing mass in his diaper farther into his butt crack.
She wordlessly walked out the front door and brought him to the car.
He groaned. ?Now what??
Andrea set him in the rear facing car carrier and fastened his straps.
?Tonight is a practice run, little man. I am taking my baby to the mall.?
Jim tried in vain to escape his tiny prison as she shut the door and returned to the house. Even desperation could not help his tiny hands release the latch that held him firmly in place.
It was about 10 minutes later that she returned, carrying a blue diaper bag and wearing the same sweater but now sporting a skirt instead of slacks.
She slid into the drivers seat and started the car. Before taking off she held a baby bottle in front of him. He grudgingly took the proffered gift and began to suck.
He immediately gagged and started to cough. He looked at the bottle closely.
?Don?t tell me?.?
Andrea looked at the back of Jim?s infant carrier and smiled.
?Compliments of Grace, honey. She says she has enough stored to keep you well fed even on days like tomorrow when Maria has her day off. Now I want you to drink it ALL, understand? You can?t just buy that in a store, you know.?
Andrea pulled out into traffic, skirt pulled up and her free hand busy.
Jim lay back and began to pull on the nipple of the bottle, the now familiar taste of human breast milk filling his mouth. By the time they got to the mall, he was actually relieved he was wearing the diaper.
To be continued??.