Chapter 14
Jim woke slowly. His head was laying forward on a hard surface and his feet were dangling below him. He knew without even opening his eyes that he was back in the dangling little prison that his tormentors called a baby bouncer.
He opened his eyes and looked around the room. The playpen was still in the middle of the room, blankets laid on the floor with assorted diaper items laid out on it. His infant carrier lay discarded next to it.
He heard a noise in the kitchen and turned his head toward the noise. The movement began his bouncer to rotate and once he was aligned with the kitchen he stretched his leg to the floor to stop himself.
He could not reach the floor.
He looked down and could see that he was elevated about 6 inches from the floor. Jim sighed in resignation.
?Good morning, baby Jim.?
Andrea?s voice came from around the corner in the kitchen.
Jim grumbled a response.
?I want you to know that I forgive you for what you did to me in the mall last night. I know this has been rough on you but you have to promise not to do anything like that again.?
Jim considered his options for a moment.
?OK. But do you have to take me out like this? Just leave me at home or something.?
?I can?t do that,? she countered. Andrea walked around the corner of the kitchen with a jar of baby food and a bottle. ?I have to take the best care of my baby I can. Right now I want you to eat your breakfast so we can go.?
Jim sat up straighter. ?Go where??
Andrea pulled up a chair to where Jim hung suspended above the floor. ?You have an appointment with Dr Berk, dear. He wanted to see you in three days, remember??
She popped the top of the baby food jar and set the lid on the counter.
Jim cringed as he saw the words ?Strained Carrots?.
?Oh God, Andrea. Please don??mmmphhhh..?
She stuffed a large spoonful into his mouth. He quickly swallowed and was rewarded with spoonful after spoonful. He finished the contents of the jar in just a few minutes and Andrea praised him the entire time.
As he choked down the last of it, she pressed the bottle into his hands.
?Good baby. Now drink your bottle while I get ready to go.?
She put the chair back at the table and walked out of the kitchen.
Jim stared at the contents of the bottle for a moment. He almost jumped out of his skin when his wife snuck up behind him and whispered in his ear, ?Don?t worry, honey. It is actual formula. Last night?s was the only bottle of breast milk I have. Grace said she will get me more next time she is over. So drink up.?
Jim tilted his head back and stuck the bottle in his mouth as she walked away. He drew heavily on the nipple, causing a stream of formula to fill his mouth.
He almost spit it out in disgust.
?Andrea, what the hell IS this??
Andy could be herd laughing from the other room.
?It is Iron Enriched Formula, honey. Dr Berk says you need to be sure to get enough iron in your diet.?
Jim grimaced at the thought of even putting it back in his mouth, but he closed his eyes and commenced to choke down the awful tasting mixture.
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Andrea lay on bed, imagining what her tiny hubby was thinking about his predicament. Those thoughts, and a little help from her vibrator, brought about that days first orgasm.
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Jim hung sullenly, finished bottle on the floor, waiting for Andy to return from the bedroom. When she did he just looked at her.
?Oh, come on Jim. You can do better than that. Don?t you want out of your swing??
Jim thought of a good snotty response, and then thought twice about saying it.
?Yes?
?Well, hold your arms out to me and make little grunting noises.?
?What are you talking about?? he asked.
?When a baby wants out of something, they hold their arms up and make little noises. You do it.?
Jim bit his lower lip, consternation written all over his face. He wanted out of his hanging jail in the worst way, but was having a difficult time mustering up the courage to go through the humiliation of getting out. He sighed and put his arms up, reaching toward his oversized bride.
?Uh. Uh.?
Andrea stood back, crossed her arms and shook her head.
?You will have to do better than that. Do me a favor, honey. Think like a baby, OK? You are supposed to act like one, think to yourself?what would a baby do? Jim, I admit, last night at the mall, you acted like a real baby would. I did not like what you did, but how you did it was perfect. The people in the mall were totally convinced you were a bratty little toddler.?
Jim brightened slightly and thought for a moment about what she said.
?OK?
He leaned forward and put a strained look on his face, reaching his arms toward the person acting as his ?mommy?.
?UH?..UHHHHHH?
He bounced a little as he strained to reach her, leaning all his weight against the front of the swing.
She swooped down on him, pulling him from his confines and hugging him close.
?Oh Jim, you just are SO precious. I could eat you up.?
She put her mouth on his neck and blew a long raspberry.
He cringed and tried to pull away but she held onto him, tickling and playing as she brought him to the living room. He was laid on the floor, and his diaper changed. The huge soggy mess felt good to have removed. He felt the clean cloth diaper placed under him and pulled up between his legs. He looked at his diaper-wielding wife questioningly.
?No powder or ointment this time. You have an exam today. Are you getting to where you enjoy those??
Jim lay back and closed his eyes in disgust.
?No?
She smiled as he was put back into his baby items: toddler shirt and jeans with tiny socks and sneakers. As soon as he was dressed he found himself once again in his carrier, being carried to the car. He was not surprised that he was sharing the space in the carrier with the red Teletubbie.
Deciding that he might as well play the part, he pressed the panel on it?s front.
?Eh oh. *giggle* ? it said.
As Andy snapped the carrier into its holder in the backseat she looked in and commented on him playing with his toy. Jim grimaced but said nothing. He continued pushing the panel and making the doll play different songs and noises as the car pulled into traffic.
Dr Berk?s office was in a busy complex near the hospital where Jim had had his procedure in the first place. Andrea easily carried the diaper bag and Jim, in the carrier into the waiting room and set them both on the floor as she checked in. There was a large fish tank on one end of the room and 4 people sitting in various seats around the room.
Jim held onto his toy and watched everyone from his vantage point near the floor. The 4 people were 2 couples, both looking like older ?grandparent? types. One old woman smiled at Jim and he quickly broke eye contact. Andrea picked him up and moved to a seat near the fish tank. She set the carrier on a seat next to her and sat down. She whispered that they would have to wait about 5 minutes.
Jim tensed as the old lady that had looked at him stood and slowly headed their way. She smiled at him again as she sat down on a chair next to his carrier, on the other side of him from Andrea.
?You have such a beautiful baby, dear,? she said she looked first at Andy, then into the carrier at Jim.
Andrea nervously thanked her and tried to regain eye contact with the woman scrutinizing her tiny man.
?He looks so thin. Is he sick?? she inquired, intently looking at Jim. Jim was becoming very agitated as he looked back at kindly woman.
?Yes. Terribly sick. He had cancer, but we have that under control now. He is eating better now and the doctor says he will be just fine.?
The lady looked up at Andrea and Andy could see the questions written all over her face.
The intruder asked slowly, ?Are you still breastfeeding, dear??
?Um, yes. I am. He really needs that time, I think.? Jim cringed and turned a few shades of red. Andrea swallowed hard but kept a smile on her face.
The answer she had given did not visibly satisfy the old woman, but she got up, took one last cursory glance at Andrea?s ?baby?, patted Andy on the knee and walked back to where her husband sat reading a fishing magazine. She commenced to begin a hushed conversation with him, glancing often their way.
?Jim Miller??
The nurse?s call startled both Andrea and Jim. She stood and followed the nurse to an exam room. As they went through the doors, Jim could see both pairs of spectacled eyes watching him. He was relieved as the doors cut off their view.
Andrea set the carrier on the exam table and the nurse busied herself with instruments covering the counter in the corner.
?Please strip him down to his diaper,? she said, not even turning around.
Andrea paused for a moment, the shrugged her shoulders at Jim and removed him from the carrier. He allowed himself to be moved, jostled, stood up and sat down as Andrea removed everything he wore except the diaper. She picked him up and set him on her hip.
The nurse turned around and looked at him.
?You can go ahead and set him in the scale, please??
Andrea obliged, placing him in a seated position in the top basket.
?Could you lay him down, please? We don?t want him to fall out of there somehow and hurt himself?.?
She stopped and held her hand to her mouth.
?Oh my GOSH. This is no baby. He?s an actual?.? She spun around and picked up the thick file folder that said ?Miller, James A.? on the top and leafed through it. She slowly looked up, first at Jim, then Andrea.
?That is SO absolutely amazing.?
Jim tried to pick up the act by stuffing his thumb in his mouth. Both Andrea and the nurse giggled at the sight. He quickly pulled it out. Andrea pulled a pacifier from the diaper bag and stuck it in his mouth. Jim looked embarrassed but kept it there. Andrea ignored him.
?You can see in his file what happened to him. Dr Berk had us come back for a three-day check. We thought you would have been told.?
The nurse, still in shock, shook her head. ?Dr Berk had an appointment for a 1 year old baby boy. He said nothing about this. I guess he wants a normal exam, so I suppose I will do that.?
She snapped into the routine of a regular exam. Gone was the look of wonder and shock. She had a job to do and she was going to do it.
First she checked his weight on the scale and wrote ?30 pounds, 9 ounces? in the chart.
She picked him up and set laid him on the exam table Next she measured him with a tape. 27 inches. She felt up his arms and down both legs as well as across his belly. She took a small stethoscope and listened to his breathing. Almost as an after thought, she asked him to breathe at all the right times.
She nodded professionally at the results, then proceeded toward the next step in the exam. At that moment she noticed the diaper.
She addressed Jim directly. ?Oh dear. Did that procedure make you incontinent as well??
Jim shook his head. Andrea answered for him.
?We are just trying to get him in and out of here without too much scrutiny. Think of it as a disguise.?
?Yes, but cloth diapers? Honey, those are so old fashioned.?
Andrea giggled and turned to Jim. ?Which diapers do you like better, honey? You like cloth diapers or disposables??
Jim just lay there, embarrassed beyond words, sucking his pacifier.
?He wears what I put on him, don?t you Jim??
The nurse stepped forward and began to remove the plastic pants. ?I do need to do a complete exam, so I will have to take these off for a bit.?
As she was saying this, she stopped at looked at Andrea with a stunned expression.
?Um, Mrs. Miller. Your husband has a wet diaper.?
This caused Andy to laugh out loud, causing no shortage of chagrin to little Jim.
Andrea stepped up and finished removing his wet diaper and plastic pants. Jim lay on the table, totally naked as she asked his wife to place a hand on his chest to keep him from falling off the table.
She moved to the counter then back and grabbed both ankles with one hand. She lifted them into the air and, with the deftness of someone that had done it hundreds of times, slid a thermometer into his tiny butt.
Jim felt the cold glass rod slide past his sphincter and into his bowels with stunned shock. He groaned and wiggled, trying to push the offending object from his body.
?Don?t wiggle honey. If you break it off inside there, we will have a terrible mess on our hands.?
Jim winced from discomfort but stilled at the thought of broken glass up ?there?.
?That?s a good boy,? she said as he watched the mercury slowly rise on the part of the thermometer not slid deeply inside Jim?s tiny ass.
She stared at his tiny penis.
?His genitals are so tiny. My goodness, I think it is so CUTE.?
Jim notice and rolled his eyes toward Andy. She suppressed a grin and pressed the conversation further.
?I know. I think so too. And look, the procedure destroyed his prostate. He can not even achieve erection anymore.?
She took his penis in her free hand and began to massage it. Jim closed his eyes in humiliation as his privates were manipulated openly in front of this strange woman.
The nurse tilted her head to one side.
?That is absolutely amazing. It looks like a it is all intact. Are his testicles still there??
Jim lay on his back; a thermometer stuffed in his rectum, with 2 women discussing his tiny, useless maleness. He covered his face with his hands ni shame.
Andrea stopped removed her fingers from his limp cock. ?You are the professional here. Check them out.?
Jim peaked through his fingers and watched as the nurse began to slowly examine between his legs. He could feel everything she did as each tiny testicle was carefully fondled and checked, then his limp member.
Not long ago, that would have resulted in a raging hard-on.
Alas, he thought, never again.
?Oh my. I find that to be the most fascinating thing I have ever seen,? stated the nurse to Andrea, acting like Jim was not even there. ?And we forgot about his temp.?
She slid the probe out of his ass and noted the temp. Jim felt much relieved at its departure and sighed slightly.
The door to the exam room suddenly burst open and Dr Berk stepped in, quickly closing the door.
?Marsha, I did not have a chance to warn you about this patient. I trust everything went alright??
?Of course, doctor. I did a full exam just the way I always do.? She winked at Andy.
?Um, well, alright then. Thank you. I will take it from here.?
Marsha said goodbye, then left the room, with one last glance over her shoulder at the naked tiny man on the table. She smiled to herself and closed the door.
?I am sorry about that?, Dr Berk claimed as he looked over the nurse?s notes. ?Everything seems to be in perfect shape. Just the way we expected.?
He looked up at Jim over his glasses. ?You have put on some weight. That is great.?
Jim lay there, watching everything, pacifier still in his lips.
?Should I put a diaper back on him?? Andrea asked. Dr Berk nodded and Andy pulled a Huggies out of the diaper bag.
Jim grabbed the pacifier from his mouth.
?Is this all REALLY necessary? All this baby stuff?? He made no attempt to move as she lifted his tush and set it on the diaper.
?Jim, I can understand how you feel. I really can,? the doctor replied, ?but if we can get your case to look like an embarrassment, there will be no chance of anyone leaking it to the press. We really want to see what the long-term effects of this are on a person. I just hope you are trying to learn the ?part? you need to act like.?
He turned to Andrea. ?How is that going??
She pulled the diaper up and fastened the tapes. ?He is doing great. He crawls, babbles and acts babyish. He drinks from his bottle, usually, and eats baby food. He is still getting used to his diapers, aren?t you dear??
She patted the front of his Huggies. Jim rolled his eyes back in his head.
Dr Berk looked concerned. ?What do you mean by ?usually???
Andrea smirked slightly. ?My maid?s daughter has a baby and is breastfeeding. She has been letting Jim here enjoy some of the finer points of being a baby.?
The doctor nodded. ?I really want to be sure that his act is convincing. Do you mind if we try a few things? Just to make sure he in convincing.?
?Do you want him dressed??
?No. That will not be necessary. I see he sucks a pacifier. That is good. Could you let him crawl for me??
Jim had no choice. Andrea set him on all fours on the floor and he crawled around the table slowly twice. Next he babbled some baby talk, with some corrections from both the huge humans watching him. He had to cry for them. That took a bit of time.
Then he asked the question Jim dreaded.
?Could you act like you are nursing him??
Jim was about to respond when she said ?Sure!?
?Andrea!!?
?Hush, Jim. Be a baby, honey. Be a baby.?
She picked him up and sat in a chair. Before he could even try to resist, her shirt was unbuttoned, and her bra was exposed.
?I did not wear a nursing bra, doctor. I had no idea I would need to do this.?
?Relax. I have seen more mothers nursing babies than I can count. It is just natural??
Andrea smiled and pulled both cups of her bra up over her breasts. She lay Jim across her lap and held him to a nipple. He dutifully began to suckle.
The doctor observed for a few minutes, both watching Jim as he nursed, and eying Andy?s other breast.
He clapped his hands. ?Well done. Go ahead and dress him. We should be about done.?
Andrea pulled Jim off her breast and sat him up. She put his pants and shirt on before she realized that she still had her bra up around her neck. Embarrassed, she pulled it down, adjusted it and buttoned her blouse.
She set Jim in the carrier, slipped his pacifier back in his mouth and strapped him in. She left him to go over some forms with the doctor.
Jim lay there, totally humiliated, glad that the ordeal was over. As he lay there, he felt a familiar urge and glanced at the clock. 10:30. Oh no?.
?Andrea??
Andy did not even turn around. ?In a minute, honey.?
?Andy, please!?
Andrea turned at looked directly at her puny husband.
?James Allen, you sit there and hush! I need to discuss some things with the doctor and I will get to you in just a moment.?
Her stern voice caused Jim to stop. He looked at her, idly nursing the pacifier. He knew better than to interrupt again.
Andrea turned back to the documents on the counter.
Jim fidgeted and wiggled, fighting the growing pressure in his bowels. There was a restroom door off the exam room and he could see the toilet from where his carrier was resting.
So close?.yet so far away.
The tears welled up in his eyes as he felt the urge take over. He was helpless to stop his bowls from emptying themselves into the diaper he wore. He quietly lay there as the ooze spread inside the diaper; up his ass crack in the back and forward till it began to encase his tiny balls.
The conversation at the counter stopped suddenly. Andrea sniffed the air, then slowly turned around and looked at her tiny man in the carrier.
?Did you poop your diaper, Jim?? she asked.
He nodded.
?I will change your diaper, baby, as soon as I am finished here. Or we could call the nurse back in here to change you.?
Jim shook his head emphatically.
With that she turned back to leaving her conversation, winking at the doctor as she did, leaving Jim feeling totally alone and humiliated. He found that it did soothe his tattered feelings by really working the pacifier that always seemed to be in his mouth.
He began to wish he had a bottle to suck on. Then he shook his head, unnerved, unable to deal with the fact that he was thinking that way.
It took another 15 minutes before she was done. He was changed into another Huggies, and strapped back in the carrier. Andrea covered Jim with a blanket and carried him, and the diaper bag, out of the office.
Forcing him to sit in his dirty diaper had put her in a mood that needed attention. She knew just what would scratch that itch.
Still more to come??