Chapter 18
Jim lay for a moment, uncertain what his response should be at the large woman’s prediction. She smiled down at him with a curious look as she removed the tights that still encased his diaper.
“What DON’T you like about how you are treated?” she inquired as she slid the thin fabric down and off his legs.
He shrugged, best he could, laying there on the changing table. This was not enough for Marge.
“Could we try something? Just between you and me?”
He gave her a sidelong glance as his face clouded with doubt.
“Just hear me out, OK?” she said. “The fact of the matter is you need to be changed. Like it or not, you are in a poopy diaper and one way or another, you WILL get a clean one on. But, just for…um…fun, let’s take each step and you tell me what is so bad about it. Just so I can know. Would you do that for me? It would be the least you could do, beings I am about to wipe your poop covered tiny butt.”
Jim felt his face flush at the reference to his current condition. Involuntarily he pressed his ass cheeks together and felt the ooze move around.
Marge stood back and crossed her arms.
“Look, if it makes you feel any better, once Amy has gone after lunch we are going to have your try your new wardrobe that Andrea designed for you. I have all the outfits right here in the house. But we are not really able to do any of that till Amy is gone. Does that sound fair?”
Jim nodded, knowing the LAST thing he wanted was for the pre-teen to not only find out he was a shrunken adult, but a male in a baby dress as well.
“Wonderful,” she said as she once again went to work on his diaper.
She gripped the waistband of the plastic pants and slipped it over the bulk of the diaper. She slid it down and off his legs.
“How was that?”
Jim rolled his eyes a little but said, “Embarrassing but not too bad.”
Marge beamed. “Oh good. See? This will not be bad at all.”
Jim groaned as she loosened the pins and placed them next to him. She grabbed his tiny feet and lifted them with her left hand as she gripped the sodden material and pulled it from between his legs. She used the diaper as a wipe, slowly wiping down and removing what feces she could, then tucked it down and set his tiny bum down on the pile of flannel.
She looked down at him, obviously wanting his report.
“I feel like a total invalid, OK? You can pick me up with NO effort, hold my legs in one hand, and dress me however you want, and make me wear diapers!! Is that the kind of rating you want?”
Marge gave him the kind of look a mother gives a child when they don’t understand the question.
“No dear. I want to know what you FEEL when I do each step of your diaper change.”
Jim was afraid that that was what she really wanted.
“When you take off…um…my diaper (gawd) the rush of cool air is kind of refreshing, to be honest. From being trapped inside and all that heat not getting out, if I was still able to, I would probably get excited. That make you happy?”
Marge resisted the urge to kiss him on the forehead. She did however smile broadly as she nodded and proceeded with the next step.
She once again lifted his legs high enough to raise his butt from the cushion of diapering material and slid it out from under him. She pressed her foot down on the trip lever for the diaper pail next to the changing table and dropped it ni.
Jim watched as it disappeared.
Next she took a wipe from a blue plastic dispenser and began to methodically wipe the mess from his tiny penis and balls.
He winced slightly at its first touch.
“A little cold?” she asked, smirking.
Jim did not even bother to answer.
Legs high in the air, totally immobilized, Jim thought about his current position. He felt the wipe as it slid across his genitals and over his tiny penis. Then his legs were pushed down and his knees spread as she cleaned his butt crack. It seemed she spent a lot of time getting every little crevice clean. His legs were lifted again as she made sure there was nothing missed up his back.
The wipe was deftly tossed into the garbage. Marge looked at him expectantly.
Jim made a decision to give her what obviously she wanted.
“If I could still...um…get it up, that would have me hard as a rock.”
He lay on the changing table, dress around his shoulders, totally naked below the waist, trying to remember what that had been like.
“You wash me so tenderly that it would feel like foreplay. And you make it feel like you care about me. I would love to have felt that way when I was still full size.”
Marge nodded wordlessly as she pulled a cloth diaper from a shelf under the changing table.
Jim’s eyes could not hide the fact that he was less than happy to see it, but Marge pretended to not notice.
Marge held it up in front of his face. Jim, in turn, groaned slightly.
“You know, the way I see it, you should just go along with this whole “baby” thing until after your court hearing. Am I right? I am only trying to help you, OK? Just go with the flow Jim.”
He nodded. In his heart he knew that what was happening was for his own good. It did not make going through it any easier, but he had come to grips with the “why” part.
“OK, let’s just finish this then,” he said with a sigh.
“Wonderful”, She responded as she again gripped his feet and lifted his ass off the surface of the table while sliding the diaper under him. Then she pulled a second diaper from the shelf and placed it atop the first and lowered him back down on the thick double diaper.
She leaned over him and pinched his cheek lightly. At the same time, with her other hand, she flipped a small switch on the wall.
“Would the little baby like some ointment for their bottom?”
Jim did his best to follow along with the play, giggled and kicked his feet.
Marge lifted his legs again and liberally coated his tiny manhood with a white sticky goo. Jim played idly with his fingers, staring at them like it was the first time he had ever seen them.
She held a large container of baby powder up just long enough for him to glimpse it before almost pouring over the parts that were about to disappear inside his fresh diaper.
Jim played his part and waved his hands through the floating powder that blew up when the rest piled up on his little cock.
Marge could not have been happier as she quickly flipped the wall switch off again.
“Now, I want to know how you are feeling again. Just tell me, adult to adult.”
He lay there as she pulled the bulk up between his legs, then looked at her with surprise.
“Double diapered? You put in a double? Why?”
“Honey, we got a lot to do this afternoon and I do not know when Amy will be being picked up by my sister. Would you rather have her looking over my shoulder as I change you wet diaper, or just double diaper you and let you pee as much as you want?”
By this time poor Jim was almost grinding his teeth with frustration. Once again he was in a position to have to accept what he DID NOT want to happen to him. He took a bit too long to make his choice.
“I could just call Amy in right now and tell her that the little baby “girl” she has been playing with is really a tiny little man, with a real and TINY LITTLE penis. I think then we would all be able to just be honest about the situation.” She made a move toward the door.
“NO! Please Marge, stop. I would rather be in a TRIPLE diaper than have a preteen know that I am not really a baby. Please…um…just diaper me. I won’t complain.”
Jim could hardly believe he was saying what he heard coming out of his mouth.
Marge eyed him with a new appreciation.
“Would you like me to triple diaper you?” Her eyes literally twinkled as she reached down under him to retrieve another diaper. Jim was quick to stop her.
“I am not going to “pee” that much. Promise. A double diaper is just fine.”
She slowly brought her empty hand up and looked down at the compliant little “baby” on the table.
“And you promise to tell me how you are feeling as I diaper you?”
Jim nodded.
“Like an adult. Tell me what is going through your mind.”
With that she gripped the material lying on the table between his legs and pulled it up and tightly over his genitals. She looked down at him.
“When you pull the diaper up between my legs, I am going to be in it until I am changed and then only if I have wet or soiled them. I can feel you press on my cock down there but it just a slight pressure because of all the thick diaper you are putting on me. And the powder just makes it more babyish. I can smell it and see the wisps of it as you pull the diaper up. Is that what you want to know?”
Marge silently nodded as she took the first pin, gripped the side material and pinned the fabric. She looked at him again as she gripped the other side firmly and slid the second pin home.
As the pin locked Jim started once again started him oratory.
“Now I know I am trapped inside a diaper. Held in its grip like a baby. I could not get those open if I wanted to. The only way I will be able to relieve myself will be to just let go. And hen I do, nobody will notice. Every time I go, the double thick diaper you put me in will soak it all up and wait for the next wetting.”
Marge hardly wanted it to stop but she only had the plastic pants left to put on him. She pulled his legs straight up and slipped his feet through the holes.
As she got them past his knees and lifted his bum with his ankles again, he continued, “And there we have the plastic pants. Even if I tried, it would be almost impossible to leak past those. Over the padding wrapped around me you place a barrier of plastic designed to keep everything in. I may wet all afternoon, totally soaking MY diaper, but because I have MY plastic pants on, I know I am TOTALLY SAFE. Right? Little baby Jim is all clean and dry?!”
His frustration got the best of him toward the end as he put extra emphasis on the words.
Marge picked him up and sat him on the edge of the changing table, sliding the tights back on and adjusting the dress he wore so he looked like a perfect angel.
“No,” she said as she took the pacifier and stuffed it back in his mouth.
“Baby Jim is NOT clean and dry. BABY JAMIE is clean and dry and ALL ready for her lunch. Isn’t she?”
She chuckled as she hefted the disguised little man down, gripped a hand and led him out of the room and down the hall.
Jim was thankful his disguise had worked so far and was willing to do whatever it took to act the part. He toddled next to the huge woman as they walked slowly toward the dining room, his legs held far apart by the bulky fabric that, for the moment, were wonderfully dry and clean.
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