Chapter 19
Little “Jamie” entered the dining room hand in hand with his newfound confidant, and with more than a little fear and trembling. Andrea and Amy both turned to look at him as he waddled in, each for a different reason.
He immediately noticed the high chair next to the table, with the pink frilly bib waiting for him. His “place” was between his wife and the preteen. He sighed and walked to stand dutifully next to the high chair and waited to be put in.
Amy did not let this chance pass as she stepped quickly over and lifted the tray and set it on a chair. She reached down and, with a slight grunt, lifted Jim into the elevated seat. She looked fondly at him as she buckled him in, placed the bib on him, and then set his tray back in place.
Once again, Jim found himself in bondage. He would not have been able to remove the tray, no matter how hard he tried. Until someone let him down, he was trapped.
He found that he was becoming used it. And it scared him. When his pacifier was pulled out of his mouth, he actually missed it.
Lunch was served. Ham and potatoes, salad and dessert. Everyone enjoyed it as they ate.
Everyone that ate it did. Jim was spooned his lunch from baby food jars. He dutifully played his part. All the training he had bee through with Maria, Grace and Tonya had made this part of the act almost second nature.
He made sure to grab the spoon a couple times, smearing the food on his face and some on the bib. This brought a light slap on his hand from his “mommy”.
Not that she did the feeding. Amy insisted that she get to, and Andrea was more than happy to oblige her. Under Andy’s watchful eye, every mouthful was carefully administered.
Even as he consumed, he felt the urge that he always dreaded. He fidgeted a bit and looked with a hopeless longing at the woman that wore his ring.
She knew instinctively what his issue was, patted his leg under the tray and nodded slightly.
Jim swallowed a bite and sat for just a moment with his mouth closed. The blushing that he did was only noticeable to her. Nobody else saw her hand slide between his legs and feel the diaper her husband wore.
His groan was barely audible.
She pressed her hand where the diaper was thickest and felt the warmth quickly spread.
She withdrew her hand and winked at him. He, in turn, tried to ignore her by concentrating on his “act”.
After the first container was gone, he thought he would have some fun. Tonya had done this a couple times. He did a few “raspberries” with one of the bites being spooned into his mouth from the next container, causing a spray of food to get on the table, his tray and the two females seated next to him.
He made little giggling noises and avoided eye contact with Andy.
She, on the other hand, was not amused. Having strained carrots spit on her dress once was annoying. If it happened again, she determined, she was going to be VERY angry.
“Ji..um…Jamie, you STOP that,” she scolded.
He opened his mouth and looked at Amy for her next offering. Amy looked at Andrea, who nodded. Jim decided once was enough but was determined to get at least one more success out of this, despite al the defeats heaping up on him.
While Andy and Marge made small talk, he took another bite of carrots and held it there. Amy waited for a bit for him to be ready for the next bite, but when it took a while she decided to work on her own food for a while.
That was Jim’s chance.
When he was sure nobody was looking, he placed the mouthful of carrots in his hand and held it next to him below the level of the tray.
So far, so good.
Next he watched for a moment when all eyes were pointed elsewhere and he made his move.
The dining room was linoleum and was directly adjacent to the living room, which was covered with a thick off-white carpet.
That was his target.
He slid his hand out the back of the high chair and flung the handful of orange as far as he could.
It landed two feet onto the plush carpet. Nobody noticed.
He carefully wiped his hand on the bottom of the bib and turned to get another bit from Amy. She offered him a teething biscuit. He did not take it, so she placed it on his tray. He stared at it sullenly.
That was when another voice called through the house.
“Anyone home?”
Jim froze in momentary fear. The fact that the voice was there did not scare him. The fact that he recognized it DID.
Into the dining room, rounding the corner from the living room came the large woman that Jim had seen at the church giving him a good look-over. He quickly turned and picked up the biscuit and began to gnaw on it, keeping his head down.
Amy was first to respond. “Hi Grandma,” she said, “Is it time to go already?”
There was no response. The woman was looking curiously at the groups seated around the table, most notably the young woman and her baby.
Jim made little noises as he did his best to destroy the teething biscuit.
“Doris, we were just finishing. Would you like to sit and join us?” Marge offered an empty chair to her sister.
Doris sat slowly, not taking her eyes off Jim.
“You must have met Andrea already. She had Jamie in the nursery during services today.”
Doris snapped out of it and looked at Marge. “Oh, yes. We have met already.” She smiled at Andrea, glancing once again at Jim.
“Andrea is one of my finest designers. Top Rated in the industry, you know.”
The conversation went on from there, but Jim was in his own world. Andy started chatting with Marge and Doris, but Jim heard none of the talk. He could feel Doris’ eyes boring a hole into his bald head as they chatted and he was not about to look up.
He decided to act like he fell asleep.
Soon he had his face down on the tray and waited.
Amy finally whispered, “I think she fell asleep.”
The other ladies looked up and smiled. Not the first time any of them had seen a child fall asleep in their dinner.
Doris quietly scooted Amy out the door, with only a quick look over her shoulder. Jim heard the front door close and decided to “wake up”.
He lifted his head slowly from the tray and slowly opened his eyes. He was looking directly into the face of wife.
“I saw what you did to Marge’s carpet. That is SO not funny.” She glared at him as he tried to act innocent. “I will deal with your attitude later. For the moment, I need your help.”
He was given a washcloth and allowed to clean his hands and face. It was the first thing he had been allowed to do on his own for a LONG time.
Once he was cleaned up, the tray came off, as did the bib. He was lifted down and stood next to Andy, unsure of what was next. She knelt down and removed the dress, pulling it over his head. Then she laid him on the floor and pulled the tights off.
He lay there only wearing the diaper. When he looked around he saw there was no diaper bag, so this was probably not going to be a changing. She picked him up and set him on his feet.
You wet your diaper, didn’t you?” she taunted.
He blushed but said nothing.
“Well, you are going be in that wet diaper for a while, so deal with it.”
He had no chance to respond, because from over his head a small stack of clothes dropped at his feet.
Clothes. REAL CLOTHES. In HIS size.
He picked up a pair of tiny pants and looked at them, then looked at Andrea.
She and Marge were by this time sitting on the couch, watching him. He looked at the rest of the items on the floor then back at them.
“Well, darling, give us a show. I designed these just for you and I want to see how they fit,” Andrea said. She looked at Marge, who looked back at her and they both smiled.
Jim let the situation sink in. He was just about to lift a leg and slide the pants on when he once again became aware of what he still wore.
“Did you make any regular underwear at the same time?” he queried, looking up hopefully.
Two smiles looked back at him, the smile on his wife’s face a lot more evil looking than the one on Marge’s.
He sighed. “I thought not.” He thought for a moment. “But I can talk to you…like an adult...right?”
Both women smiled and nodded, so he figured that was going to at least be better than having to act like a baby for a while.
He figured wrong.
“Before you can get dressed, you have to do two things for us.”
He sighed. “What?”
“You, little man, get to model your diaper for “mommy and aunty Marge”.”
Marge covered her mouth to hide the smile that appeared on her face, but it did nothing to stifle the giggle that slipped past. She watched as the tension grew in the room.
“No, please Andrea, don’t do this to me,” he pleaded. It looked like he might actually lose his self control and begin to cry.
Andy got off the couch and knelt by the standing form of her tiny mate. She looked him in the eye. When he met her gaze, he thought he could see a hint of pity, and held onto that possibility with all he had.
“Honey, just humor on this. It is just for fun, honest. Marge wants to try this new line out and see if it will sell and you are the perfect person to model them. But because she was SO nice to change you before lunch, I want her to see what my CUTE little hubby looks like in his diaper. Just for fun. Please? As a favor for me?”
She whispered in his ear, “It may make way for a promotion in the company for me.”
He nodded, wanting not only to make his wife happy but also to be of SOME help in furthering her career. She clapped her hands, patted him on the head, and returned to her place on the couch.
He stood looking at them, not sure what was required.
“Walk around, Jim. Show us that cute little tush.”
Jim started to walk slowly in a circle around the living room. Marge patted Andrea on the knee, her hand still covering her mouth. Andy was doing a better job of containing herself, although sexual excitement was building and she wanted more.
“Come on, baby man. WORK that diaper!”
The look of desperation that they saw on his face was too precious for words. Both the females on the couch were getting a total thrill from seeing this tiny man being forced to exhibit himself clothed only in a diaper.
Andy knew she had almost reached his limit, but she was going to get one last thing out of him. She knew that using the clothes as a dangled carrot would make him do “almost” anything.
“Now stop right there…good. Tell mommy what you are wearing.”
Jim blushed but complied. He quietly said, “A diaper.”
His wife turned to Marge and asked if she could hear him. Marge shook her head. “Louder.”
“A diaper,” he shouted. “I am wearing a cloth double diaper, with diaper pins and plastic pants. Better?”
Marge looked shocked. Andrea had the slight blush of a woman sexually aroused. She wanted more.
“Tell aunty Marge what you did in your diaper.”
He unconsciously dropped his hands to cover what part of the diaper he could as his eyes pleaded with her for mercy.
It never came.
“TELL HER.”
“I wet my diaper, aunty Marge,” he said with trembling lower lip. The frustration and humiliation was about to wash whatever ego he had left away.
At this point Marge decided to try her hand at the fun. She touched Andy on the leg momentarily and Andrea responded with a wink.
“That is what diapers are for, baby. So when you have an accident, you won’t make a mess. Isn’t that right?”
Jim nodded, unable even to make eye contact at this point.
Her next assumption was more pointed.
“You have to go now, don’t you?”
He blushed, standing in the middle of the room. He did not even bother to talk anymore. He nodded again.
“Well, I think you know what you need to do.” Marge glanced at Andrea, exchanging a look that spoke volumes. “You wet your diaper, right there where we can see, and then you can get dressed.”
Jim looked longingly at the pile of clothes, actual adult clothing albeit small, that lay on the floor. He was in no position to debate, argue or negotiate. He knew what they wanted. All he could do was comply.
A tear slid down one cheek as the flow began. The diaper sagged visibly with the additional liquid. A slight yellow tinge showed through the plastic pants.
Marge was visibly amazed that he did it, Andrea did her best to hide the fact she was VERY aroused.
She wordlessly motioned him to go ahead and get dressed. Jim, for his part, sighed in relief, not only for being able to put the clothes on but because he had in fact been holding “it” and was relieved to finally “go”.
He sat heavily on his butt as he slid the pants on. He rolled over on his hands and pushed himself to a standing position.
This move looked so much like a toddler standing up that both women giggled. Jim was not even aware that the bulky double diaper (now getting heavily sodden from wetting) made his movements even more infantile.
He stood and pulled up on the fabric of the pants. They spread wide and slid over the plastic pants, compressing the diaper slightly as it slid into place. He looked down and was not surprised to see that the bulk of the diaper was clearly evident.
“I suppose this makes you happy?” he said, as he looked at his huge butt and felt his crotch, testing the thickness there.
“Oh, but HONEY, you just KNOW I am doing this for you!” Andrea smiled with her most innocent smile, her face still a little flushed. “I have to make sure you are WELL taken care of. Now the shirt.”
He picked up a shirt and put his arms through the holes. As he fastened the buttons from top to bottom he looked down to see that the bottom of the shirt was long enough to meet between his legs.
And fasten with the snaps attached to the ends. He pulled his pants down, again exposing his soggy diaper, and fastened the shirt snaps between his legs. It worked just the same as the teddy Andy wore on occasion. Jim rationalized that if she could wear something that snapped there, so could he.
After a minor struggle, he stood erect and pulled the pants back up. He almost felt some dignity returning.
“Turn around and let us see how it fits.”
Jim longed to find a way out of this embarrassment, although it WAS less than wetting his diaper in front of them. He turned slowly and gave them the full effect.
His audience applauded. It made him blush again.
He tried on the other two outfits and then it was time to go. Andy promised to change him again at home, unless he was poopy. He assured her he was not. His wife held his hand as they went to their car, then get him strapped into his car seat.
Before they left, Marge came out and Andrea rolled down her window. Jim did not see the VHS tape that was slid into the car.
All he saw was two women talking pleasantries while he wanted to go home. He should have paid more attention.
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