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The old phrase says "If the shoe fits, wear it" What happens if all the clothes (and other things) fit? Note: some graphic married sex Chapter 1 The room was extremely quiet as the panel of doctors listened patiently for the man being interviewed to answer their question. The wait was not long. "As you know from my file, I have only been given a month to live," said the 30-ish man sitting on the hard folding-chair across from them. "the cancer I have was detected only a couple weeks ago and there is nothing they can do about it because it has spread completely through my vital organs. My only hope is this procedure." James Miller ended his short but honest speech a bit shakily and glanced back at his wife of 8 years, Andrea, who was sitting in the back of the room. She smiled at him encouragingly. Jim gave Andy a smile back, then turned to face the men and women that probably held his fate in their hands. A younger doctor cleared his throat. "Mr. Miller, we have looked over all the applicants and we have come to the position that yours is the most dire case and that you should be the one to try this new procedure as." The hoots and cheers from Andrea Miller drowned his voice out as she ran to put her arms around her husband. "AS I WAS SAYING..." Dr. Berk continued, smiling broadly and watching his fellow doctors smile also, "we will be able to begin the treatment at 8:00 tomorrow morning. Please report to University Hospital by 6:00am, all right? Oh? and no food or water after 4:00 this afternoon. We will see you in the morning. Thank you and good luck." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Jim Miller was had everything going for him, a decent job, lovely wife and basically anything he wanted. Andy was a fashion designer that could make money by dressing a model in dishtowels and putting her name on it. For the past 5 years they had enjoyed life and everything it had to offer. Until Jim started getting tired a lot and went to the doctor for a check-up. He had been sent directly to University Hospital where he was told that he had a fast growing cancer that was at that moment attacking both lungs, his pancreas, liver, gall bladder and one of his kidneys. The way it looked, Jim would not survive longer than a month. Except that there just might be hope. Studies had been underway for a new, controversial cancer treatment that might just be Jim's only hope. Case studies had shown that it destroyed in only one treatment ALL fast growing tissues. However the size and volume of the radiation used to give this degree of success did have some side effects. So far all test subjects had experienced total loss of body hair, loss of finger and toenails, and males no longer had any sex drive. None of this worried Jim as much as the final item mentioned. Any animal that had been tested with this method of cancer treatment had undergone drastic reduction in body mass, reducing then both in height and weight. Results averaged 50% body mass reduction and 66% weight reduction. Jim presently weighed 130 and was 5 foot 9 inches tall. This would put Jim's weight at about 43 pounds and height down to just below 3 feet. During the 3 days waiting for the panel to come to their decision, Jim and Andrea had talked about what they would do and had agreed that they would rather have him live in that condition than succumb to the cancer. At only 31 years of age, he was willing to take the risks. And now he had been accepted to be the first human to undergo this procedure. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Jim and Andy walked down the street, arm in arm, both knowing that this would be the last night together - in their current situation. Andrea had decided they were going to go shopping, eat at a nice restaurant, then turn in early. As they neared their car, Andy took the keys from her purse, looked at Jim and said, "Do you want to drive? This may be the last time you can." Jim sucked in his breath, but shook his head and opened to drivers door of the new Corvette for his wife. After she was seated Jim went around and got into the passenger side. Andy drove across town to the mall and deftly pulled into a parking spot near the main entrance. "Well," she said, "I hope you are not too embarrassed to get clothes that are going to fit you." He looked her in the eyes. "Not if you are there to help, not a bit." "Good, let's go SHOPPING!!!!" Andrea popped out of the car even before Jim could get around to open it for her, grabbed his hand in hers and walked briskly into the mall. Together they walked past 2 men's shops and a "Big & Tall" shop. Jim knew better than to ask any questions. Shopping was what his wife did best, especially when it had anything to do with clothes. She turned halfway down the mall and headed for Sears. SEARS?? She always shopped at the most upscale shops and stores. Normally she would never consider going into a Sears store. As he was considering this strange turn of events, he did not notice until too late that they had ended up in the children's section of the store. Jim looked around at the displays of overalls, shirts, jeans and jackets, most of which sported pictures of Elmo(r), Big Bird(r), a blue dog or Winnie the Pooh(r) characters. "Andrea, what are you doing?" Jim whispered as they moved toward a display of OshKosh(r) overalls. She stopped and looked at Jim as he stood surrounded by toddler clothes. "You said you were going to be brave about this. If you are going to be the size of a 3 year old, then we are going to have to buy some clothes to fit you, right?" "I thought you meant we were going to one of those big and tall places, they have like- midget stuff there, right?" Jim said. Andy held out a pair of overalls with Tigger(r) on it. "Jim, that is terrible. I plan to make some clothes that will be tailor made for you, but for now I am going to have to buy them. Now, what do you think of these? You are going to fit into a 3T. They may be a little baggy in the behind," Andrea chuckled, "but for height and weight, they should be perfect. And you can get 3T without the snap crotch." Jim looked at her, not sure what she meant. "You silly," she said. "You want me to be able to take your pants off like this?" With that she pulled out a different pair of overalls, laid them on the top of the display and unsnapped the crotch from one leg cuff to the other. Jim shook his head, knowing now what these clothes were equipped to do. "No..uh..no thanks." He shuddered at the thought wearing a bouncy striped animal on his chest, but had to admit it was better than some things. He wandered off toward the power tools where he felt more at home. Andrea found him there talking to a salesperson about the pro and cons of different power drills. "Ready to go, hon," she said. "Great," said Jim. "I am starved." "Sorry little man, but we have been shopping too long." Andrea pointed at the clock, which read 4:30. "You are fasting till tomorrow." Jim groaned and meekly followed Andrea out through the mall and to the car. The drive home and for that matter the rest of the night was pretty quiet as both were deep in their thought about what exactly would transpire the next day. Chapter 2 The hospital waiting room was unnaturally quiet. 'Of course, they usually are,' thought Andrea Miller as she sipped her third cup of coffee that morning. She glanced again at the clock on the wall. 11:15 and still no word on how things were going. A few other anxious friends and relatives of other patients sat in different corners of the room, quietly waiting to hear what was happening with their respective patients. So lost was she in her own thoughts that at first Andrea did not notice the PA system announcement. "Mrs. Miller. Mrs. Andrea Miller. Please report to Conference Room B." Andy walked to the receptionist? desk and asked how to find Conference Room B and briskly walked down the hall and around the corner. "Mrs. Miller, please sit down," said Dr. Berk. "We have some VERY good news." Andrea sat at the edge of her chair. "Jim is still in the tank, but he is stable and it looks as though he has reacted, in most ways, as well or better than our test subjects. We have every reason to believe that your husband will be cancer free and able to carry on pretty much a normal life, maybe as soon as tomorrow." Andrea was almost beside herself. "When can I see him?" At this, Dr. Berk paused. "He is still in the solution and that area is considered confidential, but he should be out and in his own room within a half hour. Um, there is one thing that I am going to mention BEFORE you do see him. We had discussed the amount of body mass reduction and that we were not sure about how a human body would react to the treatment, correct?" Andrea looked at him and squinted a little. "Yes, you did. Why?" Dr. Berk cleared his throat. "Well, his response to the treatment was actually more successful in more ways than we expected, but his body lost more mass than expected also." "How much EXACTLY did he lose, then?" she asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer. "According to preliminary calculations, Jim lost 60% in height and about 80% of his weight. This is early calculations and once he is out of the tank." He paused and glanced at his watch, "about now, we will be able to tell you for sure." He could see the wheels turning in Andy's head as she tried to do the math. "Mrs. Miller, your husband is about 27 inches tall and probably weighs about 30 pounds." "Oh my God," she gasped, as she covered her open mouth with her hand. "Does Jim know yet?" "No ma'am. He was not conscious during the procedure and will probably be under for another hour after he gets to his room. He was aware that he would be shrinking during this experiment and agreed to whatever the outcome would be when he signed the paperwork. There is no risk to his life and all vital signs are normal, just like they have been with any of our test animals we tried before this." Andrea Miller sat pondering just what she was going to say to her very small husband when the doctor looked at the pager on his belt, then stood up. "Mrs. Miller, your husband is out of his treatment and will be in his room in 10 minutes. Would you like me to take you there?" "Oh yes, please," she said and followed him out the door. They walked down the hallway and stopped at the elevators. "When will he be able to come home?" she asked and was surprised at the response. "Maybe tonight, good possibility actually," said the doctor as they got into the elevator and took it to the 4th floor. They arrived at a small, private room and waited in silence for Jim to be brought in. A few minutes later, they both heard the sound of wheels rolling down the hall. A nurse, followed by another doctor, wheeled in a cart on which sat a clear plastic "bin". Andrea sucked in her breath as she looked inside at the sleeping form of what she knew was her husband but at first had to really look to be sure. James Miller lay sleeping in the cart and did not stir as it was rolled next to the bed. The nurse looked at the doctors, nodded and left. The second doctor took Dr. Berk outside the room and left Andrea alone with her diminutive and sleeping husband. She walked slowly to the where her was sleeping and touched his hand. It was warm and smooth. She began to pull back the blanket that he was wrapped in and marveled at what had happened to him. Jim was completely hairless, from top of his head to his feet. He had not been all that hairy but now he was bald. His fingernails were gone, just soft flesh at the end of each perfect little digit. He was breathing slowly and steadily. Andy marveled at how peaceful he looked. She was just about to take a closer look when the doctors came back into the room. "Mrs. Miller, we just wanted to tell you the results of the procedure," said the new doctor. "Your husband is completely recovered with no side- effects we can see. He weighs 13.65 kg, or 30 pounds. He is 69 cm tall, or 27.5 inches. All indications are that he will be conscious within half an hour." He looked at the clock on the wall, which read 12:15, "And may very well be able to go home by 5:00 this afternoon. Is there anything you need or questions I or Dr. Berk can answer?" Andrea thought for a minute. "Well, there is... we had not anticipated him ending up this small - and we bought clothes for him to be at least 3 feet. Is there anything you have here that I can put him in to get him home?" Dr. Berk stepped in. "I think I know where to find something. I will see what I can do. You just stay here and it will be sent up, OK?" Andrea nodded, and the doctors both took their leave. Andrea turned again to cart on which her husband laid. She pulled back the blanket that covered him and looked at his entire naked form. She smiled at his tiny muscles, still looking in proportion to what he looked like at full height, just... well, smaller. "I can't believe this is really you," she whispered, stroking his face and along one arm. The touch caused Jim to stir. Andrea covered him again and backed up a little to observe him as he woke up. Jim pulled an arm out from under the blanket and rubbed his eyes slowly. He was still a little disoriented and not aware of where her was, but this condition did not last long. He opened his eyes and looked at his hand, then straight up at the ceiling. He was flexing his hand and was just about to look around the room when the door opened and Dr. Berk walked in carrying a plastic bag. Jim sat up quickly in the cart, which caused it to roll slightly on the tile floor. Andrea grabbed it to keep it steady and at the same leaned over Jim from behind. Dr. Berk looked at the two of them in time to see Jim look into the huge face of his wife... and wordlessly pass out. Andrea was quick enough to get her hand under him as he lay back down and amazed at how light he was. She looked up at the doctor. "He really IS light, isn't he." Dr. Berk had just gotten across the room as Andrea removed her hand from under Jim's horizontal form. "Yes, he is more reduced in weight than height. It has something to do with a physiological balance. However, we were not anticipating it to be so drastic. I think I have some articles of attire that might fit. Would you like to see them?" He held out the bag to her. She took the bag and looked at Jim, lying there partially covered by the blanket. "Is he OK, you think?" "Oh yes, just getting over all he went through. His nervous system will probably be 'unstable' for a few days." Andrea smiled, then reached down and tenderly pulled a stray corner of the blanket over Jim and tucked it under him. She set the bag on the table and opened it. "It was not easy finding anything that a grown man would be... would you say, comfortable wearing," said the doctor as he watched. "This size may prove to be an adventure for acquiring suitable clothes." Andrea looked up at him. "I do clothing design work for a living. We planned for me to make all his clothes once we knew exactly what size her was going to be." "Well, I guess that takes care of then, huh?" said the doctor. "I don't have to worry about that detail then." Andrea dumped the contents of the bag on the table and looked at them. "Oh my, I really don't think Jim is going to be very happy... at ALL," She then smiled. Not a happy or kind smile, but a 'sort of naughty' smile. "Nope. He won't like that at all." Chapter 3 James Miller was sure he was dreaming. He had gone under on a gurney in the room outside the University Hospital Experimental Radiation Facility and had been coming slowly to. In fact, he was very sure that he was dreaming when he had opened his eyes and sat up (all in his dream of course) and seen his wife's extremely large head lunging toward him. Now he laid listening to his dream continue. "Are you sure you can't find anything that would give him a bit more decency?" he heard what sounded like his wife say. "I am sorry, that is all we have, it will have to do unless you want to try to go out and buy something else before he comes to," answered another vaguely familiar man's voice. By now Jim had come to realize that he was, in fact, NOT sleeping and this was all too real. He opened his eyes again and saw the huge figures leaning over a table nearby. Andrea and Dr. Berk!!! But they were SO BIG. 'What in the name of all?' thought Jim. Just then Andy lifted something up from the table. He could see that it was a pair of overalls, brass clasps to hold the shoulder straps. Made of denim and looking very sturdy. The only problem was that is had a big picture of some purple dinosaur on the front. Jim made a raspy wheezing sound and both the others in the room looked at him. "Jim!! Oh thank God you are all right." Andrea dropped the little outfit and came over to the table, slowly. "How do you feel, dear?" "I am OK... just did not think everything would look so big at 3 feet. It all looks like REALLY huge." Both big people looked at each other and Dr. Berk cleared his throat. "Um, Mr. Miller. I am afraid that we have found a few things are different in the reductions experienced by humans than those which happen to'say a lab rat." Jim sat up, careful to keep his denuded body covered by the blanket. "Oh yeah? Like what, can I ask?" Jim began to feel his chest idly as he waited for The doctor to answer. "Well, let me just give you the results of your 'treatment'. You were reduced in height by 60.3% and in weight by 79.6%. All cancer is gone and all normal side-effects did occur as expected." Jim was intent on what the doctor was saying as his hands rubbed over his smooth chest and descended to scratch the places he normally did when waking up. Andrea saw this and turned her head a little in embarrassment. Jim's fingers found the accustomed spot, but not in the condition he was prepared for. He threw back the blanket and stared at his completely hairless genitals. "OH MY GOD!!! What have you done?" Jim quickly covered himself as he got into a kneeling position. "There is NO hair... THERE!!" he pointed in that direction. Dr. Berk tried to interrupt but could not. "You said I would lose my HAIR!!! You never said I would lose it THERE." Jim was trying to stand up and the cart he was on swayed dangerously. "Please, please. Mr. Miller. You know that is was discussed that you would lose ALL the hair on your body. It was never specifically mentioned that you would lose your pubic hair. It was assumed you knew that." Dr. Berk looked at Andrea for help. Jim glared. "OK, just how SMALL am I? REALLY!!?" "Well, you are now 27 and a half inches tall and just over 30 pounds, Mr. Miller." Jim turned to his wife. "Am I really that tiny, hon?" Tears of frustration and anger had begun to well up in his eyes. Andrea nodded, not knowing what else to say. "Oh no. I thought it would be tough at 3 feet, but just over 2 is going to be awful. What am I going to do? What will I wear?" At that he looked up, first at the doctor, then at Andrea. "Those overalls, the ones you held up a minute ago - they have snaps in the crotch, don't they." Jim defiantly waited for the answer he knew was coming. He was not disappointed. Andy picked up the overalls, nodding. She showed him the rows of shiny brass snaps that ran up the inside of each pantleg. Jim moaned. He looked his wife right in the eyes. "What size are they?" Andy looked at the tag. "It says 12M." They both looked at the doctor. Dr. Berk was beginning to look uncomfortable. "Well, your sizes are just about the body mass... of a..well? a 12 month old child." The words sort of hung in the air. Jim sat back on the cart, beginning to be aware of just what he was sitting in, and Andrea just held the garment in her hands. "And just what am I laying in?" asked Jim. "That would be an infant hospital bed, Mr. Miller." "You have GOT to be kidding me!!" Jim said as he stood up. This action caused the cart to move away from the table and Jim lost his balance. His movement continued and he would have fallen had Andy not quickly caught him and held him in her arms. She was in total shock at how light and small her diminutive husband really was. "Jim, you have to be careful. You could get hurt doing that," she admonished him. Jim was in no condition to argue, held like a child in the arms of his wife, blanket long since dropped to the floor exposing his entire anatomy and the doctor that had done this to him standing right there. Andrea decided she needed to take the situation in hand. "Jim, dear, I know this is a shock to us all, but I am SO happy just to have you. NO matter how big or small you are, I will be right here to take care of you," she said as she carried him to the table. "Dr. Berk was nice enough to find clothes that would fit, and if you want to leave this hospital today in more than your birthday suit, you are going to wear them." Jim looked up, his face about 9 inches from hers and he could see she meant business. He looked again at the pile on the table next to him. "And you promise to make me something else to wear when we get home?" he asked. Andy smiled and nodded. "Of course. You know as well as I do that I can use whatever the firm has for equipment to create what ever fashions you want. At whatever size you are, OK?" She leaned down and kissed him on the head, while reaching for the first article he would wear. She held up what at first looked like underwear - then looked quizzically at the doctor. He smiled and explained that there are no underclothes per se for his size so they had to acquire that from an odd source. It had come from a 28" doll on display in the lobby. Both Jim and Andy blinked, then slowly turned to look at it. In her hand was a sheer panty, with elastic at waist and legs. Jim started to shake his head, but was cut short. "Jim, he did his best to get you clothes now put these on." Andrea thrust them at the reduced man. He took then, turned his back and, one leg at a time, pulled on the underwear. The legs went halfway down his thigh and the material covered nothing, but it would serve its purpose under whatever came next. Andrea next took a shirt that had a baseball and bat on the front and held the neck open so that she could put it over her husband's head. He stood and felt her installing this new item. She stood back and pondered this new development. "Um, well, you see, shirts that size normally have those, you know," said Dr. Berk, who was beginning to enjoy watching this little interaction between this married couple. Jim looked down to see the shirt did not stop at the waist, but had a flap that continued down in front, halfway to his knees. At the end were 3 snaps. "For WHAT?" screamed Jim. The doctor once again looked sheepish. "It keeps the shirt from coming un-tucked, OK? Kids that small can't tuck in their shirts." As he said this Andrea deftly grabbed the flap hanging behind Jim's butt, slipped it between his legs and snapped the snaps. Jim looked down in shock at the silly shirt he now wore - with the tails fastened between his legs hanging loosely. Andrea began idly chatting as she deftly unsnapped the legs of the overalls. "Jim, these are the best that the doctor could find." She loosened the last snap. "You are simply going to have to wear them." She pulled them over his head. "Now I think that you owe Dr. Berk an apology for not being appreciative for them." She quickly picked him up and laid him back in the clear plastic cart. "I think these look very nice on you." She began to snap the snaps running up the right pant leg and was getting very near the crotch when Jim had finally had enough. "Would you just let me BE already?" he screamed trying to sit up. His wife placed a gentle but firm hand on his denim covered chest and held him down. "Now you listen to me, James Allen Miller!" Andrea got her face very close to Jim's and he laid back down to keep some amount of distance. This allowed Andy to remove her hand from his chest and resume the pant leg snapping process. "I am going to tell you this just once. I have agreed to love you till death do us part, and I really thought I was going to lose you. But now you ARE this way and we both have to deal with it, OK? You are in these clothes because you fit in these clothes, and until I make other ones for you, you will remain in them. Do I make myself clear?" Jim lay in the basket, afraid of whatever his unhappy wife might do, just happy to not be naked anymore. "Y-Yes dear," he mumbled as finished the project of his overalls. He even laid very quietly as she slipped baby blue socks on his feet and little sneakers that sported a blue dog. "Now, that was not so bad was it?" Andrea was happy with the results of taking charge. It did Jim some good to realize he was no longer in charge. He was actually going to have to rely on her a lot from now on. "Let's see how you look," she said as she picked him up and stood him on the table. 'The overalls are definitely baggy,' she thought. Jim stood there feeling totally stupid. He looked down at his new clothes, then finally got the nerve to ask a burning question. "What is this on the front of these?" "Oh, honey. You are so sweet. You don't even recognize Barney, do you?" Jim groaned. This was NOT working out the way he had hoped... AT ALL!!! Chapter 4 "I am not going out in these ridiculous clothes," Jim stated, standing on the table with both his wife and the doctor looking on. Andrea was quick to reply. "Oh, really? And how do you expect to leave then? Hmmm? I suppose you want your jeans and a tank top and you will just march out of this hospital right in front everybody?" Dr. Berk stepped in at this comment. "Mr. Miller, please. You have to understand that we really are trying to avoid any involvement by the press in this matter. At least until the results are published and the treatment has been proven, I ask you to please... um, attempt to be discreet? It could mean the difference between your living a semi-normal life or being a freak that scientists will want to poke and prod. What would you rather do?" Jim looked down at the clothes he was wearing. His mind was racing from the events that had brought him to this point. He was wearing a shirt that snapped between his legs, overalls with Barney the Dinosaur on them and shoes with a blue dog smiling up at him. He was completely bald EVERYWHERE and would be for the rest of his life. 'Well,' he thought. 'At least I have the rest of my life.' "OK. OK. I will do it, but just till we get home, right?" he said. Both the doctor and Andrea smiled. "Yes, just till we get home," said his wife as she picked up a baseball cap and set it on his head. It read "Little Slugger." "Let's GO already," Jim complained. He waited for Andrea to set him on the floor, but instead she picked him up and set him on her hip with one leg in front and the other in back. "Andy, cut it out. Put me down, will ya?" Andrea was getting tired of the non-stop complaints she was hearing. She held him tightly against her, purposefully putting pressure on his crotch and looked him right in the eyes. "Jim, you just stop all this, RIGHT NOW. Either I carry you like this," she looked at the clear bin Jim had been wheeled in on, "or you can ride in the INFANT cart that you were sleeping in earlier." Jim gasped as he realized exactly what the cart really was. He just buried his head into her shoulder and did not make another peep all the way down the hall and out through the waiting room. There were about 8 or 10 people sitting in different parts of the room. One elderly grandmother saw them pass and smiled, clueless as to the real situation. The orderly was about to stop them when Dr. Berk held up a hand and she sat back down without another look. Andrea got to the door and it opened automatically to let her walk out into the late afternoon air. She was amazed that it had been this easy to get a full-grown (albeit 27" tall) man out of a hospital. 'This might not be so bad after all,' she thought. She arrived at her car and opened the back door. "What are you doing?" Jim asked. "I am going to have you ride in the backseat, hon. It's safer back there," she said as she attempted to remove him from her hip. Jim was holding on as hard as he could, finding out that he was a LOT weaker than he used to be. "Andy, please let me ride in the front seat? PLEASE? I promise I won't tell you how to drive or anything. Just not in the backseat, OK?" Jim looked up at her and their eyes met. In just a split second, they both realized what the other was thinking. For Jim, it was not a pleasant experience. Andrea looked down at the little man clinging to her blouse. He was almost to the point of tears and his nail-less fingers were turning white from holding on. A strange feeling came over her. It was part pity - and something else. Whatever it was, it was making her wet. REALLY wet. Here in her arms was the man she had slept with for the past 8 years, whom she had been the pretty wife to and done what she was told. And now he was begging her JUST to sit in the front seat. GOD, that felt good. She did not say anything as she slowly closed the door and carried him around to the passenger side of the car. She unlocked the door and carefully set her husband on the seat. Without a word, she pulled the seatbelt across and latched it. Jim was just about to object to having to wear a seatbelt, but one quick look into his wife's face told him that there would be no arguing. He slumped back against the seat and sighed. Andrea patted him lovingly on the head and closed the door. As she was walking around the front Jim noticed that he was so low in the seat, he could not see over the dash. Andrea unlocked the driver's door and got in. "You ready?" she asked. "I can't even see out the window," Jim pouted. He crossed his arms and stared at the compartment where the airbag was stored, not looking at her. Andrea had to bite her lip to keep from busting out laughing at just how cute her little hubby was when he did (and could not) get his way. She did however have to nip this problem in the bud also. She was just about to explain to Jim that she had nothing in the car for him to sit on for him to get a better view, when she saw Dr. Berk coming toward the car carrying something. As he came up behind the vehicle, Andrea shot out the door and stopped him away from where Jim could see them. "What is THAT for?" she whispered. "Hospital policy, Andrea. We have to supply this to anyone checking a... um, human of his size out. In fact, if you don't use it, we are required to report it to the authorities." Dr. Berk was blushing but Andy could see an official looking man in a suit watching the entire exchange. "You mean I have to put him in it and everything?" "Yes, I am afraid so. I really am sorry," he replied. Andrea looked at it and smiled. "Then you stay right here and help if I need it, OK? He is going to be furious." She stopped and looked around. "And call me Mrs. Miller, got it? I don't need anybody thinking anything." Dr. Berk nodded as Andrea took the infant car seat from him and opened the back door. "What are you doing, Andy?" asked Jim, trying to turn around to see what was going on. "Nothing, hon. Just Dr. Berk giving us something from the hospital that we are going to need," she lied. Andrea had helped enough of her friends with car seats that she had it buckled in a jiffy. 'Now the tricky part,' she thought. "What is it?" he inquired. Andrea motioned for the doctor to go to the passenger side and be on stand-by. "Would you like to see it?" she asked. "Well, yeah," he said. Andrea reached up and unfastened his belt. Jim stood on the seat and looked at the brand new car seat in the back. He did not even have time to react as Andy grabbed him, spun him around and set him in it. Dr. Berk tried to open the other door but it was still locked. Andrea was on her own. Jim was fighting and kicking, doing everything he could to spin out of the position he was in. It was all Andrea could do to keep him seated and get the protective bar down over his head and across his chest. He was totally out of control as the latch was slipped between his legs and latched into the seat buckle hidden there. Andrea sat back, panting. It had almost worn her out, but she had him in the car seat. Not only that, she was horny as hell. She had overpowered him all by herself and now he was completely at her mercy. "YOU GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!!" Jim wailed, kicking his feet and trying to reach the buckle release. "NOW!" Andrea was catching her breath as she said, "Jim, this is hospital policy. You have to." With that she got out and closed the door. She looked at Dr. Berk. "I am sorry I could not help you with him," he said. He took one last look at the tiny man, still struggling in his bonds. "I need to get back to work. Please remember he has a follow-up appointment in three days," he said and he left, more quickly than would have been necessary. Andrea smiled as he left, then turned and got into the front seat. "How is the view, hon," she mocked. Jim glared but did not say anything. He was trying to find some way to get to the release mechanism but it was out of his reach. "I think it is time I took you home, dear." Jim began yelling and begging her to let him out of the car seat. But, go home is exactly what she did. She started the car, pulled out of the parking spot and got into traffic. As she left the parking lot, a pedestrian walked behind the car and looked in. Driving was a nicely dressed mother and in the backseat was a child, screaming throwing a tantrum. 'Good thing that kid is in a car seat,' she thought as the car pulled away from the intersection. She watched the car disappear down the street, thinking all the time that children did not get enough spankings now a days. Chapter 5 The ride home from the hospital was uneventful. Not that is was pleasant, mind you. Jim sat in the backseat of the car, immobilized, sulking at his current predicament and Andrea concentrated on the road ahead. She would steal glances in the rear view mirror occasionally to make sure he was not attempting to escape his bonds. Andrea smiled at how cute Jim was when he was REALLY mad. She had seen him this angry before and it had scared her once or twice, but this time it just made her feel, well... different. She was trying to analyze just what it was when she reached their house in the suburbs. Andrea pulled into the garage and the door closed behind the car. She knew what she had to do, and she hoped that she could go through with it. Andrea turned in her seat and looked at her helpless mate. "I know that right now you hate what you are going through, Jim. I want you to know I love you and I always will do what I think is best for you. Will you let me do that? Please?" Andrea watched him as his grudgingly mulled over the words she said. "Will you get me out of these ridiculous clothes?" he asked. Jim sighed, kicked his feet up enough to see them and glanced at the shoes he wore. "Who is THAT, by the way?" "Oh. That is Blue. She is a dog. Those shoes fit you perfect, don't they?" Andrea's face brightened as Jim's little legs flailed. "Yeah, I guess so. I just feel kind of stupid wearing them." Jim sat back deep in the car seat so just his head was visible over the chest protector. "Can I get out now?" Andrea reached back and pushed the release. Jim lifted the restraint and leaned forward as Andy got out her door and opened the back door for Jim. He jumped off the seat and hit the ground a little off balance. Andrea grabbed him and helped him stand up. Jim shrugged off her grasp and started for the door into the house. "Wait a minute, honey pot." Andrea stopped him and gave him the bag. "You carry your own clothes." She handed the bag to Jim who begrudgingly took it and headed for the door again. Andrea made it there before him easily and held it open as he walked in, tottering slightly under the load. They headed for the bedroom and Jim dropped the bag on the floor. "Whew, that thing is heavy. Now can I get out of these stupid clothes?" Andrea kinda felt sorry for him, standing there in his baggy clothes. She was still very excited from the experience of overcoming him when he did not want to do what he had to. In all reality, she loved him more than ever this way. She got down on her knees and looked him in right in the eye. "Jim, you know I love you. I will do whatever I have to to make your life easier, right?" Jim stared at the oversized woman that was now crouched down to his level. "Y-Yes, I do," he replied. "Well then, I think that you should let me take care of you for a bit, OK?" Andrea watched his face and slowly Jim nodded. "I knew you would trust me," she said. Andy picked Jim up, only grunting slightly as she hefted his 30-pound frame, and set him on the bed. She laid him down and began to remove his shoes. Jim began to protest and sit up, but his wife simply pressed on his chest to lay him back down and carefully touched his lips with her finger. "Shhhh. Just let me, OK?" Andrea resumed her activities and Jim lay back and closed his eyes. She removed first one shoe and then the other. She was slowly removing his socks when her fingers slipped across the tiny bottom of his foot. He tensed just a little as Andrea remembered Jim was very ticklish there. "Oopsie, hee hee," she said, as the socks came off. Next she began to, one at a time, undo the snaps that ran up the inside of his left leg. Jim shuddered but did not make a sound. Her ministrations were causing all kinds of reactions. She reached the top and began to move down the right leg. By this time Andrea was so turned on she could scream. Here she was, in total charge of this little man. She could do anything she wanted to him and he would not be able to stop him. Her panties were beginning to dampen again. She had finished loosening the binds that held his little outfit to his body and she grabbed both ankles with one hand. With a flourish, she lifted his legs in the air, just enough to get his tiny butt off the bed. She then slid the overalls up under his back and set him back down. The action took only a split second, but it had incredible implications on Jim. He now knew that he was completely at the whim and wishes of his huge bride. What she wanted him to do, he was going to have to do. She was far stronger than him, and he knew it. Strangely, he was both excited and humiliated at the thought. Andrea sat him up and pulled the overalls off over his head. He smiled as the offensive "Barney" outfit was removed. She smiled at the little bulge under the doll panties that he wore. She wanted to see its cause in the worst way, but was enjoying the process so much she decided to do that last. She grabbed the little baseball shirt and pulled it up. Jim lifted his arms and she pulled it over his head. He now sat on the bed wearing nothing but the semi-shear doll article. Andrea pushed Jim slowly back down and motioned with her hand for him to stay there. Then she quickly left the room. Jim watched her go, uncertain what was coming next. His cock was doing NOTHING as he laid there. He put his legs together a little in an attempt at modesty. That was the position Andrea found him when she returned. She returned carrying her cloth measuring tape. She silently began to measure Jim's arms, writing down her findings as she went. She never said a word as she stood him on the bed and measured his waist and inseam. Her hands brushed against his tiny manhood as she went about her activities and both she and Jim shuddered. There was something electrical about the entire exchange that was going on; they both could sense it. It was when she slowly pulled the remaining article of clothing off his tiny body and laid him on the bed as naked as when she had first seen him at the hospital that she could no longer restrain herself. She knelt on the floor and pulled Jim by the legs to the edge of the bed. Jim tried to see what she was up to, but her head was below the edge of the bed. Andrea took her tape and held it up next to his tiny pole. It was barely longer than one inch, and totally soft. She made a mental note of that and dropped the tape on the floor. Jim about jumped through the ceiling when she engulfed his privates in her mouth. Then he laid back and enjoyed as she fondled his entire maleness with her tongue. His gasp had sent her over the edge. She stood up and began to remove clothing. He watched with rapt attention as the giant woman he was married to got naked before his eyes. He had seen her this way uncountable times, but never in such large proportions. Andy smiled as her soaked panties hit the floor and she climbed onto the bed next to her sexy little man. He looked in awe as the monstrous breasts slid silently past him as she laid on the bed. He had never envisioned being next to a woman more than twice his size, but now that is was happening he was struck by her beauty. He rolled over and began to crawl toward her head as it lay on the pillow. Andrea knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. She picked Jim up as he made his way toward the top of the bed and laid him right between her legs. He moved slightly up on her belly, arranging himself to align with her. He was slightly shocked to notice that his head did not even reach her breasts. Andrea grabbed his tiny buttocks and pulled them up close. Jim felt as he slid easily into his wife's waiting vagina. He moaned slightly as the hot, wet opening covered his flaccid member. Problem was, Andrea did not feel a thing. She pulled Jim closer to him, pressing hard on the small of his back in hopes to be able to feel any sort of stimulation from her husband. After a few tries, she whimpered in frustration. This did not go unnoticed by Jim. He realized that his wife was not even able to feel him inside her. He knew there was nothing he could do about it so he decided to attempt to give her some relief by being attentive to her breasts and nipples. In fact, he was reaching up to massage her left breast with his right hand when she looked down at him. In a heartbeat, Andrea grabbed Jim and, with a death grip on his arm, sat him back on his haunches. She balled the hand into a fist and pulled him forward. His tiny fist momentarily met resistance and halted against her labia, but his forward motion and her pulling on the arm caused it to slide right past the outer lips and sink him up to the elbow inside her. Andrea gasped as she impaled herself on the arm of her husband. Jim, at the same time, was shocked at the fact that his wife was using his arm as a phallic item. She was moving his arm in and out at a rapid but steady rate, lost to any outside stimuli. He gave in and went along for the ride. The only thing he could do at this point was attempt to support himself while his wife worked toward climax using his arm. He was able to get some weight on his other arm when she plunged him even deeper into the hot crevasse and pulled him off balance again. This forward motion brought his face down on top of her furry mound. Instead of trying to get away this time, Jim decided to play along with the drama as it unfolded here on their bed. He slid his face down and found her clitoris. The raging little nub was easy to find and, at his diminished size, even easier to suckle. He began to nurse the (to his perspective) finger-sized piece with urgency. He, however, did not estimate the reaction it would cause. Andrea was already climaxing from the size and length of Jim's arm up inside her pussy when Jim took her clit in her mouth. She experienced sexual pleasure like never before. She grabbed Jim's arm pushed it into her chamber as far as she could. She felt his fist pressed tight against her cervical point as she moaned loudly. Her hips bucked and jumped, pulling Jim with them. He did his best to keep hold of her button but soon was unable to keep a grip. He was tossed about as she rammed his arm deeper into herself with each thrust. He had long since bottomed out in her canal and could feel his fist pounding against the pointed entrance to her womb. He opened his hand inside her during an "out" stroke and caressed the smooth cone the next time his arm was forced into her. The clenching action of Andrea's vaginal walls and the torrent of fluids the flowed told Jim he had done a good job, whatever had happened. He closed his eyes and collapsed from exhaustion. Andrea slowed down and finally let go of Jim's small arm. She lay panting, reveling in the feelings that were just now subsiding. She sat up on her elbows and looked down where he lay unmoving between her legs. She slid up higher on the bed, leaving Jim resting there and rolled over to stand up. She bent over his small form, caring more about his condition than the twin rivulets inching their way down each leg. She could see he was breathing and he seemed to be resting peacefully. 'Just let him rest for a while,' she thought. She went into the bathroom and cleaned up some before putting on her bathrobe and slipping out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the den. Andrea Miller sat down at the computer and opened a browser. She took one last look over her shoulder to be sure Jim had not roused and typed in the address to her Anony-Mail account. It was no surprise that there was one piece of new mail. She opened it and read it quickly, smiling on occasion and allowing her left hand to idly slide inside her robe to massage her still wet slit. Another look over her shoulder and she began to type her reply. Chapter 6 It turned out to be an uneventful night. After Jim came to, Andrea continued taking measurements, then retired to the den again to enter his dimensions into the computer systems at work. By the time she quit, she had designed 6 outfits for Jim and had them printed out in pattern form on the printer on her desk at the office. She would pick them up in the morning and see about cutting the pieces for sewing the next night. Before she knew it, the clock chimed and it was 11:00 P.M. She looked for Jim and found him asleep in front of the television. Andrea carefully wrapped him in a blanket and carried him to the bedroom. She laid him on his side of the bed, got ready for bed and turned off the light. +++ Jim was first to awake in the morning. Normally he got up during the night at least once, but he was so worn out from his treatment at the hospital (as well as later) that he did not come around until just after 6:00. As he slowly regained himself, he felt as though he were in a cocoon or something. He was unable to move and for a moment felt claustrophobia beginning to set in. He opened his eyes and saw the familiar form of his wife lying next to him. He knew it would take a LONG time to get used to the size she was, though. This thought brought him fully awake. He was looked at what held him and found that he was tightly wrapped in the blanket Andy had rolled him in the night before. He tried with all his might even to get an arm out but the blanket was wrapped around so many times and so tightly that he could only lay there. He tried to roll over in an attempt to unravel his bonds. Unable to bend his legs, he started simply rocking his body back and forth. He got his motion going pretty good, going from right next to Andrea as she slept, then toward the edge of the bed. The end of the blanket was situated so that if he could get just one winding loose, he would probably be able to get out on his own. He almost made it, too. Just as he rolled away from Andrea the last time, Jim looked at the hardwood floor directly below him. With no way to break his fall, his center of gravity crossed the line and he fell over the edge. "Gotcha," said his wife as she grabbed him, just before he went completely over. She picked him up and held him close. "Did you think I was going to let you fall off the bed, dear?" Jim tried to get away, but was totally helpless in her arms. "Andrea, please. I need to use the restroom." Jim was by this time getting frustrated. Andy smiled, then held the end of the blanket as she flung him onto the bed. He spun through the air and fell with a rather ungraceful bounce. He quickly sat up and glared at his wife who stood looking down at him, giggling. "What was that for?" he wailed. He jumped down off the bed and made a beeline for the bathroom. As he attempted to lock the door, a large slender hand pushed it open. Andrea stepped in. "I'm sorry about you being rolled up like that, honey. I am only trying to help," she said with just a hint of a smirk. Jim knew he did not have a lot of time. He grabbed the seat on the toilet and lifted up. Then he took a good look at the situation and lowered it back down. He scrambled up, stood on the toilet seat and prepared to do his business. Andrea grabbed him, turned him around and sat him down. "Oh no you don't," she scolded. Jim felt like he was about to fall in but held himself up with both hands on the seat. "Don't even THINK about doing that. You are going to get the seat all wet and I don't want your feet where I sit. You just sit there when you have to go." Jim grimaced, tried to think of a good answer, then braced himself and let go. Andrea's face brightened as she heard him void himself while seated. "See? That was not so hard, was it?" she said. Jim was bright red by the time he finished and jumped down. "Not funny, dear. You try being this size and see how you like it." He sulked into the bedroom, his naked butt bright pink and his legs showing red where he had been sitting. "Is there anything my size I can wear that does not have some stupid purple dinosaur on it?" "Actually, there is," said Andrea, who had stayed in the bathroom and climbed into the shower. "I figured you could wear them today while I was at work. You like coveralls, right?" she yelled over the sound of running water. Jim did not like the sound of that. "Well, yeah?" he said hesitantly. "What?" she yelled, unable to hear his voice over the water. "YES!!? he screamed back, surprising himself at how loud he could get when he wanted to. "OK, there is a pair in that bag Dr. Berk gave us. Just put them on and I will get some other clothes made for you today." Andrea resumed washing her hair. Jim headed to the living room and spotted the bag. He reached in and was rewarded with the feel of fabric. It was soft and unfamiliar. As he pulled it out of the bag, he caught his breath. In his hand was a light blue blanket sleeper, with yellow cuffs and neck. Jim shook his head, mumbled an unkind word about the doctor and attempted to return the garment to the bag. His hand was intercepted and stayed right there. Andrea had a death grip on it. She stood behind him, dripping, holding a towel loosely around her and looking down at his naked little body. "Put it on," she growled, her hair dripping on the hardwood floor. "You are not going to run around here all day naked. It is either that, or you are back in Barney." Jim could tell by the look on her face, she was serious. He gulped and held the sleeper up. "um... right now?" he asked hesitantly. Andrea nodded, then stood and watched as she dried her hair. Jim held up the sleeper and turned it toward the front. With one look back at his wife, who no stood over him to be sure he actually did it, he turned his back on her and zipped the zipper all the way down the left leg to the foot. He turned it around and slid his left leg in and then his right. Andrea watched as he begrudgingly donned the cute sleeper. In all the time she had known him, she felt he had never looked so sexy. She dried her hair as he put on his little show, one hand rubbing the towel down her strands and the other sliding across moist exposed slit of her unfulfilled pussy. She knew today she was going have to remember to slip her vibrator into her purse. Jim put both arms where they were supposed to go and bent over to zip himself in. Andrea saw his cute little tush outlined in the soft fabric. It was all she could do not to pinch it. The zipper slid all the way up to his neck and Jim sighed as he saw his body encased in fluffy fabric. He turned to face his wife, who had wrapped herself in the towel. She applauded. "There, you see? You look just wonderful. Let's get something to eat." Jim headed for the kitchen. He sat on a chair at the table (he found 3 phonebooks to sit on) and waited for Andrea to get dressed. When she arrived, ready for the day, he and Andy chatted about the day they each had planned. He was going to work in the woodshop downstairs and she had a lot planned at the office. She reminded him that the patterns for his new clothes were on her desk there. He said he was thankful he would have something to wear other than these silly children's clothes. Andrea countered by making him admit that they were readily available for his size and they could find them without any age specific logos or emblems. After Andrea had put the dishes in the sink, she kissed Jim quickly on the top of the head and wished him a good day. She grabbed her purse and headed for the garage. As she the door closed behind her, she said "You be careful today. And don't get your clothes dirty. Hee hee." Jim bristled at the comment and headed for the basement. As Andrea pulled away, she reached into her purse, fondled her "personal massager" for a moment, and then picked up her cell phone. 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 aqu?." 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 beb? 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 v