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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 37 (Sunday - week 6) In his dreams he was wearing his silly baby dress, sucking on his pacifier, and holding a baby bottle in one hand as he went into someone's house. His friends were all there - his male friends. They had all come to play poker. There was a highchair at the poker table. He skipped from the door to the highchair and climbed up into it as all his friends laughed at him. Someone put the tray in place for him. "Fank you, he said in his silly sissy voice. For some reason, he was saying the letters "th" as an "f." The cards were dealt and he played his from the tray on his highchair - although he didn't really play since he wasn't allowed to hold the cards in his hand. All his cards were arranged face-up on the tray in front of him where everyone could see them. Instead of playing, he sat and drank his bottle as someone else leaned over and looked at his cards, then played for him. Eventually, someone requested to see him dance since he wasn't really playing cards. His tray was removed and he jumped down. He pulled his baby dress off and amazingly, underneath he was dressed in a pink ballet costume. For some reason, it seemed like the pink leotard encasing his body was baggy and wrinkled, looking way too big for him. With a silly little tutu surrounding his hips, he danced the same steps he practiced over and over again in Mel's living room. Awkward steps, silly steps, with his feet turned outward. Between the steps, he jumped and leaped - terribly. Yet the men playing cards didn't seem to mind, they only laughed at him harder. He danced all around the table, round and round while they played. He only stopped occasionally to drink from his bottle. As he was drinking, he suddenly felt himself peeing a huge amount. His diaper started leaking through the tights and leotard he was wearing. His knees pressed together as he looked up in alarm. And then Mel was there. She took him by the hand and laid him down on the floor. She handed him yet another bottle to drink while she changed him... lovingly. He sucked away happily, knowing that he was loved and cared for. And when Mel was done, she picked him up and held him to her as if he was a small child. One hand that held him reached down toward his diaper covered bottom and pressed through the diaper against his anal opening. Such a sexual thrill. Over and over again she pressed and released. His legs wrapped around her as the sexual tension within him grew. The feel of her body against his only added to his pleasure and heightened his sexual state. Pain! Pain in an area where he didn't want pain suddenly crept into his dream, yet he didn't want to let the dream go. Over and over again, the dream Mel pressed against his backside. She felt so wonderful against his body. But the more his dream sexual excitement grew, the more the odd pain against his cock kept growing, intruding... ruining everything. It hurt! Too much! He crawled his way out of sleep with the realization that his cock had been trying to get hard again inside of the chastity device. The miserable little teeth inside the device were hurting him horribly. He pressed his hands against the overly bloated front of his diapers, but his hands could have no affect - the chastity device was a world unto itself, especially underneath the incredible bulk that surrounded it. Frustrated and hurting, he rolled off of his blow-up mattress and onto the floor, scattering empty baby bottles in the process. He climbed to his feet and glanced at the clock. The sunlight creeping past his window shades was a bit dim yet. His clock told him it was early, yet he knew he couldn't go back to sleep... not with the lousy pain still in his groin. Hurting and unable to do anything about it, he waddled out toward his living room and the kitchen beyond, hoping that doing something else would alleviate the sexual thrill that was still infecting his untouchable penis. It worked, but all too slowly. He found her note, as usual, on the counter along with his cookbook. Sissy, Three more bottles this morning. It's grocery shopping day. Find something new again from the book to fix tonight. Cassie and Sandy will probably be joining us as usual. Call me the moment you finish showering again so I can be there when you put your diaper on! That was it - a very short note with nothing new at all... all the better. He went to the refrigerator and opened it. As he had discovered last night, it was once again fully stocked with a huge number of baby bottles. Most of them filled with her lousy tea. He grabbed three and carried them out to the living room, plopping the pacifier from his mouth down on the kitchen counter as he walked past. He sat in his only chair - his only piece of real furniture. As he sat, he immediately noticed the added picture on the wall in front of him - a second picture that he had colored childishly in a restaurant. He had "presented" yet another one to Sandy yesterday. Having to stare at the pictures and knowing that it was he who had colored them so childishly, made him feel all the more childish inside, and silly, and small, and ridiculous. Staring at the pictures while drinking his bottle only made the situation that much worse. And doing all that while wearing overly wet and messy diapers compounded the situation yet again. Total humiliation! And the pain from his hated chastity device suddenly returned. Ugh! Why all of a sudden was it back? He hadn't felt anything down there in a long time now! And the feeling was so irritating that he wished he'd never have to feel it again. But one irritation seemed to lead to another. Before long, he became aware of an odd, almost numb feeling coming from his earlobes. His new earrings! He reached up and touched one while he drank. Instead of finding just the soft flesh of his earlobe, he felt instead the hard small earring that was stuck through it. He lightly pricked his finger on the pin in the back. He remembered all too well going to bed last night and being bothered by those sharp little points. Sleeping comfortably was becoming more and more of a problem. He was supposed to have removed the earrings and cleaned the holes before he went to bed last night. Mel had even told him to do it. But he hadn't bothered. He supposed he had just felt a bit too depressed once he finally got home last night. Mel had used him hard once again, and then she had played with her toy up inside of him for a while. Yet while he felt a tremendous amount of pleasure from her toy, he wasn't able to achieve any level of fulfillment from it - as usual. Maybe that was why his chastity device was giving him so much trouble today - it was punishing him for feeling pleasure in a place where he shouldn't! Two bottles later, the pain in his groin was still there, but it was much less - or maybe it was just some left over irritation. Under all the diapers and totally encased inside the chastity device, it was hard to tell exactly what was going on down there. Either way, the pain was still a nuisance. He decided to grab his shower and get cleaned up before he drank the third bottle - hoping that a break from wallowing in his own humiliation would make the irritating pain go away again - permanently! He glanced at his clock, it was still fairly early. He would have to phone Mel as soon as he got out of the shower. But was it too early? Would Mel even be up yet? But he needed to get his mind on other things for a while. He needed to do something to take his mind off of the chastity device - and the trouble it was causing him! Having nothing else to do, he headed for the shower to start getting cleaned up. In his bathroom, he stared into the mirror. The twin points of color attached to his ears winked back at him. He reached up and carefully fumbled with the clip on the back of the earring to remove it. Fortunately, it wasn't too difficult to figure out. Then, grabbing the front of the earring, he slowly began pulling it out. While he couldn't feel much, he could feel it a little. An almost squeamish feeling wound its way up through his system as he removed it. Fortunately, it didn't last too long. He breathed a sigh of relief as he set the earring down on his counter and rubbed his earlobe. Not too bad at all. The second earring came off faster. He cleaned both his earlobes and the earrings as Mel had told him he should. Then he had to put the earrings back in again. Finding the holes proved to be fairly difficult and took some time. The thought that what he was doing was something that most women did all their lives didn't escape him. Eventually, the hole was found and eventually he managed to get the back clasp on it again. Whew! One down. While the second earring had come out faster, it certainly didn't go back in any faster, but eventually that one too was back in place as well. He looked at his image... and smiled. Yes, he did like them! And they too added to his feeling of femininity. And for the first time all morning, he realized that his chastity device wasn't bothering him. Now if it would just continue to stay unnoticed! If not, then he might just have to clean his earlobes again! Mel wasn't fully awake yet when her cell phone startled her away from the dream she was having. She mentally cursed at the irritation of having to wake up to answer the stupid phone! Whoever it was had better have a good reason for calling so early! "Hello!" "Good Mowning, Mistwess," Chad replied in his sissy voice. "I just got out of the showa." Damn! It was Sissy! "Why are you calling me so early?" "Your note said..." "I know what my noted said!" she replied angrily. "Okay. I'll be there in a minute." She ended the call and stared at the wall for a moment. This morning wasn't starting off real well... and her period wasn't due to start till tomorrow! Still irritated, she pulled her robe on, grabbed her keys, and went out her door. Chad had just finished drying himself off and was about to pull one of his disposable diapers into place when he heard Mel enter his apartment. He waited, holding the diaper around him in case he suddenly lost control, until she finally appeared in his bathroom doorway. She looked like she had just gotten out of bed... or maybe like she should still be in bed. "Hello, Mistress," he said once again. She said nothing at all to him, the irritated look on her face didn't change at all. He finished taping the diaper in place. "Two hours?" he asked, knowing that would be the drill. She nodded. "Two hours. What are you doing up so early?" "I couldn't sleep," he replied. She grunted. "Remind me to wear you out more before I send you home for the night!" She turned to leave, then turned back again. "Uniform again! When you're ready, come to my place and start cleaning... or whatever you need to do. Make coffee! I'm going back to bed so don't wake me!" She turned and left. Chad just stared after her. Maybe he shouldn't have woken her up so early. The aroma of fresh coffee reached Mel's nose as she laid in bed trying to hold onto sleep. But she had been awake once already and coming awake for the second time that morning happened all too easily. She breathed in and smelled the coffee again. Mmmm. This was a much better way to wake up in the mornings - coffee already made! She pulled herself out of bed and had her robe fastened around herself before she realized that she should have stayed in bed and had Sissy bring it to her. Oh well, next time she would remember it. She headed out to the kitchen, following the brewed aroma of the drink she seemed to crave. "Good morning, Mistress," Sissy said with a curtsey as soon as he spotted her. He was at the sink washing the few dishes she had used the night before. Even though she thrilled to see him curtsey to her, she ignored him and went straight for her coffee pot. A minute later, she was closing her eyes as she enjoyed the first sip. "Mmmm." This was how it was supposed to be, her coffee already fixed for her in the mornings and waiting on her. She couldn't wait to win the bet, then she would have him fix her coffee every morning - and probably bring it to her in bed! Soon! Very soon! But first... there was the little matter of winning the bet to get out of the way. She leaned back against the counter and stared at his back while he toiled over the sink. Hunched over like he was, he looked more feminine than ever. And the uniform... it just seemed to thrill her in so many pleasant ways. Her maid. Her very own maid. And not just a maid, but something much more. But trying to define what that "something much more" really amounted to was beyond her capabilities just then. Not that she was really concerned about it. She watched as he finished with the dishes and dried his hands with a dish towel - and then seemed to stare at his lavender painted fingernails for a moment as if he was admiring them. Perhaps he was. The simple gesture seemed so totally feminine, not masculine at all. Which reminded her, she still had to address some of his other masculine habits! Eventually, anyway. Chad put the dishtowel down and turned around toward Mel. "Would you like me to make you something for breakfast?" he asked. Mel smiled. So nice! "Maybe just some toast. Have you eaten?" "Not yet," Chad replied. "Then make your own breakfast too while you're making mine. The baby cereal is in the cabinet." Ugh! Baby cereal. Now she was not only making him eat it, but she was making him make it for himself too! "Yes, Mistress," he replied with a disappointed curtsey. Baby cereal again! Yuck! Mel's cup of coffee was halfway done by the time her toast popped up. She hadn't moved from her spot leaning up against the counter where she was watching him stir the pot of baby cereal. Chad grabbed her toast and put it directly onto a plate. "Do you want me to butter it for you?" he asked. She thought a brief moment. It would be nice, but... "No, I'll take care of it myself. Just leave it there on the counter and get back to your breakfast." As Chad turned the burner off under his cereal, she opened the refrigerator and chose one of her jams to spread on the bread. As she was fixing her single slice of toast, she watched him pour his cereal into a child's plastic bowl and carry it over to set on the table next to his highchair. She warmed up her coffee by pouring more into the cup as she watched him pulling the tray off. She picked up her slice of toast and leaned back against the counter again as she watched him looking around, trying to figure out how he was going to work everything. She almost giggled. "Let me help you." Chad climbed up into the highchair, and she put the tray in place for him, essentially locking him into the chair. She picked up one of his bibs that she kept close by and tied it around his neck. As messy as he was when he ate the cereal, he really needed it. She picked up his bowl and put it on the tray for him. But there was still something missing... no, two things. "No spoon?" she asked. "Or would you prefer to eat it with your fingers?" Chad looked around the tray for his usual baby spoon and realized he had forgotten it. "I forgot the spoon, Mistress. Please may I have one?" So polite! She loved it. Instead of answering, she simply grabbed one of his spoons from a drawer and stuck it down on his tray for him. "Don't forget, you use that thing now like Sandy showed you." Chad felt instantly frustrated. "But Mistress, it's hard. And I keep dropping more of the food." "It's easy enough for babies. So it should be easy enough for you," Mel replied with a bit of a wicked grin. She picked up the other missing item and also set it in front of him - his latest baby bottle that he had yet to finish. Chad grabbed the spoon in his left fist and dug it into the mushy cereal. He got it mostly to his mouth before half of it fell off and landed on his tray. Even at the best of times he dripped a good bit of the cereal onto the tray, or his bib... or his face. But now, he had a feeling that he wasn't going to get a whole lot of the cereal actually into his mouth this morning. It was humiliating enough having to eat the unrecognizable taste of the bland baby cereal every morning. It was worse because he usually dripped much of it off of his spoon and made a mess like a baby. It was even more humiliating to have someone watching him do it all the time. And now, having to hold the spoon like an infant and try to get everything to his mouth made the whole exercise that much worse - and humiliating. Yet a part of him was more thrilled than ever by that very fact! "Any trouble with your earrings?" Mel asked. He shook his head. "None. It's a bit difficult trying to get them back into the holes after I cleaned them." "You'll get used to it," Mel replied with a small smile. Chad had hoped that going to the grocery store with Mel, while dressed as her maid, would get easier, but somehow it still seemed terribly embarrassing. Yes, he had been wearing nothing but dresses - everywhere - for quite a while now. But still, these public outings were more than a bit unnerving. He still noticed all too many people staring at him everywhere he went... and today things were no different. Of course he couldn't really blame any of them. Under normal circumstances, if he came across a man that was dressed like he was, he supposed that he would stare too. As he pushed the grocery cart, following Mel around the store, people stared at him on every aisle. He was also fairly certain that one or two were purposely following him just so they could keep watching him. Maybe he should have worn the ballet outfit that Mel was getting him instead of his maid's uniform - and put on a real show for them. Then they'd have something to really look at! He certainly kept that thought to himself! If Mel ever picked up on the idea he had no doubt that he'd really be in for trouble! And it was a good thing that he didn't have the whole ballet outfit... yet. The cart filled up fast since both he and Mel were picking up items and throwing them in. Mel picked up things on a whim, the items he chose were all from his list. Once again, Mel loaded several boxes of the green tea bags into the cart - more boxes than usual. Chad was also glad to see Mel adding lots of jars of fruit juices. Since he was drinking so much more now than ever before, the juices were a pleasant break from her lousy tasting tea. All morning long he had been wetting every few minutes. Not much was coming out, but he was going very often. He wasn't trying to wet, but he also didn't dare try to hold back at all. Since it was happening so often, he stopped worrying about trying to make himself go and just let it happen on its own - without any thought on his part. The way things seemed to be going, he figured that as long as he kept drinking plenty of fluids, he had very little to worry about as far as getting his diapers to leak on time. The diaper he was wearing now had been fairly fresh when they left Mel's apartment, but it certainly wasn't fresh now! In the baby-food aisle, Chad wasn't happy to see Mel pick up two more boxes of baby cereal and throw them into the cart. She didn't even ask him what kind he preferred - not that it mattered since he couldn't really tell much of a difference anyway. All of it was bad! She also added way too many jars of baby food. Something he was really not happy to see either. He did a good bit of the cooking for her and he looked forward to eating some of what he cooked. More baby food meant that he might not get to eat much that was decent. While they were in the baby aisle, there seemed to be more people around than Chad was happy about. Some of them he recognized as people who had seemed to follow him around the store. They couldn't all need stuff from this aisle, could they? Chad's thoughts about the people watching him were interrupted by Mel. "How is your diaper?" "Getting wetter, Mistress," he replied very quietly, but still in his sissy voice. "Are you sure?" Mel asked, sounding like she was talking louder than before. "You haven't had anything to drink since we left the house. Maybe you should be carrying your bottle around and drinking from it while we shop." Chad was horrified. Things were already bad enough! "I'm doing fine so far, Mistress," he replied in just barely above a whisper. "I still seem to be wetting pretty often." Mel just looked at him, then she looked around at some of the other people in the aisle. The only child she saw was one very young baby sitting in his mother's cart. When she turned back toward Chad, the glint in her eyes sent a quick shudder down his spine. "Let me see. Show me your diaper." Chad couldn't believe it. "Here?" he asked. "Now?" Mel instantly got stern. "Yes, here and now! I said show me your diaper!" When Chad seemed to hesitate, she got angrier. "Show me your diaper right now... and you better do it the way you were taught last week!" Chad's eyes bulged. Everyone was looking at him... and Mel was making sure that half the store could hear her! "Do it now!" Mel demanded angrily. Her angry voice and the angry look on her face launched Chad into motion before she might do something he would really be sorry about. As he had practiced so many times in her living room last week, he quickly grabbed his skirt and pulled it as high as he could, blatantly showing off what he was wearing underneath - which was only an obviously very wet diaper. Chad's face turned very red as he stood there holding his skirt up high. And Mel kept him standing there like that, much longer than necessary - making sure that everyone around got a real good look. And then Mel said, "Turn the other way and show the people behind you what you're wearing too!" Chad's face was burning beet red as he slowly turned toward the other direction. He noticed a tangle of people standing at the far end of the aisle, all looking in his direction. Mel made him stand there like that for a few moments before she let him turn back again and lower his skirt. Chad felt so small and humiliated. "That's one demerit for not doing as you were told right away!" Mel stated. And then she reached for her purse. "You better keep drinking," she added as she reached inside and pulled out one of his bottles. "I think it's time to start cutting back on that two-hour time limit you have." Chad reluctantly accepted the baby bottle she handed him and put it to his lips. He felt like such an infant as he nursed the bottle while following her up and down the aisles. Why was it that the ground never seemed to open up and swallow him when it was supposed to? He had certainly wished for it enough! When they got back to Mel's apartment, Chad was kept busy for quite a while going up and down the steps carrying the groceries in and then finding places to put everything away. The problem was further compounded by all the baby bottles taking up so much space in her refrigerator. As he was putting the boxes of baby cereal into her cabinet, a thought reached through to his brain. He had just finished peeing. But he didn't really remember peeing. Yet he remembered finishing. He had been peeing so often and had been so busy with other things that the fact that he had been peeing didn't even register in him until he was done. How strange! His diaper leaked long before it was time, and when he realized it was leaking, he had to think to remember if he had just peed or not. Yes, he definitely remembered it. He had just been too busy to pay much attention to it. Unfortunately, as soon as he was once again into a fresh diaper, Mel shaved fifteen minutes off of his usual two-hour time limit. "Since you seem to be getting so good at this, then let's make sure you stay good at it," Mel declared. "An hour and forty-five minutes!" Chad wasn't exactly happy! While Mel ate a salad for lunch that he had fixed for her, Chad had to stand in the corner on his perch. The inactivity and lack of anything else to think about gave him a chance to concentrate more on what was going on with his peeing. Unlike before, when he might or might not pee while standing in his corner, today he was peeing frequently, which given his even shorter time limit was now a good thing. But what surprised him the most was that it seemed like all too often he didn't know ahead of time that he was going to pee. If his mind was wandering even a little bit, he seemed to miss the usual pre-notification his body would give him and he wouldn't realize that he was peeing until he was already doing it. It was something he found not only fascinating, but exciting as well. Unfortunately, it also meant that Mel was making all too much headway against the terms of the bet! Every time he finished peeing, he found himself concentrating harder than ever on his body's feelings, trying to notice that little bit of early notification that would tell him he was about to pee. Often, he succeeded. But other times, since it was almost impossible to concentrate on the same thing for so long and his mind would wander elsewhere, he missed the notification entirely and was only brought back to reality by the feeling of the pee escaping his body. It was fascinating. It was exciting. But it was also troubling... and frustrating! As soon as Mel finished her lunch, she allowed Chad to get himself off of his perch and out of the corner. But Chad quickly found himself going from being confined in the corner to confined in his highchair. A few minutes later, he was colorfully adorned with not only his bib but a growing amount of colorful baby food that kept dropping from the tiny baby spoon Mel required him to use - holding it baby-style. Because of all the baby food he had seen Mel buying earlier, he had suspected that he would get nothing but baby food for lunch. In fact, baby food was becoming more and more what he usually ate during the weekends. Unfortunately. While Chad was eating, Mel busied herself looking through her music collection, which held a surprising large amount of classical ballet music. She selected the music she wanted to hear but didn't turn it on yet. As Chad was finishing his lunch, she glanced around at her apartment. There were a few things that needed to be done, but they all could wait. Besides, they would be Sissy's problem to deal with, not hers. As soon as she could, she cleaned Sissy up from his lunch - not an easy job considering the mess he was - and let him up out of the highchair. She led him into her living room where she again sat in her favorite chair. "Okay," she said. "Let's see what you remember about ballet from yesterday." Chad quickly moved to where he could support himself by resting his arm against the back of her sofa. "First position!" Mel commanded. Since she had only shown him two positions yesterday, first position was easy to remember. Getting into it though was awkward as he attempted to put his heels together with his feet turned completely away from each other. The heels on his feet didn't help matters either! Over and over again, Mel had him go back and forth between first and second position, adding the little transition step in between. When she felt satisfied, she turned the music on - ballet music from her collection. Somehow, Chad found things all that much more difficult as he tried to keep up with her counting the time to the music that was playing all too loudly. Simple little steps, but they weren't so simple - for him. When she was satisfied, she stopped the music. "Okay," she said. "Now it's time for third position." Chad wasn't too happy about that and wondered just how many positions there were to learn. He was betting a lot of them! With his feet still turned outward at an impossible angle, she had him put the heel of one foot right up against the instep of his other foot. He really needed to hold onto the back of the couch for that one. She had him do it with both feet. Then she had him go back and forth using the same little transition step where he put his foot out with his toe pointed before moving to the next position. Over and over again she made him do it. Then she turned the music on to watch. Chad was ever so grateful when her phone rang and she quickly turned the music off before answering it. "Hello?" she said into the phone. "Really? Of course! Come on over now. I can't wait!" Chad was instantly afraid. Who had called? Who was coming over? "Um... Mistress?" he asked uncertainly, worried about being seen by whoever was coming to her apartment. Mel smiled, guessing by his fear that he was worried about who might see him. "I don't know why you're worried, you go out everywhere dressed like you are. People see you all the time looking like you do. I'd think you'd be used to it by now... and if not... then I suggest you get used to it! You're going to be in that maid's dress for a very, very long time!" Chad seriously doubted that he'd ever get over the fear of wearing dresses in public - as much as he really did love it. And as for wearing his maid's dress for a long time... well, not if he won the bet - which he was still very much determined to do! His thinking was suddenly interrupted when someone knocked at her door. "You're the maid," Mel said to him, "go answer it!" Reluctantly Chad headed for the door, still afraid that it might be some stranger that would see him. But when he opened the door, he was pleasantly surprised to see Sandy standing there with a large case in her hand. "Hi Sissy," Sandy said as she stepped inside. Chad curtseyed as she walked past him and replied, "Hi Sandy." But she barely paid any more attention to him. "Hi Sandy," Mel said as her guest walked in. "I can't wait to see what you've got." "Maybe we should spread it out on the kitchen table," Sandy suggested. "I'm going to need some room for all this." Mel just gestured toward the table as she followed her into the kitchen. Chad remained where he had been standing by the front door, totally clueless as to what was going on. "Aren't you going to join us?" Mel asked him. "She came here with the plans for redecorating your apartment." Chad was totally surprised... and delighted. Why didn't anybody tell him? He hurried straight into the kitchen and watched as Sandy began pulling papers and pictures out of her case and laying them out on the table. The minute he saw one of the pictures she had drawn of his proposed living room, he stared at it intently and amazed. "All right!" he exclaimed before he had realized he had even said it. The picture looked much better than anything he had ever imagined. Sandy glanced quickly, and conspiratorially, at Mel before she looked to Chad. "I take it you approve?" "Very much!" Chad replied as he pulled the drawing over to where he could see it better. "That's just the living room," Sandy replied. "Here, let me show you better pictures of the furniture I have in mind." The three of them spent the next twenty minutes going through everything that Sandy had come up with for his entire apartment. The pool table was there along with everything else he had mentioned - and much more besides. All the furniture was rich and expensive looking - and Chad guessed that it probably was expensive. Mel had said that the sky was the limit, and it looked like Sandy had taken that statement quite literally - which pleased Chad to no end. Here... here was what he wanted his apartment to be like. Here was what he wanted his life to be. This was what he wanted to show off to all his friends - if he ever got any friends. And this... this was his reason for winning the bet! Now he had more incentive than ever! He was going to win this bet... no matter what it took! Chad didn't see the sly look that Sandy gave to Mel as he was staring at everything that was laid out on the table. "Oh," Sandy suddenly added. "I have more." She glanced one more time up at Mel. "More?" Chad asked, not knowing what more there could possibly be. Sandy began gathering up everything that she had put down on the table and put it all into one big pile and pushed it out of the way. Then she reached into her case once again and began pulling out more pictures. Many more pictures! "Now this was the part that I really enjoyed," she said to Mel. "Everything I just showed him I've done a hundred times over... the typical 'guys' hangout. But this... this was fun!" She began laying out more designs and pictures on the table and sorting them out. Chad saw lots of pink and soft purples and white in the pictures. Then he saw the title at the top of one of her drawings - The Nursery! He nearly died as he saw what she had done. Sandy looked to Mel. "You said to make it big... no size limit. So I made it big enough to hold everything I could think of." Mel pulled the design for Chad's nursery over to where she could see it better. Perfect! Absolutely perfect! The room was the perfect baby girl's room - designed for a "big" baby girl. Sandy had included a crib, and a changing table, and a dresser that any little girl would love. The rest of the spacious room was taken up with a large playpen that looked to be built into one of the corners. There was a toy box and toy shelves that Sandy had filled with dolls in her picture. A colorful rocking horse occupied a small part of the space as well. A table with a tea set on it was not far from the rocking horse. So many little other items were included, like the diaper pail and even a rocking chair that was painted and decorated very obviously for a small girl - despite the real size the chair would have to be. A separate picture showed the walk-in closet design, partially filled with little girl dresses and shoes. Still another picture showed the attached bathroom - again, very much decorated for a little girl. Chad stared at the bathroom picture for a moment. There was something odd about it... something was missing. And then he figured out what it was. "There's no toilet in this bathroom," he pointed out. Sandy grinned. "You catch on quickly!" "This would be the door leading into the master bedroom?" Mel asked as she pointed at the picture. "Yes," Sandy replied. "And this one would lead out to other parts of the house." Mel stared at the picture and noticed something else. "What are these odd triangles in all the corners?" "I sort of modified his perch idea and put one of them in each corner. When they're folded up against the walls, they look like just a large piece of the molding decoration. But all you have to do is pull it down and... instant perch. I figure you could actually put them all over your house. That way you'd always have one handy if you need it, and unless anyone else actually knew what it was, they would never know." "I love it!" Mel declared. She pushed the picture over toward Chad. "See this? This is what I'm going to have built for you when you lose the bet. I wanted you to see those other pictures Sandy did for you, just so you would know how much you won't be getting. This is what a big part of your new life is going to be. Not that other stuff... this!" Chad stared at the pictures in front of him. Baby girl - everything! But before he could say anything, Mel leaned over toward him and continued. "Don't go getting any ideas about getting all that other masculine stuff when you win this bet, because we both know how much you really love being a baby, not to mention how much you love wearing dresses all the time. And we both also know that you're losing more and more of your control." She leaned in close to him. Pressing the argument now was important! "And you do want to lose control. Isn't that why you entered this bet in the first place?" Her voice was calm and quiet - calculated to be convincing. "Deep down, you really want to lose. You love wearing diapers, and you love wearing dresses. You love wearing high heels. And whether you admit it or not, you love wearing it all in public... showing it off. Despite all your fears, you love being totally humiliated. "And that's what these drawings represent. Not playing pool with a bunch of smelly, beer-drinking guys, but enjoying your nice soft life with no other cares than to cook and keep the house clean. These pictures represent a life where you get to wear pretty dresses all the time. You get to wear your nice soft diapers all the time, with no worries about wetting in them. "The stuff Sandy showed you first represent a life where you can no longer wear your diapers or dresses when you want. You'll have to keep it all hidden again - forever - worrying constantly about someone finding out. Yes, if you win, I will buy you everything you want. But remember this, as much as you love doing it, the life you really crave will be completely out of reach... untouchable. And you'll regret winning the bet forever. You'll think about the time you spent with me, doing everything that you love... and so much more. You'll remember it all - longingly. But the pool table and the TV and the stereo won't bring you the things you desire the most. They won't bring you back the life you really crave. That will all be gone, completely. You'll have all that other stuff, but the life you really want will no longer exist. It will be untouchable. Something you crave so much... something you could have had so easily... will be denied you - forever. No going back. Nothing you really want in life... if you win." Mel pulled over the picture of the nursery that Sandy had designed. "But this... This is everything you've craved all your life. Everything you've always dreamed of - all your life. It's all right here. So easily obtainable! You love wearing pretty dresses. You love wearing high heels. You even love wearing diapers all the time. And despite your fears, you love doing it all in public... doing it all, freely. You love having no choice in the matter. You love having someone else in charge... of you. "I had Sandy draw up these other designs, just so you could realize how much you would lose... not how much you would win if you manage to retain your control - which we both know isn't very likely." And then, before either of them could say anything else, Chad suddenly felt the telltale tickle of his diaper leaking and realized that he was once again peeing - without realizing he was going to. The sudden odd feeling startled him and he quickly glanced down at his leg to see a tiny dribble of pee running down it a few inches. Mel saw what he was looking at too. "See," she said in her same soft but convincing voice. "I'll bet you don't even hardly think about going in your diapers anymore. I'll bet it's all become so easy... so normal, that you hardly notice you're doing it. Because deep down, you don't want to notice it. You want it to be easy. You want it to be totally uncontrolled." She stood up straight from where she had been leaning on the table near him. "Come on, let's get that diaper changed for you." It was almost like Chad was in some other world. He had seen all the pictures. He had heard every word that Mel had said. And every word that she had said had been true... except... he did want the things that Sandy had designed for him. Despite his inner longings for the things that Mel had in mind, he still wanted the things from his male life too. But the things that Mel had said... He followed her to her bathroom where he laid down on the floor with his dress pulled up high and out of the way. Neither of them said a word as she removed his soggy diaper, put some fresh baby lotion on him... and unfortunately, pulled out another suppository and stuck it way up inside of him before taping the fresh diaper into place. It almost seemed like she had done it all... lovingly - although he wasn't totally sure about the suppository part. His mind was really in too much of a whirl to know anything for sure. He was really just trying to make sense of... everything. Mel stood back up after diapering him and washed her hands while he climbed to his feet. She had given him a lot to think about... things that might tip him toward wanting to lose the bet now... or maybe even just caving in altogether. It was time now for a slightly different approach. One where he could spend time thinking about everything she had just said. He was just getting to his feet and was starting to pull his dress back down over his diaper again. "Leave it up!" she commanded. "Keep it up where I can see your diaper." Chad pulled the skirt of his uniform back up again. "Now go stand in your corner till I tell you to get out... and think about what I just said." Chad headed reluctantly for his corner and the perch he would have to be stuck standing on. Mel followed him. "Where's your pacifier?" she asked. "I've got one in my purse," he replied. "Get it. Quickly!" Chad ran for his purse and dug through it until he found it, and stuck the thing into his mouth. Then, with his head hanging down, he slowly headed back toward his corner again. Mel was standing there waiting for him. She watched as he climbed up onto it and got into position, fully into the corner. She leaned over close to him again. "Don't forget, you've only got an hour and forty-five minutes to get that diaper leaking... and while you're there, you won't be getting anything to drink. And if it does start leaking, don't bother telling me... let it leak. I want you to stay there till that suppository does its job and I can't stand the smell anymore. I'll tell you when you can move, and I suspect it's going to be a very long time!" She leaned in closer to him again. "So while you're there, you'll have plenty of time to think about all those nice pictures that Sandy did for you... and everything in them. And you'll also have time to think about the pictures she did for me and how much you really crave everything they represent. Think about them both." Her voice dropped almost to a whisper. "And think about how alone you're going to be if you win." She left him then to his thoughts. She had put forth her arguments - arguments designed to convince him of how much he really didn't want the things he had asked Sandy to design for him. It was much like she did in court or with clients. Half the battle was convincing them that they really wanted to do what she wanted them to. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it didn't. In Chad's case, she hoped the chances were more in her favor. There was still time left for her to win this bet... but that time was growing shorter. She spent a few minutes after that talking with Sandy and thanking her for what she had done. After Sandy had left, she spent a lot of time going through the pictures again... all of them. Two of the pictures, she picked up and set aside. She had plans for those pictures. Chad stood in his corner... again. He couldn't really hear what Mel and Sandy were talking about in the kitchen. He couldn't see anything except the blurry walls almost up against his eyeballs. He couldn't move without getting in trouble. In fact, as long as he was standing on the miserable bar, he couldn't move his feet at all. He suddenly felt himself wetting a tiny bit again. As Mel had said earlier, he was wetting all too easily. And yet... and yet... he liked it that way. The feeling - or almost lack of feeling - fascinated him. And for some strange and dumb unknown reason, the thought stimulated a tiny twinge of sexual thrill from his penis trapped inside of his chastity device. He quickly hoped that he didn't start growing any bigger down there again. The darn thing had already given him too much pain today as it was. And why was the thing suddenly acting up now again... after being dormant for so long? But the stimulating feelings from wetting himself soon died, as did all other stimulation. And he was once again stuck with only his thoughts to occupy his mind. And since he had just been given so much to think about, there was no way he couldn't turn things over and over in his mind. He couldn't see anything, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't move - despite the aching in his feet and legs and wanting to move badly. He was stuck alone with just his thoughts - and his pacifier, which since he had no other stimulation, gave him more pleasure than ever. Did he really want the pool table and the ultimate "guys hangout?" Yes he did. He knew he did - without a doubt. But despite all the humiliation, which he knew he really did crave, he also desired all the things that life with Mel would mean - the girly things... the baby things... all of it. He wanted both lives! But both lives were impossible. Was Mel really asking him to make a choice? It was an impossible decision. And wasn't that what the bet was about, her training him... forcing him... to do things to rob him of his male life? It wasn't about making things easy for her... he didn't think so anyway. And he really did want the pool table and all the other stuff. And what about the one big item, his self respect? What about that? What about walking down the street with his head held high, confident about life once again? And what about all his strange inner desires - desires that seemed to rule his life all too much. What about all those things that he craved so much... that he dreamed of so much. He wanted them just as much, if not more. He wanted both lives - equally. But both lives couldn't be! There was not a sound in the apartment, although once in a while, Chad could hear the soft tapping of Mel typing on her laptop. But she wasn't typing much. His legs and feet had passed from aching, to outright pain, to an aching numbness. While he had stood in the corner for long times before, he had never been left here this long. He wondered how much time had passed - it seemed like an eternity. He was growing very tired. Despite having nothing to drink, he had continued to wet himself frequently. Often, he had no warning that he was going to wet, but more and more now, he was realizing when it was going to happen - maybe because he had nothing else to concentrate on. And then a new sensation hit him. One he recognized immediately. With no other sensations to occupy his mind, he was plagued by every tiny little sensation of the stupid suppository suddenly doing its job. He hated it. He didn't hold back for even a second. He wanted it to finish - and quickly! After standing in the corner for so long with no other stimulation, the entire experience seemed to be heightened as he messed his diaper thoroughly and without any control. Ugh! And yet, there was something about it that also stimulated his under exercised sexual need. He only felt fortunate that his miserable chastity device didn't give him any pain. He could smell himself now. With only one diaper on, and with no plastic panties, and without the tight confines of the all-in-one girdles he usually wore, the smell reeked out from him quickly and horribly. Yet it was another sensation for him to concentrate on as he stood confined in his corner. Maybe now Mel would release him! But he continued to stand there, now reeking horribly, while Mel continued to work on her laptop in the living room. Couldn't she smell him? Ugh! He had been there so long now! He wanted to be released! Mel sniffed the air and looked over at Sissy in his corner. He still hadn't moved that she could see. Good! She wondered how he managed to stand there so long without moving. But that was what he was supposed to be doing. She glanced at the clock. It had been over an hour and fifteen minutes since she had put him there. His diaper looked fairly wet as well as messy. She decided to leave him in his messy diaper for another five minutes. Despite the stink that was starting to fill the room, she went back to her work once again. Finally, finally, Chad sensed Mel's presence next to him. "You smell like a messy baby," she said. "I think you've been there long enough for now. Get out of there and let's get you cleaned up." Chad gratefully extracted himself from the perch and the corner. But he had been there so long that doing so was very difficult. Every little movement, from every part of his body, seemed to hurt. His knees wouldn't bend without pain. And his feet... his feet wanted to be wearing much higher heels than the low heeled pumps he was wearing now. Just bending his ankles was a major chore. "Go on back to your apartment and get yourself a shower," Mel said. "I'll be there in a few minutes." Chad painfully, and carefully, made his way toward her door. Before he bent down to pick up his purse, he started to pull the skirt of his uniform back down again. "Leave it!" Mel's voice commanded from somewhere behind him. "Let anyone who's out there see your messy diaper." Chad pulled his skirt back up again and bent down to pick up his purse, hoping as he did it that the mess in his diaper wouldn't leak out. He got lucky. With his skirt pulled up and fully exposing his wet and messy diaper underneath, he went back to his apartment. Fortunately, there was nobody else around to see him as he walked the short distance - at least he didn't think there was anyone around who saw him. Mel unlocked Chad's apartment door with her key and went inside. She headed straight for his only chair and deposited the things she had brought with her on it. Then she headed toward his bathroom. He was just getting out of the shower. Good! "Dry yourself off," she told him. "I'll be back in a few minutes." She went back to his living room and picked up the things from his chair - two pictures that Sandy had done, and a roll of tape. She held the pictures next to each other up against his living room wall, moving them here and there, trying to find the best arrangement for them. Finally, she settled on a placement that she liked. Grabbing the roll of tape, she began taping them in place, right next to each other, directly below his framed copy of the bet. One picture was of the design Sandy had done for his living room. The other picture was the design Sandy had come up with for his eventual nursery. The pictures were all things she wanted him to keep thinking about. She wanted them to continually remind him of the things she had told him earlier. She wanted him to remember everything he would lose if he won the bet. She went back to his bathroom and watched as he taped another fresh diaper in place. "An hour and forty-five," she said as she turned around and headed for his closet. She glanced through his clothes for a minute before selecting the pale pink and white checked babyish dress. She hung the dress on a door knob and went back for the pink high-heeled Mary-Jane shoes she had made him buy to go with the dress. Chad had his bra and waist cincher on again and was ready to finish getting dressed. "Put your uniform back on again for now," she instructed. "Then bring these with you. Since Sandy was so nice to do all that work for you, then I think it would be nice if you wore her favorite outfit for her when she comes over for dinner." Without giving it another thought, Mel walked straight back to her apartment. Chad had an ulterior motive behind the dinner he was preparing. While the stuffed pork-chop recipe seemed like a lot of work, it actually wasn't. He prepared four servings enough for Mel, Cassie, Sandy, and himself. All too many of his meals on the weekends turned out to be nothing but baby food. Or else Mel cut his dinner up into tiny baby bite-sized pieces and mashed everything all up together. He was hoping that the pork chops would be too difficult for her to do that with. He planned on steaming the fresh vegetables so they would be just barely done, hoping they would taste fresher. He had everything mostly ready. The pork chops were in the oven cooking, but he couldn't do anything else yet. He grabbed his latest baby bottle and took another long drink, trying to keep himself peeing. He glanced at the clock, time was running out. Since Mel had trimmed that fifteen minutes off of his time limit and then had left him for so long in the corner with nothing to drink, he wasn't peeing quite as much as he had earlier in the day - although that situation seemed to be getting back on track again quickly. But since it took a while to get back to where he was peeing so frequently, his diaper wasn't quite ready to start leaking yet. He drank furiously now, trying to make the seemingly impossible happen, and all the while, the clock kept ticking down toward his deadline. "Are you leaking?" Mel called from the living room. "No Mistress. Not yet." Chad replied, unhappily. "Then don't forget to tell me the minute you do!" "I will, Mistress," he replied. And he would tell her - the very instant he even thought he was leaking. Because every minute that went by meant more punishment. He forgot all about dinner as he drank his bottle furiously. Fortunately, dinner could take care of itself for a while. Once again, Chad was only noticing that he was peeing, while he was actually doing it. There was no notice before. But that was something he didn't even think about. The only thing he really wanted to notice was the telltale tickle of his diaper leaking. It was another full ten minutes before he finally felt it. If Mel hadn't trimmed his time limit, he would have been just fine! It wasn't fair! "Mistress! I'm leaking!" he announced quickly. Mel glanced at the clock. "Ten minutes! That's way too much! Well, get over here and start preparing the floor. I want to get this over with. And don't forget, we've got to take care of that demerit for not showing off your diaper earlier in the store too!" Chad had forgotten about the demerit. Why couldn't Mel have forgotten about it too? Twenty swats with her yardstick. Ugh! He wasn't looking forward to it. He grabbed a stack of disposable diapers that she kept in her bathroom for him. Many of them had been used for similar purposes before. He spread them out all over the floor in his usual punishment area. Then as Mel got up from her seat where she was working, he pulled the skirt of his dress up high and out of the way again. He was certainly doing that a lot lately. Why did Mel even bother to make him wear the thing? Mel quickly examined the diapers covering the floor as she headed to the corner where she kept her yardstick. The floor looked to be adequately protected - unlike what Sissy's ass was about to be. She stood back and said nothing, only staring at him. And after a moment, Sissy untapped his soggy diaper and let it fall to the floor. Then he leaned over and put his hands up against the back of the chair. His bottom rose up higher, inviting her to punish it with her stick. As she prepared to hit him, she saw his neck tense up as he prepared himself for the pain of her first swat. She didn't disappoint him. "One!" She watched as he stood up, curtseyed, and thanked her in his sissy voice before leaning back over for the second blow. Punishing him like this was a time consuming process, but it was also fulfilling in a way. She didn't really know why, but there were definitely things about it that were, for lack of a better way to put it, fulfilling. "Two!" Sissy stood back up, curtseyed again and thanked her, then leaned back over. She saw his bottom rise up to the required position once again, but as soon as it was where it should be, she noticed a stream of pee escaping out of him, falling down onto the floor below where it was quickly absorbed by the diapers underneath. And the odd thing was, that he didn't seem to even notice. Swat! "Three!" There were tears in Sissy's eyes after the tenth blow and his words were nearly unrecognizable around the blubbering he was doing. "Now we have to take care of that nasty demerit," she pronounced. She only had to glance at the back of the chair for Sissy to resume his position and get ready for the next attack on his backside. Swish! Swat! "One!" she pronounced once again. But before Sissy could even stand back up to thank her for it, she saw that he was peeing again - as if the blow from her stick had pushed it all out of him. But what surprised her even more, was that he didn't react to the fact that he was peeing until he was almost done, which was right before his curtsey. And then, it was only a small reaction since she had told him before that his peeing shouldn't stop anything that he was doing. Chad thanked her once again for punishing him - in his blubbering sissy voice. And then quickly added, "I just peed, Mistress, so you don't have to punish me more for that!" He wanted to make sure that he wouldn't receive an additional five blows for not peeing while he was being punished. Mel was a little startled by his statement. "I saw," she said as if it was the most common thing in the world. But as Sissy was preparing himself for her next swat, the only thing that she could think about was that it was the second time he had peed during his punishment, not his first. Did that mean that he didn't even know he had peed the first time? The thought was encouraging! As soon as she had finished punishing him and he was once again diapered and working on another hour and forty-five minute time limit, she had him change into his sissy baby dress and the pink heels. "Make sure you keep them clean!" she warned. Chad, still trying to stop the last of his crying, only curtseyed before heading tearfully to her bedroom to change. Mel's doorbell rang just as Chad was pulling the steamed vegetables out of the pot. "Sissy... Get the door!" Mel called from the living room. Chad quickly put everything down, wiped his hands on a dish towel, and hurried toward the door - fairly confident and hoping that it would be Sandy and Cassie arriving. He was not disappointed. "Oh! You've got new earrings!" Cassie exclaimed as she walked in the moment he had finished his curtseying greeting. She stopped to examine the multi-colored spots on his ears closer. "I like them," she declared before walking further into the apartment. Sandy was still standing in the doorway, staring at him. "I still love that dress on you!" she stated happily before she too walked in. She glanced back at him once again before she sat down in the living room with Cassie and Mel. Chad hurried back to the kitchen to finish dinner. When it was ready and all dished out on the plates, he reluctantly put his own plate into the refrigerator... where he knew that Mel would want him to put it. He took one more quick drink from his latest bottle before calling everyone to the table. "Mmmm. Looks good," Cassie declared as she sat down. Mel looked up at Sissy from her seat. "Back in your corner," she ordered. "We shouldn't need you for a little while." Chad reluctantly headed toward the corner he had already spent too much time in. "Pacifier!" Mel yelled behind him. Chad quickly went back and found his pacifier on the kitchen counter. He took the opportunity to take another long drink from his bottle before putting the pacifier back into his mouth and then heading back to his corner. The women all seemed to be ignoring him as he climbed up onto his perch and pressed his body into the tight confines of the corner walls. One thing he noticed as he climbed up onto his perch, was that the much higher heels he was wearing made the height of the perch less of a difference. While the heels of his shoes were still off of the ground, it wasn't by quite as much - which made the shoes on his feet more comfortable on the perch than his low-heeled shoes. He couldn't really hear what any of the women were talking about. He heard some laughter occasionally, but he had no idea what it was about... probably him. Twice while he was there he noticed himself peeing. And as usual, that was the only thing of interest that his body had to feel. Boring! Boring! Boring! "Another great meal," Cassie declared as she sat back and pushed her plate away. "I have to tell you, I'm really enjoying these Sunday dinners." "Me too!" Sandy agreed. "It's the best meal I eat all week!" Mel smiled. "I have to say, I enjoy the company too... not to mention the meal!" "Sissy really is a good cook!" Sandy declared. The mention of Sissy made Mel look over toward him in his corner. She hadn't really been watching him at all during dinner. But right now he was right where he was supposed to be - in his corner and out of the way. She sighed. "I guess I better fix his dinner for him. We may as well let him eat before he cleans the kitchen up." Sandy giggled as they all got up from the table together. "Baby food again?" she asked. Mel shook her head. "Not this time. I don't want to waste all the food that I bought - and he fixed. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out the plate that Sissy had prepared for himself. She held it out so everyone could see. The plate had been fixed just as nicely as the ones he had prepared for everyone else. "Imagine," Mel said, "he thinks he's going to get to eat this just like it is. I don't know why he even bothered!" She set the plate down on the counter, grabbed a sharp knife and a fork, and went to work cutting his food up into very tiny pieces. She had no trouble with the vegetables of course, but the pork chops... "Ugh! This is hard!" she complained before she had gotten very far. But she kept at it. "Why do you bother doing it that way?" Sandy asked. "Real babies can't eat anything like that." "Is there a better way?" Mel asked, fairly certain there wasn't. "Don't you have a blender? That's what we usually used when I was younger to fix table food for the babies." "A blender?" Mel smiled and hunted around in one of her bottom cabinets. A moment later, she dragged the thing out and plugged it in. She motioned toward Sandy. "Show me." Sandy smiled. "Well, it's really very easy." She took all of the vegetables that Mel had already cut up and put them into the blender, then she turned it on. Two seconds later, everything in the blender was reduced to nothing but mush. "See," Sandy said, "instant baby food." "That's great," Mel declared. "But how about the pork chops?" Sandy emptied the colorful vegetable mush from the blender onto Chad's plate. Then she grabbed the pork chops and pulled them apart with her hands and stuffed them into the blender. "You've got to add some water for things like this," she explained before turning the blender back on again. Once again, the blender went to work, but this time, for a much longer period. Sandy stopped it twice and checked it, adding water each time. But eventually, even the meat had been reduced to nothing but an unappetizing looking brown mush. "Eeeww!" Mel and Cassie remarked together as Sandy dumped the brown mush out onto his plate. "That looks disgusting," Mel declared. "Gross!" Cassie agreed. "But it's just the same as what you buy in the stores for babies," Sandy exclaimed. "Mostly anyway. I have no doubt that this would probably taste better." "I don't think I'd want to try it," Cassie said. "Me either," Mel agreed. She looked around. "I guess we're all ready for him. Cassie, if you'll get the tray off his highchair, I'll call him for dinner." Chad was elated when he heard Mel calling his name. He had heard strange sounds from the kitchen that worried him, but he could never hear what any of them were saying. Pulling himself