Diaper Date Round Twelve (Patreon)

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“Janice, we were just on our way for ice cream,” you say casually, ignoring the fiery stare your date is sending in your direction. “Would you care to join us?”

Your date actually twists in the stroller, glaring daggers… but it’s too late. Janice quickly answers “I’d love to!” and before you know it, she’s walking along beside you, taking hold of your arm as you resume pushing the stroller towards the ice cream shop, your very annoyed date pouting and sputtering with impotent rage. The stares and jeers of the other pedestrians as you pass don’t exactly help, and her clearly diapered and infantilized condition are still drawing a lot of attention from the other passersby:

“She looks like a huge baby!” someone cackles wildly, causing her to blush and sink down in her seat.

“Oh god… I think that diaper’s wet!”

“Seriously?! Gross!”

Meanwhile, Janice, looking gorgeous and drawing a lot of appreciative looks, can’t help rubbing it in a bit.

“Seems like your new look is pretty popular, sweetie!” She says snidely, loving every second of her rival’s public shaming. “I think this little ‘baby style’ thing you’ve got going here is really working for you… I don’t think I’ve ever seen men pay this much attention to you before!”

Furious, your date just folds her arms under her breath and says nothing for the duration of the trip, absorbing the stares and wisecracks from both onlookers and Janice in stoic silence until you arrive at the ice cream shop.

In the store, the girl behind the til makes a good hearted attempt at stifling her giggles, but can’t help staring at your date in amusement. She serves you efficiently (a cone for you, a small vanilla shake for Janice, and a large sundae for your date), and then pretends to clean the counter while she watches the three of you go over to a table by the window.

“You’re not going to let the little brat eat that by herself, are you?” Janice asks, slurping on her shake with an evil little smile. “You know she’ll just make a big mess of herself!”

Your date shoots a withering look, first at Janice for suggesting it, then at you for even considering the possibility.

Will you allow your date to feed herself or will you let Janice feed her?

Let Janice feed her