Diaper Date Round Thirteen (Patreon)

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“I think you’re right Janice,” you say, tying a plastic baby bib around your date’s neck and unsuccessfully attempting to suppress a grin as she shoots you a withering look. “I don’t think she can be trusted not to make a mess of herself. Why don’t you do the honors?”

“With pleasure,” Janice says. Pulling up close, she spoons up a heaping helping of ice cream, warm fudge, fluffy whipped cream, and bits of nuts. “Open up, you little brat,” Janice says with a teasing smile, simply smearing it across her lips when her victim refuses.

The game continues for a long moment and you watch happily as Janice makes your date’s pretty face messy with ice-cream, fudge, and whipped cream. Stubbornly, she seals her lips and wriggles in her seat, her diapered bottom crinkling with ever squirm.

“Now you’d better start behaving yourself and doing what I say, sweetie”, Janice says sternly, eyes flickering with malicious delight.  “You wouldn’t want me to turn you over my lap and warm your bottom in front of everyone… right?”

Your date glares at her, furious, and almost willing to defy her hated rival… but the teasing glint in Janice’s eye and the cruel little smile let her know that there was a good chance she wasn’t bluffing.

Not wanting to push her luck, your date reluctantly forces her mouth open. “That’s right, sweetie, open that big fat trap you yours… that’s a good girl,” Janice says triumphantly when your date finally relents, allowing her to push the delicious confection into her mouth.

“There we go! That’s mama’s big girl!” Janice chuckled when her rival shot her an angry look, but still opened her mouth to accept another overflowing spoonful of rich, gooey ice-cream and fudge, which dribbled down her chin and splattered on her bib.

Your date glares  at the both of you, the mouth-wateringly sweet sundae tasting like bitter humiliation in her mouth. She could feel the other diners gawking at the scene, and the two bitchy young clerks behind the counter are openly giggling in her direction, and she’s sure she saw one pointing out the bulk of her diapered bottom beneath the tight, pink shorty-pant overalls she was wearing. Janice works the spoon quickly, loading it up with ice cream and pushing it into your date’s mouth so rapidly she hardly has time to swallow one bite before the next one is shoveled in.

Already feeling light-headed and disoriented from the regression drug, her chewing as sloppy as a real baby, and she’s dribbling half-eaten sundae out of the corners of her mouth at a rapid clip. Worse, the more her tummy fills, the gassier she gets, her tummy bubbling and gurgling ominously throughout the meal. With all her might, she tries to control herself, but she succeeds only in making herself feel like a balloon rapidly filling with gas. Soon, she’s belching noisily between bites, and on three occasions, is forced to stop chewing, lean over in her seat and fart loudly, drawing stares and even some laughter from the crowd.

“Eww,“ Janice teases, spitefully pushing another mouthful of ice-cream into your date’s mouth, grinning as she watches it overflow her lips and drip down her chin. “I can’t believe anyone at work takes you seriously… you’re such a messy, stinky big baby!”

Your adorable Adult Baby date glares impotently, unable to do much more then lean to the side and pass gas with an obnoxiously loud and wet rumble that not even her puffy diapers can muffle.

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