Published: January 18th 2022, 3:34:58 am
Frank's breath caught in his throat as he was led by the hand to the dinner table, pulled roughly by an upset looking Gerard. He noticed, however, that Gerard had a bit of a tent in his pants and he almost wondered if the man was glad he messed up. He looked up at the table as they approached and saw the baby food set out - but there were only two place settings with baby food.
"Wha?"
Before he could finish the thought, Gerard sat down in one of the chairs and pulled Frank over his lap so that his erection was poking Frank's belly. It was definitely there, and definitely hard. Frank blushed a bit as it poked into his soft belly, thinking about how much softer it had gotten these past few weeks and imagining that erection pressing into another part of his softer anatomy as well, but he was quickly brought back to reality when Gerard pulled down the back of his diaper.
"No! No! No!" yelled Frank, but that didn't stop the spanks from raining down. Nor did his squirming stop Gerard from holding him in place on his lap. Frank cried out loudly, but there was no getting away as Gerard punished him in front of everyone.
"There you go little boy," said Gerard, pulling up the back of Frank's diapers and patting them, causing Frank to wince. But then, Gerard frowned and looked down. He carefully set the sniffling Frank down to reveal a large wet spot on the front of his trousers. "You leaked!" he exclaimed.
Frank's eyes went wide. "I wha- No I didn't!"
He could barely believe that he had done that, but there it was, all over Daddy's lap. Frank was even more embarrassed about that than the spanking, as the other two boys laughed openly.
"Oh goodness, I have to take care of this right away," said Gerard. "Leandra, can you change the baby?"
"Just a minute, hon," said Leandra. "I'm still putting out the food."
"He's leaking all over the floor," said Gerard, clucking his tongue and pulling at the front of his trousers in exasperation, though that tent was bigger than ever in his pants.
"I'll change the little one," said Jasmine, raising a hand to get Gerard's attention.
"Oh, would you? I really wouldn't want to impose."
"Nonsense," said Jasmine, "Where are the changing supplies?"
Frank was shaking his head at Daddy and silently begging, "No, no no," with his lips, but Gerard completely ignored his pleas once again. "I keep a bag of changing supplies right here in the living room. You can just change him on the floor, on the carpet. We usually do."
And so, Frank was led, dripping, to the carpet to lie back on the changing mat that Jasmine set out. He wanted to say he could do it himself. He wanted to make any excuse to avoid being changed in front of all these strangers, but there was nothing he could say because before Gerard left, Frank's mouth was plugged once more by the pacifier and he was given a warning not to lose it again til din din times.
Frank felt completely helpless as he lay there on his back, a full grown man now reduced to an infant who needed the neighbor lady to change his soggy diaper. He didn't know what to do with his hands, so he balled them up in fists and shook them, like a baby often does. Duke seemed to notice and take pity on him, because Frank soon found a Blarney stuffie in his hand. He held it to his face and hugged it tight, not for comfort, but to block his view of what was happening, but despite that he did feel better when he hugged it. At least a little bit.
"Aww, look, he's smiling," said Jasmine. "You did a really good thing, Duke."
Duke beamed at the praise, and Frank, surprised to hear that he had been smiling, quickly turned it into a pout, which just made the others laugh, except for Pierce.
"Aww, what a cutie pie," said Jasmine. But Pierce just made faces at Frank, and teased him as best he could without drawing the ire of Jasmine.
"You'd better watch it," said Jasmine, making Pierce stop in his tracks and go pale. "I know what you're up to and if you don't behave, then it'll be you getting your diaper changed in the living room and eating dinner in a high chair."
That shut up Pierce real quick, but Frank was confused. What high chair? But when Jasmine helped him up and led him back to the dinner table, his questions were answered, because there right in front of his eyes was his high chair with a big helping of baby mush sitting in a bowl on the tray.
It was clear that this was done for show as Gerard couldn't put him in the chair without taking the tray off first. Leandra was the one to move the tray and bowl to help Frank into the chair while the other men sat at the table. He looked at her piteously, thinking you're the one that did this to me in his head and hoping she could hear his thoughts. It wasn't fair, he thought, as he was helped up into the seat and strapped in securely, legs forced apart to show his clean new diaper, wrists, ankles, elbows, and knees secured down so that he couldn't get out on his own. He spoke up the moment Leandra took the pacifier out of his mouth, looking down at the tray that was slid in front of him, the bib round his neck, struggling to move but unable to budge an inch.
"How come I gotta sit in the baby chair?" he whined. "It's not fair! They're the ones that got in trouble, so how come I get punished?" He was usually not restrained so securely in the high chair now that he had gotten used to it, not unless he was having a particularly difficult day.
Leandra smirked, noting how her husband didn't even seem to have the vocabulary to call things by their proper names. "Hush, now, little one, don't you think you've earned enough punishments today?"
"But what did I do?" asked Frankie, whining, frustration showing on his red face.
"You complain too much," said Gerard from the table. "And you broke the rules. The baby food wasn't for you - it was for Pierce and Duke, but since you only know how to complain and spat your pacifier out instead of listening to Mommy and Daddy, you must eat baby food too."
"That's right," added Leandra, as Frank realized his mistake. "And since there's only one baby chair, you get to be the lucky little guy who gets fed in it!"
Frank looked over at Duke and Pierce who were watching with interest and amusement. "But how come they get sippy cups?"
"Because they can use their hands like big boys," said Leandra. "And unlike you, they are guests. You, on the other hand, should know better, little man. Now let's feed you before your food gets cold, little man, and no more complaints."
Everyone began their meal, with a lot of glances over to Frank's predicament, where Leandra was making a big show of feeding her adorable baby husband. The bowl of green goop that Leandra sat out in front of him wasn't big, Frank realized. It was massive, and Leandra wanted to play up every spoonful as she fed it all to Frank.
"That's a good cucky wucky, eat up all your greens! Wots of good good veggies and fiber in here, so eat up to grow big and strong like Daddy!"
Frank was obliged to open up his mouth for the airplane. Every time he tried to sputter a protest at the infantile treatment, he just got another mouth of mush, so through much embarrassment and bluster, he was fed, like it or not. Just when he thought he was done, Leandra grabbed a second bowl from the table.
"Oh, you did such a good job eating your greens, little man. Now for some dessert! We got stewed prune puree just for you! This'll get your tum tum moving, little man, since you seem to want to try and hold it in still."
Frank wanted to scream. How could his wife be treating him like this? And yet, he knew he had lost that fight long ago. It seemed now he only had the choice of behaving and being treated like a toddler, or speaking up and being treated like a baby. Somehow, no matter what he intended to do, it seemed like he was backsliding into more and more infantile treatment. Instead of earning his priveleges back, he was being treated like more of a baby!
"Keep eating little one. The doctor said to feed you lots and lots of fiber so you can be a healthy baby boy!"
Frank whined, as he was filled up. "No mow," he said, his mouth full of digusting prunes, but Leandra just treated it like baby talk and kept feeding him. He could feel his tummy rumbling and began to sweat, knowing that soon his body would try to clear more room for all the food. Mercifully, she was almost done, and after some final bites for his stuffed tummy. The doctor may have put him on a diet for weight loss, but it sure didn't feel like it with all that she was feeding him.
"All done," said Leandra. "Now it's your turn, dear," she said, taking a seat while Gerard got up, a giant one liter baby bottle in hand.
"Okay, kiddo! Time for your formula!"
Frank struggled and shook his head, but he was sluggish and completely restrained. He was no match for Gerard, who grabbed Frank's chin in his hand and shoved the bottle in his mouth.
"Drink," was his command, which Frank instantly obeyed, whining as the pressure in his tummy grew. First, his bladder gave way. It wasn't five gulps in when he felt the dam burst and he was flooding his diapers again. He wriggled and struggled, trying to close his legs and stop the flow any way that he could, but it was hopeless. The thick diapers drank up all the liquid as he peed uncontrollably, his diaper eye level with everyone sitting at the table.
"Looks like that little boy really does need to wear diapers," said Jasmine. "He can't even hold it for a whole meal. And I just changed him!"
Her two men were chuckling until she added a comment about them. "You two won't have that problem, will you?"
"No, ma'am," they both said, shaking their heads.
"And you'll help with the dishes after, and then come to me or our lovely hosts for help going to the potty, won't you?"
"Yes, ma'am," they both said, clearly flustered and red with embarrassment, not that it was any consolation for Frank, who was still emptying his bladder in front of everyone while still only ⅓ of the way through his bottle.
"So you baby them too?" asked Gerard, holding the bottle up while Frank struggled against his restraints.
"Only when they're in trouble," said Jasmine. "Which is often enough that they have their own cubbies at home with the necessary supplies."
"We'll, I don't see why not," said Leandra, "It's certainly worked wonders for little Frankie, here, isn't that right, Frankie?"
Frankie couldn't respond with the big nipple invading his mouth. He could only whine and splutter as he was fed more formula than he thought he could possibly fit in his tummy. At this point, his belly button was in full view as his engorged tummy pressed against the tray and his diaper swole to huge proportions.
Gerard leaned in as Frank continued to drink and said in a low voice, "Never forget that you are our baby. Now and forever."
Frank started to sob, and Gerard paused.
"I sowwy, Daddeee...." He whimpered. "No mow miwk... too fuww..."
"Oh dear," said Gerard, looking at the bottle, which was still half full. "I don't think he's going to be able to finish his din dins. And he needs to drink all of it according to the doctor..."
Jasmine put down her napkin and stood up. "Why don't you let me try with the little sweetie?"