Published: September 7th 2022, 10:46:41 am
The two men found themselves getting up and walking, guided by invisible hands whether they wanted to or not. The man of the house got the seat of honor - Randy walked up to the high chair and sat in, his arms and legs stuck fast while the inbuilt restraints were strapped around his wrists, ankles, thighs and forearms. A big babyish bib was tied around him with smiling clouds and the words, "Little Angel" on the front.
Lou had no high chair. Instead, he walked forward to pick up a spoon and dip it in the first jar of baby food that floated down and opened itself. Randy's heart raced. He didn't want Lou to know how turned on he was by the idea of being fed by someone else, but he had little choice but to accept the spoonful of mushed sweet potatoes as Lou brought the spoon to his mouth.
"Sorry bud," said Lou. "I can't stop myself..."
"I know," said Randy, blushing bright red. "It's oka-GLOMPH!"
Those were the last words Randy said before he was fed spoonful after spoonful of mush. After that, he wasn't able to get out more than half a word before another spoon made its way in his mouth. And the Jars kept coming. Being laid out on the tray and opened faster than Lou could feed him. No matter how much Randy fussed and whined, he couldn't stop eating, and Lou couldn't stop feeding him.
Lou didn't have to feel too sorry for Randy, though, because the trapped man was soon moaning as the invisible hands began to rub the front of his diaper, teasing him once more in all the right ways. His whines soon turned to moans as soft whispers spoke in his ears.
"Eat your num nums like a good boy..."
"You love your num nums..."
"It feels so good to be a good boy and eat in the high chair..."
"Soooo goood...."
Randy squirmed and moaned as he gulped down spoonful after spoonful. His tummy was getting so full but it felt so good to get that stimulation. Unable to budge an inch with the straps holding his arms and legs snugly in place, he was at the mercy of the hands to set the pace. It was embarrassing but felt so good, that Randy almost didn't care. He just needed to cum. Cum in his thick wet diapers.
Wet? When had he-
"Urggghgnnnnngulp!"
Before Randy could even finish the though, he came hard in his diaper, painting it with more cum than he had ever thought possible given the recent ball drainings those invisible hands had milked out of him. But even his breathtaking orgasm wasn't permission enough for him to pause from his feeding. The poor guy had one more jar to go, and no energy left to resist.
Randy was still shuddering and jerking from his powerful orgasm, drooling as Lou fed him the last few spoonfulls. The hands massaged his tummy and thighs, patted his head and whispered what a good boy he was.
"Good boy. Good boy!"
"You ate up all your nummies and got lots of cummies."
"That's what good boys deserve! You want to do it again and again...."
"In your big thick diapers...."
Finally, the jars were cleared from the tray, and the straps released themselves, loosening their grip from Randy's arms and legs.
The bib wiped his face clean, and the tray opened to allow him down. And Randy practically fell onto Lou as he stumbled out of his seat, wetting his diaper further, though it was hard to tell the difference from the huge amount of spooge he had just unleashed into his padding. It felt just about as good to wet himself too, his bladder spasming a bit, having been unable to release while Randy made big cummies into his appropriately absorbent padding.
Lou was relieved that Randy was okay, and that the feeding was over, but his relief didn't last for long, because now it was his turn. Yes, his turn to be hoisted up into the high chair, strapped in by the straps, and secured as the tray snapped in place. His turn to have the bib tied around his neck, and a whole new array of jars lined up on the tray in front of him.
"My, my, we have two hungry little boys today, don't we? It'll be time for a trip to the store soon. Won't that be fun?"
Lou shook his head. He couldn't imagine going out dressed as a big baby in a thick, swollen diaper where everyone could see. And he sure as hell never expected to be handfed by Randy, but there he was, stuck in the highchair. And there Randy was, dipping a spoon into the first of over a dozen jars of baby food. There was no getting out of it. And Lou knew exactly how it would end - just like Randy had. With a sploogy mess in the front of his diaper, just like the mess that would soon be on his face and bib.
"Randy, you don't have to do this! You can resist!"
"I'm trying, Lou! I'm trying! But I c-c-can't! I'm sorry!"
"Randy! Don't you da-GLURK!!!"
That was all Lou could say because now Randy was shoveling spoonfulls of mush into his mouth, and it was all he could do to keep up. The worst part was, he was already feeling extra horny, and extra stimulated. With all the attention on what was happening in his mouth, he didn't even realize that the hands had been hard at work getting him hard in his diaper since the moment he was hoisted up into the highchair. With his legs spread open as they were, they had perfect access to his most sensitive areas, and he couldn't have stopped them even if he wanted to.
The whispers reminded him just how much he loved being fed. Just how good it could feel.
"You feel so good, baby boy!"
"Being fed feels soooo good..."
"Your little pee pee loves it!"
"Can you make stickies like your bro or are you too little?"
"It's okay, little one. Just enjoy your num nums."
"You'll get there eventually. Just like your brother."
"You'll be a good little boy either way."
Lou's mind didn't stand a chance against the onslaught of sensations and suggestions. Once again, he went into a trance state, smiling and babbling as he ate the yummy num nums. He was so happy to be a good boy. So susceptible to the voices of the spectral caretakers. Even moreso than Randy, who actually had a diaper fetish to begin with. Or so it seemed.
Randy couldn't help but smile at how cute Lou was being fed like that. Maybe the voices were right.
"That's right. He's so cute!"
"You love feeding and babying him. He's such a natural!"
"A natural baby..."
"Yes, he deserves this..."
"You both do!"
Randy nodded. This made sense. It felt so good to see his friend smile. They were like to peas in a pod, and he was glad they got to be good boys and get what good boys deserved.