Published: September 8th 2021, 2:00:07 pm
"Go on," Ms. Beesley encouraged Glenn. "You just go ahead an let go as soon as you feel the need, or else we'll be here all day!"
"B-But..." Glenn blushed, fidgeting in place, his diaper crinkling loudly beneath the tutu. Was he seriously going to be expected to pee his pants every time?! And then let these pretty women all change him, and see him naked, up close and personal?! He wasn't sure which was more humiliating! "C-Couldn't you do it without me having to use them?"
It wasn't a perfect solution to his problem; he would take whatever win he could get, though. If they were going to change him anyway, he might as well at least skip one part of the embarrassment. Maybe they could get it done now, all at once, get it over with, then move on to something else.
"Don't be silly, Rapunzel," Ms. Beesley chuckled. "That would be wasteful, and we don't want that, do we?" Glenn shrank back as the other women laughed.
"Yeah, Rapunzel," the woman who had changed him after his breastfeeding teased. "Besides, the contest has already started, we can't change the rules now! And I'm in the lead now, so there's no way we're stopping."
"If you can't go yet, we can always help," Ms. Beesley told him. "You need a break, Sybil?"
Glenn couldn't look the pregnant woman in the eyes after what had happened between them. He certainly hadn't minded being so close to her breasts, though he hadn't really been able to see them to enjoy the sight when they were in his mouth. It was so intimate, so infantile... He'd been in a lot of embarrassing situations, but nothing had made him feel more babyish than that. He hadn't even thought to protest when he was taken over to the changing pad.
"Maybe," Sybil said.
"No problem! Here's something else we can do, then... How many different bottle feeding positions do we know? We want to make sure Sybil has options!" Ms. Beesley sat down, pulling Glenn up onto her lap before he could say anything. "Kim, be a dear and fetch me one of the bottles of milk, please."
One of the women trotted away, as Glenn squirmed on the lap of the woman who was, supposedly, about to be his boss, if he didn't mess things up today. "I-I don't really like milk that much..." he mumbled.
"You don't?" Ms. Beesley raised an eyebrow. "It looked like you were slurping away quite happily a few minutes ago." Glenn blushed, hearing the laughter surround him again. "Or was that because of the container it came in?"
Glenn stared down at his lap awkwardly, wrapping his hands in the tutu self-consciously, almost glad for the arrival of the bottle. "Well, this is pretty traditional," Ms. Beesley said, "but we might as well start with the basics. Lie down, Rapunzel." Glenn shifted, the woman quickly taking control, moving him into the position she wanted, his head against her arm, her hand on the seat of his diaper, gently rubbing and patting it as she slid the bottle into his mouth.
"Obviously, it's easier with a smaller baby," Ms. Beesley quipped. "I'd say she's doing pretty well, though, for someone who doesn't like milk."
Glenn whimpered, unable to explain with the bottle's nipple pressed between his lips. He hadn't really thought he'd had a choice, and his 'get it over with' attitude was still in place. Looking up at the bottle, however, he was surprised by how quickly he'd guzzled it down.
"Anyone else have one?" Ms. Beesley asked when she was done.
"This can be nice," another woman sat down beside her, taking Glenn like he really was a baby being passed around with no agency of his own, sitting him up on her lap, facing away from her, making him fidget, feeling her breasts pressing against his shoulders. "Once they're a little older and can sit on their own a bit." A fresh bottle was popped into Glenn's mouth, letting him drink away as he saw the women watching, smiling... It was almost worse this way.
'Almost' turned into 'definitely' when, partway through, one of the women exclaimed, "Look! She's wetting!" Glenn groaned, tugging at the tutu, but he already felt every eye in the room on his diaper as another trickle of warmth, helped along by all the liquid he was taking in, escape into it. He hadn't thought it was big enough to make a difference, or be visible... Sitting there like that, though, his padding was far more on display than it had been when he was breastfeeding, or in the other bottle-feeding position. And once someone had said something, and everyone was watching, he was too nervous to make it stop.
"That will happen sometimes," the woman smirked, her free hand snaking down, giving his diaper a squeeze. "Such a good girl... Don't worry, I'll take care of it when you finish your bottle."
"The whole thing?" Glenn burbled into his milk. Sure enough, it wasn't until he'd emptied it that the woman took him by surprise, standing up and taking him with her, carrying him to the changing pad and lying him right down, expertly cleaning him up, getting him into yet another dry diaper. Even after that, by the time he was being helped to his feet, his bladder was already starting to feel full again... And there was another woman waiting, sitting in front of the couch, bottle in hand, beckoning him over.
"When they're a bit littler, they'll fit on your lap, but we'll have to pretend," she giggled, spreading her legs wide. "Right here!" She made him lie down, facing her, slipping the bottle into his mouth. "It's very sweet when they're small enough to make it work. Isn't it?" she tickled Glenn's tummy, getting a burst of involuntary, muffled laughter from him.
How much longer could this possibly go on? How many ways were there to give a baby a bottle?! He couldn't say he'd ever really thought about it, but it seemed as though everyone had their own take on it, their own advice to give, with him there to demonstrate it, getting changes here and there throughout, to his chagrin.
Finally, they were down to the last woman, and, as Glenn had assumed would happen long ago, she shrugged and said, "I don't have anything else for bottle feedings." Before he could get too comfortable, however, she continued, "but what about when they get a little older?"
And that was how Glenn had a bib tied around his neck, the woman crouching in front of him as he sat on the sofa, a spoonful of mushy baby food in the air between them. "Not hungry," he shook his head, moving his mouth as little as possible.
"What a clever girl," Ms. Beesley stepped in. "She thought of another game for us... How to get a fussy baby to eat?"
"Not fussy!" he glared, but, even before he heard the snickering, he recognized how much protesting made it sound otherwise.
Why hadn't he just bitten the bullet - and the spoon - and not made a big deal out of it? He should have known it was going to happen either way... Now, he was making it more fun for them, more of a challenge, as the woman coaxed, and flew the spoon around like an airplane, and did whatever she could to convince him to open his mouth, which, of course, he inevitably did...
"Ugh!" he almost instantly spit it out, the texture and taste taking him by surprise. The bib did help, but by the time everyone had done their best to make him give it another shot, there was mush outside of it, too, on his dress.
"That's okay," Ms. Beesley rolled with it, as she had with everything else. "I'm sure she needs a bath by now anyway."
"No!" Glenn shook his head. It was one thing letting them change him, one by one; this would involve him being completely naked, potentially in front of all of them at once, assuming the bathroom was as big and extravagant as the rest of the house... He couldn't let that happen! A baby might not care about it, but he wasn't a baby, he was an adult!
And yet, looking around the room, having looked into most of these women's eyes as they fed him, with bottle and spoon, or, at the very least, been near them and knowing they were the ones controlling his food intake, it was hard not to think of himself as smaller than them, younger than them... And definitely not particularly grown up. They all seemed older than him, to varying degrees, and he assumed most of them were married, so it wasn't like he really had a chance either way... This would ensure none of them would ever look at him that way again, though, would always see him as a baby... And probably a baby girl at that, no matter what his anatomy might say when he was in the tub. Of course, by now, any hope he might have had at avoiding that was almost definitely long gone.
His head was swimming as he was taken into the bathroom, the tub filled up as Ms. Beesley helped him out of his dress. "Uh-oh, looks like we have a chance for someone else to enter the contest," she laughed. Obviously, he was going back into diapers after the bath, so the supplies had come with them, one of the women laying out the changing mat, opening up Glenn's diaper, cleaning him up. "Time!" she announced when she was satisfied. "We'll just add that to how long it takes me to get a new one on you, when you're ready," she tapping Glenn on the nose. "See you in a few."
He tried to cover himself with his hands, but it seemed so pointless now... Not caring was even more babyish, though, wasn't it? Only the smallest of children were totally un-self-conscious about running around naked... He was grateful to be helped into the bath, the bubbly water hiding him somewhat, except when he was being scrubbed and washed by so many different hands, everyone gleefully wanting to join in and offer advice, the whole time, a fresh diaper awaiting him on the changing pad.
He didn't even get the dress back when it was over, thanks to the baby food stains. Instead, when his padding was back in place, Ms. Beesley put him in a light purple t-shirt with Rapunzel on it, stopping just short of the waistband of his diaper. Even with his wig, it was obvious he was no longer a princess... He was a little girl playing pretend... Or, maybe more accurately, a doll, there to be used to show Sybil what to do with her new baby... Because that was what he was now. A baby. A baby girl.
"Oh, Rapunzel," Ms. Beesley gave him a hug as everyone filed back to the living room. "You're doing such a good job! I can't wait to have you at the office with me!"
Glenn nodded, knowing that was why he'd put himself through all this... But unable to ignore that, even with the other women ahead of them, not paying attention, she'd called him Rapunzel and not Glenn, having a very bad feeling about what that could imply for what his time at the office was really going to be.