wittlesissybaby
STUFFED
Published: November 23rd 2022, 5:42:14 pm
I never should have said it. I never should have said anything. It was so stupid. I didn’t even mean it. Or maybe I did? Whatever. Even if I thought it, it’s not something I should have said about someone close to me.
Amy and I had been friends since high school. We were in homeroom together. She would give me advice about girls, watched as I crashed and burned with them, and then would help me pick myself back up and try again. Amy didn’t garner much interest from guys, though. She had always been a bit overweight, and boys that age were too shallow to give her a fair chance.
Our friend group grew pretty large over the years. Between highschool and college, girlfriends, boyfriends, fiance’s and spouses; it had amassed to a solid-knit cast of about 18 people.
We looked out for each other, we tried to stay close, and we always stuck up for one another.
That is, until I said what I said, and the whole group turned on me.
I was now sitting in a large chair that our Engineer-friend, Andy, had built. Who am I kidding? It was a high-chair.
Holly had knitted some mittens to go over my hands and keep my fingers immobile. Not that it mattered, because my wrists were strapped tightly to the sides of the chair.
“Happy Friendsgiving!!” Kyle and Christina exclaimed as they walked through the door with their famous green bean casserole in hand. The rest of the friend group cheered and greeted them with hugs, handshakes, and laughter.
“And who’s this little guy??” Kyle quipped, coming over to the high chair and giving me a playful pinch on the cheek.
He knew perfectly well who I was. Kyle was part of our intramural flag football team that went all the way to the championship. We had been close friends ever since.
“I like your bonnet!” His fiance Christina cooed. It was Mary’s from when she’d worn a Little Bo Beep costume a few years ago. I flushed with shame as Christina readjusted it on my head. It had been sliding backwards from my struggling that morning.
More of my friends arrived in droves. All of them taking the time to come by and pay me a humiliating visit.
“I like your shirt!” Katy giggled, pinching my nipples beneath the tiny shirt that read ‘WAP (Wet And Poopy)’. “And are you wearing your diaper?” she checked under the tray of the high chair before waiting for an answer, then gasped dramatically. “Ohh!! You are!! Did someone get those for you or is it one from your secret wittle stash?”
My cheeks burned bright red at that. Katy’s husband Shane was the one who had told the group about the things he discovered while he was my roommate in college. It was the time he went to my room to borrow some shoes and ended up finding my treasure trove of adult-sized diapers, onesies, and pacifiers.
I still cringe thinking about the moment I came in and saw his flabbergasted face. He never said a word about it after that, we just pretended it didn’t happen. He probably would have taken it to the grave with him. But after my comments about Amy, when everyone was furious, it was he that spilled the beans about what I likely do in my alone time. The girls in the group figured out a way to make it into a much more public, and punishing time.
I’d always fantasized about my diaper fetish being used to degrade and humiliate me. But now that I was faced with the reality of it, it wasn’t nearly as fun as I had imagined.
I wriggled in the chair, attempting to break free, but the bonds holding my wrists and ankles were strapped securely.
“Awww!! Look at how he pretends he hates this!!” Katy giggled. “Shane told me about how he’d hear you babbling and crinkling every night in your room in college. And look! Now you’re doing it again!!”
She laughed at her own joke all the way out of the room. I wanted to cuss her out. I never really liked her. But the large pacifier stuffed and strapped securely in my mouth kept me from doing so.
All I could do was sit there and squish in my diaper while everyone came in and made their rounds and smalltalk.
“Maybe we should take him home with us for a bit,” Gloria suggested, rubbing her pregnant belly while holding my friend Carlos’ hand with the other, “It would be good practice! Can you imagine learning how to change a diaper by changing your old workmate’s poopy pampers??”
Finally the last guests arrived. Michael, who I’d been friends with since elementary school, and his wife Lisa came in with the stuffing and corn casserole. Lisa was admittedly very attractive, and I’d always secretly had a crush on her, even complaining internally at times that I didn’t meet her first.
“Well aren’t you just adorable!!” Lisa said, scooting forward out from under Michael’s arm. Michael looked uncomfortable with the whole thing, but Lisa wasn’t the least bit perturbed.
“How’s your diaper? Hmm?” she asked, “Are you wet??” she leaned under the tray of the high chair and poked the piss-soaked pampers between my legs, gasping. “Ohh!! You sure are quite the soggy one aren’t you?! And what’s this…” she kept poking and pinching the front, trying to figure out what she felt inside. I cringed knowing that my cock had grown erect as soon as she walked in the room. Her fingering and prodding did nothing to help matters. “Ohp!” she exclaimed, covering her shocked expression with her hands after realizing what she was touching, “Guess I can’t do that! Don’t want you making sticky messes in there too, do we?”
She laughed and went back to the safety of Michael’s arms, who chuckled softly with her, but gave me a look like I was an absolute freak as he walked away.
I was mostly forgotten in the hustle and bustle after that. There were drinks being poured, laughter and jeers that finally weren’t at my expense, and several dishes that still needed to be popped into the oven.
The smells wafting from the kitchen were making my stomach grumble. I was starving. Aaron coming in with the freshly fried turkey didn’t help matters at all.
“Did anyone feed the baby?” Mary asked.
“I thought we were just going to cut up his portions into bite-sized bits?”
“No no no! I bought some special food for him!”
I couldn’t see what they were referring to from my vantage in the dining room, but they all must have thought it hilarious because there was a cacophony of laughter.
“Yes! That’s definitely what he needs!!”
“Who wants to feed him?”
“I’LL DO IT!” about 5 girls said at the same time.
They were practically pushing and shoving as they came into the dining area.
“Look what we got joo wittle baby!!” Lisa cooed. Her gorgeous looks mixed with babytalk was driving my pecker crazy.
I was quickly distracted by what was in their hands, though.
“We got mushy peas…”
“And mushy carewets…”
“And some pwunes…”
One by one they laid the different jars onto the tray in front of me.
“Oh! This one’s chicken and veggies all mixed together!” Christina said excitedly.
“That…doesn’t sound very good.” Katy laughed.
“Oh well…” Christina shrugged, “Not like I have to eat it.”
The girls giggled together and began opening up the jars.
“I’ve got spoons!!” Gloria said, handing a plastic baby spoon to each of them.
Mary unstrapped the pacifier from my head while Holly placed a bib around my neck.
“Who’s ready for some num nums?!” Katy cooed.
Gloria was the first one to scoop a big helping of the mushy goop onto her spoon and put it to my face. I may have a diaper fetish, but I never indulged in baby food. Texture is a big thing for me, and pureed anything makes me want to gag. I could never do smoothies or shakes or anything of the sort.
“Open up, little one!”
“Here cumms the airpwane!!”
I tried turning my head back and forth, clamping my mouth shut. But someone behind me was holding my head while another one pinched my nose.
“Thanks Andy!” Gloria said after depositing the first spoonful into my mouth. I immediately tried to spit it out but she caught any of the dribble and shoved it right back in like I were an actual baby.
“MmmMM!!” the girls said in unison. As if their exaggerated sounds would make it taste any better.
“Here comes another one!” Someone said, and another spoon was pressed against my mouth.
I barely had time to choke it down before another one was in my face. And then another. And another.
It was all coming so fast. Five girls, each with spoonfuls of puree, pushed inside my mouth one after the other. I didn’t have time to think or struggle, all I could do was swallow whatever was put inside before the next one came. The taste was revolting. Had it been one flavor at a time, it might not have been so bad. But the amalgamation of everything was not pleasant at all.
“Awww!! Is wittle baby getting full?” Holly asked patronizingly.
I nodded, grumbling with whatever it was still in my mouth.
“Too bad!” Lisa scoffed, “You still have half a jar left!”
The girls all agreed, stirring their jars and scooping out more.
“Here comes the choo choo train!!”
“CHOO! CHOO! Haahaha!!”
I had a mixture of mush and drool dripping down my chin now. But apparently the girls thought that was hilarious and made me look more babyish, so they didn’t bother to clean me up.
Finally, Katy deposited the last bit of pureed prunes into my mouth.
“All done!!” Gloria said, clapping her hands and using the accompanying hand signal they teach to toddlers.
“Not quite…” Mary said, going back into the kitchen and opening up the fridge. She came back brandishing a very large baby bottle full of milk.
“No…please…” I groaned. My stomach was full, but even if it had been empty I would have pleaded just the same. “I can’t drink milk” I whined. I shouldn’t have had to. Mary and I had been friends for years, she was aware of my lactose intolerance.
“I know,” she winked, “That’s what makes this a punishment!”
“Drinking baby formula is good for you!” Gloria said.
“Helps you grow up to be big and strong!” Christina agreed.
“Maybe this time you won’t grow up to be such an asshole!” Lisa suggested.
My protests were silenced as Mary brought the large nipple of the bottle to my lips, plugging my nose for good measure to make sure I suckled reluctantly.
“David added a little something special in there too.” Mary smirked.
Katy was curious. “What is it?”
Mary whispered something in her ear. Katy’s jaw dropped, but she quickly covered it with her hand. “Ewww!! Gross!! No way!!”
I didn’t know what they were talking about, but whatever it was, it couldn’t have been good. David never liked me from the first second he met me. I guess he was intimidated by my male presence….or he thought I was a douchebag.
“Drink up, baby!” Gloria cooed, tipping Mary’s hand up so that the milk flowed through the bottle faster.
The milk was disgusting. My body had been trained to avoid it after so many nights spent in the bathroom from consuming it. I tried to spit the nipple out, to come up for air, but the girls held me firm and stuffed the nipple right back in.
My stomach was full to bursting, but there was still half a bottle left.
“Please…” I begged around the bottle, milk dribbling down my cheeks. “I’ve had enough…”
“Awww! Don’t be such a baby!!” Lisa laughed, taking over for Mary.
“Amy would have loved to see this!” Holly said, “When is she coming?”
“She’s running late, but she’ll be here for dinner.”
“Good!”
“I’m sure he’ll be fattened up by then!!”
“Hahaha!”
They pulled the empty bottle from my lips.
“All done!!”
Aaron called from the kitchen. “Turkey’s carved! Dinner’s ready!!”
******
The entire group was gathered around the dinner table. Plates full to the brim with various casseroles, stuffing, and cranberry sauce to cleanse the pallet.
They held hands and bowed their heads to say grace, even though most of them weren’t religious. I just sat in the corner awkwardly squirming in my high chair.
The formula was already getting to me. I could feel the gas building in my guts. It was painful, but I didn’t want to let it out in front of everyone. Holding it in didn’t help the cramping feeling it caused though.
The door opened and shut shortly after. Everyone’s conversations stopped immediately.
Amy came in around the corner, looking morose. She looked like she lost some weight since I’d last seen her, which was only a couple weeks ago. Her eyes were a bit puffy like she’d been crying, but she put on a (fake?) smile when everyone dropped their utensils and stood up to give her a hug one by one. Amy’s smile was more genuine after that. She spared a short glance my way, and a slight smirk flashed across her lips before her eyes darted away.
“Go make you a plate!” Katy called, and the others nodded encouragingly with mouths full.
“Na, i’m not really hungry.” Amy shrugged.
“Nonsense! There’s plenty!” Aaron said between bites, “plus you gotta try the turkey and tell me how it is. It’s my first year frying it!”
Amy nodded amenably, walking right past me and into the kitchen. She came back shortly after with a meagerly filled plate.
She already had an empty seat waiting for her. Everyone went back to normal conversation before she sat down, trying to make it less awkward, even though there was tension in the air.
That tension soon evaporated a bit as drinks and jokes kept pouring. I, however, was still having a mess of a time squirming in my high chair. The cramps were becoming unbearable, and soon I couldn’t help but squeak out a fart to relieve some of the pressure.
“Goodness!” Gloria exclaimed, clapping a hand to her full mouth. “Someone’s got the poots!!”
The rest of the table laughed at the pathetic baby squirming in the corner. Then went back to talking like nothing happened.
It felt weird to be excluded from a group that I was so close to. I understood why they were doing it, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.
Kyle pushed himself away from the table, leaning back in his chair and patting his stomach.
“I’m so full!!” He said, “I can’t eat another bite!!”
Christina looked at Kyle’s plate, still about a quarter full with scraps of food.
“Give it to the baby.” She said simply, smirking. “He looks like he’s still hungry.”
The rest of the group smiled and clapped in agreement, knowing the exact opposite was true.
“That’s true…and we don’t want to waste it…”
“Yea…kids in Africa and such…”
Kyle shrugged as if the rest of the crowd convinced him. He got up with his plate and walked over to my high-chair, the rest of the group cheering him on and smiling intently. None smiled more so than Amy.
“You hungry, little guy?” Kyle asked patronizingly.
I shook my head “no”, pleading with my eyes. But they seemed to think that was even more hilarious.
“Awww…here you go…” Kyle said, ignoring me and scooping up a spoonful of mashed potatoes. He brought it close to my face. My lips quivered at the thought of another bite of food. But Kyle was giving me a determined look, and the rest of the onlookers certainly weren’t about to step in at my defense. They found the irony of the situation fitting.
I opened my mouth ever so slightly and Kyle took full advantage. Stuffing the spoonful of potatoes almost to the back of my throat. He turned the spoon, ensuring they plopped down on my tongue. At least they tasted good, much better than the bland, mushy peas and carrots. I slowly gulped it down. Hoping that by taking my time it would give my stomach a chance to make room.
But Kyle was quick to grab something else from his scraps.
The saltiness of the ham helped break up the monotony, and it was nice to finally get to chew something again.
Green bean casserole, which was usually my favorite, didn’t have the same appeal now that I was so uncomfortable.
The cranberry sauce helped cleanse my pallet, but it didn’t make swallowing the next few bites any easier.
Finally, Kyle had emptied his plate. Or, I guess, I had emptied Kyle’s plate. He patted me on the head and said “good job!” before going off to put his plate in the sink. Only to be replaced by Aaron, who was smiling with the remnants of his own.
“Try my turkey!” He said.
It was a grueling couple of bites. The turkey was flavorful, but I was full to the point of bursting. I just kept chewing and tried to will myself to swallow.
I needed to relieve the pressure in some way. Every part of my midsection was in pain. I only had one choice.
“Oh god!!” Holly exclaimed, covering her nose. “What’s that smell?!”
All eyes turned to me, the prime suspect.
“I think he just shit himself…” Aaron grimaced, turning up his nose.
I still wasn’t done expelling everything into the diaper. It actually did provide some relief, despite the disgusting feeling of sitting in my own filth.
The slight reprieve immediately backfired, though.
“Well…I’ve lost my appetite…” Mary scoffed.
“Me too.” Andy said.
“Me too.” Said the rest of them, pushing their chairs back and picking up what was left of their plates.
“Looks like we’ll have a lot more for the baby to dispose of!” Christina grinned.
******
“Please…no more…” I whimpered. Lisa was in the process of shoveling her last bit of sweet potatoes into my mouth. I tried to spit it out and add it to the absolute mess running down my chin and bib, but Lisa caught it all on her spoon and kept shoving it right back in until I swallowed successfully.
The line of people emptying their plates was finally done. I groaned pathetically, wishing I could pat my stomach or squeeze it into a different section of my body.
Except it wasn’t everyone. Amy was still at the table, looking glum. She finally stood up, bringing her own plate with her. She’d hardly eaten a bite from her meager helping.
Amy was the only one who didn’t smile when she approached my high chair.
She stared at me a long while, taking in the absolute mess of a baby I must have looked.
“Amy…please…” I begged, “I'm so sorry…I didn’t mean to…I—”
“Don’t!” She hissed, cutting me off like a knife. “You know exactly what you did!”
I clamped my eyes and mouth shut, looking down in shame. Amy and I hooked up a couple weeks ago. The sex was good, or it would have been, if it wasn’t for me. I had no excuse. I couldn’t get fully hard. Not because there was anything wrong with Amy, but more because of my own insecurities, and probably because I wasn’t straight as most men out there.
So when Michael asked about it the weekend after, I had to save face.
“Did ya’ll hook up?” Michael had asked over the phone.
“Yea…” i’d said, “well…i mean…kind of...”
“Kind of..?”
“Well, I couldn’t really get hard.” I’d shrugged, even though he couldn’t see me.
“Why not?”
I had no idea Lisa was there at the time. She probably wasn’t listening before that, but my next few sentences must have piqued her attention. She heard everything, and she told Amy everything.
Now Amy was standing right in front of me, looking more hurt than I'd ever seen her.
“You called me fat…” she said through trembling lips, “A pig, actually.”
I cringed at being confronted with my own treachery.
“After all the years we’ve been friends…” she said with a shaky voice, a single tear falling down her cheek. “…you know I’m self-conscious of my weight. You know how much it hurts me. But you said it anyway.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t find the words.
Amy must have took that as her queue to scoop something off her plate.
“I’ve known about your small dick…” she said as she brought the spoon to my mouth. I didn’t even protest, just reluctantly took the bite. “I never said anything to anyone. Never gave you any shit for it. Because I know how self-conscious you are about it…”
I tried to chew. I felt bloated and full, but another spoonful was coming.
“I’ve known about your diaper fetish…” she continued, her tears had dissolved her face from sadness to anger, “I never said anything. Even though I found it weird.”
It was my turn to cry now. I’m not sure if it was from the discomfort or the guilt.
“You think I'm a pig?” She asked hotly. “Look at yourself.”
She was right. I was a bulging mess of a human.
But she wasn’t done. “You said the reason I don’t have a boyfriend was because i’m too big…” she shook her head, as if trying to understand how a so-called ‘friend’ could say that. “You think no one wants to be with me because of my weight?? Well look at you! You’re a grown man sitting in a poopy diaper! How do you have any right to say I won’t find someone?!”
Again there was nothing I could say. She only spoke the truth. All the insecurities I felt about myself, I used as a weapon to deflect towards her.
She didn’t deserve it. Whereas, I deserved every single bite and remark I’d gotten today. I could think of only one thing I could say to make it better…
“More.”
Amy looked a bit taken aback. “What?”
“More.” I repeated. “Give me more food. More punishment. More guilt. Whatever I can do to show you how sorry I am, give me all of it. I have no excuse for what I said. I was wrong, and I need to show you that. So give me more. Do whatever you want to me, and I’ll take it on the chin…literally. It’s the least I could do.”
I was miserable, but I meant it.
Amy searched my face for a long while. She wasn’t crying, she didn’t even look angry anymore.
“Do you really think that will make me feel better?”
“No.” I said honestly, “but it’s a start. I don’t want to lose your friendship. So I'll do whatever I have to do to win it back.”
Another long silence. The rest of the group had left long before, giving us time to hash out our grievances.
“Okay.” She finally said.
“What?”
“I said ‘okay’.” She had a slight smirk to her face as she shrugged. “I don’t want to lose you either. But you’re definitely going to make it up to me.”
“How?” I grumbled.
She looked down to where my dirty diaper was beneath the tray, at her nearly finished plate, and then back up at me with a wicked grin.
“Oh…I'll find a couple ways…”
THE END
Happy Thanksgiving! I know it's mostly an American holiday, but I hope you found some enjoyment in this story. Thanks for reading!