wittlesissybaby
Diners, Drive-ins, and Diaps
Published: October 25th 2023, 3:00:10 pm
“Dry your tears, little one.” Karen said to her husband as she unsnapped the buckles of his oversized car seat. “You need to get used to these sorts of things. If you’re going to wear diapers 24/7, we’re gonna have to eat at a restaurant eventually.”
The binky dropped from Guy’s mouth and dangled on its string. His drool leaked down the shaft of the rubber penis pacifier and dribbled onto his shirt. “I just don’t understand why I have to wear all of this. Couldn’t I just have it underneath my normal clothes?”
“You mean your icky boy clothes? I don’t think so. You’re lucky I even let you wear them to work.” Karen scoffed, “Besides, I don’t think anyone that still wants to wear diapers gets to decide what else they get to wear.”
Guy opened his mouth to retort, but was quickly silenced by the 4 inch penis being shoved back into his mouth. He knew it was best to just stay quiet and suckle on it gratefully.
Karen fixed the ridiculous bonnet on his head before reaching her hands between his legs. “Are you wet?” she asked, groping his crotch roughly enough to cause a stirring within his cage.
Guy didn’t even have to reply, it was obvious by how saturated it was, even through the cotton of his onesie. It had a little ring of pink frills going around it, like a little skirt, but it did little to hide the bulging diaper beneath. He felt cold, even in the 90 degree heat, and was trembling as she yanked him out of the car. “Come on!” she said, “let’s go get some num nums!”
“But I’m not even hungry!!” Guy whined, indicating the bottle he’d been forced to empty on the drive over that was now rolling around the floorboard. It had tasted different than usual, but Karen had been putting all sorts of stuff into his ‘formula’ lately.
The sunlight hit the top of Porky’s Diner, casting a bright glare into Guy’s squinting eyes. Guy used to come here all the time. It was one of those “Breastaurants” like Hooters or Twin Peaks. He used to be a regular. But once he met Karen, he only went…sometimes. One time he brought her and three of the waitresses knew him by name. Guy hoped he hadn’t gotten in too much trouble because of that, but he only earned a sound spanking.
Karen was always very dominant, it was one of the things that attracted him to her. She got where she wanted wherever she went…even in the bedroom. So after several submissive episodes in the throws of passion, Guy disclosed his diaper fetish. Karen was averse at first, but quickly figured out it was an easy way to get practically anything she wanted out of him. She had Guy cleaning the house in nothing but a dorky diaper. Pleasing her orally any time she wanted. Even taking care of the bane of her existence: laundry. She found that the more she diapered him the more he became putty in her hands. Even more so when he disclosed the concept of chastity. Between the two, it became far too easy to control him. Eventually she suggested he stay in diapers 24/7. Guy was so flummoxed from finally getting his dreams of being pampered achieved—while simultaneously being deprived of full, orgasmic enjoyment—that he fully agreed to wear them at all times.
He didn’t really think it through.
“Please!” He begged as Karen dragged him by the hand through the parking lot, “please don’t make me go in there!!”
The grips of his booties squeaked grittily along the pavement. He could have used all of his weight to stop her, but it would only make matters worse. Instead, he tried to salvage a bit of dignity by just whimpering and whining and giving pitiful protests.
As they approached the door, Guy could see (to his horror) that the place was packed. Mostly creepy men coming in to gawk, and some wives that pretended to just enjoy the chicken wings. Luckily, this was not a kid-friendly restaurant.
Karen waited for Guy to open the door. She looked at it indicatively. Guy gave one last pitiful protest before begrudgingly grabbing the handle and swinging it open. It may have just been his imagination, but as soon as the threshold was cracked, Guy could feel almost every single pair of eyes land on him. The entire room seemed to quiet down for a second as everyone’s mouths hung open, followed by scattered whispers and mumbling. The dumbfounded look on the Hostess’ face is something Guy would never forget.
“Hi, table for two please,” Karen said in her chippy voice as if nothing were amiss.
It took a while for the Hostess to close her gaping mouth and snap out of shock. “I-uh, right away, oh…” she said, finally collecting herself and allowing rational thought to enter, “i’m sorry, there’s actually going to be a 15 minute wait.”
Karen puckered up her face like it was the most profound inconvenience she’d ever encountered. “Are you kidding me?” She said much louder than she needed to, “My baby here is starving!”
Guy knew that Karen would never behave like this. Despite what her stereotyped name suggested, Karen was usually very kind, sweet, and understanding towards wait staff. Working in a restaurant prior will do that to you. So it was obvious to perhaps only Guy that she was just putting on a show. But it must have been killing her inside to be so rude, but not nearly as much as it was making Guy want to crawl up his own ass and die.
The Hostess apologized profusely for the wait, (even though they all knew it wasn’t her fault) and soon Karen stormed off with Guy in tow.
She didn’t allow Guy to sit on one of the benches. Instead, she handed him a Barbie from her diaper bag and made him “play” with it on the floor in front of the other patrons.
It was painful how quiet it was, other than the hiss of whispers Guy knew were most likely regarding him. He shifted in his soggy diaper, but that only made his cheeks flush even further.
Guy was always patient when it came to waiting to be seated at a restaurant, but every minute in front of this circle of creepy men felt like an eternity.
“Ma’am?” The Hostess said, “we’re ready for you now!”
“Excellent!” Karen beamed as if nothing had happened before. She scooped up her big pink bag, took Guy by the hand, helped him to his feet, and followed the Hostess through the myriad of tables. She was able to ignore the stares and whispers, but Guy could feel every set of eyes boring into him. He put his paci back in his mouth, he decided it was better that way, rather than have a rubber dick swinging back and forth from his neck.
“Do you have a booster seat?” Karen asked when they reached the table, which just so happened to be in the center of the crowded room.
The Hostess looked bewildered again, but quickly shook it off this time and said “yes ma’am, right away.”
“And a kid’s menu! With crayons!” Karen called after her as she scurried away.
******
“Why is your bib dry?” Karen seethed, grabbing the ring of the paci and shoving it further into Guy’s mouth until he choked and sputtered, “you should be drooling all over yourself with that penis in your mouth! It should be dribbling down your chin! You need to practice! I’ll be damned if my husband gives a dry blowjob!”
Guy whimpered in his seat. The seat that was propping him up higher for everyone to see him like he was on display on a podium. Being an adult restaurant, they didn’t have a booster seat per se, instead, it was more like a highchair. He tried to force his mouth to salivate more so Karen would stop berating him, but she kept finding different ways to do so.
“Sit up straight!” She barked, “I know your diaper is absolutely soaked, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have proper postur—“
“Hi!” A beautiful woman said in an obviously embellished, chirpy voice, “My name is Lorie, and I’m gonna be your server for today! Can I get you all started with any drinks?”
Lorie’s breasts were poking prominently through her tight-fitting shirt, it was making Guy poke prominently into something too. He clinched his legs together and wriggled in his seat. Lorie was obviously doing her best to keep a straight face, but her stoic expression cracked at the sound of Guy’s crinkling diaper.
“She’ll have apple juice,” Karen said, intentionally using the wrong pronouns for Guy, “and I’ll just have a water.”
“Okay!” Lorie exclaimed, snapping her gaze away from Guy, “I’ll uh…I’ll be right back!”
Karen smiled triumphantly, everything was going swimmingly. She peered over her menu at her husband, whose face was a deep purple beneath that ridiculous bonnet.
“Finish your picture, dear!” she said, tapping the page in front of him.
Guy hadn’t made much progress at all. It was hard with two monstrous mittens covering both of your hands. He sighed and made another attempt to grab a crayon by using one ‘hand’ to roll it down the table, and using the other to pinch it between his mini pillows-for-hands. It worked this time–the yellow and blue had already ended up on the floor–but the green was oriented the wrong way. Rather than attempting to turn it around so the pointy end was facing down, Guy just made due, using both of his restricted hands to make meager marks on the otherwise black and white outline of Elsa. Apparently, one of the waitresses has a daughter at home, but, being a Mom, she always had ‘entertainment’ handy.
The crayon didn’t last long though, Guy was only able to make a mark or two before it snapped in half, making it even harder for him to get a grip. Karen couldn’t help but laugh at his adorable frustration.
“Here you go!” Lorie said over their shoulder, returning with the drinks. She placed the glass of water next to Karen. Guy couldn’t help but notice she made sure to put it on the opposite side of the table so it would be out of his reach, as if she were worried he would knock it over or try to steal it if it was near him.
Instead, she sat a little plastic cup in front of him. The ones with the accordion-looking bendy straws with a red lid. Guy couldn’t help but feel like the most infantile thing in the world.
“Oh that certainly won’t do!” Karen chided, snatching the ridiculous cup away. Guy breathed a hefty sigh of relief for at least getting a reprieve from all this regressive nonsense and having a small victory of using an ‘adult’ cup.
But Karen didn’t say anything to Lorie, instead she shuffled through the big pink diaper bag until she found what she was looking for. Guy’s heart sank as she brandished the pink princess sippy cup.
“This will be much more appropriate!” she grinned, unscrewing the lids and transferring the amber liquid. Guy couldn’t help but be reminded of the amber liquid she made him drink a few days prior.
“Here you go sweetie!” Karen cooed, setting the sippy cup down in front of him. “Drink up!”
Lorie made a concerted effort to stifle her laughter this time. Apparently the initial taboo of the situation was wearing off, and she was starting to enjoy being a part of Guy’s humiliation.
“Are we ready to order?”
“Oh! My…yes!” Karen said, glancing back at her menu, “I’ll have the ribeye steak! I hear it’s just delightful! And as far as the baby goes…do you have any gluten free options on the kid’s menu? He doesn’t have Celiac’s disease or anything, he just makes really runny poops in his diapers when he has wheat!”
This wasn’t true at all. Guy didn’t have a gluten sensitivity. Karen just wanted to find a way to weave in the fact that he makes ‘poopy diapers’ into the ‘conversation’.
Lorie still looked perplexed. “Uh…we don’t really have a kid’s menu but ummm…yea! We have some gluten free op-–”
“Oh that’s too bad then…” Karen said, cutting her off. “I guess he’ll just have to eat some of the baby food I brought from home!”
It took Lorie a second to catch her drift, but when she did, she sniggered and took the menu from Karen. “I’ll have your food right out, ma’am.” she said, then gave Guy a patronizing pinch on the cheek as Karen started stacking the jars of pureed prunes and peas onto the table. “Enjoy your lunch, wittle guy!”
******
“Awww!! You missed again!! Silly baby!” Karen exclaimed way louder than she needed to.
Another spoonful of slop hit Guy’s cheek from her intentional miss of his mouth. It slithered down the sides of his face and added to the colorful mess of mush on his bib.
“Hmm, I guess the airpwane missed the runway!” she teased, loading up another hefty load of yams onto the baby spoon, “Maybe the choo choo train can stay on the tracks!”
She made exaggerated train noises as she “chugged” the spoon around and around. Guy followed it with his eyes, trying to catch it in his mouth this time so that less ended up on his…everything. It made him feel more infantile to have an absolute mess all over him. She pulled it back just as he lunged for it. Again and again, making him whimper in frustration. Finally, she held it steady right in front of him. When he made a quick jab at it, she lifted it up just enough for it to smush against his nose.
“Awww!! There there!!” She cooed. But instead of using his bib to mop it up, she grabbed the pecker paci dangling next to it. She used the tip of the rubber penis to scoop up an amalgamation of goop that accumulated on the plastic front of his bib, and brought the mushy substance to his mouth.
This time she didn’t pull back. She let him lean forward and wrap his lips around the penis and suck it off. She continued shoveling the baby food up with the mini dildo.
“How’s it going over here?” Lorie asked, popping in. She had a shit eating grin on her face at the sight of Guy in all his gerber glory. The rest of the patrons had grown bored with the display. They’d gotten the videos they needed for TikTok or some other platform to post his shame for the world to see.
“We’re doing great!” Karen giggled, bringing another scoop of mush to his mouth, working it in and out so it looked like he was giving a little blowjob right in front of the cute waitress.
“Hahaha! Wow! Look at the little boy go!” Lorie laughed, “Umm…how was your steak?”
“Oh, it was delightful!” Karen mused. She spent the entirety of her meal teasing Guy with the perfectly seared, medium-rare morsels. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a steak, it was his favorite food by far. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he got to actually chew food.
“Excellent! Would you like me to bring the–”
Toot!
Lorie and Karen exchanged glances as Guy’s face was swallowed with shame. The fart was loud enough to startle the table next to them. He gripped the side of his ‘booster seat’ as much as the mittens would allow, feeling a low rumble coming from his bowels.
Guy knew there was something in that bottle. Of course she would lace it with laxatives. Of course she would set it up so that he would have the utmost humiliation in front of everyone. Because the diapers and bonnets couldn’t possibly be enough!
“Something wrong?” Karen smiled knowingly, leaning forward on the table, resting her chin on her hand.
Guy was sweating, trembling, clenching his legs, squirming in his chair, doing anything he could to try to hold it in.
“Just let it go,” Karen said encouragingly. “No sense in fighting it. We’re not leaving until it happens anyway.”
Guy knew it to be true, she had this planned all along, but that didn’t stop him from straining with everything he had. Through his squinting and straining, he could see Lorie looking on with a mixture of confusion and intrigue.
Karen placed a hand on his back, rubbing it and cooing him softly. “It’s okay dear, just relax, fill your diaper like you’ve done so many times already!” She emphasized the last bits to make sure Lorie understood this was a very regular occurance.
Guy suckled on his paci, mmmphing and breathing heavily through his nose. But it was no use. He knew it was coming, the cramps were too intense. He would feel better when it was all over.
Leaning forward and lifting himself ever so slightly off the chair, Guy proceeded to blow it all out and into his diaper. It was louder and more violent than usual. His whimpers from before had already garnered quite a few stares, but there wasn’t an eye looking elsewhere now. It took a few more poots and pushes to empty it all out, but by then Guy’s face was purple with strain and humiliation.
Karen and Lorie both grinned gleefully.
Guy put his weight back down on his seat, cringing as the warm sludge spread to all of his lower bits. The shame of what he did was overwhelming.
“What happened?” Karen asked, giving him no reprieve, feigning ignorance. “Tell Mommy, dear.”
“I…went poo poo…” Guy grumbled, avoiding the gazes from all directions.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t quite hear you.” Karen smirked mischievously.
Guy gave a hefty sigh, letting the paci drop from his mouth.
“I went poo poo.” He repeated, louder this time.
Karen leaned forward as if she still couldn’t hear, “went poo poo where, sweetie?”
It took everything Guy had to not huff and puff and break for the door in frustration, but he knew that would only make things much worse. He bit back his grimace, then said as clearly and loudly as he could.
“I went poo poo in my diaper Mommy!”
Karen sat back, satisfied. “Well would you like to be–
Boom!
The door to the kitchen swung open. A line of beautiful, big breasted girls came out grinning from ear to ear. One of them was carrying a little birthday cake with a fizzling candle on top.
“HEYYY WE HEARD SOMEONE HAS A BIRTHDAY IN HERE!!” one of the gorgeous waitresses called.
Guy breathed a hefty sigh of relief that his birthday wasn’t until May, but the girls seemed to be marching right over to him.
“Congrats, baby!” Karen sneered. “One whole year in diapers!!”
Guy wanted to melt into himself as the gorgeous girls surrounded him. He could see some of them wrinkle their nose when the putrid smell hit them, but they recovered and tried to maintain a fake, demeaning smile.
“Come here, little one.” Lorie said, taking his mittened hand.
Oh no. They were gonna make him stand up!
With the mushy mess all over his face and bib, and inside his diaper, he practically cried as the girls led him to an open area.
“Hey everyone! Say hello to baby Gabby!!” Lorie called for the whole restaurant to hear. They all would have turned to look–if they weren’t looking already. “Gabby here has just spent her first year back in diapers! And she wants everyone to know about it!”
There were hoots, hollers, jeers, and even boos from the crowd of creepy men. Some found it hilarious, others found it repulsive.
“So we’re gonna do this just like we do the others! When we start singing, Gabby has to start dancing! If Gabby stops, we stop, and start over!”
“And we’re here until 1am” one of the waitresses said, “So we got all night!!”
Guy doubted they wanted to do this at all, but wait staff was always great about faking birthday celebrations.
“Heere we gooo!!” Lorie said clapping her hands in a steady rhythm.
“Ohhhhh!!! Go Gabby! It’s your birthday! You gon’ party like it’s your birthday! You gon’ sip a bottle like it’s your birthday!” The girls laughed genuinely at that, obviously they decided to switch up the lyrics a bit. But Guy had to focus on swishing his huggie’d hips back and forth so that the ordeal didn’t start over.
“You gon’ poop your diapers like it’s your birthday!” more raucous laughter. “And we know you’re not gonna fuck like it’s your birthday!”
They bent at the waist, shaking their boobs back and forth in his face, then raised their arms like a group of cheerleaders and shouted “Happy BIRTHDAY!!”
Even after the song, the shame wasn’t over. Some of the girls gave him a pinch on the cheek or a boop on his goopy nose. Others wanted to take selfies with him. Afterall, it wasn’t the type of creepy customer they get to see every day.
The girls were ‘kind’ enough to walk him back to the table. Guy didn’t think he’d ever seen a bigger smile on Karen’s face.
“Still want that change?”
“Yes Mommy!” Guy said without hesitation, he didn’t want to have to go through another round of repeating himself.
Karen slung the diaper bag over her shoulder, reaching her other hand out to take his. “Come along then, sweetheart!”
******
As they sashayed through the crowded tables, Guy cringed when the patrons clamped their hands over their noses in a domino-like succession. He whimpered apologetically through his penis pacifier, but it only came off as even more pathetic.
Finally, they moved from carpet to tile and stood before the splitting hallway. Karen stopped for a second, pretending to contemplate which of the two doors she would choose. But Guy already knew: they were heading for the women’s restroom. She gripped his hand again and yanked him forward. Guy gave the most meager of protests. He didn’t want to go to the ladies room, but he definitely wanted out of this diaper.
The door gave a dull thud as it was pushed open. Two women washing their hands looked wide-eyed when they saw what walked in. They hurriedly scurried out, unable to contain their laughter for long.
Karen gave a quick sweep of the place, like she was a hotel guest inspecting the room for cleanliness and the appropriate amount of towels.
“They don’t even have a changing table in here!” she scoffed.
“There’s one right there!” Guy exclaimed, pointing to the Koala Changing Station on the wall.
“That won’t hold you.” she said simply. She was right, but Guy could see her fake outrage coming on.
“Well…what about on the floor?” Guy suggested.
“Absolutely not!” she snapped, “This place is disgusting, and I will not be changing you on a bathroom floor!”
Guy shook his head in bewilderment. This was one of the cleanest public restrooms he’d ever encountered, and Karen seemed to have no problem changing his diapers on the floor of a Target restroom last week.
But she had that look, that seething look, the one where he could see the rage building. Whether it was real or fabricated, it couldn’t be good. He’d seen that look in his own mother before she went off on a retail employee. She was likely to embarrass him. She started stomping towards the door.
“No, Mommy! Wait!” He said, his voice so small, “i’ll change myself! I’ll wait ‘til we get home! I’ll—“
But before he could say any more, she grabbed him by the hand and yanked him out of the bathroom.
“I NEED TO SPEAK TO A MANAGER!” Karen hollered louder than could ever possibly be necessary.
The restaurant quieted, turning to see Guy still in his ridiculous apparel, holding the hand of his wife who was having a meltdown.
Karen was storming around the cashier stations where a host of waitresses and staff were gathered, trying to do their business.
“EXCUSE ME!” Karen shouted to no one in particular. “I said I would like to speak to a manager!!”
Lorie didn’t have to go far to grab one of the supervisor’s attention. She gave a few hushed whispers to the man in the suit. He screwed up his face, gave a curt nod, then stepped forward.
“Hello, ma’am,” the manager tried to say in a soft, deescalating voice, “what seems to be the problem?”
Guy noticed the man’s eyes trying to avoid his own, but glancing back and forth at his outfit unsuccessfully.
“I’ll tell you what the problem is!” Karen said, keeping her voice loud and grating so as to garner as much attention as possible, “my husband here needs his DIAPER changed, and your establishment does not provide the proper means with which to do so!”
The manager looked visibly uncomfortable. It was probably the first time that he–or really, anyone–ever had to deal with such a complaint.
“I…I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m not sure what you’re referring to. What exactly do you and your–” He looked at Guy and his ridiculous pink outfit, clearing his throat “erm..husband need?”
Karen scoffed as if it was entirely too obvious. “I’ll have you know, that all public restaurants require accessible changing stations with a weight limit of at least 250lbs. It’s a law from the…Constitution! It is important for the disabled, and those with medical needs to have a way of changing their diapers without having to lay down on the floor like animals!”
“I understand your concern, ma’am,” the manager said, “But unfortunately we do not have those installed at this time.”
“Then you need to get them installed!” Karen seethed.
Guy would probably rather have died than to endure the utterly embarrassing back and forth between his wife and the manager while dozens of people looked on.
“What exactly am I supposed to do with this?!” she said just as she unsnapped the buttons of Guy’s onesie, making the elastic shoot up and expose his very wet, very dirty diaper.
There were audible gasps from the crowd. Guy’s legs were shaking. He wanted to cry. Wanted to run. But all he could do was stand there pathetically, trembling.
“My husband can not help that he is a loser and likes to wear diapers! He can’t keep himself from peeing and pooping in his pampers no matter how hard he tries! Do you know how many diapers I have to change a day? Five! At least! So I don’t think it’s too much to ask that we have adequate facilities to handle such mishaps.” Karen called curtly.
“I…you’re right ma’am.” The manager said, trying to do damage control, “perhaps we can provide you with other means of–”
“Ma’am?” A female voice said. It was Lorie, smiling sweetly. “You can use the employee restroom! It’s much cleaner, and we can lay some towels down for him!”
Karen’s sour face immediately dissolved into a cold sneer. “Oh that would be lovely!”
“I’ll show you the way!” Lorie said, “and…if it’s not too much trouble, I’m going on my break soon so…can I help?”
Karen was so surprised she wasn’t even able to say anything before the other girls chimed in: “us too!”
******
“Awww!!! Wook!! It’s in a wittle cage!!”
“It’s so tiny!!”
“And is it…leaking??”
The girls all laughed hysterically. They were circled around him on the floor with Karen and Lorie between his legs. Their voluptuous breasts pressed together as the leaned over him and peered down with genuine interest and glee.
“It does that almost constantly,” Karen explained as she wiped away the last remnants of the dirty mess, “it’s one of the many reasons he needs diapers.”
She pulled the diaper out from beneath him, rolling it up and setting it to the side. Lotie was kind enough to pull a fresh diaper out of the bag for her.
“Where do you even get ones this big?” She asked incredulously.
“Oh they have lots of stores now,” Karen said, taking the diaper gratefully. “It’s becoming quite popular. Lots of wives are diapering their husbands these days…”
“I don’t think i’d want to see Marcus in a diaper…” one of them commented.
“No, but I sure would like to see one of the creeps there wear one! Maybe we make it part of the birthday song! We already have the lyrics!”
“Lift up!” Karen told Guy after the laughter had died down.
Guy whimpered a bit as he raised his hips, not happy to have the attention back on him.
“Awww!! Baby wants his winky binky!!” One of the girls cooed, picking up the penis pacifier and putting it back in his mouth.
They were becoming more comfortable with him, fixing his bonnet, tickling his sides, and teasing him until he squirmed.
“Wanna see a little trick?” Karen asked.
“We have to get back to work soon!”
“Oh don’t worry, it won’t take long.”
Guy could tell just by the look on her face what she had planned. “No, Mommy…please!” He pleaded around his paci.
“What?” Karen asked, “you don’t wanna make a goo goo?”
Guy gulped.
“A…goo goo?” One of the girls repeated, confused.
Karen grinned wickedly. She brought a finger down to the gap between the bars of his metal chastity cage. His purple, straining head was slick with precum. She used the tip of her finger to gently swirl tiny circles around his throbbing pee hole.
“Oh my god!” One of them said, though Guy couldn’t see because his eyes were rolling back in his head. “She’s fingering it like a clit!!”
“That’s why we call it his ‘wittle clitty’!” Karen giggled, and they all laughed raucously.
Guy tried to block it out. He tried to enjoy one of the few times Karen paid attention to his penis. His clitty. She only seemed to do it when there was a crowd of girls like her friends in order to embarrass him.
Oh no. He thought. Not yet! Nooo!!
But it was too late. After just a few seconds Guy was convulsing. Mewling. Whimpering into his penis paci.
Karen pulled her finger off. Not even giving him the satisfaction of stimulation throughout his orgasm. She ruined him. Clearing the view so that all the girls could see him spurt his pathetic load through the bars of the metal prison. He felt the warmth of the baby batter on his balls. He knew the rest landed in the diaper.
“AWWW!!!” The girls all cooed simultaneously before cackling like hyenas.
Guy couldn’t imagine how crimson his face must have been. He was overwhelmed with shame. All these beautiful, big-breasted girls just watched a pitiful man-baby spew his loser load all over himself from getting fingered like a female.
“Guess that’s what she meant by ‘goo goo’!”
“Awww goo goo ga ga, wittle baby!”
“Pathetic!”
“Ridiculous!”
“I’ve never seen anything like that!”
“What a loser!”
Karen didn’t even object. She reveled in the fact that they were humiliating him. She knew he loved it, just maybe not right now when his libido was drained.
“I’ve gotta get back to work.” One of them said, and the rest concurred. “There should be another pop soon.”
“Not a ‘pop’ like that I hope!”
“Oh god, even the creeps here probably aren’t that pathetic.”
“Enjoy your gooey diaper loser!!”
And with that, they exited out the door. Except Lorie, who stayed behind smiled.
“Well this is…certainly the most entertaining shift I’ve ever had.” she said.
“Thank you so much for your patience and all your help.” Karen said, powdering Guy’s still leaking cage. “You can expect a wonderful tip!”
“I really appreciate it.” Lorie said, “thanks for the entertainment!”
******
After it was all said and done, Guy still hadn’t eaten his cage. The girls came by on their way back from taking orders to ridicule him some more as he shoveled the cake and frosting into his mouth as best he could with mittened hands.
“Sorry to see you go!” Lorie said, handing Karen the check. “Was everything okay!”
“Better than okay!” Karen said, “I think baby Gabby really enjoyed herself!”
“Well please do not hesitate to come back!” Lorie said, “He used to come in here all the time, I’m sure he never wants to show his face around here again. I hope you make him do otherwise.”
“I certainly will.” Karen said with a wink to Guy. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to pull off my namesake one last time.”
Lorie nodded understandingly as Karen grabbed Guy’s hand.
“WELL I GUESS ALL THIS WAS TOO MUCH FOR MY BABY TO HANDLE!” Karen shouted, drawing attention to herself again. Lorie smiled and took it with a fake look of reproach, playing her part perfectly as Karen pretended to berate her. She secretly knew that other patrons were more likely to tip well if they saw someone dealing with a difficult customer.
Karen grabbed Guy by the hand again, “I guess we are not welcome in this establishment!” she scoffed, pulling him along, but not before calling over her shoulder, “and we will NOT be coming back!”
She gave Lorie a wink and a smirk as she dragged Guy through the restaurant towards the front door. Lorie returned the wink with an even bigger smile, she even waved goodbye.
“Was that really necessary?” Guy asked when they stepped back into the bright, sunlit day.
“Of course it wasn’t necessary,” Karen shrugged, then laughed “but it was fun!”
The End