Denise was beaming. She knew Janice was being humiliated.
“That’s great. I have all her changing needs here in my bag”.Said Denise as she lifted the large diaper bag.
Janice started crying,
“Nooooo!”she did not to be diapered changed especially in form of Lauren.
Denise ignored Janice’s pleas and sitting her up, removed her romper suit.
Next, she pulled off the tee shirt.
Laying her down on the diaper pad, Denise pulled the plastic pants down her legs and unpinned the diapers.
With a yank, she pulled the cloth diapers off and put them into a plastic bag along with the damp plastic pants.
Janice tried to cover herself with her hands.
She turned red from embarrassment, being in front of Lauren.
Lauren watched as Denise rubbed diaperine and baby lotion into Janice, then turned her onto her stomach and did the same to her behind.
This was followed by a heavy coating of baby powder.
Using 4 thick cloth diapers, she was amazed at how docile Janice was as she was pinned into them with the plastic pants covering them.
Removing from the diaper bag, Denise withdrew a nipple baby bottle of formula and handed it to Lauren.
Lauren took Janice to the sofa and sat her on her lap.
Sitting the baby-woman close to her, Lauren stuck the bottle into Janices mouth.
What else could Denise do to me? thought Janice.
This was the worst thing that could happened to me.
Being bottle-fed by that bitch, Lauren!
Lauren held the bottle on an angle, making the formula flow faster.
Janice found herself sucking and swallowing the horrible-tasting baby formula quickly.
Twin trail of formula dribbled from the corners of her mouth, which Lauren motherly wiped away.
Janice was bloated by the time Lauren finished feeding her.
Taking a cloth diaper and laying on her shoulder, Lauren laid Janice’s head over her shoulder holding it down wither hand.
With her other hand, she began patting Janice’s back hard.
Janice knew the routine all too well.
It was done to her at the hotel and Denise did it to her as well.
She was being burped.
She was in no position to complain.
She would let the patting do its thing to her body, the reaction would be a burp.
Occasionally, the burp would generate bubbles, just like a baby does.
Janice was starting to respond like a baby if she wanted to or not.
After a few minutes of patting her back, Janice opened her mouth a let out a loud Burp!
Not only did she burp, but spit up a little of the formula too.
Then it was time to go.
Lauren helped Denise strap Janice into the stroller and secured the tray.
Tickling Janice under her chin, Lauren cooed,
“You’re such a cute widdle baby. Now you come back and see Auntie Lauren real soon, OK”.
Denise promised that they would and they started back home.
“It’s time for dinner. And right afterward, you being out to bed”. Denise in an authoritative voice.
“You were very naughty today and must be punished”.
Janice’s face scrunched up ready to cry.
“Why? Me say me sow-wee. Me no wanta go sleep”.
“That will make sure you behave”. Stated Denise.
They got home and John was just putting dinner on the table.
They ate in the dining room.
Seated between John and Denise was the high chair which John sat his infantile wife into.
After tying a large plastic bib on her, John started feeding her with a tiny baby spoon.
Smiling, John cooed to Janice laughing,
“This is a switch, me feeding you baby food instead of the other way around”.
Janice gazed down at what she was eating.
She recognized all of the baby food John was feeding her.
There was a large amount of strained chicken, strained string beans, mashed potatoes, and a large heaping of strained prunes.
Plus there were 2 large baby bottles of Similac baby formula.
John would shove a heaping amount of chicken on the spoon into Janice’s mouth, followed b a heaping spoonful of strained string beans, followed by the nipple of a bottle.
When he tried to feed her the prunes, Janice would not open her mouth.
He and Denise tried
“Here Comes The Choo-Choo”
or
“Here Comes The Plane”
but Janice would not open her mouth.
Finally, John tried his last resort, he pinched her nose.
When she opened her mouth to breathe, he shoved the spoonful of prunes in, quickly shutting her mouth shut and holding it.
John tilted her head up, forcing the prunes to be swallowed.
Janice gagged on it.
Pointing his finger in her face, he said in a very commanding voice,
“If you don’t want that to happen again, you will open your mouth when Daddy feeds you”.
Lowering her head, Janice began to sob.
She did not want to eat the nasty tasting prunes, but she did not want to go through that ordeal again.
Janice decided that she would do as John asked or actually commanded.
Janice slowly ate all of the strained prunes, much to her horror.
She practically gagged on each spoonful that John fed her.
She would rather eat what John and Denise were eating, but she reached for a chicken leg, Denise slapped her hand away.
“Babies like you are to young to eat grown-up food. That’s why Daddy’s feeding you strained baby food”. She laughed.