Jessie weakly pushed and punched at Namine’s arm and chest. The white wolf smiled at the little rabbit held up to her hip with only one of her paws under his crinkling rump. She gave him a little bounce. “There there princess, no fussing. It isn’t my fault my little sleepy head slept so late, but I’ll get you lunch and everything will be okay.”
“I… I’m not a girl… I’m not your princess or sleepy head. I’m a man. You can’t do this to me!” Jessie tried his best to be assertive, but whatever powder she had slipped into his mouth seemed to be more than he could fight. He hated this and felt a fire inside, but he really did seem like a meek little baby girl who was fussing at her mommy. Realizing he’s not going to be able to pull off any semblance of toughness, the little bunny instead tried to plead with his captor. “Miss? Please let me go? I won’t tell anyone about this. You won’t get into trouble or anything. Just, please let me live my life.”
“But I am letting you live your life. Your life is that of my little baby girl now. I know it isn’t the future you had planned when you got on that train to move away from your old life, but it will be so much fun.” She gave him another little reassuring bounce as they entered the kitchen. Jessie’s eyes instantly went to the bright pink plastic monstrosity of a highchair with it’s princess motif. The very highchair the wolf strode over to and quickly had him strapped into with the tray being locked into place.
The rabbit fidgeted and wriggled, trying to get out but only looked on powerlessly as he heard the pop of a jars cap being twisted off. He looked up to see a jar the size of his head with a baby elephant on the label. The glass looked orange from the pureed carrot mush it contained. Sitting it on the table, Namine retrieved a big bib and held it up so that he could see the words ‘Mommy’s Little Princess’ in a flourished purple script under a little tiara before she had it secured around his neck.
“No no no!” Jessie shook his head in defiance, but Namine just chuckled.
“Princess, you’ll get your pretty clothes all dirty if you don’t stop all your silly fussing.” She chided the bunny as she brought a spoonful of the orange baby food towards his muzzle. Jessie tried to clamp his lips tight, but the wolf tutted and clamped his nose until he opened wide with a gasp. The big spoon got some of the orange goop on Jessie’s face as it entered his mouth. He gagged on the bland orange mush, the little bunny sputtering and grimacing as the spoon was refilled. It took three spoonfuls of this process before Jessie stopped fighting. If it was going to end up the same way then there was no sense in being out of breath from each bite.
By the time the jar was empty, Jessie’s stomach was protruding it was so full. The rumble of hunger was replaced with a new one that confirmed the poor rabbit’s suspicions of what had been pushed in his little hole. As he contemplated this, he could feel the pressure beginning to build. He was brought out of his thoughts of dread by the clicking of the tray being removed.
The wolf smiled down at him. “I’m going to clean that cute little face up and then you’re going to thank me for your nice lunch. If you don’t, then you can find yourself with a stinging bottom. And with that rumbly tummy I hear, I don’t think you’d like that very much.” Jessie squeaked at the threat of a spanking on top of everything else. As he had his face wiped clean with the bib he made the decision to at least play along this time. Maybe if he made her happy she wouldn’t make him do what he could feel coming.
“Thank you!” He squealed out.
“Thank you who? And what for princess?” Namine grinned at his sudden eagerness to be compliant. It was wonderful what the promise of a spanked tushy could achieve.
“Thank you… m-mommy?” He hated saying it. Hated her smug face even more, but if it could save him using the diaper, he would deal with it. “Thank you mommy for my lunch and cleaning my face.”
“Oh you’re so very welcome sweetheart. Now let’s get your bottle and go watch some TV.” And with that she had him unbuckled from the highchair and back on her hip. The pressure in his tummy was building as she prepared a bottle and carried him to the living room. Any words he tried to get out were drowned by shushing sounds until she was seated on the couch with him reclined in her lap. She put on some baby’s show and cradled him in her arms, preparing to feed him the bottle.
“Mommy?”
“Yes princess?”
“Can I use the bathroom please?”
“Which room, honey?”
“The… men’s” She shook her head and that word, making him sigh. “The little girl’s room?” He could feel his heart sink even saying it. It felt like the first step to accepting her view of him for himself.
“Oh baby, you’re wearing your potty. Silly girl.” She giggled and pushed the nipple into his mouth to silence his protest. As the milk flowed down his throat, he fought the best he could. By the time the bottle was half empty he lost the fight. His muscles were so weak he just let go and felt the warm mush push into the padded seat of his diaper and spread out. He lost it and began to sob. He couldn’t help but feel like a helpless baby girl in her mommy’s lap.
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