Posted by Chris Smith on March 25, 2001 at 18:29
In Reply to: High Chair Humiliation posted by Aunt Susan on February 08, 2001 at 08:26
I think highchair humiliation is the ultimate adult baby experience. First my babysitter gives me an enema or suppository. Then I'am thickly diapered followed by several tight fitting plastic nursery print pants.
I'am then led to my special chair that looks different from all the other chairs. I'am helped into the chair and then the straps are put in place. First the waist strap,then the crotch strap to keep me from sliding foward.
My babysitter then takes one arm at a time and slides them through the arm holes in my oversized plastic nursery print cobbler bib. She then expertly ties the bib around my neck. She then attaches my wrists with cuffs built into the arms of the highchair. Now baby she says will have his own table as she slides the highchair tray onto the arms and locks it in place.
She puts a pacifier in my mouth and ties a bonnet on my head leaving me looking and feeling as helpless as a baby. I begin to feel the need to go potty, but my babysitter just grins and tells me that is why I wear diapers. I can only squirm and suck on my pacifier as I try and hold back the inevitable.
I can see that she is preparing a sandwich for herself and a dish of assorted babyfood for me. She is just about to put the babydish and bottle on my tray when the doorbell rings.
Maybe just a salesperson I hope and then I hear giggles from what sounds like three or four women. There I'am in the middle of the kichen and unable to move. Perhaps they will leave in a moment and it will just be my babysitter and me.
I'am astonished to hear my babysitter say to come on in and join us for lunch. I didn't realize that I was drooling down my bib as I was listening so intently and trying to keep from pooping. My babysitter's friends surrounded me and began cooing and touching me like a baby. I felt ashamed but accepted at the same time.
My babysitter invited them to help in feeding me. I was spoon fed babyfood differently by each woman. One enjoyed watching me try and follow the spoon only to have me miss somewhat and babyfood dribbled down my chin onto my bib and into the plastic catch pocket. I was given the baby bottle between spoon feedings.
Midway through my feeding, my stomach began to rumble. I closed my mouth and looked up at the ceiling. Like a chrous, they all looked at me and said baby is about to go potty. As embarrassing as the moment, i had no choice and I just grabbed the arms of my highchair and grunted and strained like a two year old. My babysitter and her friends all complimented me and told me what a good baby I was and it was okay.
I now felt and smelled like the baby I had wanted to become for so long. My face and bib were covered with babyfood. I could feel and smell my the growing bulge in my bottom. I was truely a baby at that moment totally dependent on my babysitter and her friends.
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