Trapped in the highchair

Charlotte pulled Alexa into the highchair and locked the tray. Alexa squirmed and squirming as Charlotte left for a moment and came back with multiple baby bottles, baby food, and more gray mush. Alexa tried to protest, but before she could Charlotte shoved a baby bottle in her mouth. It was apple juice. But it tasted a little off. And then another bottle came, more apple juice. Then Charlotte took a spoon of gray mush and shoved it into Alexa’s mouth, and then put another bottle of apple juice in her mouth.

It was a continuous cycle from there. There wasn’t a single moment when Alexa didn’t have something in her mouth. Alexa felt bloated, her bladder full, her stomach hurting as it gurgled. She felt like she was going to explode. But somehow she managed to hold it in until the last spoon of baby food entered her mouth.

“Alright,” Charlotte said. “Now you’re ready.”

Charlotte pulled Alexa out of the highchair. Alexa felt like a balloon as Charlotte then said. “Get on your knees. I want your bottom pointed high.”

Alexa whimpered as she obeyed, as soon as she had her butt in the air, she felt her balloon pop and she started to pee, and as she started to pee, she started to do other things too. Her butt cheeks spread wide open, not letting anything remain in her body as she filled her diaper.

“Phew,” Charlotte said. “You really had to go, Lexi. Why didn’t you tell me you needed to go potty?”

Alexa shook her head and whimpered. “C-charlie,” Alexa sniffled.

“Now,” Charlotte said. “You’ll call me Auntie Charlie from now on or you can call me mommy if you’d like.”

“A-auntie Charlie,” Alexa sniffled. “P-please. Please change my diapey.”

“You certainly did a number on it,” Charlotte said. “Crawl to the nursery.”

Alexa whimpered as she crawled on her hands and knees back to the nursery in a full diaper.