The Picnic Baby Chapters 9 and 10

CHAPTER 9

“Oh, come on Dylan I only did it for a laugh.” Melony said. 

“Why, would you bring that here?” Dylan said unamused pulling Melony aside. 

“Because it’s funny, I wanted to make a good impression and thought I should lighten the mood about what happened earlier at the park.” 

Dylan had a look on his face that showed he was clearly not impressed and he felt like running out the door that very moment. Melony noticed his head turning toward the door.

“I’m sorry it had to be at your expense but unless you want to take a taxi home and have no problem spending the week sleeping on the couch, don’t you even think about leaving. Just come on and say hello to everyone, you have to learn to take these things less seriously.” 

Melony guided Dylan into the dining room where Elaine, her husband and his mother were sitting down at the dinner table chatting away. 

“Dylan, Melony this is my husband Dom.” Elaine said introducing them. 

Dom got up and walked over to them, he was at least a foot taller than Dylan was. He made an effort to greet Melony first giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek. He then shook Dylan’s hand with a much stronger grip then his own much more limp shake that he offered in return. Elaine invited Melony to sit next to her, Dom sat at the head of the table so the only available seat was next to Cheryl. She smiled at him and pulled out his chair patting it expectantly. Dylan cleared his throat and smiled back awkwardly, he took the offered seat and Cheryl pulled him into a big hug and kiss. She took the opportunity to pull open the back of Dylan’s jeans. 

“I see you decided against wearing your diaper, do you think that’s wise? Or did you already wet the one I put you in earlier.” 

All three women started laughing, Dylan quickly pulled away from his mother and his face grew as red as a tomato. Dom only chuckled before speaking up.

“Don’t worry champ, there’s no judgement from me, I heard you’ve had a rough day so I’ll try to make the ladies go easier on you.”

While he appeared to be compassionate, his words couldn’t help but come off as patronizing for poor Dylan. Why did he have to refer to him as champ, at most there would only have been several years’ age difference between them. It was also humiliating that he knew in the first place, obviously Elaine had wasted no time in filling him in with the events that had transpired earlier at the park. When Dylan didn’t speak up or defend himself Elaine announced it was time to dig in. It was a very generous spread of food on the table to choose from. Dylan started to help himself to some cold cuts and potatoes. Cheryl noticed the lack of vegetables on Dylan’s plate, without getting his permission she heaped a bunch onto his plate. Dylan inwardly groaned and just stirred them up with the gravy before taking a mouthful. The dinner continued normally until Dylan was about to eat a forkful of potato when he felt his mother nudge his arm, causing him to drop the fork and send the potato covered in gravy to splatter on the carpet beneath them.

“Dylan! You’re so clumsy that will leave a stain.” Cheryl said berating him.

Elaine hurried off to the kitchen while Cheryl recovered the food with a napkin. Elaine came back with some stain removal and made quick work of the mess before it could ruin the carpet. 

Dylan sat at the table awkwardly unsure of what assistance to offer. He mumbled his apologies to Elaine who didn’t seem bothered by what happened.

“It’s ok, it isn’t the first time I’ve had to rush and clean the carpet after a little boy has dropped food on it.” 

Unbeknownst to Dylan, while Elaine had been cleaning the mess Cheryl had gone into the other room and come back with something from her bag.

“Dylan, I think it would be best if you wore this and let me feed you. We don’t want you ruining Elaine and Doms lovely carpet.” 

Dylan turned and saw his mother carrying a bib similar to the one he had been forced to wear at the park.

“Mum, can you please stop; it wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t bump my arm.” Dylan said clearly flustered.

“I think its best you listen to your mother Dylan; I would rather not risk having stains on the carpet. When the boys spill food we normally threaten them with no dessert so they be more careful.” 

Even though Dom had worded it like a suggestion his tone made it clear it was a demand. Dylan didn’t want to risk pissing off him or Elaine lest he be exiled to the couch at home. It’s just one evening and then we never have to see them again, he thought to himself. Reluctantly he allowed Cheryl too pull the bib around his neck. She wasted no time heaping some greens onto his fork and shovelling it into his mouth. During the feeding he made eye contact with Melony who smiled sweetly at him. Her expression gave no indication of what she thought about the sight of her boyfriend being fed his meal for the second time that day. He felt more humiliated by the fact that she acted like this was a normal everyday occurrence and he suddenly wished she would say something even if it was just to tease him.  

The rest of the meal was uneventful, everyone waited for Dylan to finish being fed before Melony and Cheryl offered to help Elaine clear the table leaving just Dylan and Dom alone in the dining room. 

“You really have to stop letting them treat you that way, otherwise who knows how far they will take it.” 

Dylan just nodded awkwardly and stared off toward the opposite side of the room that Dom was seated. Thankfully the ladies returned shortly after loading everything into the dishwasher. Elaine was carrying the bottle of wine along with some fancy looking champagne glasses.

“Alright, let’s bring the party to the living room, were having wine Dylan, if you like I’m sure Dom won’t mind sharing one of his beers with you.” 

Dylan wasn’t sure what to say luckily he didn’t have to say anything Melony answered for him.

“Dylan doesn’t actually drink alcohol, he’ll be fine with soft drink or juice if you have that.” 

“We have some cola in the fridge actually that we give to the boys on special occasions.” Elaine responded. 

“I’ll go grab it for him you lot can go get settled in the living room.” Cheryl said heading back toward the kitchen. 

Dylan followed everyone out into a very luxurious looking living room. Leather sofas, a fire place and a large flat screen TV occupied most of the space. Between the sofas was a glass coffee table which they all seated around. Melony and Elaine took sat on the three seater in the middle Dylan sat opposite Dom in a single armrest chair. Dylan was disappointed that it looked like Elaine wasn’t planning on using the TV so he would have nothing to distract himself to avoid being part of the conversation they were about to have. He stared blankly as he scanned the room looking at the various photographs adorning the mantelpiece and along the walls. He chuckling from everyone and turned to see his mother standing in front of him. 

“Here’s your cola Dylan, I think you’ll find what I’ve put it in rather fitting considering what happened during dinner.” 

To his dismay she was holding the same bottle she used to feed him earlier at the park. 

CHAPTER 10

“Why did you even bring this stuff with you?” Dylan asked referring to both the bottle and bib from earlier. 

“In case you needed it, looks like I was right too.” 

Dylan took the bottle held in front of him but gave no indication that he would drink any of it. Some time had passed and Dylan continued to sit awkwardly on the sofa. He did his best to avoid any active participation in the conversation. Only answering questions when directed to him with as blunt a response as he could manage. Cheryl soon noticed the untouched bottle still clutched tightly between his hands. 

“Dylan, you haven’t touched your bottle. Are you going to drink that or do I need to put you on my lap again and you can nurse it from me.” 

Dylan didn’t say anything; he just brought the bottle to his lips and began sucking. He leaned back against the couch wishing it would swallow him up and take him away from this place. Eventually after some time had passed he had managed to finish the bottle, having found it took much longer than when Cheryl had held it for him. He felt his bladder twitch signalling it was time for him to go find a toilet. He tried to wait for a break in the conversation to ask Elaine where the bathroom was, but had no such luck and he was to uncomftable to interrupt them. He felt like a child, but at least they would have the courage to speak up and ask their parents to take them to the potty. 

He was also afraid that they might play along with the joke and force him to use the pink plastic potty that Melony had brought for him. He looked over at it as it sat in the corner of the room, he felt like it was taunting him. There was no way he would let them force him to use it, he would sooner wet his pants as if that were somehow less humiliating. He tried to ignore the growing pressure on his bladder and soon found himself fidgeting. Elaine was first to realize the almost potty dance Dylan was doing on the seat. 

“I think someone might need to use the potty.” 

Everyone stopped their conversation and turned to look at Dylan who was doing his best to avoid eye contact with any of them. 

“If you wanted to use the bathroom you only had to ask, were you worried we might force you to use the potty.” Elaine said.

Everyone except Dylan laughed; Elaine put her glass down before getting up and prompting him to follow her. She brought him into the main hallway and pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

“Third door on the left, just yell out if you have any trouble.” 

As Dylan made his way to the bathroom a large portrait in the hallway caught his eye. He couldn’t help but be drawn closer to it and soon found himself staring right up at it. A stunning woman wearing nothing but her underwear was the focus of the photograph. Her lacy black underwear looked fantastic in contrast with her makeup and long blonde hair. Her skin looked perfect free from any blemishes though he assumed that was just because of the touch up from the artist. The seductive pose she was making caused Dylan to look right into her eyes; he suddenly felt a small stirring in his pants. 

“Like what you see.” 

Dylan whipped around and saw Elaine with her arms folded looking smugly back at him.

“Sorry, I was just having some trouble finding the bathroom.” 

“It’s ok to look; you don’t need to make excuses, after all that’s why it’s up on the wall. I haven’t dolled myself up like that in quite a few years now, not since I had the kids.” Elaine said looking up at the portrait.

Dylan couldn’t work out why he hadn’t realized it was Elaine in the portrait before. He looked closer at her, maybe it was because she had her hair up now and was also fully clothed. Elaine noticed Dylan eyeing her up and down and smirked at him. 

“You be careful now Dylan, you have a beautiful girlfriend waiting for you in the other room.”

“I…I would never even think-” He started to say offended at the thought he would ever cheat on Melony. But before he could finish Elaine cut him off with the wave of her hand.

“Relax Dylan, I was just joking you definitely don’t seem like the type. I think you already realize Melony is a prize catch for someone like yourself.” 

Dylan suddenly started feeling rather down after that comment. He knew it was true but it felt awful hearing it from somebody else. 

“Don’t worry a lot of women like being the ones in charge of the relationship. I’m a pretty good judge of character and I can tell Melony loves you, I see the way she looks at you. I think she might even like seeing you being teased and babied as you have been all day. It’s cemented her role as the pants wearer in your relationship, I think she wants to be the one in control and make the decisions.” 

Dylan stood looking down at the floor as he listened to Elaine speak. He wasn’t sure how to feel about her words, he quickly found himself very uncomftable when Elaine stood right up in front of him and began tracing her hand down his shirt towards his trousers.

“I know you would never hurt Melony Dylan, but perhaps you would like to see more.”

Dylan looked up at Elaine who was now using one hand to unbutton the top of her blouse while continuing to move her other hand delicately across Dylan’s chest. 

“I’d just need one small favour from you in return.” Elaine leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I’ll show you everything, but first I want you to wet yourself.” 

That comment quickly brought Dylan to his senses and he stepped back pulling away from Elaine.

“You’re sick, there’s no way I would do that and even if you hadn’t asked me to wet myself I still wouldn’t have agreed. I love Melony; nothing is going to happen between us.” 

Elaine had to try really hard to contain herself, he really thought that’s what she wanted, to have sex with him. After seeing him spanked and diapered by his mother earlier today and now fed by her and drinking from a baby’s bottle. It was true that Dylan was starting to drive her crazy and she could feel herself getting wet from all this excitement, but sex with him was never going to happen.

“That’s alright you don’t have to see me naked, I know little boys like you aren’t excited by seeing stuff like that anyway. You’re probably much too young to have seen anyone but your mummy Cheryl and babysitter Melony naked, how could I have been so silly. But that doesn’t change the fact that I still want to see you wet yourself.” 

Dylan was getting angry now but rather than cause any conflict he decided to just walk away. He tried doing just that but before he even took one step Elaine took a tight grip on his arm.

“I think it’s better you do what I say, maybe if you don’t I’ll tell everyone I came to see if you found the bathroom ok and instead found you standing in the hallway masturbating to my portrait. What do you think my husband would say? I imagine he would pull your pants down and bring you over his knee for a spanking. I bet you didn’t tell Melony about the one you received from your mummy earlier today either, what would she say after seeing you emasculated by my husband and then told this wasn’t your first spanking you received today.”

“You wouldn’t, they…they wouldn’t believe you anyway!” Dylan said, now shaking with anger. 

“Are you sure about that? After the way you’ve acted today you’ve definitely proved you’re just a bratty child and who’s going to believe them over the grown up.”

Dylan was defeated, he knew she was right. He wasn’t a child but they wouldn’t believe him over Elaine. He looked into her eyes, she was smiling wickedly back at him. What’s the use in fighting it he thought to himself, she might not be serious but he would rather just wet himself then risk it. Maybe it was all the cola he drank or the shock of the situation, but there was no resistance as Dylan let go of his bladder.