"The Life!" - Chapter 7 (Remastered)
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Jake's heart races, his eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
“Vrooooom!”, Peter exclaims pretending to pilot an imaginary plane, scooping the spoonful of bland bolognese spaghetti as he guides the bright green-and-yellow spoon towards Jake’s lips.
“Here it comes, JayJay, your first dindins with Daddy and Papa!”.
Jake hesitates for a second, though he knows that there is not much alternative but to open his mouth as he finally slowly parts his lips, accepting the spoon, and gets a first taste of babyfood in a long long time.
“Good boy!” Peter cheers, playfully pinching Jake’s cheeks with praise as he swallows. The food really does not taste good and Jake wishes he could have some of what Daddy and Papa will be eating later. However, each spoonful was there as a reminder that he was, undeniably, their babyboy now and that this is how things would go from now on.
Jake sees Mark get up from the couch and give him an encouraging smile. Mark then grabs his phone and takes a few pictures.
Needles to say that Peter deliberately misses his boy’s mouth on a few occasion to make the pictures of “JayJay’s first dinner” all the more memorable.
After almost eating the whole jar, Jake’s mouth and chin are covered in bolognese which slowly dribbles down his bib.
Jake quickly realizes that despite the taste, this is a feeling he has been craving for. He hears Mark take a few snaps of him in the most babyish attire but does not mind. The sense of family he had been dreaming about fills him with warmth and an odd sense of belonging.
Peter's eyes lit up with delight at Jake's efforts to eat all his food.
“Wow, buddy! You’re a natural!” He laughs, scooping another spoonful of the bolognese and sending it towards Jake's mouth with the same playful airplane game.
Each time his boy swallows a spoonful, he sees the adult version of Jake being replaced with his true younger self.
Mark, still taking a few pictures and videos encourages Jake. “You’re doing great, little JayJay! Just keep that mouth open wide for more yummy food. You are almost done!”
Jake blushes at the praise and support from both of his daddies who now definitely do not see him as a man anymore.
Finally, as Peter feeds him the last spoonful, Jake feels relieved. He did it….with an unpleasant aftertaste in his mouth, but he did it!
“We are sooo proud of you buddy,” Peter exclaims. “But remember, we always have to save room for dessert when you’re being a good boy!” He then turns, revealing a bright jar of peach puree.
“Nooo! No babyfood dessert!” Jake protests shaking his head. “I’m full daddy!”
Mark, back on the couch, turns to his baby. “Did I hear someone say ‘no’ to dessert? Are we ready for a spanking, then? Does someone not want to watch football with papa before beddy-byes ?”
Jake blushes, “Sorry, Papa…”
Peter chuckles, opening the jar. “Just a tiny jar Buddy, look how small it is. Every good babyboy deserves to finish their dindins with a sweet taste.”
Jake opens his mouth and is surprisingly welcomed by the sweet taste of the peach puree. It doesn’t taste as bad as the bolognese even though there is still an after taste that clearly makes it different than regular big boy desserts.
“See? Not so bad!” Peter says, feeding him another spoonful.
After a few spoonfuls and an empty jar, Peter smiles and takes a step back, looking at Jake and his very messy face and bib.
“Well, we surely did good buying those bibs! What a messy eater you are kiddo. I don’t even want to imagine how you would look like if daddy wasn’t here to help you?!”
Jake ignores the taunt, excited to finally watch the match now that dinner is over.
“Can I watch the match now, Papa?” he says from his highchair.
Mark chuckles and nods. “Alright, buddy. You’ve been an incredible little one tonight. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and settled for some football!”, he says as Peter cleans up Jake’s face and unstraps him from the highchair, leaving his bib on.
Mark then pats his lap and Jake runs to him.
“Come on baby, let’s watch the end together.”
Jake sits on Mark’s lap for the very first time and blushes slightly. “Can you take bib off, Papa?”
“No babyboy, you’re not done eating.”
Jake’s eyes widen. “Wh..what?”
Peter comes from the kitchen with a warm bottle filled with milk and chocolate and hands it to Mark.
Papa Mark shakes the bottle “Are you surprised? Did you think you would watch the match with papa with a beer ?
Nope, not for you. It will be on my lap drinking your baba.”
Jake whines a bit but knows he better not complain if he wants to see the 25 minutes left of the match. He rests on Papa’s back and opens his mouth.
Mark gently inserts the nipple of the bottle in Jake’s mouth and starts feeding him.
Bottle feeding is such a great moment of relaxation. It is a moment when time stops and nothing else matters.
Holding the bottle with one hand and slowly rubbing Jake’s diapered crotch, Mark looks at Jake gulping down his bottle.
“You are being such a good boy, buddy.”
Peter and Mark both know that this bottle contains a special ingredient. They know that Jake has never used his paddings for anything and want to make it easy for him at the beginning.
What better then than adding a bit of laxatives to speed up the process and avoid this unnecessary process of Jake holding it in for several days.
Then, once Jake will be used to going into his Pamps, it will all be natural and there will be no more need for laxatives.
But for now, Mark takes some time to enjoy the moment.
Jake, captivated by the match and completely excited by his Papa’s constant rubs on his locked “little Willy”, as they now call it, does not even realize that he gulped down the entire bottle in less than seven minutes.
“Oh wow you were a hungry little guy for sure !” Mark says, removing the empty bottle’s nipple from Jake’s mouth.
As the last remnants of milk drip down Jake's chin, his eyelids began to droop, a cozy drowsiness washing over him.
Mark chuckles lightly, gently burping him with a few soft pats on the back. “Come on, little buddy, burp for Papa and we can put you in your crib for beddy-byes.”
Jake blushes and resists a bit at first but the continuous patting of Mark wins the battle as a soft burp can be heard in the room.
“Good babyboy.”
As the match ends in a draw before extra-time, Mark gets up with Jake in his arms and enters the nursery. Peter following behind.
“But papa I wanted to see the end of the match.” Jake protests as Mark gently puts him on the crib mattress.
“It’s late already buddy, 8:07pm! You have been a good boy today and we allowed you to stay up after your bedtime but it’s not our fault if the match is going to overtime.”
With a soft blanket, Mark wraps him up snugly, brushing his hair lovingly.
Peter gives Bun-bun to Jake and gives him a kiss on the forehead before putting a pacifier in his mouth.
“Okay baby boy.” Mark says while pulling up the rails of the crib and locking them securely. “Have a good night, we love you so much. Don’t forget that if anything happens, Papa and Daddy are just on the other side of the room and can always see you on the monitor above your head, okay?”
Peter and Mark both leave the room after turning on the mobile over Jake’s oversized crib.
Here he was.
Double diapered, wearing a chastity cage, a onesie and footed pajamas and with a weird feeling in his tummy. Could this be from all these emotions ? He wondered before drifting off to sleep for his first night as Papa and Daddy’s little boy.
To be continued…