Cradled in Spike's arms, he takes you back to his dog house. ONce inside, he crams you into a small highchair.
"Tyke out grew dis, but we'll need it fer you." he said, pinching your cheeks. "Now time for baby's din-din." Spike pours a pile of kibble into a mixing bowl and mixes in into a heavy, lumpy, repulsive mush.
"Be a good baby and op'n wide." He pinches your nose and when you open your mouth he starts shoveling the goop in. You want to resist but you know you have to play along, otherwise the consequences will be even worse. As soon as the bowl is finally finished, you can feel your stomach rumble. YOU clench your bottom and hope you can hold it long enough to get out of the stupid highchair and and into the privacy of an bathroom, like the adult you know you are.
"Whatz wrong, baby? Coochie-coo!" He starts tickling your belly and before long-
FSPLFFFTZ
You are messing your diaper like a baby!?!
"Uh-oh, bad baby making poopies for daddy! Now daddy gotta-"
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