The Baby Mistake (Patreon Exclusive)

This week's post was originally going to be a new chapter of The Product Tester, but I hit some difficulties while writing it and didn't want to give you a story that I was unhappy with. Since I had the outline to go for this month's Patreon exclusive, I decided I'd finish this early and put it out instead.

I hope you enjoy! 

I checked my phone again. 

Jessica is going to bail. I knew it. 

She’d been skittish with me all week. I couldn’t blame her - when we’d talked on the phone, I’d spent half the conversation stammering and managed to say nothing at all interesting. She’d be totally in her rights to bail. 

Skimming the messages, I waited on the bench by the hostess stand, frowning. Yesterday: ‘Hey, so you know, my boss might call me in tomorrow.’ Today: ‘Oh, right, that’s today! Sorry, I almost forgot.’ Half an hour ago: ‘I’m stuck in traffic on the way home from work, might be late.’ 

Nothing since. If that wasn’t a setup to leave ditch him and ghost, he didn’t know what was. 

Five more minutes, than I’ll just leave. No use getting yanked around again. 

I was kidding myself, and I knew it. I was going to wait here for an hour, make excuses, and then she’d tell me she had something come up, and I’d believe her. 

Before I could scroll through my messages again, looking for some clue as to whether she was being sincere, a woman walked in the door. 

“Are you Jack?” 

I looked up at her, eyes widening a bit. Six feet tall, in a slinky black dress, with bright red lipstick and dark, sultry eyes. I had to remember where my tongue was to respond. “J-ja- yes. Most, uh, most people call me Jacob though.” 

“Well, Jacob. I’m Jessie.” 

I looked at her one more time, suddenly feeling extremely underdressed in my current jeans-and-band-tee combo. “I… it’s nice to meet you, Jessie.” 

She frowned. “You’re not going to stand to speak with me?” 

I’m such an ass. Of course I should stand to talk to her. “S-sorry.” I got to my feet, nodding. “Um… right. Our table.” 

The hostess was ready with menus, and quickly whisked us off to a booth in the far corner. 

“I… you look taller than in your photos, Jessie,” I said. That’s not a compliment. Compliment her! “And… your makeup is nice.” 

She seemed to consider me, looking me up and down as we sat across from each other. “You should address me as ‘Miss Jess’.”

“I… Miss Jess. Okay.” I blushed, looking down at my menu so that I had an excuse to avoid eye contact. “Well, you look… nice.” 

Our waiter stopped by, notepad in hand. “Welcome to Bambine Sbaglio, I’m Sam, I’ll be your waiter for the evening. Can I get you started off with anything to drink?” 

I opened my mouth, but Miss Jess spoke before I could. “I’ll have ice water with lemon, he’ll have a black coffee and a glass of sprite.”

The waiter nodded, scratched that down, and was walking away before I could find my voice. “I- Uh… I don’t really like black coffee.” 

“Trust me, Jacob,” Miss Jess said. “Now, tell me about yourself.” 

“I… uh…” It’s a simple question. Don’t get tongue-tied. 

I started to tell her a bit about my job, and my hobbies. It was by no means an in-depth conversation, not even a particularly long one, but it was nice to chat about nonetheless, and I stopped only when the waiter came by with coffee. 

I stopped, staring at the cup. It smelled nice, but I knew the taste was going to be bitter and unpleasant. I’d never liked black coffee, and no matter how good this brew was, I knew that my tastes weren’t going to suddenly and arbitrarily change. 

“I…” I said, frowning. “I don’t know why you ordered this for me.” 

Her tone gained a slight edge. I couldn’t describe exactly why, but I felt an inescapable threat in her words, somewhere deep down. “Are you questioning my judgement?” 

“No!” I responded, almost automatically. “I, just-” 

“Drink it,” she instructed, flatly. 

I drank the coffee. Or, a sip of it, anyways. It was as bitter and harsh, just like all the other black coffee I’d tried, and I grimaced. 

“You have your soda,” she reminded me, and I followed her advice, taking a drink to wash out the flavor. While I sucked down the soda, she added, “But I expect you won’t let any of that coffee go to waste.” 

I swallowed the soda, then gulped. “Em… yes, okay.” 

Swallowing another drink of the bitter coffee, I returned to the soda to wash out the taste, just as the waiter stopped at our table. 

“Have you both thought about what you’ll want to eat?” 

“I’ll be having the Saltimbocca, and he’ll have the spaghetti and meatballs.” She nodded at the waiter, who returned the gesture, quickly sauntering away with his notepad. 

“Why-” I started. 

“So tell me,” she cut in, completely derailing my question. “How long have you lived in the city?” 

I didn’t think to say anything else until our meals arrived. I’d managed to choke down my coffee with three glasses of sprite, and we’d covered a lot of my interests in conversation by the time the spaghetti got set down in front of me, along with a cloth napkin wrapped around silverware. 

Unfolding it, I reached for a fork and quickly realized it was absent. I’d been given a knife, and a spoon, but no fork. Frowning, I glanced at Miss Jess’s plate. She had a fork, and was taking a bite of her food. 

I can just flag down the waiter when he comes by. 

The waiter walked by. I kept my hand down, too anxious to say something about it. 

Picking up the spoon, I started in on the spaghetti. It sort of worked. 

I couldn’t really twirl the noodles around, and each attempted bite had more than half the pasta slipping down and splashing back onto my plate. It was slow going, but more than that, I kept getting pasta sauce on my lips and mouth as I tried to navigate the food with an imprecise utensil. 

After a couple particularly messy bites, Miss Jess giggled from across the table. “Here, allow me.” 

I lowered my spoon, and she reached over with her napkin, wiping the spaghetti sauce off my face. Then, taking her fork, she twirled up a mouthful of the spaghetti, raising it to my lips. 

There was no room to question it. I took a bite. 

While I chewed, Miss Jess leaned back and had a mouthful of her own meal, but as I swallowed, she took up another mouthful of the spaghetti and scooped it into my mouth. 

And so dinner went, with her feeding me one beautiful at a time, spinning up mouthfuls of the pasta, waiting patiently when I didn’t open my mouth right away, even wiping off my face one more time once I’d cleaned my plate. 

Leaning back, she smiled at me, the tip of her mouth raising wickedly. “I’ve decided you’re fun.” 

When the waiter came by with the check, for once, she didn’t take over. I paid for the meal, she took her purse, and we both stood. It had been a fun, if slightly surprising, date. 

“Did you drive here, or take the bus?” 

“I- I walked,” I said. “I don’t live that far away.” Truth be told, I was regretting that - Three tall glasses of pop and a cup of coffee had gone right through me, and I needed to get home quickly to pee. 

“Good, then you won’t have to get your car later.” 

Wait, what? 

“I… where- where are we going?” I stammered. 

Her laugh was like jingling bells. “Back to my place, of course.” 

“Eh-” I blinked. “Okay! I just need to use the bathroom first, then-” 

“No. We’re leaving now.” 

I weighed my options. Go home with a beautiful woman and use the bathroom later, or ditch her and go now? 

I didn’t need to weigh them for long. 

“Of course, Miss Jess.” 

She sauntered out the door and I followed behind, walking close, as though if she got too far away she’d disappear. I didn’t get invited home on a first date. It just didn’t happen. I wasn’t about to ignore the impossible opportunity I was being offered. 

When we were on the sidewalk, though, she stopped. I almost ran into her. Turning back, she looked me up and down. “Do you need to pee, Jacob?” 

“I- Um- Yes?” What kind of question is that? 

She turned, facing me squarely with a stare that made me feel very, very small. “Pee your pants.” 

My thoughts almost blanked over at the absurdity of the request. Or… it wasn’t a request. More like an order. “What? I’m not going to-” 

Her face hardened. “Now.” 

There was no wiggle room in her tone, no possibility of broaching a disagreement. I didn’t even think about it, because her instructions bypassed my thoughts and were put straight into action. 

At her word, I released my bladder and began to soak my presence on the street corner, eyes locked with Miss Jess’s. A smile pulled up the corners of her mouth as the sound of pee dribbling against the ground became audible. 

My cheeks burned red, but I didn’t stop until I’d completely emptied my bladder, thoroughly soaking my jeans in the process. 

Looking down, her smile turned to a smirk. “Just like I thought. You’re not big enough to make it to the potty. Well, that’s fine.” 

“Miss Jess, I-” I started. “Huh? I don’t-”

“Shh,” she said, raising a finger to my lips. “Come with me.” 

I followed her to her car. It was a little sporty number, and she opened the door to the back seat, where a newspaper had been laid down on the seat. She’d been… planning this? She’d known I would pee my pants. 

I sat down. She buckled me in, then stepped into the driver’s seat and pulled away. 

Her home wasn’t far away, and I stayed quiet for most of the drive. I didn’t know what to say. I’d wet myself right in front of her. She’d ordered me to, sure, but that wasn’t really an excuse. In full command of my faculties, I’d just completely given up control without a second’s thought. 

Miss Jess’s home ended up being a little place by the edge of town, with a privacy fence and a big yard. I got out and she took my arm, leading me forward without even the option for me to protest. 

Her keys came out, and as soon as we were inside, she said, “Remove your wet pants and underwear. I don’t want you ruining my furniture.”

“I-” I stammered. “I don’t have anything else-” 

“Did I ask?”

“N-no, Miss Jess,” I admitted. “I’m sorry.” 

“Good. Now, do as you’re told. Fold your clothes up once you’ve taken them off and bring them with you.” 

I turned away, face pink, and slipped off my shoes. There was no help for it. I took off my pants, then slipped my boxers down to my ankles, covering my visible hardness with my hands. 

Miss Jess walked around so she could see, pulled both my hands away with one of hers, and commented, “Well, I suppose it’s good that the size won’t matter.” 

My blush deepened as she pulled on my hands and led me towards the back of the house, where her bedroom door was open. “Remember your safe words, if you need them,” she suggested, pointing towards the bed. “Lay down.” 

I had no idea what she was talking about, but her tone was so intense that I didn’t even think to question it. I set my bundle of clothes on the floor, laid down on my back, and watched her carefully. 

Miss Jess approached the foot of the bed, leaned down, and produced two straps with thick leather cuffs. Taking one of my feet in her hand, she guided the cuff around the ankle, buckled it tightly, and then clicked the lock down so that the leg was snugly secured. “Is that too tight?” 

“N-no,” I said, shrinking back as she repeated the process with my other ankle. 

Once my feet were secured, she walked around to the head of the bed, producing identical cuffs. “Give me your hands.” 

I obeyed. What was I going to do, tell her ‘no’ when I’d already been halfway fastened to the bed? She locked up my hands, and then finally stalked around the bed like a predator, standing so that I had to look straight down between my legs to see her. 

Crouching, she opened a drawer by the foot of the bed. “Lift your bottom.” 

What’s she doing? Is there a point in asking? 

Pushing up with my bound legs, I lifted, and she slid something soft and rustly beneath me. Before I could ask what it was, I felt something cold and slippery slide up my backdoor, and I made a high-pitched squeal in surprise. 

She laughed, then folded the diaper up between my legs and began taping it securely in place. “Now, I think you know what’s going to happen here,” she said. “But I want to warn you: You are not allowed to cum. If you do, you will be punished, and I promise that you will not like the punishment. Do you understand?” 

“I-” What the hell kind of first date is this? “I… understand? But-” 

“I don’t accept butts,” she said. “Now, close your eyes and lie back.” 

I obeyed, wriggling in the restraints. “I don’t-” 

“Quiet,” she snapped, “Unless you’re going to safe word out, I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth, little potty pants. I can gag you if it’s necessary.” 

I shook my head. I didn’t know what she was talking about, and there was no way to explain it if she wouldn’t let me talk. Trembling, I just hoped that she wouldn’t do anything too bad or-

Something began to buzz against the front of my diaper and I gasped in pleasure, whimpering for a moment until she pulled it away. Wriggling against my restraints, I tried to get closer to the source of the sensation, and after a pause, it returned, making me squirm even more. 

Miss Jess held the vibrator closer to me and I moaned a little more, body thrumming with its touch, feeling warmth rising in me as I approached, getting closer, closer- 

The vibrator pulled away suddenly, and she snapped, “No!” 

I recoiled at the words alone. “I- But-”

“Quiet! I told you what you were not allowed to do. If you can’t restrain yourself, I won’t hold back again, and you will deal with the consequences. Am I clear?” 

“Y-yes, Miss Jess!” I assured her. “I’m so-” Something in my belly cramped, suddenly and sharply. Oh no. “M-miss Jess, I...”

“What is it?” 

“I need to… use the bathroom,” I admitted, glad my eyes were shut so that I couldn’t see her stare burrowing into my thoughts. “P-please.” 

“That’s what your diaper is for, little baby,” she said. “So when you have another accident, it won’t get everywhere.” 

“N-not like before!” I stammered. “I need to-” 

The vibrator returned and I gasped, words lost in my throat. I heard a ripping sound, and then felt tape press against my thigh, attaching the vibrator securely so that it was constantly pressing into the front of my diaper. I couldn’t escape the pleasure, and I really didn’t want to. 

As I fought not to give in to the sensation, the pressure in my bowels continued to build. It had to be something she’d done. The cramps were growing stronger too quickly, and it was too out of the blue, for it to be anything else. Just like she’d instructed me to wet my pants on the street corner, I was about to fill my diaper because of Miss Jess’s whims. 

“P-please!” I pleaded. “Just-” 

“That’s enough!” she snapped, reaching under the bed and producing a leather buckle, strap, and… oversized pacifier. Leaning across me, she strapped it into my mouth, clicked the lock into place, and said, “I’ll still be able to understand a couple mumbles, if you need to. Otherwise, you’ll be reduced to baby babble, because I do not care what you have to say.” 

I mewled as the pressure got worse in tandem with the brewing arousal, pressing me hard into the front of the diaper, and- 

My cell phone started ringing. I could hear it jingling away in my pants pocket, and looked up, alarmed. Who’s calling me? 

Miss Jess smirked, bending down and producing my phone. “Who’s this, little one? Someone who would like to hear all about your predicament, how you’re about to fill your diaper with a big mess? Or…” she frowned at the caller ID. ‘Jessica.’

Stepping away from the bed, she swiped answer. “Hello, Jacob’s phone. Who is this?” A pause, and then… “Wait, Jessica Brinkley? From DLU?” Enough pause for an answer, and then she said, “Oh my god, what a coincidence! I haven’t heard from you since that sorority party. How’ve you… Oh, right. You’re looking for Jacob?” 

There was a long pause, while I continued whimpering into my pacifier and resisting both the vibrator’s pulse and the intense pressure threatening to load up my diaper. 

Miss Jess glanced my way. “Okay, I think I know what happened. You said you were looking for a ‘Jacob Stevens’, right?” She listened, nodding. “Well… I was looking for a ‘Jake Summers’. I didn’t ask for a last name, and… oh. Oh no.” 

She hurried over to the bed, snapping off the vibrator and running to the front of the bed. Hurriedly, she unbuckled the pacifier gag, pulling it away. “You’re not who I thought you were. I’m so sorry, let me get you out of this and-” 

“W-wait,” I said, shaking my head. “T-turn it back on!” 

For the first time since I’d met her, Miss Jess hesitated, before reaching down and turning the vibrator back on. 

My resistance buckled. Body rocking with an orgasm, I lost all will to fight the pressure and started to fill my diaper in the same moment, pushing out a sloshy mess that pressed up against my skin and body as I trembled with pleasure, quivering in time with the vibrator’s pulse. 

A few moments passed before I shook my head. “O-okay, turn it-” 

She turned it off, looking at me with some concern. “I thought you were - why didn’t you say anything?” 

“You…” I started. “You just seemed so sure of yourself? I don’t… uh… I’m sorry.” 

“Do you want me to let you up?” 

“I…” Do I? 

I panted for a long moment while I considered it. 

“Not right now.” 

Nodding, Miss Jess walked back to the phone, picking it up. “Well, Jessica, I think I need to apologize to my actual date. Did you still want to meet Jacob? He’s very cute, and I think I can give you some advice on how to keep him in line.” She hesitated, then, “Then come on over! I’m sure you’ll like him. The boy practically melts at a word, and he’s the most obedient little thing I’ve ever seen… you’ll just have to put up with the smell.”