Gummy Tummy, Pt. 2

DISCLAIMER: This story contains hypermessing, diaper usage, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

-------------------------------------------------------------

“No? So, wait, it’s not one of your favorites?” asked June earnestly as she leaped over the back of the couch and plopped down so her legs rested beside Hailie and her blanket fort. Cracking open the can of beer in her hand, she took a long swig before locking her eyes on the screen, “Well that makes one of us. Baby Puss is a classic.”

Of course, out of all the Hanna-Barbera cartoons she’d watched through today, June would walk in on the forced ABDL episode of Tom & Jerry. Gritting her teeth, Hailie nodded stiffly, her movements much like a rusted robot's. “Yeah, sorry…I think it’s just the fever. I feel so spacy,” she said, using her fake ailment to pepper over her confusing dialogue.

Thankfully, June bought that logic pretty well, especially with her being so dialed into the show. “We should get some more fluids in you. Have you been drinking plenty of water,” she said, her eyes staying glued to the TV.

More fluids?! That was the last thing she needed. While preparing for this day, Hailie made sure she was downing at least one water bottle every hour on the hour for the entire day with alarms set to remind her. Any good ABDL knew that if you wanted a BIG mess, you needed to stay hydrated. “Mhmm, I drank a bunch just before you got back so…I’m good,” she said, crossing her fingers and hoping June would let the subject go.

Unfortunately, June seemed determined to do anything but. “Oh no. That’s the same attitude my brother always takes with being sick. You can’t neglect basic needs just because your taste buds are all screwy right now,” she said as she returned to the kitchen and began fixing her roommate a glass of room temp water, moving as fast as she could so she didn’t miss too much of the show, “Here ya go, and I better see you drink every drop.” Having grown up with hypochondriac parents, she’d picked up more than a few forceful habits.

With no choice but to accept June’s gracious offering, Hailie shifted an arm out of her comforter cocoon to take the glass. “Thanks, June,” she forced herself to say. She lifted the glass to her lips and took in the smallest of sips, feeling the soothing liquid travel down her throat before joining the rest of the contents of her overstuffed belly.

“Come on. I know it sucks but trust me. You’ll feel a lot better the more you drink,” said June, placing two fingers on the bottom of the glass and tilting it ever so slightly toward Hailie’s mouth

In a panic, Hailie had no choice but to open wide and swallow several large gulps in quick succession. The added fluids weighed heavy on her gut, spiking her cramping at the world moment possible.

*GUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGLE!*

June retracted the glass from Hailie’s mouth the second that Hailie’s tummy sounded off. Ironically, what Hailie knew to be a gurgle from her intestines signaling the end was nigh, June perceived very differently, “And you’re starving too?! Gurl! Who taught you to take care of yourself?!”

“N-No, I’m really…not,” responded Hailie, her words falling on deaf ears as June raced back to the kitchen yet again. Perhaps the most embarrassing part of this nightmare scenario was how horny June was inadvertently making her. The concept of the unwitting caregiver making everything worse for a silly diaper baby without being aware of it was a concept that Hailie never thought had the possibility of escaping the realm of fiction. She couldn’t deny it was an arousing concept, despite how traumatic it was to actually live out in real-time.

Going right to the pantry, June scanned the shelves briefly before selecting a can of chunky chicken noodle soup. “Sorry, Hails, I’m not taking no for an answer. We’re gonna fill that tummy up and that’s final,” she said, as she took out a small pot and emptied the soup into it, “And there’s nothing better for an ailing body than good, old-fashioned chicken broth.”
Craning her neck back to look at June, Hailie realized she had the smallest of windows to make it to cover. Since June was locked in on cooking duty, her attention was on the stovetop where she was getting everything ready. This meant that the path to the toilet was now clear. Her eyes drifted to the apartment’s lone bathroom door.

In total, it would only take a few seconds for Hailie to stand up and sprint to her salvation. However, those would be some of the most exposed seconds in her life. All it would take was for June to glance back at the TV for her deepest, horniest secret to be revealed. Deciding it was too risky, she settled back in and took a few calming breaths while petting her stomach gently. If she was going to get to the potty, she’d need to get June to leave the room somehow.

“Soups on!” said June, lifting the warmed-up pot off the stove and pouring the savory dish into a ceramic bowl. She then ferried the bowl across the living room and placed it right in Hailie’s lap, “No need to scarf it down. Just eat as much as you can.”

To Hailie’s dismay, heating up soup from a can took far less time than she had hoped it would. She thanked her lucky stars that she hadn’t decided to risk it all on a mad dash for the bathroom. Still, she now had a brand-new problem. At least the heat from the bowl did alleviate her cramps somewhat but she knew it wouldn’t last. Moreover, it was a small consolation prize when considering that she was now expected to eat some portion of the food June had made for her. She wanted to scream and cry like the diapered toddler she was but instead, all she could squeak out was a small, quiet, “Thanks.”

“Oh darn! It’s almost over already,” said June, looking up from her roommate’s fragile state to watch as the trio of bully cats launched into a rendition of Mamãe Eu Quero.

With the end of the episode drawing closer, a lightbulb went off in Hailie’s head. “Hey, this is the last episode on the disk. Can you pick something out from my shelf to watch next?” she said, recognizing the golden opportunity to send June away to her room.

“Yeah, sure. I gotchu fam! I’ll go once the episode ends,” said June, her mind already pondering which movie or show to pick out, especially since Hailie had just a large media collection. Considering Hailie almost never let her touch her precious DVDs, she must’ve been really sick, “Now, pipe down and start eating.”

As the final 90 seconds of the episode played out, Hailie dug her teeth into her tongue as she pretended to feast on the meal June had prepped for her. She lifted the spoon to her lips and held it in place for a few seconds before placing the spoon back in the bowl without ingesting a single drop of broth. Sadly, there was nothing she could do about the smell. Each spoonful brought with the pungent aroma of salty chicken; a scent that only seemed to aggravate her bowels further.

Mercy finally came as the orchestra fanfare played overtop the final title card, bringing an end to the humiliating episode. Setting the bowl to the side, Hailie looked over at June expectedly, a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead. “Time for a new movie?” she said, trying not to sound too eager for June to leave the room.

“Yessir! Are you thinking more cartoons or are you wanting something a bit more grown-up?” asked June, her desire to please refusing to let her pick without a little guidance.

Hailie, on the other hand, was not enthused by the idea of dragging this conversation out any further. Between the pressure mounting both inside and outside of her diaper, the only surprise was that she didn’t snap sooner. “I don’t care. Just pick something!” she said, losing her temper only for a moment. She immediately covered her hand with her mouth as she played back what she said in her head, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine. I know how frustrating being sick can be sometimes so no worries,” said June, her upbeat expression faltering slightly as she thought back to how pushy she had been since her return. She always despised it when her own mother was too doting while she was sick, and yet here she was, doing the exact same thing, “Don’t worry, I’ll pick something out I know you’ll love.” Hopping to her feet, she sped-walked out of the room, determined to make things right.

Waiting for June to pass through the doorway to her bedroom, Hailie knew it was now or never, especially given the painful pings that let her know how in danger her bowels were of a complete collapse. However, she also knew she needed to be somewhat stealthy so as not to draw June’s attention back to the living room. Sliding the sheets off her diaper-clad body, she lifted her padded rear off the ground, wincing as her body compelled her to clinch harder without the support of the floor to help subdue the bowel pressure. She couldn’t make her move for the bathroom yet, though, making sure her stuffies, along with the twin gummy bear bags, were completely covered first. She then peaked her eyes over the back of the couch, ensuring that June was still preoccupied with her DVD selection.

Hailie remained in a crouching position as she inched her way around the couch, stopping as she reached the edge. This was the most dangerous part of her plan. She couldn’t have been more than six steps from the bathroom door but it would only take a split second of June seeing her to ruin everything. Counting to three in her head, she stood up quickly and moved for the bathroom door.
*CRAMP!*

“GAH!” shrieked Hailie as the pain in her tummy reached new heights. This was her first time standing up straight since her gummy bear gorging began. And her tummy wasn’t shy to let her know how unhappy it was with that fact. She staggered forward another step only to be hit was another ping in her gut. This wasn’t just a cramp. It was a complete rejection of adulthood brought on by her own poor decision-making. Why did June have to make that stupid gummy bear remark?! Knowing that another step forward would surely spell doom for her pristine pampers, it was no longer a matter of making it to the toilet in time to spare her diaper. She was going to shit herself. The only question was if June would be a witness to it or not. Overriding her body's natural instincts, she pushed forward, simultaneously causing her bowel muscles to push as well.

*BLOOOO-OOOOOOOOO-OOOOORR-RRRRRRT!*

All at once, Hailie’s tummy began to unload its weighty contents into her diaper, with only momentary pausing in messing between steps as she involuntarily filled her diaper while in motion. Each gush of mush threatened to send her to her knees in a mix of both pleasure and pain. It was everything she ever wanted while also being the most humiliating moment in her entire life; something that, embarrassingly enough, only made her want it more. She knew she was a diaper perv but getting off on messing herself while June was only one wall away was by far her lowest low; a fact that only heightened her momentary euphoria.

Placing a hand on the bathroom’s door frame, Hailie was so close to the privacy she craved. Propped up on wobbly legs, she utilized all the grip strength she had to keep from falling backward, no matter how enticing the idea of squishing her loaded diaper was. Letting out a stout, yet subdued moan, she mashed her fist in between her teeth, biting down hard to stave off her need to cum. Oh fuck, how she wanted to cum so much!

“H-Hailie?”

The oxygen abandoned the room the second Hailie heard her own name said with such a frail, shaky voice. Her pupils strained to the side to confirm what she already knew to be true, unable to move any other part of her body. Sure enough, June was leaning her head out of the bedroom with a DVD case in each hand with the widest pair of eyes she had ever seen. All she could do was stand there naked and sweating bullets as her diaper continued to rapidly expand, accompanied by some of the grossest bodily noises either girl had ever heard.

“Um…I-I grabbed…Twister and the uh…season 1 b-box set of My Little Pony…” said June, trying and failing to keep her gaze on the hardwood flooring as her eyes constantly drifted back to the state of Hailie’s diaper. How could she not? Having grown up with two younger siblings, she’d seen her fair share of mucky diapers. None of them came close to comparing to the unbelievable mess size that Hailie was reaching.

As the first wave of cramps finally petered off, Hailie took in a shaky, exasperated lungful of air. Anyone with half a brain could tell how impossibly aroused she was by her voice alone. With as smart as June was, there wasn’t a lie in the world she could come up with to excuse what she was wearing and what she had done. Tragically, before she could even muster up some sort of apology, the next batch of cramps hit her like a crashing tidal wave, kicking the process off for a second time.

*SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRT!!!*

TO BE CONTINUED…

PART 1
PART 3