Julie's Dirty Diaper Dinner (Patreon)

(Some of you asked for more extreme content, so here it is! Warning, contains severe punishment and imagery very close to scat eating).

Note: There's a really old series of stories called 'Julie's Fourteenth Birthday' which have always been my favorites. They are about a girl named Julie who wets her bed and earns a punishment birthday, with her guests all bringing various baby items to torment her. In later chapters her mom continues to punish her in various creative ways, all because Julie can't learn to use the potty. This story is set in that universe.

Here's the original story. More chapters can be found by searching Google Groups. https://groups.google.com/forum/#!search/Julie$27s$20fourteenth$20birthday/alt.sex.fetish.diapers/dsywAchOfzg/gBjWYtCOawoJ

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Julie whimpered loudly from the seat of her pink plastic Disney Princess highchair, watching helplessly as her mommy fastened the countless restraints nice and tight before locking the high chair tray into place.

“I’m sure you’ve been looking forward to this all year” her cruel mother remarked with a cruel grin. Julie could offer only a pitiful moan in response. Though this particular punishment was an annual event, Julie knew she would ever get used to the humiliating and disgusting torment her mother had in store for her. She watched in horror as her mother reached beneath the kitchen table to pull out her oversized nursery diaper pail. On the outside it was a very cute receptacle, adorned with Disney Princess graphics and stickers which spelled out ‘Baby Julie’s Diaper Pail.’ However Julie knew that the cutesy appearance was not representative of the pail’s horrible contents. 

“Now then...” her mother began bitterly. “Because my naughty daughter can’t seem to remember how to use the potty like a big girl, it seems I’m stuck with the unfortunate task of taking care of an overgrown toddler. While all the other mothers get to go out and have a real life, I’m trapped here changing my backwards daughter’s poopy pampers. Now does that sound fair to you, baby Julie?”

“No mommy, I’m sorry” Julie whimpered. “I’ll try harder to learn the potty, I promise!”

“You’re right, it’s not fair” her mommy answered. “Which is why a certain little girl is going to experience just how awful her stinky, nasty diapers truly are. Maybe then you’ll know what you poor mother is forced to deal with every day.”

Julie watched nervously as her mother grabbed hold of the diaper pail lid, pulling it away with a flourish. Both of them instantly recoiled when confronted by the truly awful smell, the large pail packed to the top with weeks of dirty diapers. “Ugh, what a stench!” her mother announced, holding her nose.

“Please mommy!” Julie begged, wishing her wrists weren’t restrained so she too could shield her nose from the horrid stench. “I’m going to be sick!”

“Oh hush!” her mommy snapped as she quickly retrieved a clothespin from a nearby drawer and used it to seal her nostrils shut. “You’re not even going to experience a fraction of the torment you've put me through.” Her mother then began to remove the dirty diapers from the pail, placing each aside in a soggy, brown-tinted pile. Julie’s nervousness grew along with the size of the dirty diaper pile, until finally her mother had reached the bottom of the pail, grinning as she located the horrible instruments which would be used to deliver her poor daughter’s punishment. “Okay, time for set everything up for baby Julie’s dirty diaper dinner!” her mother announced in a sing-song voice.

“Please mommy!” Julie whined, squirming against her high chair restraints. “I’ll be good! Please no dirty diaper dinner!”

“First we have your placemat…” Mommy said, ignoring her daughter’s cries as she took a colorful Disney Princess placemat from out of the pail, unrolling it and placed it on the high chair tray. Julie whimpering as she examined the heavily-soiled mat, Belle and Cinderella and Ariel all tinted shades of yellow and brown. 

“Then we have your little plate…” out came a partitioned ‘Frozen’ plate, the plastic having clearly absorbed the pail’s awful smells. The smiling faces of Anna and Elsa looked now like mocking grins to a very sorry Julie.

“Of course we have to have the food for your special meal” mommy announced, pulling a number of jars of yucky babyfood from the pail, Julie hoping the horrible scents hadn’t permeated the containers.

“And the baby’s baa-baa…” out came Julie’s oversized bottle, into which mommy inserted a fresh bag of sickly sweet baby formula. Julie was relieved the formula was untainted, but the bottle’s nipple looked discolored, and she dreaded how it might taste.

“Oh, almost forgot your bib!” Mommy announced, unfolding a pink vinyl garment from inside of the pail. It had been specially made for Julie, and was printed with the words “Stinky Girl” and a picture of one of Julie’s most impressively soiled diapers. 

“And of course, and most important, my potty pants daughter’s favorite princess spoon…” mommy announced, holding up the pink plastic utensil with a Belle and Cinderella design inlaid on the handle. “or maybe it’s more appropriate to call it your poon” mommy joked, putting special emphasis on the word ‘poo’. Julie groaned, hating how her mother could make such jokes when about to put her daughter through pure torture. She watched helplessly as the lids of the babyfood jars were removed, mommy spooning the horrible green and yellow mush onto Julie’s tainted princess tray. She felt sick to her stomach as mommy used the nasty “poon” to mix the glop all around the plate, letting it soak up all the nasty flavors of the diaper pail, before putting it in the microwave.

“Ok baby Julie” her mother began as they waited for the meal to warm up, a sturdy clothespin still fastened to the older woman’s nose. “Do you have anything you want to say to mommy before we start your stinky supper?” Julie whimpered, knowing that she had better respond as her mommy wished or face even worse punishment later.

“I’m sorry for being a naughty stinky potty pants” she said, humiliated. “Please punish me severely so I can learn to be a good girl.”

“Very good!” Her mother remarked, glad Julie had finally learned to give a proper apology. The microwave beeped and the woman quickly grabbed the tray of warm nasty slop. “Now then, open wide for the choo-choo!”

Before Julie could think a huge spoonful of the nasty babyfood was rushing towards her lips, and she quickly opened her mouth to accept the first bite of her meal. Almost immediately she wanted to throw up, the terrible flavor of the pail’s odors having deeply mingled with the yucky toddler mush, and the microwave had turned the whole concoction to culinary torture. However Julie knew the punishment for trying to resist would be a session with the feeding gag, and she forced herself to choke down spoonful after spoonful.

“How do you like your doo doo dinner, Julie?” her mother asked in a mocking tone.

“It’s awful!” Julie choked out between her mother’s aggressive spoonfuls. “It tastes like eating a dirty diaper!”

“Poor baby. Well maybe this will teach you to stop pooping in your diapers so mommy can’t punish you with them.” Julie’s mother reached beside her for the stained baby bottle, forcing the soiled nipple to her daughter’s lips. “Suck” she demanded and Julie reluctantly obliged, the sour-tasting bulb filling her mouth. The mixture of sickly-sweet formula and the rotten taste of the nasty nipple made for a truly horrendous drink, and Julie hurriedly gulped down her liquid meal to try and get it over with as quickly as possible. “What a thirsty girl!” her mommy mocked, Julie whimpering as the nipple was removed, only for another assault by the stinky spoon to continue filling her cheeks with horrible baby slop. Struggling to keep up with her mother’s pace, Julie couldn’t help but let some of the food smeared on her face, or drip onto her “stinky girl” bib. Yet mommy showed no signs of relenting, simply spooning up whatever Julie dropped and forcing it between her lips.

As Julie’s tummy grew to bursting with her messy meal, she became aware of an obvious rumbling in her gut. Unknown to her, Julie’s formula had likely been laced with a fast-acting laxative, which combined with the awful food was causing a great disturbance in her digestive system. Julie moaned in agony as her stomach began to tie itself in knots. “Mommy my tummy--” she whined, rushing to get the words out before another spoonful of food cut her off.

“Uh oh” her mother answered mockingly. “Is a naughty little baby girl about to make yet another poopy diaper for mommy?” The woman grabbed the seat beneath Julie, pulling away a circular section right below the girl’s butt, something which had been designed to give Julie room to make one of her sizable messy eliminations without needing to unstrap her. “There you go my potty pants daughter, all ready to fill your diapers. But don’t think you get a potty break. You’d better keep eating your dirty diaper dinner while you make your mess, or you’re in for it!”

Julie whimpered loudly as her cheeks continued to fill with warm baby mush, while at the same time she began to void herself, pushing a different kind of warm baby mush right into the seat of her pampers. The feeling of being filled up with babyfood while simultaneously emptying her bowels was truly horrendous, as if what she was fed was immediately passing through her body and right into her diapers. The overwhelming shame of it all finally struck her, and Julie began to cry, tears running down her face as she gagged on another visit by the filthy formula, her diapers growing heavy and soggy as she continued to mess herself. 

Her mommy just smiled, glad to see Julie was learning her lesson.

At 7PM sharp, Julie was locked into her crib for her regular baby bedtime. She still wore the filthy diapers from earlier, now sealed in a tight pair of pink rubber pants. Already she felt herself getting an awful diaper rash, and she moaned at the discomfort of the cold sticky mass in her pampers. Mommy had also chosen to leave the nasty remnants of babyfood caked on her face, and the torturous smell of that horrible mush was making it impossible for her to sleep.

Stirring there in the crib, pulling her teddy tight and sucking pitifully on her pacifier gag, she had a thought. “Only 365 days until my next dirty diaper dinner…” She sighed around her gag and closed her eyes, trying her best to find a moment of peace after yet another truly horrid punishment day.