Chapter 64: tylers punishment part 2

A few hours passed, and Tyler had been changed multiple times, either by Miss Harper or Jordan. Just as he was settling into a brief moment of peace, the front door opened. Mrs. Faulkner walked in, setting down her bag and stretching from a long day.

As she glanced around the room, her eyes landed on Tyler in his pink, polka-dotted onesie. A smirk crossed her face as she took in the sight.

"Well, isn't that just adorable?" she said with a chuckle.

Tyler's face turned scarlet, his embarrassment reaching new heights as Jordan barely contained his laughter. He covered his face with his hands, realizing this was going to be a very long day.

Mrs. Faulkner stopped chuckling to herself about Tyler’s outfit and turned to Miss Harper with a curious expression. "Alright, I’ve got to hear this. What exactly did I miss while I was gone?"

Miss Harper smirked as she set down her coffee cup. "Oh, where do I begin?" she mused before launching into the full story.

She explained how Tyler had tried to sneak to the bathroom despite the rules, only to be caught red-handed. She described how he had stubbornly refused to eat, forcing her to enlist Jordan’s help in feeding him like a baby. As she continued, Mrs. Faulkner listened with amusement, shaking her head at each new detail.

"You should have seen his face when I told Jordan to pinch his nose to make him open up," Miss Harper chuckled. "One spoonful of mashed broccoli and peas, and I thought he was going to pass out from sheer disgust."

Mrs. Faulkner grinned. "I bet that knocked the attitude right out of him."

"Oh, that was just the beginning," Miss Harper continued. "After that, he had to be fed his bottle while sitting on Jordan’s lap, and let’s just say… I made sure he got a little ‘extra’ in his milk."

Mrs. Faulkner raised an eyebrow. "Extra?"

Miss Harper nodded, lowering her voice slightly. "A little something to speed up the process of him understanding exactly what Alex and Jake go through. And, well… let’s just say it worked. He didn’t last long before he was filling that diaper—again and again."

Mrs. Faulkner let out a deep laugh. "Oh, I wish I’d been here to see it! So, who ended up changing him?"

"Jordan, of course," Miss Harper said, casting a glance at the boy in question, who grinned proudly. "He was more than happy to help, and I made sure Tyler got the full treatment. Fresh diaper, cute onesie, and—" she gestured toward Tyler, still sulking with his pacifier in his mouth—"a little something to keep him quiet."

Mrs. Faulkner couldn’t contain her laughter. She looked down at Tyler, whose face was burning red with embarrassment, and patted his head. "Well, well… I hope you learned your lesson, young man."

Tyler muttered something behind his pacifier, but it was too muffled to be understood. Mrs. Faulkner smirked. "Good. Because I don’t think Miss Harper and Jordan are done with you just yet."

Tyler groaned, realizing that his humiliation was far from over.

Miss Harper clapped her hands together with a knowing smile. "I think it’s about time for dinner," she announced, glancing toward the boys. Then, she turned to Jordan, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Jordan, what baby food do you think Tyler would like tonight?" she asked sweetly.

Jordan grinned, rubbing his chin as if deep in thought. He looked over at Tyler, who was still sulking in his pink, polka-dotted onesie, his pacifier still in place. Tyler’s eyes widened with dread as Jordan’s smirk grew.

"Hmm… I think he’d love some strained peas… maybe a nice helping of mushed carrots to go with it," Jordan said, pretending to ponder further. "Ooh! And definitely some prune puree, just to keep things moving, you know?"

Tyler let out a muffled whimper behind his pacifier and shook his head frantically, but Miss Harper only chuckled. "Sounds like a perfect meal," she said, heading to the kitchen.

Tyler groaned, slumping in his seat. This was going to be a very long night.

Mrs. Faulkner headed into the kitchen, pulling out jars of baby food as she prepared Tyler’s meal. She made sure to include Jordan’s suggested menu—strained peas, mushed carrots, and a generous serving of prune puree. She couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of Tyler’s reaction.

Once she had Tyler’s food ready, she called out into the living room, “Jake, Alex! What baby food do you boys want for dinner?”

Jake perked up from where he was sitting with Miss Harper. “Apple and banana, please!” he called back excitedly.

Alex thought for a moment before grinning. “Can I have sweet potatoes and pears?”

Mrs. Faulkner chuckled as she grabbed the jars. “Of course, sweethearts,” she said. She then placed the prepared food onto a tray, along with a set of bibs, ready to start feeding time.

Meanwhile, Tyler sat in dread, watching as his fate was sealed.

As Mrs. Faulkner set the jars of baby food on the table, she called out, “Alright, boys, time for dinner!”

Jake and Alex eagerly got up, grinning as they took their seats, excited for their meal. Meanwhile, Tyler dragged his feet, his face scrunched in reluctant defeat as he shuffled over to the table. He hesitated for a moment before finally sitting down, his pink onesie making him feel even more ridiculous.

Miss Harper took her place beside Alex, cooing as she scooped up a spoonful of sweet potatoes and pears. “Here comes the airplane, Alex!” she said playfully, making the little boy giggle as he happily opened his mouth.

Mrs. Faulkner smiled warmly as she took charge of feeding Jake, scooping up his apples and bananas with ease. “Such a good eater,” she praised as he eagerly took bites, swinging his legs in his chair.

Jordan, meanwhile, sat beside Tyler with a devilish grin, spoon in hand. “Alright, buddy,” he teased, dipping the spoon into the mushed carrots. “Open up for the choo-choo train!”

Tyler glared at him, his lips firmly pressed together. “No way,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

Miss Harper sighed, pausing from feeding Alex to glance over. “Jordan, you know what to do,” she said with a knowing look.

Jordan’s grin widened as he pinched Tyler’s nose, forcing him to open his mouth for air. The moment Tyler gasped, Jordan wasted no time shoving in a big spoonful of mushy carrots.

Tyler gagged slightly, shuddering as he swallowed. His face twisted in disgust, and he barely had time to react before Jordan was already scooping up the next bite.

“C’mon, Tyler,” Jordan teased. “We’ve got a lot more to go.”

Tyler groaned, his humiliation only deepening as his "meal" continued.

After the boys ate Mrs faulkner then said alright bottle time.

Mrs. Faulkner chuckled to herself as she prepared the bottles, grabbing two filled with grape juice and one with prune juice. Just as she was about to take them back, she noticed a small bottle on the counter—Miss Harper’s "extra ingredient." With a smirk, she added a generous amount to the prune juice bottle before shaking it up.

Walking back into the living room, she handed Jake and Alex their grape juice bottles. “Here you go, sweethearts,” she cooed before turning to Jordan. “And for Tyler, this special one,” she said, handing over the prune juice bottle with an amused glint in her eye.

Jordan took it with a grin. “Oh, he’s gonna love this,” he whispered to himself before making his way to the couch, where the boys had already settled in.

Tyler sat down with a huff, crossing his arms. As he leaned forward, Mrs. Faulkner couldn’t help but burst into laughter when she noticed the words printed across the back of his onesie.

“Oh my,” she gasped between giggles, pointing. “Fudge Factory? That is too perfect!”

Miss Harper turned to look, covering her mouth as she chuckled. “Well, it certainly fits, doesn’t it?” she mused.

Tyler groaned, burying his face in his hands as Jordan plopped down beside him, shaking the bottle. “Alright, time for your bottle, buddy,” he said teasingly.

Tyler peeked through his fingers, immediately suspicious of the grin on Jordan’s face. “Wait… what kind of juice is that?” he asked hesitantly.

Jordan smirked. “Prune juice. Extra special, just for you.”

Tyler's stomach dropped. “Oh no…”

Tyler shook his head, lips pressed tightly together as Jordan held the bottle near his mouth. “No way,” he mumbled. “I’m not drinking that.”

Jordan sighed dramatically. “Come on, Tyler. It’s just juice.”

Mrs. Faulkner crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Tyler, you know the rules. You either drink it now, or we make things even more embarrassing for you.”

Tyler’s eyes darted between Mrs. Faulkner, Miss Harper, and Jordan. He knew from experience that resisting would only make things worse. But prune juice? He wasn’t stupid—he knew exactly what that would do to him.

Miss Harper knelt beside him, her voice calm but firm. “Tyler, you’ve already had a long day. Let’s not make it harder on yourself. Open up.”

Still, Tyler refused, shaking his head furiously.

Mrs. Faulkner sighed and looked at Jordan. “Pinch his nose.”

Jordan grinned. “With pleasure.”

Before Tyler could react, Jordan reached over and pinched his nose shut. Tyler struggled for a moment, but as the lack of air caught up with him, he had no choice but to gasp for breath—just as Jordan popped the bottle’s nipple into his mouth.

Tyler let out a muffled whimper as Jordan tilted the bottle upward, forcing him to drink. The prune juice flowed down his throat, its sickly-sweet taste making him gag slightly, but Jordan held firm, making sure he swallowed every drop.

Miss Harper smiled approvingly. “There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Tyler shot Jordan a glare over the bottle, cheeks burning with humiliation. Jordan just grinned. “Drink up, buddy. You’ll be needing another change soon enough.”

As they drank their bottles miss harper put on Paw Patrol

Tyler groaned again, shifting uncomfortably in Jordan’s lap as he continued drinking. “Seriously? Paw Patrol? We’re fifteen! Can’t we watch something for people our age?”

Mrs. Faulkner smirked from her chair. “Oh, but Tyler, after the day you’ve had, I’d say this is exactly your speed.”

Miss Harper simply chuckled as she adjusted Jake and Alex, letting them snuggle closer while they drank their bottles. “Oh, I think this is just perfect for you boys,” she said with a teasing smile.

Jordan ruffled Tyler’s hair. “Yeah, come on, buddy. It’s colorful, fun, and it even teaches life lessons—just like today did for you.”

Tyler huffed through his nose, rolling his eyes. “This is so unfair…”

Miss Harper chuckled, glancing at the bottle still half-full in his hands. “Keep pouting, and I might just find a pacifier to keep that little mouth of yours busy instead.”

Tyler’s face burned red as he quickly turned back to his bottle, finishing it without another word.

Tyler barely had time to process his frustration before a sharp cramp twisted his stomach. His eyes widened in alarm as he clutched his belly. “Oh no…” he whispered.

Jordan, still holding onto him, noticed the shift immediately. “Something wrong, buddy?” he asked with a knowing smirk.

Tyler swallowed hard, his face paling as another cramp hit. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. “I… I think I need the—”

Miss Harper cut him off with a raised eyebrow. “The what, Tyler? The bathroom?”

Tyler nodded desperately. “Yes! Please, I—”

Mrs. Faulkner crossed her arms, looking entirely unimpressed. “Oh, sweetheart, I thought we went over this already. That’s not an option for you today.”

“No… no, please, you don’t understand—” Tyler squirmed, trying to hold back the inevitable. But the powerful laxatives worked fast, and his body gave him no choice.

With one final cramp, his stomach clenched, and his face contorted in pure humiliation as the mess forced its way into his already padded bottom. The warmth spread rapidly, and the sheer amount made his diaper sag heavily between his legs.

The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes on Tyler as he sat frozen, his face burning red with shame. Jordan bit his lip, barely holding in his laughter. Mrs. Faulkner shook her head with a chuckle.

Miss Harper sighed dramatically. “Well, well, looks like someone’s little ‘Fudge Factory’ is living up to its name.”

Tyler groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I hate this…”

Jordan patted his back with mock sympathy. “Don’t worry, bud. I’ll take care of you.”

Tyler looked up at him in horror. “Oh, come on, not you again!”

Jordan grinned, already grabbing the changing supplies. “Oh yes, me again.”