Chapter 33 — Helpless Baby

Elara couldn’t shake the lingering burn of humiliation from earlier on the training grounds. The rest of the day had, mercifully, passed without any further disasters worse than being changed in full view of her classmates. After that mortifying spectacle, nursing a pacifier during lectures suddenly felt like a minor inconvenience. She’d endured the snickers and sly looks through the remaining classes, keeping her head down and her focus sharp to avoid giving anyone more ammunition.

Dinner had been little better. When Elara sat down at the dining hall, expecting something halfway normal, she was met with a tray of pureed baby food—mushy carrots and some unidentifiable beige slop—instead of the usual fare. Quinn had apparently spoken to the staff ahead of time, arranging this little “treat” with a barely concealed smirk. The other students around them didn’t even try to hide their amusement, whispering and chuckling as Elara spooned up the bland paste under Quinn’s watchful eye. “Eat it all up,” Quinn had murmured with a grin. “Got to keep my girl nice and healthy.” The words only deepened the flush on Elara’s cheeks as she forced down every bite.

But it was when they returned to their dorm that evening that Elara discovered what Quinn had truly planned for her. After shutting the door behind them, Quinn guided her over to her crib. “Come here,” she said softly, sitting down first and patting her lap. Exhausted from the day’s humiliations, Elara hesitated only a moment before complying, curling up against Quinn’s chest as those arms wrapped around her securely. It could have been utterly relaxing—a rare moment of quiet comfort—if not for what came next.

Quinn reached for a bottle of formula she’d prepared earlier, the pale liquid sloshing inside as she held it up. “Time for your evening feed,” she said, her tone a mix of mock sweetness and undeniable command. She adjusted Elara’s position slightly, cradling her head in the crook of one arm while bringing the nipple of the bottle to her lips. “Open up now. You’ve had a long day, and I want to make sure you’re taken care of.”

Elara’s face heated again, but she parted her lips reluctantly, letting the rubber tip slip into her mouth. The formula was lukewarm, mildly sweet but with an odd chalky aftertaste that made her grimace internally. She sucked lightly at first, feeling the liquid trickle down her throat as Quinn tilted the bottle just right to keep it flowing steadily.

“That’s it,” Quinn praised in a low murmur, her free hand stroking gently along Elara’s side as she fed her. “Just relax for me. Let me take care of everything tonight.” Her fingers traced slow circles over Elara’s hip through the thin fabric of her top, grounding yet teasing all at once while she kept the bottle steady.

Elara shifted slightly in her lap, torn between embarrassment at being fed like this—like some helpless infant—and an unexpected warmth blooming from how close they were pressed together. The weight of Quinn’s arm around her shoulders felt oddly secure despite everything, though each swallow of formula reminded her just how far this dynamic had pushed past normal boundaries today alone.

“You look so sweet like this,” Quinn continued quietly after another minute passed with nothing but soft sucking sounds filling their dorm room. “All curled up tight against me, drinking your bottle without fussing too much, finally—almost makes up for all those glares out there earlier.”

Elara pulled back briefly off the nipple tip: “Don’t get used to it.”

Quinn just laughed under her breath, vibrating through her chest. “Oh, I think we’re well past pretending you don’t secretly enjoy parts of this deep down somewhere inside that stubborn skull of yours, darling.”

Elara drained the last of the formula from the bottle, the empty container making a soft sucking noise as she pulled it away from her lips. She shifted, intending to climb off Quinn’s lap and put some distance between them after the intimate feeding session. But before she could move far, Quinn’s arms tightened around her, keeping her firmly in place. Elara shot her a questioning look, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Then Quinn’s grin spread wide, mischievous and unapologetic. She tugged down the neckline of her top with one hand, freeing her breasts from the fabric. Her skin was soft and pale under the dim dorm light, nipples already perked as she offered one to Elara. “Go on,” she murmured, voice low and teasing. “You’re not done yet.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Elara whined, her tone a mix of exasperation and disbelief as she stared at the bare flesh inches from her face. Her cheeks flushed deeper, but Quinn didn’t give her a chance to protest further. She cupped the back of Elara’s head gently but insistently, guiding her forward until her lips brushed against the warm, soft curve of her breast.

“Come on now,” Quinn urged, pressing herself closer until the nipple nudged past Elara’s lips. “Don’t act like you don’t want a taste. Be a good girl for me.”

Elara groaned, the sound muffled as she latched on properly. The warmth of Quinn’s skin against her tongue was startling at first, intimate in a way that made her pulse quicken despite herself. She sucked lightly, feeling the firm bud under her lips while Quinn let out a quiet hum of approval above her.

“There we go,” Quinn said, her hand stroking through Elara’s hair as she kept her cradled close. “Knew you’d come around. Feels nice, doesn’t it? Just relax and let me take care of you like this.” Her fingers trailed along the nape of Elara’s neck, encouraging her to settle deeper into the position, curled up tight in her lap.

Elara’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, caught between embarrassment and the strange comfort of it all. The taste was subtle—skin and warmth more than anything—but it was the closeness that hit harder, the way Quinn’s heartbeat thrummed faintly beneath her cheek as she continued to nurse. Her hands twitched where they rested on Quinn’s thigh, unsure whether to push away or hold on tighter.

“Fuck, you look so damn cute right now,” Quinn breathed out after a minute, her voice dropping lower with something heavier than just teasing. “Sucking on me like that… makes me wanna keep you here all night.” She shifted slightly beneath Elara, adjusting her so their bodies pressed even closer together, her other hand sliding down to rest possessively on her hip.

Elara pulled back just enough to mutter against damp skin, “This is ridiculous.” Her breath came hot and uneven, betraying how much it was getting to her even as she tried to sound annoyed.

“Ridiculous or not, you’re still doing it,” Quinn shot back with a smirk audible in her tone. “And I can tell you’re into it. Don’t stop now—give me a little more before I let you up.” She pressed Elara’s head back down gently, urging her lips back into place as her own breathing grew just a touch heavier.

With another muffled groan, Elara complied, latching on again while heat coiled low in her belly. The rhythmic pull of her mouth matched the slow strokes of Quinn’s hand through her hair, each touch dragging her deeper into this bizarrely intimate moment neither seemed willing to break just yet.

Elara pulled away from Quinn’s breast after a few more moments, her lips parting with a soft, wet sound as she caught her breath. Her face was flushed, and before she could even think about moving, Quinn shifted her position, lifting Elara slightly to rest against her shoulder. “Hold still,” Quinn said with a playful lilt, patting her back firmly. A small burp escaped Elara’s lips, and her cheeks burned hotter than ever at the infantilizing gesture.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” Elara muttered, squirming in embarrassment as Quinn chuckled.

“Very serious,” Quinn replied, easing her back down into her lap with a wide grin. “In fact, you’re going to get to experience being a completely helpless baby tonight.” She leaned back against the crib they’d set up in the corner of their dorm, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Do I even want to know?” Elara mumbled, rubbing at her face as if she could wipe away the lingering shame of the day.

Quinn’s grin only widened, and she reached behind her back, pulling out a straitjacket made of sturdy white canvas, complete with long sleeves and buckles dangling from the ends. She held it up like a prize, letting it unfold in front of Elara’s stunned gaze.

“Where the fuck did you even get that?!” Elara exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at the garment. Her heart raced, half from disbelief and half from a nervous anticipation she didn’t want to admit to.

Quinn just smiled, tilting her head. “I have my ways. Let’s just say I know how to get what I need for my girl. Now, are you going to wear it willingly, or do I have to give you a spanking first?”

Elara chewed her lip, her mind spinning as she eyed the jacket. “But what purpose could it possibly serve?” she whined, her voice tinged with both frustration and curiosity despite herself.

“It shows that you’re compliant,” Quinn explained, her tone smooth and coaxing. “That you’re willing to be my helpless little baby, fully dependent on your caregiver. Come on, just try it. It’ll be fun.” She didn’t wait for a full answer, already guiding Elara’s arms toward the open sleeves of the jacket. “Lift your hands for me.”

Elara hesitated, her breath hitching as she felt the rough fabric brush against her skin. “This is insane,” she muttered under her breath, but she let Quinn slide the jacket over her shoulders anyway, the heavy material settling around her torso. The sleeves hung loose for now, but she could already imagine how restrictive they would be once buckled up.

“Insane or not, you’re doing it,” Quinn said, smirking as she fastened the straps across Elara’s chest, pulling them snug but not too tight. “Look at you, already starting to look the part. Arms out now—let me get these secured.”

Elara sighed heavily but extended her arms as instructed, watching as Quinn crossed them over her chest and threaded the long sleeves through loops on either side. The buckles clicked shut one by one behind her back, locking her into the restraint. She tested it instinctively, tugging lightly, only to find her movement completely restricted—her hands trapped against herself with no way to reach anything.

“See? Totally helpless now,” Quinn purred, stepping back to admire her work. She ran a hand along Elara’s shoulder, tracing down to where the fabric held tight. “Can’t do a thing without me. How does it feel?”

“Like I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Elara grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in the crib. The straitjacket forced her posture rigid, and every small wiggle only reminded her how little control she had. Her bare thighs pressed together beneath the diaper still snug around her hips, adding another layer of vulnerability to the whole setup.

“You’ll get used to it,” Quinn teased, climbing into the crib beside her and pulling Elara close so she was nestled against her side. “Just lean on me. That’s all you’ve got to do tonight—let me handle everything. My sweet little baby can’t even lift a finger now.”

“Don’t rub it in,” Elara shot back weakly, though there was no real bite to her words. Being pressed against Quinn’s warmth while so utterly restrained stirred something confusing in her—a mix of frustration and an odd sense of security she didn’t expect.

“Oh, I’m definitely rubbing it in,” Quinn laughed softly, slipping an arm around her bound form and squeezing lightly. “You’re stuck like this until I say otherwise. Might even keep you in it all night if you’re good—or if you’re naughty enough to make me want to tease you more.”

Quinn stretched out beside Elara in the crib, her body pressing close as she murmured, “There’s something else I’ve always wanted to do.” Her voice carried a playful edge as she shifted, peeling off her top and sliding out of her skirt until she was down to just the thick diaper hugging her hips. The crinkle of the padding filled the quiet dorm room as she settled back against the bedding, her bare skin catching the faint light.

“Do I even want to know?” Elara muttered, wriggling helplessly in the straitjacket. The restraints kept her arms pinned tight across her chest, her movements limited to futile little twists as she tried to turn her head to see what Quinn was up to.

Quinn let out a soft giggle. “It’s to make you a cuckqueen. But since it’s just the two of us here… I suppose you’ll have to settle for watching me play with myself.” Her fingers dipped lower, pressing against the front of her diaper, rubbing slow circles through the padded material.

Elara’s entire body flushed a deep crimson, heat prickling from her cheeks down to her chest as she managed to angle herself just enough to catch sight of Quinn. The other girl was sprawled out confidently, legs slightly spread, one hand working lazily over the bulge of her diaper while the other rested behind her head like she was putting on a show. Her bare breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples hard in the cool air, and the faintest smirk played on her lips.

“And there’s nothing you can do about it,” Quinn added, her grin turning wicked as she locked eyes with Elara.