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Good Sissies Don't Cum

By Horatio Husky

Featuring Gabe, the Sissy Bitch Bunny

1. Lunch

The bunny pawed pathetically against the outer lining of his pink, plastic pants as the gurgling in his stomach grew louder and louder.

The need to vacate as well as fill his inside was an intense sensation that caused him no end of frustration as the steel cage still snuggly secured around his "princess bits" refused to allow him any expression of pleasure whatsoever.

He guessed it must be approaching noon or so, for the only indication of what time of day it was judging from the sunlight streaming from his nursery window into his playpen, inside of which he was placed.

The only company he had was a large stuffed animal version of himself, dressed up in a pink diaper with a lock on its front sporting a heart shape instead of the keyhole, as well as the same dress, mittens, booties, and paci-gag that he was clad in.

It seemed like adding insult to injury, but Gabriel still allowed himself to find solace in cuddling the stuffed animal, as it was a better alternative than nothing.

In addition to that, he knew he would get admonished by Antoinette if he didn't smother it with attention, as she had made a big deal out of having it made for him.

"A gift fit for a sissy princess! I hope you like her!"

She exclaimed with enthusiasm, meeting her partially sly gaze with his disappointed one as he had picked the doll up with both of his clumsy, mittened paws. Looking it over and matching its dress to his own.

"F-fankwoos..." he mumbled into his paci-gag, which was rewarded by a few soft pats on his head by the bovine.

Now however he was hoping for more attention from his mommy, as the hunger building in his stomach was one that he was having difficulty ignoring.

Especially because there was nothing to do in the playpen but sit obediently and wait, which he had a needling suspicion the bovine was doing to him on purpose. Giving him some much needed time to gather his thoughts about the current situation.

To his slight relief and feeling of trepidation, the door to his nursery opened and inside strode the bovine, a towel was thrown over her shoulder and a cheerful expression on her muzzle.

"Lunchtime little one! I even put a towel over my shoulder so when you drool and dribble you don't stain Mommy's clothes! Now let's get you out of that playpen, sweetie."

Opening the tall gate that let into the playpen, Antoinette bent over and grasped the bunny underneath his armpits, the soaked front of his diapers preventing his legs from properly closing together as he was lifted into the arms of his caretaker, who placed a protective hand underneath his bottom.

"There we go, time to get the baby bunny something yummy in her tummy!"

At the usage of female pronouns, the rabbit whimpered softly into his pacifier, wrapping his arms compliantly around the neck of Antoinette as she turned around and carried him out of the nursery, humming a melody as she went along.

Down the hallway and to the left into the kitchen, where Gabe's heart began to race and his face burned with embarrassment when he saw an oversized highchair waiting for him...

An impressive collection of straps and cuffs were installed on the piece of furniture, which the cow was soon buckling him into.

His diapers squelched softly as she placed him down in his seat, bringing up the bottom strap that went over the front of his pink diapers and connected to several others that went around his waist, chest, and over his shoulders.

The various buckles clicked into place with dull, heavy noises indicating to the pink-dressed bunny that he was not getting out of the high chair any time too soon, especially not while his paws were bound in locked mittens.

Leaning down she gently guided each one of his paws into the ankle cuffs and secured his wrists to cuffs that were installed underneath the sliding table, which she then clicked into place as well.

Fully incapacitated, Gabriel could now only wait in trepidation at what other security measures would come next, all while the pressure in his bladder was only continuing to build.

"Now then, let's put you into something a little more suitable for lunchtime!"

Reaching behind his head the bovine unstrapped the pacifier and gently guided it out of his muzzle. For a few seconds, he flexed his jaw, which had cramped slightly in his gagged state.

He didn't have long though, because before he knew it the cow had pinched his nostrils together, and as he instinctively opened his mouth to breath she thrust a metal ring into his jaw, which held it open in an 'o' shape.

"Ahhhgllarrgh glah!"

Antoinette clucked her tongue and scratched the rabbit underneath his chin saying.

"Aww, the little cutie is trying to speak up! I'm sure you'll learn those big girl words one day."

As Gabriel tried unsuccessfully to work his tongue against the metal ring, his caretaker had padded over to the kitchen counter and returned with what looked like a large bowl of green mush.

"Split pea soup just for my good little girl! Now open wide, and let the plane land on your little pink tongue!"

Antoinette then proceeded to scoop and attempt to put various amounts of the soup into Gabriel's waiting mouth, although he flinched and cringed at every spoonful. She was determined to feed him the entire bowl. Even if most of the soup fell out of Gabriel's open mouth and dribbled all down the front of his dress.

All the while the cow cooed and giggled at him, commenting on how much of a messy princess he was and how he was going to need a bath after lunch!

After what seemed like ages and with little success of getting any amount of the soup inside of him, he finished the bowl.

His face, slide-in table, and the majority of the front of his dress were speckled with dribbles of his drool and uneaten soup, making it seem like he had barely managed to keep himself from playing in the stuff and spreading it all over.

"Oh what a cute little mess we have here! Mommy's going to want to remember this one!"

She strode out of the room for a minute, returning with a camera clutched in her hands Gabriel struggled and tugged at his restraints to no avail, his cheeks flushed with red as she took several pictures of him covered in his lunch and garbed in his sissy bunny outfit.

Just as Gabriel thought he was going to die of embarrassment his stomach voiced itself once again, and he realized that the little amount of food that had made it into his stomach did little to alleviate the large hunger that was still plaguing his insides.

"Oopsy daisy, Mommy almost forgot about the second half of lunch! I'm sure this will fill you up much better than the soup!"

Putting the camera down on the counter she padded over to the refrigerator from which she withdrew several large bags of what looked like white liquid.

Placing the large bags into the microwave she set it onto a few minutes as she unfolded an IV stand retrieved from underneath the sink.

"Now where did I put that? oh there it is!"

Once more she reached under the counter and withdrew what Gabriel soon recognized with a sinking sensation in his stomach to be a feeding tube with a large bulbed pacifier attached to the end.

"I don't even have to take out the ring, the pieces fit together!"

Antoinette explained cheerfully, as she took out the bags of formula from the microwave and set them up on the IV stand.

"I think three of these should suffice, I need to make sure my little baby princess doesn't feel hungry anymore!"

She pup the pacifier bulb into his already open mouth, and with little choice to do otherwise, Gabriel began to gulp down the liquid that was being poured into him from the bags.

The liquid, thankfully, tasted significantly better than the split pea soup, but by the fourth or fifth mouthful of liquid, he was beginning to grow tired of the taste.

Soon enough his stomach was going from growly to feel bloated.

The bovine stayed only to switch out the bags and to coo at how much of a good little girl he was drinking up all of his formula.

Tears began to form in his eyes and he strained against his restraints, the pressure on his bladder now significantly increased by the added weight to his stomach pressing down upon it as he started on his third bag.

Two lines of formula were drooling down onto his dress from the corner of his mouth, a detail that the bovine did not miss upon as she snapped yet another picture of her charge.

After what felt like ages, the rabbit finished the last bag of formula with a gasp of relief as Antoinette removed the pacifier bulb from his almost aching mouth.

The bovine then retrieved a pink washcloth and began to dab lovingly at the mess that had managed to escape from his mouth, cooing softly and commenting on how much of a messy baby she had on her hands.

Gabriel blushed profusely and squirmed as much as the strict restraints would allow him to as she did so, feeling utterly helpless as she helped clean him up.

Removing the ring as well, she clipped a pacifier strap and pink pacifier into his muzzle with a warning of, "Now if I see this pacifier fall out of your mouth I'm going to replace it with soap, understand?"

To which he had nodded fervently, sucking pathetically on the pacifier.

The bovine tidied up the kitchen as the rabbit began to grunt and groan, unable to help himself as the pressure and heat in his bottom and bladder steadily grew to an unbearable feeling.

At last, he could hold it no longer as a wave of cramps hit him and his bowels convulsed.

With a series of squelching and farting noises, he emptied himself into the back seat of his diaper, flooding the front in sync as the diaper around his waist suddenly grew warm and wet with the sheer amount of mess he was pushing into it.

His nostrils flared as the smell reached them and he let loose a few small cries into his pacifier, the intensity of voiding his bowels causing sweat to break out on his brow as he scrunched his face together, feeling relieved and exhausted from emptying helplessly into his pants.

"Goodness me you really had to go there! I should probably start putting some more laxatives into your food to help you go better."

The bovine wasted no time, in the beginning, to tease her charge, who panted into his pacifier, cheeks flaring as the straps and his upright sitting stance forced him to sit directly on top of the mushy and soggy mess he made.

"Too bad I have to go run a few errands now, mommies like me still have to do adult things even when their little ones want to play! Be a good little sissy bunny and stay put strapped in your high chair while I go out, okay sweetie?"

Suddenly a surge of panic welled up inside of Gabriel, and forgetting himself he opened his mouth causing his pacifier to fall out and onto the slide-in table of the highchair, he exclaimed.

"M-mommy wait! Don't leave me!"

Blood rushed into his cheeks as the bovine turned around with an ecstatic expression on her face, her lips spread wide into a beam of obvious delight.

"Oh my goodness! My little one just said her first word! And it's Mommy's name!"

Striding forward she gently cupped Gabriel's cheek in one of her hands, cooing affectionately as she slid the pacifier back into his mouth, his lips willingly accepting it as his cheeks burned.

"Too bad I couldn't understand the rest of those little babbles that followed after, but that's what the pacifier for isn't it, sweetie? Now make sure it doesn't fall out of your mouth while Mommy's gone now!"

Antoinette leaned down to kiss him gently on the cheek, eliciting more blushing and whimpering from the sissy bunny.

Waving cheerfully behind, the bovine shouldered her purse and left the house with a click as she turned around to lock the door behind her.

Gabriel was left in silence, only able to hear his whimpering and the soft thumping noise of the washing machine downstairs.

The steel cage installed snuggly on his dick prevented him from feeling any of the soft, soaked interior of his diapers while the rest of his legs and butt were now covered with the mess that had thundered out of his bottom.

He shifted, feeling as if his behind were covered with mud and clay he let out a little bit more pee into the front of his diapers, feeling the material swell and press up against the straps still holding him snuggly in.

He wished he could at least paw at the harness, the round ends of his mittens completely useless in attempting to snap open the bondage that held him still, but his hands were still securely bound to the table right above his knees.

He couldn't even kick his legs for entertainment, for the cuffs held his legs wide open and spread apart, thus all of his weight was distributed onto the butt that sat in a very messy diaper.

Gabriel strained his head, trying to peek over the side of the entrance to the living room to peek at the clock, but was unable to do even that.

A small grumble came from his insides, and another familiar cramp hit him as he realized what was happening again.

With a wet 'blort!' Gabriel once more messed helplessly into his pink, princess diapers waiting apprehensively for his mommy to come back and change him from his thoroughly used diapers.

He shifted once again, feeling the new release of warmth radiating back into him as he felt the front of his diapers once more grow in size as he wet them.

He whined, and would have covered his face with his ears had his hands been free.

He had a distinct feeling that it was going to be a while before his mommy returned to change him.