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I woke up on the floor of the nursery, in a diaper that was more wet than when I had fallen asleep. The cold damp diaper was uncomfortable to say the least, but of course I wasn’t allowed to touch my diaper, let alone take it off. I would only get it off if someone came to change me, and the only way to get someone to come… was to cry. The discomfort built, and the more uncomfortable I got, the more I could feel the emotions rising. Within in a minute of waking up, the pacifier fell out of my mouth and I was producing a wailing cry. A new babysitter burst into my nursery and scooped me right off the ground, bouncing me back and forth.
She laid me down on the changing table, and starting talking to me while she changed me into a thick new diaper, “I’m sorry that you’re cold baby, Aunty Lisa didn’t change you before she left, but I’ll take care of you!” She powdered, diapered, and taped me up, then plopped a pacifier back in my mouth which I was helpless to resist. “I know what might cheer you up though, why don’t I take our little girl to the park! Let’s put on a cute outfit and go!”
“We don’t want our baby to get cold!” is what she said as she layered me in girly pink shirts, frilly diaper covers, and a pink fuzzy top to match. Before long I was sitting on a play mat in the center of the park, where everyone could see me, the oversized infant, playing with toys. But, my larger concern was my stomach, which had been bothering me since before I took my nap. The stomach pains had been growing, but of course my body wouldn’t let me do anything to stop what was about to happen.
One final stomach pain was enough to trigger my hypnosis. I instinctively got on my hands and knees, shoved my butt into the air towards my new babysitter, and pushed. The mess came rushing out, quickly filling the diaper I was wearing. My new babysitter stared in disbelief before saying, “Wow, you really are a messy little princess, aren’t you?” Still locked in a crawling position she leaned forward and sniffed my butt, confirming that I had thoroughly messed my diapers.
“Well I guess I should change our messy little girl before she gets a rash!” I tried to argue that I should be taken to a changing room, but instead my body responded with “Me stinky stinky baby! Me make big mess in my diapee!” Why did I have to sound like such an infant? My new babysitter simply laughed as she undressed me, took off my soiled diaper, and changed me into a new one equipped with childish cartoons. She wrapped me up another diaper on top of that, encasing the thick mass between my legs with a white plastic cover. But Instead of stopping there she took off my shirt and put on a bonnet on my head.
I looked down at the ridiculous image of myself, a fully grown woman in a baby bonnet and diapers so thick I can’t even close my legs. I started to get upset at my appearance, which registered with my caretaker. “Oh darling don’t get upset! Hm, you did just empty your stomach into your diaper, maybe you’re hungry.” I knew what was going to happen, but I started to pray she brought bottles or baby food. No such luck.
She slipped her dress off of her shoulders, exposing a nursing bra. She pulled me onto her leg, exposed her nipple, and said, “Come here little one, you can suck on my breast just like my other little ones. Don’t be shy, you look adorable and just like them!” My body was incapable of refusing. My mouth was already salivating when she started to lower her dress, I eagerly sucked at her breast while she hummed a lullaby and gently rocked me back and forth. My stomach quickly filled with the warm liquid, which left me feeling drowsy. Soon after she finished breastfeeding me, she packed up my toys and drove me home.
By the time we got back to the house, I was practically asleep. She carried me up to the nursery and laid me on the floor so she could change me. As she removed the bonnet and put me in a soft blue shirt, she pushed a pacifier into my mouth and said, “Okay babygirl, I might not be here when you wake up, so be good for your next babysitter. Your mommy said she would be home soon with your new sister, so keep being a good girl while she’s gone.”
She lifted me from the floor and gently placed me into my crib along with some of my stuffed animals. She stopped for a minute and just stared at me with a gentle smile. But the smile slowly went from loving to sinister… she looked down at me and almost chuckled, “Ha ha, you know what… I’m not gunna be here when you wake up, so I won’t be the one to have to change you. In that case…. You really are a Messy Diaper Princess aren’t you?”
No no no no! My body rolled over in the crib and forced itself onto my hands and knees. How did she even know my trigger phrase?! Mommy must have left a list of them just incase I was misbehaving, but I didn’t even do anything! My ass rose into the air, and helpless to fight it, I slowly looked back at the babysitter, my eyes pleading for mercy. She simply smirked in return as a surge of mess flooded my diaper. The act was loud and unpleasant, the smell quickly filled the room, and there was nothing I could do but sit there as my body happily forced the mess into my diaper.
With nothing left to enter the diaper, my diapered butt still lingered in the air, my body frozen after the act it just performed. My babysitter, still hovering above me, leaned down into crib. She pinched her nose and mocked me saying, “Pee Yew! Wow you really did make a mess of yourself!” She reached her hand in and firmly pushed the seat of my diaper, forcing the hot mess back against my skin. She gave my diapered butt a hard smack, and then turned towards the door. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes and a heavy cry coming, but before I could begin she uttered another one of my trigger phrases, “Nighty night, babygirl” and just like that I collapsed in the crib, sound asleep.
Part 2 of a multi-part story, a bit longer and darker than what I usually write. Let me know what you think, should I continue?
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Mommy’s Trip: Part 2
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I woke up on the floor of the nursery, in a diaper that was more wet than when I had fallen asleep. The cold damp diaper was uncomfortable to say the least, but of course I wasn’t allowed to touch my diaper, let alone take it off. I would only get it off if someone came to change me, and the only way to get someone to come… was to cry. The discomfort built, and the more uncomfortable I got, the more I could feel the emotions rising. Within in a minute of waking up, the pacifier fell out of my mouth and I was producing a wailing cry. A new babysitter burst into my nursery and scooped me right off the ground, bouncing me back and forth.
She laid me down on the changing table, and starting talking to me while she changed me into a thick new diaper, “I’m sorry that you’re cold baby, Aunty Lisa didn’t change you before she left, but I’ll take care of you!” She powdered, diapered, and taped me up, then plopped a pacifier back in my mouth which I was helpless to resist. “I know what might cheer you up though, why don’t I take our little girl to the park! Let’s put on a cute outfit and go!”
“We don’t want our baby to get cold!” is what she said as she layered me in girly pink shirts, frilly diaper covers, and a pink fuzzy top to match. Before long I was sitting on a play mat in the center of the park, where everyone could see me, the oversized infant, playing with toys. But, my larger concern was my stomach, which had been bothering me since before I took my nap. The stomach pains had been growing, but of course my body wouldn’t let me do anything to stop what was about to happen.
One final stomach pain was enough to trigger my hypnosis. I instinctively got on my hands and knees, shoved my butt into the air towards my new babysitter, and pushed. The mess came rushing out, quickly filling the diaper I was wearing. My new babysitter stared in disbelief before saying, “Wow, you really are a messy little princess, aren’t you?” Still locked in a crawling position she leaned forward and sniffed my butt, confirming that I had thoroughly messed my diapers.
“Well I guess I should change our messy little girl before she gets a rash!” I tried to argue that I should be taken to a changing room, but instead my body responded with “Me stinky stinky baby! Me make big mess in my diapee!” Why did I have to sound like such an infant? My new babysitter simply laughed as she undressed me, took off my soiled diaper, and changed me into a new one equipped with childish cartoons. She wrapped me up another diaper on top of that, encasing the thick mass between my legs with a white plastic cover. But Instead of stopping there she took off my shirt and put on a bonnet on my head.
I looked down at the ridiculous image of myself, a fully grown woman in a baby bonnet and diapers so thick I can’t even close my legs. I started to get upset at my appearance, which registered with my caretaker. “Oh darling don’t get upset! Hm, you did just empty your stomach into your diaper, maybe you’re hungry.” I knew what was going to happen, but I started to pray she brought bottles or baby food. No such luck.
She slipped her dress off of her shoulders, exposing a nursing bra. She pulled me onto her leg, exposed her nipple, and said, “Come here little one, you can suck on my breast just like my other little ones. Don’t be shy, you look adorable and just like them!” My body was incapable of refusing. My mouth was already salivating when she started to lower her dress, I eagerly sucked at her breast while she hummed a lullaby and gently rocked me back and forth. My stomach quickly filled with the warm liquid, which left me feeling drowsy. Soon after she finished breastfeeding me, she packed up my toys and drove me home.
By the time we got back to the house, I was practically asleep. She carried me up to the nursery and laid me on the floor so she could change me. As she removed the bonnet and put me in a soft blue shirt, she pushed a pacifier into my mouth and said, “Okay babygirl, I might not be here when you wake up, so be good for your next babysitter. Your mommy said she would be home soon with your new sister, so keep being a good girl while she’s gone.”
She lifted me from the floor and gently placed me into my crib along with some of my stuffed animals. She stopped for a minute and just stared at me with a gentle smile. But the smile slowly went from loving to sinister… she looked down at me and almost chuckled, “Ha ha, you know what… I’m not gunna be here when you wake up, so I won’t be the one to have to change you. In that case…. You really are a Messy Diaper Princess aren’t you?”
No no no no! My body rolled over in the crib and forced itself onto my hands and knees. How did she even know my trigger phrase?! Mommy must have left a list of them just incase I was misbehaving, but I didn’t even do anything! My ass rose into the air, and helpless to fight it, I slowly looked back at the babysitter, my eyes pleading for mercy. She simply smirked in return as a surge of mess flooded my diaper. The act was loud and unpleasant, the smell quickly filled the room, and there was nothing I could do but sit there as my body happily forced the mess into my diaper.
With nothing left to enter the diaper, my diapered butt still lingered in the air, my body frozen after the act it just performed. My babysitter, still hovering above me, leaned down into crib. She pinched her nose and mocked me saying, “Pee Yew! Wow you really did make a mess of yourself!” She reached her hand in and firmly pushed the seat of my diaper, forcing the hot mess back against my skin. She gave my diapered butt a hard smack, and then turned towards the door. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes and a heavy cry coming, but before I could begin she uttered another one of my trigger phrases, “Nighty night, babygirl” and just like that I collapsed in the crib, sound asleep.
Part 2 of a multi-part story, a bit longer and darker than what I usually write. Let me know what you think, should I continue?
**I do not own these pictures, all rights to adultbaby.xxx and other rightful owners**