Mommies and Daddies

The Two Mrs. Carrolls (1947) with Humphrey Bogart and Barbara Stanwyck. 

its not something i need from her. hell, im kinda scared to have someone else involved because i never thought it would happen. its just a part of me thats been there forever and i didnt want to hide anything. if she were to be interested, id welcome it, but not mandatory. i am completely ok with doing abdl stuff on my own. i just thought we have been together long enough that i trust her with my deepest secret.  i havent gone into much detail yet tho because telling her i do something like this was already nerve wracking as is. i do want to tell her, its just not something you casually bring up in conversation. and i dont even know how i would describe it. it would also feel so weird to finally say those things outloud.

Snacks

Chapter 29 - Baby Days and Baby Nights It was day three with the Amazon foster-mom. Quickly she had established a baby-care routine fit for a newborn with Heather as its unwilling participant. As she rolled over in the nursery crib her eyes partially opened, the remnants of sleep clouding her vision. Rubbing the sleep from them with her forearm, the soft cotton of the footed sleeper across her face reminded her that she now had no say in her choice of clothing. The footed sleeper had appeared on the third day when she had managed to wriggle out of the baby pants that had been covering her nap time diaper before trying to release the locking heads of the two diaper pins that kept the thirsty cotton diapers wrapped around her torso. At first she tried it laying down, before rolling over and using the crib bars to pull herself up onto her knees. Now she was able to push the pin against the cotton of the diaper but it would not release for some reason. As fortune would have it she was oblivious to the fact that baby diaper pins had locking safety caps, these needed to be slid up before sharp point of the pin could be released. Again and again she had tried to undo the diaper pins with no success.  Now standing in the crib she held onto the vertical white wooden bars with one hand while fumbling with the diaper pin with her free hand. It had been her final attempt, a warm feeling moving down the inside of her thighs had then gotten her attention. Glancing down she had wondered what the cause was until she saw it with her own eyes, she was peeing, peeing uncontrollably into her soft cotton diaper and without the waterproof plastic baby pants to contain what the diaper was unable to immediately adsorb the remainder was running down the insides of her short legs. A wet spot had already formed on the crib sheet where she stood and it grew larger by the second. For all of her efforts all she had succeeded in doing was peeing on the crib sheets proving to the woman who now had control over her life that she was still a baby who was not yet potty trained.  Struggling with the diaper pins she had been close to succeeding, until her body betrayed her. It had been shortly after when the nursery door burst open and the FosterMom had calmly walked in to discover what ‘the baby’ had been upto. “I though it was too quiet in here,” her jailer had proudly announced as if she had cracked a secret code. “Well I won’t be making that mistake again.” The footed sleeper had appeared that same night and had become a regular feature every time she was put in the crib for a nap.   Across the nursery a large clock that showed phases of the sun and moon was lit up by the warm morning sun as it streamed through the net curtains. The big hand was between six and seven and the little hand was at six. Six thirty it announced and as if on cue the door to nursery opened and the woman stood there holding would be her first bottle of baby formula that day in her hand.  Her days were now consumed by a daily rhythm of babyhood that only came to end each night before it was back with vengeance the next morning as soon as she woke, or if she didn’t wake she was woken at six thirty a.m., her overnight diaper was changed and she was feed her first bottle of formula for the day.  Amanda held the baby in her arms as she tilted the bottle to ensure none of it was wasted. The formula she used was high in whey protein, that meant the curd forming in baby’s stomach would be soft, loose and easy for the baby to digest. It was also fortified with lipase and amylase enzymes that helped the baby to efficiently break down the fat and sugar. As she pulled the dripping nipple from the small girl’s milk covered lips the suction was broken with a loud “tock’.  The bottle was empty, that meant a full tummy and a full tummy meant a happy baby and a milk coma. By seven thirty Heather found herself back in the crib where she had spent the last three nights and a good portion of each day since arriving and told to nap for an hour. With a full tummy the idea of a nap all of a sudden appealed to her. On her tummy she watched through the crib bars as the nursery door was pulled gently closed. With the curtains again closed the room fell into a semi darkness as the girl from the Burger Lion could be heard on the other side of the door asking questions and making demands. “Where’s Heather… I wanna play with her… “ The answer she got was not what Heather wanted to hear. “Your baby sister is back in her crib, she has a dry diaper and a full tummy… its now baby’s naptime….” “I”m bored…. why can’t I play with her… Mommy said…” “I don’t care what your Mommy said Becky, and I’m not your Mommy… your little sister is still a baby and babies need their naps… “ “But I wanna see her… can I see her?” Amanda’s patience was being sorely tested, “listen to me carefully Becky, I am only going to say this once… if you want to spend the day being your baby sister’s identical twin then I can make that happen.. is that what you really want? To spend the rest of the day being bottle-feed, napping in the nursery crib with your baby sister and having your wet and poopy diapers changed… is that what you want?” By the look of abject disgust on the girl’s face Amanda knew she had struck gold.  “No way… no way… I’m not a Baby anymore…. I’m a big girl.”  “That’s what I thought Becky, now… come and help me put your baby sister’s dirty diapers in the washer then its time for breakfast.” After starting the washing machine with a load of diapers the next hour was Amanda’s, she made breakfast for herself and the older girl, enjoyed a latte from her coffee machine and unloaded the dishwasher from the night before. At eight thirty the baby monitor on the kitchen bench came to life as the occupant of the nursery crib stirred, gently at first with a few stretches. She watched the display on ten monitor as the baby brought her knees up under her body then pushed herself up into the crawling position. It was at that point Amanda confirmed her suspicions, the footed sleeper no longer hugged the small girl’s body, now it sagged between her legs, the bottom stretched around the pull on waterproof baby pants and diaper that it contained causing the footed sleeper to sag around her bottom. After years of practice she knew the signs, the girl had wet her diaper while napping. On her hands and knees for the first time in four days Heather wobbled, unsteady at first until she regained her balance. Face down she was greeted by Tigger and Pooh on the soft jersey cotton of the fitted sheet that coved the crib mattress. As the brain fog cleared the situation she now found herself in again revealed itself, she wasn’t in her bed back in a trailer park in California, she was on her hands and knees in a crib, a baby crib somewhere in the diaper dimension, stuck in a nightmare of her own making. As her tummy grumbled she mused about the quality of the crib sheet, it was good quality, there was no doubt about that, but the sight of Pooh reminded her of another problem, one that was becoming more urgent as the seconds ticked past. The growing pressure in her abdomen adding fuel to the fire, she needed out of the crib… out of the diaper and to find a bathroom. Lifting her head a line of white wooden vertical bars greeted her. Baby Jail, she was confined in a baby jail and needed out.  With the baby now positioned side on to the camera in the baby monitor that sat on the dresser in the nursery Amanda had a full view of the crib and its occupant. Sipping a warm latte at the kitchen bench she observed the girl. Last night the baby didn’t even want to crawl, now she had the taken hold of the crib bars and was attempting to haul herself up into a standing position. It was slow work, the girl had some coordination but it was clearly still limited. With her knees up against the vertical crib bars the baby was using her arms and hands to pull herself up, eventually, after four or five attempts she succeeded. Standing now her head still below the level of the dropside rail, Amanda relaxed, the baby was going nowhere. Sure she had managed to stand in the crib by supporting herself with the crib bars, but she was still too small to try and haul herself over the dropside horizontal rail and out of the crib.  Standing on the crib mattress in a footed sleeper while diapered was a lot harder than Heather had expected it would be. The fleece material of the footed sleeper slid across the fitted crib sheet like ice skates, she had no grip. Unlike the footed sleepers one of the Trailer Park mom’s who she babysat for back in her own dimension used this one didn’t have the grippy rubber feet, without that she had no traction and her balance was significantly inhibited. Adjusting her grip on the crib bars she looked though them into the nursery beyond and was assailed by the trappings of babyhood. The polished wooded floor was covered with a large rug that would look right at home in baby store catalog. The wallpaper looked like it had been chosen by new parents excited to have have a newborn in the family. It’s timeless style, soft and light color patterns set the tone for a room filled with warmth, wonder, and nurturing creating what would be a perfect room if she was a baby. But she wasn’t, she knew that but clearly the Amazon woman who now had her didn’t. Regardless of that key fact its design was curious and creative, sparking the essential emotion of a babyhood long forgotten in her brain. It effortlessly connected her to nature with its savannah and forest theme. Just how big were wild animals in this dimension she wondered as the vibrant colors and theme assailed her senses. For a few minutes she had been distracted sufficiently to ignore the growing pressure in her bottom, now it demanded immediate attention.  With the baby safely contained in the nursery crib Amanda finished her latte and put the empty cup in the dishwasher. Time to check her older sister she mused when the image on the baby monitor changed catching her attention. Still gripping the crib bars the baby was now squatting, what was she up to? She looked to be amusing herself and nap time wasn’t over for another thirty minutes yet. Glancing across the kitchen to where the older girl was finishing a bowl of Cheerios she called out, How are you going over there Becky? If you are any slower you will be having Cheerios for lunch! Get a move on, we need to hang out your baby sister’s diapers to dry in the sun, its a nice day outside.” As the pressure in her bottom grew Heather tried to distract herself from what she knew was coming.  On the opposite side of the nursery the feature wall was artistic, a textured wildlife mural that provided a practical wall covering option. It featured a detailed watercolor design with light blue backgrounds, grasses of the savannah and animal illustrations like giraffes and elephants, it had a calming effect. The subtle color palette worked effectively, she was mesmerised by its detail and real world likeness. After standing for the first time in three days her legs were quickly tiring, she squatted without a second thought, still gripping the crib bars as she studied the detail of the lifelike mural.  In the kitchen Amanda put the dishes in the dishwasher and took another glance at the baby monitor. The new models of baby monitors had a lot more features than the basic one way audio version she had used twenty years ago for own now grown up kids. Technology had been kind to Mom’s, today baby monitors were not only two way communication devices they had colour cameras with infrared capability leaving her in no doubt as to what was happening in the nursery crib day and night.  Still gripping the crib bars Heather didn’t realise her problem until it was too late. Squatting had automatically told her body she was ready when she consciously had no idea what was about to happen. That was all it took for the semi soft head of the firm log to emerge from its hiding place in her bottom, at first slowly, it tentatively sought a new home just a little into the warm dark void of the soft cotton diaper that hung from her hips. Once its head had made an appearance it was committed, committed to finding its new home in the soft white cotton folds of the little’s waiting diaper where its warm mass slowly coiled down like a rattlesnake ready to strike. The first log had taken her by surprise, now a second emerged and she had no idea how to stop it. Half in and half out the feeling was unpleasant, with an involuntary push the new log hung in the dark nothingness until gravity overtook its ability to hold on, eventually it cut off, fell into the waiting diaper and joined the first. Softer than its predecessor it lay on top of the firmer first log. Thinking her body was done Heather was surprised when a much softer third but smaller log made its presence known as it effortlessly slid from her back passage before dropping into the now full diaper joining its predecessors. Then as quickly as it had started she was done, she had filled her pants as if she had never been potty trained and was now wearing a wet and dirty diaper of her own making.  OMG she thought, what is happening to me, that happened way too quick, I didn’t even feel the need to go. Holding the crib bars she hauled herself back up causing the sagging diaper to tighten around her small body as she stretched into a standing position. The effect was immediate, as the diaper snugged up against her body its load was squeezed into every available nook and cranny. All available space was invaded with warm mush as the nest of vipers was compressed. There was no mistaking what the warm mush now creeping up the back of her diaper really was. Letting go of the crib bars she took two tentative steps toward the far end of the crib, perhaps that was more climable she wondered before realising her mistake. Wearing the footed sleeper that was smooth under the feet she had no traction, lost her balance then landed on her padded bottom on the fitted crib sheet causing the warm mass in her diaper to conform to her new body position. She could feel it fully now, smashed across her bottom and oozing its way up between her skinny legs like warm mud. If that had been bad enough worse was to come. Before she could regroup the warm soggy feeling now moving slowly through her diaper and across her bottom told her full story, her bladder had now also betrayed her adding fuel to the fire that now raged within her mind. Fortuitously Amanda’s timing was perfect, the baby had still been standing in the crib, gripping the vertical white wooden bars like there was no tomorrow. Then, without a second through she squatted on her haunches, a position that Amanda expected could only mean one thing. The look of concentration on the baby’s face and redness of her cheeks confirmed her suspicions. Little Heather hadn’t woken with a dirty diaper but she would definitely have to change one after baby’s nap-time. For now though that was not her immediate priority, it could wait, the washer was beeping in the laundry signalling that the load of diapers and baby pants she had out put to wash were now finished. It wouldn’t hurt the baby to be in a poopy diaper for the next thirty minutes. “Come on Becky. It’s a beautiful morning outside. Lets find you some clothes for the day then you can help with the laundry by passing me the pegs out of the basket while we hang your baby sister’s diapers from yesterday and last night out to dry on the clothesline.” Still in the unicorn print pyjamas she had been dressed in the previous evening Becky slid off the kitchen chair, the previously thick disposable that had been taped around her hips last night before she was put to bed now sagged in the seat of her pyjama bottoms. She knew what that meant and so did Amanda Featherstone.  After the girl had woken in a wet diaper on the first morning Amanda had reasoned to herself that the girl wasn’t reliably dry at night. After two nights in a row there was no doubt in her mind. She had again used a diaper on the girl and now her reasoning was justified. “Let’s go Becky, unless you want to be still wearing those unicorn pyjamas and your wet overnight diapee at lunchtime.” Becky wasn’t happy, she hadn’t wet the bed or worn diapers at night for as long as she could remember. Now she begrudgingly toddled behind the woman who the Police at the mall three days ago had insisted she go with, while her own Mom sat handcuffed in the back of a Police cruiser. Each and every step reminded her of the soaked diaper that she had woken in that morning. It chafed, it hung from her hips like a wet sack, it was cold, unpleasant and it felt like being in a wet overnight diaper at eight in the morning was something that she had never grown out of. Looking up she saw the woman who expected obedience now kneeling alongside an ottoman with her hands full. The sitting room was about the same as their own back home, a large wooden playpen littered with toys stood in one corner, on the far wall the TV blared with a morning talkback while a sofa and two chairs surrounded a coffee table that faced the TV. Noting new to see here she assumed, well nothing new until the woman who called herself Mommy Amanda spread a waterproof change mat decorated with pink bunny rabbits over the leather surface of the ottoman then announced her sentence. “Ok Sweetie, let’s get you out that soggy diapee shall we.” Becky nodded her head as Fostermom Amanda called her closer before she turned picked her up under her arms, sat her on the upholstered ottoman, then gently pushed her backwards by the shoulders. In her back she had a different perspective of the room, everything looked much bigger including the woman who now had her fingers inside the elastic waistband of the pyjama pants.  Amanda was pleased, the girl might be six but she was still shorter than the ottoman with her head and feet were clear of each end. Tugging the unicorn print pajama pants down the girls skinny legs she could tell that they were damp, the girl’s overnight diaper was again saturated and had leaked a little. Becky was a heavy wetter. It was just as well that she had made the shopping trip to Target last week and sticked up on XXL disposables and overnight booster pads. Tonight she would use a disposable booster pad to contain the flood. That thought brought a smile to her face, while she was initially concerned about having two in diapers at the same time so far there had only been the girl a couple of small daytime accidents in the older girl’s potty training pants. So far so good. Becky was still small enough to fit overnight baby diapers, but if she regressed any further she would find herself back in diapers full time alongside her baby sister.  Dropping the pyjama pants on the floor Amanda moved onto the diaper tapes. With a swift motion she ripped each of them from the printed tape landing zone and let the diaper fall open before taking the girl’s bare feet in one hand and pushing her knees back causing her bottom to lift clear of the change mat that covered the ottoman the girl was lying on. Satisfied the soaked diaper was tugged out from under Becky’s raised bottom, rolling up like a burrito and secured closed with one of the sticky tapes.  “Good girl,” the woman cooed as she tugged a couple of baby wipes from an open tub and wiped the girl’s diaper area clean. “Now lay still for me, I’m just going to out some ointment in a  couple of places where it looks like you might be getting a diapee rash”.  The woman’s comment caused Becky to blush as a blue and white tube of diaper rash ointment now filled her field of vision. She really did feel like a little kid laying on her back, feet in the air and her bottom on display for all to see. Before she could complain the woman was done. A pair of thick cotton potty training pants with a waterproof plastic outer layer were threaded over her small feet and tugged up her legs. Pleased with how the morning was shaping up Amanda smiled, the size 4T potty training pants were a good fit on little Becky who was a lot smaller than her kindergarten peer group. While she didn’t know it yet that single fact would be her downfall.  “Ok, almost done little one, lets get this sundress then we can go and peg out your baby sisters diapers to dry in the morning sun before we get her up for another bottle.” In the semi darkened nursery toward the back of the house tears filled her eyes as Heather surveyed her place of captivity. White wooden crib bars surrounded her on all four sides, the top rails just within her reach. Back home she had been a gymnast at high school, now she didn’t even have the strength to stand unaided on the crib mattress, let alone haul herself over the crib rails. Spreading her legs the nursery printed fitted crib sheet greeted her. Pooh and Friends, how ironic was that, Pooh, Eeyore, Tigger and Piglet, all happily going about their business while she sat there, safely contained in a nursery that she didn’t know existed three days ago. Now stuck in a deep wooden crib in a footed sleeper and a dirty diaper the fitted crib sheet with Pooh, Eeyore, Tigger and Piglet reinforced her status as nothing more than an Amazon woman’s baby. 

Oh, this is really cute. :3 I'm happy for Ffrances.