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Pretty sad to see people in this state: https://www.reddit.com/r/RandomVideos/comments/1rmceta/tweaker_geographic/ .... serious mental illness and/or drugs.... -
By PamperedPrince · Posted
Chapter 22: The Terrible Twos: Round 2 “AH UHL WET MOMMY! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!” My eyes squinted awake to the sound of my twin sister Abby screaming and wailing. When I realized that my diaper was just as wet, I joined right in. It wasn’t that I wanted to make my mother’s life miserable. It’s just…that I’m used to it. This is the only way that I know how to behave now. What was it called again? The Terrible Twos? Well, they weren’t terrible for me or my sister. These were the most formative years of our lives and we loved every minute of them. My mommy came running in and checked me first since I laid in the first crib before my sister’s. “You’re just wet, Gabby.” My mother said with an exhausted sigh. “Let mommy check Abby first, okay?” Mommy went over to my sister’s crib and gasped. “Again?” My mother said in shock. “You leaked again, honey. You peed all over the crib. Abs, I think it’s time that we buy some bigger diapers.” My mommy then looked at both of us and smiled. “Or maybe it’s time that I begin to potty train you two girls.” Those two words were almost not in my vocabulary at this point. Potty train? Why? Why mother? Why should me or Abby even bother to learn how to use the potty? Whatever happened to just changing our diapers? How about you continue to do that instead of making us sit on a cold porcelain seat until we finish peeing? No mother. This is not a good thing that you want us to do. And yeah. Just a couple weeks ago, my mommy gave me and my sister yet another birthday cake. From what she said, we were both two now. Two. That also awakened a memory that I almost believed was completely lost. Two years. It has been two years since I drank the milk. Two years since my mother pressed the reset button on both me and my older sister Abby’s life. And with that reset button, my entire life has changed forever. I have a twin sister now. And don’t tell me that my mother is wrong because she’s always right. Argue with her and there’s going to be consequences. My mother scooped my sister out of her crib right away and sat her on the changing table. Of course mommy is changing my sister first because she peed all over her crib. Maybe if my diaper leaks next time my mommy will change me first. My mother swiftly removed the bedding off of the crib and bunched it in her hands before changing my sister. She now looked like a young adult. Perhaps she looked 20 now while my sister and I were mere toddlers. I then found myself being quickly picked up by my mother. I saw my sister standing on the floor, already in a new diaper. Wow mommy. You’re fast! My onesie was unsnapped. My wet diaper removed. My mother wiped me, rubbed new barrier cream on me, and shook what looked like a small pile of baby powder on both me and the new diaper. In seconds, the new diaper was between my legs and the tapes both fastened. After that, both me and my sister both stared up at mommy at the same time with expectant looks. “Mo mak mommy!” We shouted at almost the same time. My mother laughed and sat in the rocking chair. She slapped both her hands on her lap, offering us both a seat. Both me and my sister quickly climbed into her lap as she began to undo the straps of her bra. My mother now had her bare breasts exposed, and both me and my sister each sucked on a breast. I sucked on the left one and my sister Abby sucked on the right one. My mother laughed as we both got our morning feeding. “Easy girls.” My mother said with a laugh. “After this, I need to get you two girls dressed. We have a two-year check up with Dr. Sparrow, your pediatrician!” Both my sister and I nodded as if we didn’t hear a word that our mother was saying. All that was on my mind is just how good my mommy’s milk was. It was always this good as long as I can remember. Every one of the two years that I have been alive. Two years? Wait. I think I was alive longer than that but I’m not quite sure now. It didn’t matter to me, as a series of blissful thoughts entered my mind. It was not the kind of mind that I used to have. It was more of a clean slate. I feel like this and a little strange at the same time. I just didn’t know why. I felt lethargic and tired after my mother’s milk. The next thing that I felt was the snap of buttons around my inner thighs. It was a lavender ruffled sleeve romper, with my sister Abby anxiously pacing nearby in the same exact outfit that I was wearing. I let out a deep yawn. Yeah. That milk was…good…. I squinted my eyes open and I was sitting in a car seat. My sister was glancing at me happily as she sucked on her pacifier. I anxiously reached my hands around, only grasping air before I saw that my own pacifier was sitting between my legs, comfortably nestled on the folds of my lavender romper. I grabbed my lavender pacifier which I noticed matched my sister’s and I began sucking on it. Whatever anxiety I had melted away as the rhythm of my sucking both calmed and soothed me. I was half asleep when my mother unbuckled me and Abby. She placed me into the back of the double stroller before placing Abby in the front. I just smiled as my mother wheeled me and my sister towards some large building. I glanced up to see my mother carrying a very large backpack slung around one of her shoulders. The backpack was large and had huge compartments. Both me and my sister sat in the stroller in a small room with some other people. I was so tired that I just kept yawning…Until… “Wake up, Gabbycadabry!” I sat up, realizing that my romper was off. I was sitting in nothing but my diaper, next to my sister Abby who was similarly dressed. Why were we in just our diapers? Mommy laid me down in something that had numbers. My feet were pressed against a square on one side while a square moved around my forehead on the other side. “30 inches.” The doctor said with a gasp. “Gabrielle is just as tall as Abigail.” Mommy then laid Abby on a scale while the doctor glanced at the numbers. “18 pounds, seven ounces.” The doctor said, giving my mother a nod. “It’s Gabrielle’s turn.” My mother laid me on the scale and the doctor was close enough that she almost scared me. “18 pounds, nine ounces.” The doctor said with a gasp. “Both of your girls are very petite. Are you sure that they’re two? Based on their height and weight alone, they could easily pass for 12-month-olds.” My mother laughed. “Remember Dr. Sparrow. They both take after me. And we know that they’re two because at their one-year checkup you told me that they could pass for three-month-olds. Dr. Sparrow laughed. “I remember that. But it’s nothing that I’m concerned of. Both your girls are growing on their own special growth curves.” I was still on the scale when I sighed, feeling something push out before hearing a loud and wet fart, which lasted more than 10 seconds. Then I released more flatulence. This made Abby laugh, and she pointed at me. “Poopy!!!” Abby said with a laugh. Mommy picked me up and laid me on the examination table. She unzipped her large backpack and got out a diaper, along with some wipes, barrier cream, and a container of baby powder. Dr. Sparrow smiled. “It’s okay. You can change her here. It’s not the first time that this has happened. What size diapers are your girls wearing?” “Size 3.” My mother told her. “Yes. And believe it or not, they’re just a little bit big on them. I’ve tried a size 2 and it’s too snug on them.” Dr. Sparrow nodded. “Do try and introduce the potty to them soon. Get them both in the right mindset for potty training.” I don’t know where I heard that word before but it sent a chill down my spine. Potty train? No. I don’t need it. My sister Abby doesn’t need it. We don’t need the potty. We both have our diapers. I shivered as my mother wiped my poopy butt with wipes. You would think that that I would feel self-conscious about my mother changing me in front of my pediatrician, but I just smiled. I think that I completely forgot what a teenager was. And the longer that I am like this, the longer that I think that these weird dreams that I have been having are just dreams. How was it even possible that I was a teenager before? I smiled as my nostrils filled with the scent of baby powder. My butt was laid on a heavily powdered diaper and I could feel a heavy sprinkle of more powder all over me. Then the front waistband of the diaper between my legs. Then the two tapes around my waist. Then I giggled as my mommy patted me on my diapered butt. My mother then nodded as she glanced up at Dr. Sparrow. “Yes. I will certainly introduce the potty to them.” Dr. Sparrow then pointed to her cell phone. “See this? This is one of the potty chairs you could get for them. It even has a toilet paper holder and it makes the flushing sound!” My mother glanced at me and Abby and laughed. “All in due time. I just don’t think that my girls are ready yet.” Dr. Sparrow nodded. “When they show interest and are ready. Every child is different. Both of your girl’s vaccinations are up to date and they both look very healthy. We’ll see you in a year for the three-year checkup!” I then frowned, remembering that Abby and I got a sucker when both her and I got a shot a month ago. “Wan sukkah!” Dr. Sparrow laughed. “Oh. Almost forgot! Both your girls get a sucker!” My mother picked for us to make sure she got the same flavor. She gave each of us an orange sucker. I sucked on my sucker and smiled. I enjoyed my sucker while my mother dressed me back in my lavender romper. She did the same with Abby and put both our shoes back on us: a pair of lavender butterfly knot princess shoes. My sucker was gone by the time that my mommy buckled me in my car seat. At this point, I was chewing on the bare stick, so my mommy traded the stick for my pacifier. I smiled and sucked on my pacifier. My sister somehow still had a little bit of her sucker left and continued to suck on it. “Sukkah gone!” I said as I glanced at Abby. “Ihf gudf!” Abby said while she sucked on her sucker. When Abby finally finished her sucker, she spit out the bare stick and it landed on the floor. And since her pacifier was attached to a ribbon, she yanked on the ribbon and stuck her pacifier in her mouth. “Meedun!” She lisped with the pacifier in her mouth. I nodded with a yawn as I felt something warm as I sat in my car seat. What was it that my mommy said to the pediatrician? Both me and Abby were not ready to potty train yet. Not ready. Yeah. That’s right, mother. Both me and Abby are not ready for the potty and I hope that it stays that way. I am used to my diapers and I’m sure that Abby is used to hers too. So as far as I can understand, I am never going to have to worry about potty training ever. I don't think I have any plans for Abby and Gabby to be 12 or older (at least not until much later in the story). But if that changes, I'll let you know! Much of the story focuses on Gabby's cruel bondage to her mother. Her future self is narrating so we do know there's hope. In another one of my stories (Project Babysitter), I definitely do mention the pubic hair and how it's handled so it's funny that you mention it here. In PB, we can also make the logical deduction that the underarm hair is handled as well. (I might make an edit to address the underarm hair for that story. 😄) Thank you for your support! Chapter 23 is also ready to go so it will be a while before I have Chapter 24 done. Stay tuned for the next chapter, where Gabby has to deal with the big bad potty... 😟 -
By Diaperman0662 · Posted
Love it, the girls are slowly getting back to what they were before they split. -
By BobbyDrago · Posted
Hmm hospital... though I'm kinda hoping dead but also hoping for not dead. -
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