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By Crinklz Kat · Posted
I understand people want to "eat heathy"... but turkey burgers are kinda "why bother"? 😜 Meanwhile... pasta sauce "production" is in full swing. It's been in the crockpot now since about 1. About to pull out the now-cooked-in-sauce sausages and put in meatballs so they can get the same treatment (and sauce absorb their flavor too). -
By Meeseeks88 · Posted
Chapter 14 – A Lucky Boy I couldn’t believe what was happening as we entered the nursery. My mother looked around. ‘Wow Christina!’ she exclaimed, ‘the nursery looks great’. ‘Thank you’, replied Christina, ‘I built it with my sister for when her daughter stays over’. My mother continued looking around before the crib in the corner of the room caught her attention. ‘Where has Jake been sleeping?’ she asked. Christina began to mumble nervously, ‘well…I don’t really have a lot of room in my house so…he’s erm…’. My mother turned to me. ‘Have you been sleeping in the crib?’ she asked. I could have lied but the messy bed covers were a dead giveaway that someone had been sleeping in it very recently. I was too humiliated to answer and nodded my head in response. ‘I see’, replied my mother who had noticed the changing table, ‘and I suppose this is where you’ve been having your nappy changes?’ ‘Erm…yeah’, I replied awkwardly. ‘Well, what are you standing there for?’ she chuckled patting the table, ‘hop on’. It felt like a nightmare as I reluctantly climbed onto the changing table before laying down. Christina got out the changing supplies and my mother picked up one of my nappies. ‘Wow, these really are huge’, she giggled. ‘The perfect size for a big baby’, chimed in Christina. The two women laughed while I lay there feeling absolutely mortified. ‘You’re a very lucky boy to have someone like Christina taking care of you’, smiled my mother, ‘and now you’ve got me as well’. I didn’t want my mother to take care of me. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted Christina to look after me anymore. I just wanted this nightmare to be over. With that, Christina ripped the tapes off of my nappy and opened it up. I wasn’t sure if I was more horrified at my mother seeing me naked or having her see that I had wet my nappy like a baby. Either way, I wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. I felt very self-conscious now that my mother knew my secret and desperately wanted to grow up and be a twenty-one-year-old again. ‘This brings back memories’ chuckled my mother as she inspected the inside of my nappy, ‘it’s been a long time since I’ve changed your wet nappy Jake, but I think I can still remember what to do’. ‘Please don’t do this’, I begged, ‘I don’t feel comfortable having you change me’. ‘Oh, don’t be so fussy’, replied my mother. ‘This usually helps’, said Christina holding up my dummy, ‘he picked it out himself’. ‘Aw, is this your dummy, Jake?’ my mother cooed. As much as I hated to admit it, my dummy was going to be the only thing to bring me comfort in this situation. I nodded and opened my mouth, allowing my mother to slide the dummy inside. My body reacted in the way that it was used to and I immediately began to suck on the rubber nipple. ‘That is the most adorable thing I think I have ever seen’, smiled my mother, ‘you used to love your dummy when you were little’. I couldn’t remember having a dummy when I was little but I could understand why I must have liked it so much. I instantly felt a bit calmer about the whole situation and watched as Christina and my mother began to change me. I stared at the ceiling and attempted to block out the awkwardness of having my mother clean my delicate areas with a baby wipe. I sucked harder on my dummy as the two women continued changing me. ‘Right, that’s the front part clean. Now for the back’, said my mother turning to Christina, ‘would you do the honours?’ ‘Of course’, giggled Christina and took hold of my ankles before raising my legs into the air. My mother pulled out a clean baby wipe and carefully began wiping my bottom. At twenty-one years of age, having my mother wipe my bottom felt pretty humiliating and I could feel myself blushing from embarrassment. ‘Almost done sweetheart’, smiled Christina as she saw the uncomfortable look on my face, ‘a wet nappy doesn’t take anywhere near as long as a messy one’. That comment caught my mother off guard and she looked up at me. ‘You’ve been messing in your nappies as well?’ she asked. I couldn’t answer with the dummy still in my mouth but the defeated look in my eyes gave her the answer she needed. ‘It sounds as if you really do need to be in nappies’, she said shaking her head in amazement. My mother began to sprinkle baby powder all over my bottom before rubbing it in. Christina slowly lowered my legs so that my mother could powder my genitals as well. I focused on sucking my dummy to try and block out what was happening. I watched as Christina picked up a clean nappy and opened it up before giving it to my mother who slid it underneath me. As the nappy was pulled up and fastened, the two women fussed over it and made it sure that it was secured tightly. ‘There we are’, my mother cooed, ‘baby has a nice clean nappy now’. I could still feel myself blushing being referred to as ‘baby’. Just as I thought I was done, Christina pulled out my dinosaur romper and showed my mother who looked very impressed by it. ‘That is so cute’, she exclaimed before looking up at Christina, ‘we’d better get the baby dressed ready for his din dins’. It felt strange having my mother talk to Christina like I was a real baby. It was almost as if she was enjoying being a ‘mommy’ again. ‘What would you like for dinner?’ asked Christina. ‘I’ll go and pick us up a McDonalds’, replied my mother as she finished dressing me in my romper, ‘my treat’. I had to admit that a McDonalds did sound tasty. I was just happy that we were having it at the house rather than the restaurant. After taking our orders, my mother left to go and get our dinner, leaving Christina and I alone. ‘I can’t believe that just happened’, I said as I took the dummy out of my mouth. ‘Neither can I’, admitted Christina, ‘I certainly wasn’t expecting your mother to show up at the house’. ‘This is so embarrassing’, I groaned, ‘it’s weird how easily she seems to have accepted it though’. ‘She’s just excited’, giggled Christina, ‘the same way that I was. Besides, I thought you enjoyed being babied’. ‘I have enjoyed it but…having my mother baby me is…’, I started but was quickly cut off. ‘Being babied by your mother is no different than being babied by me’, said Christina, ‘you’ll soon get used to it’. I didn’t want to get used to it. These past few days had been fun, but now I was ready to grow up. -
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