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Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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By Meeseeks88 · Posted
Chapter 3 – Jessica Returns Over the next few days, I didn’t see Samantha or my mother. It was strange that everyone else seemed to have jobs to go to and adult responsibilities whilst I continued to live the life of a baby, not that I was complaining. The days seemed to merge into one as I spent most of my time either playing with toys, watching Peppa Pig or relaxing in my crib. I was able to keep in contact with Samantha during my allocated phone time every day. I had spent the morning playing with my stuffed dinosaur when there was suddenly a knock at the door. Christina went over and opened up the door. It was my mother. ‘Hello sweetheart’, she said as she came over and gave me a big hug. ‘What are you doing here?’ I asked, ‘I didn’t think you were coming over until Friday’. ‘It is Friday silly’, she giggled. Just like a real baby, I felt as if I was starting to lose my concept of time. I went back to playing with my toys whilst Christina and my mother had a coffee and a chat. Christina had put on a playlist of Peppa Pig episodes. Although I much preferred Bluey, I did occasionally find myself being distracted by the adventures of Peppa and her family. After a little while, there was another knock at the door. I wondered who it was until Christina opened the door to reveal her sister, Jessica. She welcomed her inside and my mother went over to greet her. Jessica then turned her attention to me. ‘Hey little guy’, she cooed. ‘Hi’, I replied feeling slightly shy. The last time Jessica had been here, she had breastfed me. Although it was nice to see her again, I couldn’t help but feel vulnerable and a little embarrassed over the breastfeeding incident. I went back to playing with my stuffed dinosaur whilst Jessica sat down and had a coffee with the other grown-ups. I thought that by now, I would have become fed up playing with my stuffed dinosaur but surprisingly I never found myself getting bored. As each day passed, I could feel my brain becoming more and more interested in babyish items rather than adult ones. Suddenly, I heard my tummy rumble and started to feel hungry. I had been given two jars of baby porridge for my breakfast but it hadn’t quite filled me up. I turned to Christina. ‘Auntie, I’m hungry’, I told her. Before Christina could reply, Jessica spoke up. ‘I guess that’s my cue’, she giggled and turned to me, ‘come over here little guy’. I stood up and walked over to the chair that she was sitting on. I wasn’t sure what was happening until she took my hand and gently pulled me into her lap. I quickly found myself laying over her knees and Jesscia’s face looming over me. As she lifted up her top and began removing her bra, I instantly realised that I was about to be breastfed again. Jesscia took off her bra to reveal her two big swollen breasts. I felt myself getting an erection as her nipples seemed to look directly at me. Suddenly, I had flashbacks of squeezing Samantha’s breasts at the weekend. Without thinking about it, I placed my hand onto one of Jessica’s breasts and gently squeezed it. She quickly patted my hand away. ‘No Jake’, she said sternly, ‘that’s dirty’. ‘I’m sorry’, I replied as I removed my hand and started blushing. ‘Hang on a second’, said my mother who quickly rushed upstairs. I was left lying in Jessica’s lap awkwardly until my mother returned holding onto something that I was very familiar with. It was my baby bonnet and mittens. My mother came over and placed a mitten onto each of my hands before fastening the straps. ‘Auntie Jessica’s boobies are there to feed you’, she explained as she tied the bonnet under my chin, ‘they aren’t there to be played with’. ‘I’m really sorry’, I repeated feeling very embarrassed. Jessica held one of her breasts in her hands. With the mittens on my hands, I couldn’t squeeze her breasts, even if I wanted to. Jesscia guided the nipple into my mouth which I happily accepted. I gently began sucking on her nipple and within a few seconds, my mouth was full of milk. ‘Much better’, Jesscia cooed as her breastmilk began to flow down my throat. Unlike last time, my mother and Christina had remained in the room and continued having their conversation as if I wasn’t there. It was very surreal as I continued drinking from Jessica’s breast. After a while, she removed her nipple from my mouth before turning me around so that I was facing the other boob. She once again held it in her hand and guided it into my mouth. I started sucking and was once again treated to a mouthful of milk. I had forgotten just how sweet breastmilk tasted and was starting to prefer it over cow’s milk. After another few minutes, Jessica removed her nipple and put her bra back on. As I stood up, I realised that I didn’t feel hungry anymore and that Jesscia’s breastmilk had actually filled me up. ‘What do you say to Auntie Jesscia?’ asked my mother. ‘Thank you’, I said awkwardly. ‘’Aw, you’re welcome’, cooed Jessica. ‘Come over here sweetheart’, said my mother. As I walked over to her, my mother turned me around and sat me down on her lap. Christina put a dummy into my mouth and gave me my stuffed dinosaur to hold onto. Without saying a word to me, the three women continued their conversation while I sat in my mother’s lap and played with my dinosaur. Usually, I would have been able to play on the carpet. I suddenly felt very restricted as my mother held me in her lap. Just like a real baby, I sat in my mother’s lap for about half an hour playing with my dinosaur whilst the grown-ups continued chatting. After a while, I found myself ignoring them and became completely engrossed in my dinosaur. I sucked happily on my dummy and started feeling like a real baby. It wasn’t long until my dummy fell out of my mouth as I let out a loud yawn. ‘Aw, I think someone’s sleepy’, giggled Jessica. ‘It’s about time for his nap anyway’, replied my mother before turning to me, ‘are you ready for beddie bies?’ ‘Yes Mummy’, I replied rubbing my tired eyes. My mother picked up my dummy and slid it in and out of her mouth a few times to clean it before placing it back into my mouth. I should have been grossed out but it didn’t seem to bother me. I started sucking on the dummy again as my mother stood up and held my hand. ‘Say night night to everyone’, she cooed. ‘Night Night’, I said. ‘Aw night night darling’, said Christina. ‘Sweet dreams’ added Jessica. We went upstairs and into the nursery, I held onto my mother’s hand whilst holding on to my dinosaur in the other. Before putting me into the crib, my mother removed my bonnet and mittens. I was relieved to have them taken off and didn’t question it. I was soon tucked into the crib and sucked happily on my dummy while my mother closed the curtains and wound up the mobile. She gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving the room. As the sound of nursery rhymes filled the room, I quickly fell asleep. - It was almost two hours until I woke up again. I adjusted my eyes before sitting up in the crib. As I did, I heard a large squelch in my nappy. At first, I figured that I had wet myself, but suddenly the smell hit me. It was a strange sensation. I had messed my nappy but it felt different. Rather than it being a sticky, gooey sensation, it felt wet. Did I have diarrhoea? Just then, Christina entered the nursery. ‘Hi sweetie’, she beamed, ‘did you have a nice nap?’ ‘Yes Auntie’, I replied. She came over and let down the crib bars before reaching behind me and stretching open the back of my nappy. ‘Looks like Mr Stinky has paid us a visit’, she giggled before leading me over to the changing table. As I got comfortable, I was still concerned as to why my messy nappy felt so different. I soon found out when Christina opened up my nappy. ‘Ooh that looks much easier to clean up’, smiled Christina as she began wiping my bottom, ‘I bet you didn’t even feel that coming out’. ‘It feels wet’, I replied, ‘is that normal?’ ‘It’s nothing to worry about’, Christina assured me, ‘because we’ve introduced a bit of baby food into your diet, your poo poo is going to be a bit softer from now on’. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I knew that I didn’t have any say in the matter regardless. ‘I’m guessing the breastmilk doesn’t help’, I said. She smiled, ‘it’s just your body adjusting to its new diet, that’s all. Don’t worry, you’ve got some proper food for dinner’. Christina finished cleaning my bottom before sprinkling my genitals with baby powder and applying a clean nappy. As I felt the nappy being taped onto me, I couldn’t remember what normal underwear felt like anymore. I couldn’t imagine living without the thick padding between my legs. It was almost as if I had been wearing nappies my whole life. - After dinner, Christina and my mother were cleaning up while I watched an episode of Peppa Pig and did some colouring. Jessica had left during my nap which I was feeling a bit glum about. I wouldn’t have minded another breastfeeding. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. Christina came into the living room. ‘Who could that be?’ she wondered. She opened the door to reveal Samantha and an older woman standing next to her. ‘Are you Christina?’ asked the woman. ‘Yes’, replied Christina, ‘can I help you with something?’ ‘Yes, you can’, replied the woman angrily, ‘maybe you can tell me why I’ve just caught my daughter wearing a nappy’. Christina looked at Samantha who was looking very sheepish and embarrassed. Christina turned back to the other woman. ‘You must be Samantha’s mother’, Christina said nervously, ‘you’d better come in’. -
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Absolutely love this story. One minor comment, please don't take as criticism, but I think references to his nappies should just be taken as just that, i.e. his 'nappy crinkled' or whatever, without the 'taped' word in front. Feels more humiliating or belittling that way, I think. Also, I hope Millie infantizes him a little bit with how she talks to him ('good boy' or whatever) and how she handles his care. Thanks and looking forward to the rest. Great potential for a post ski holiday sequel, maybe! -
By rusty pins · Posted
393 pages? Isn't it about time someone declares everyone the winner and ends this post, saving room that is being taken up on the server?
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