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Maddison smiled as she was taken to the potty; even though it was a child's potty, it was still a toilet. However, her insides felt strange, and she experienced a slight discomfort. Maddison was sat down and saw her pee come out, but suddenly, something else happened—a bit of poop. Maddison blushed deeply and felt a wave of embarrassment when Camilla commented on it. Flustered, Maddison said: "Yes, I did number two." She looked away from Camilla, thinking that at least she hadn't done it in her GoodNite; imagining the mess inside the diaper—that would be awful.

Chapter 11 Mommy was quiet as she drove. We stopped in a strip mall and I waited in the car while she went inside the Chinese place to pick up the food. It was getting late and the sun was getting lower in the sky as I waited and watched. It still stings a little. Aw… there’s a family, probably ate inside. A boy and a girl. She’s wearing a dress not much different than…. I blushed and looked down at my bare knees and the hem across my thighs. My fingers smoothed it out as I looked down at myself. Pigtails over two flattened mounds that were my breasts. I DO look pretty young in this… All day, mommy treated me like a little girl. And I had fun!!! Not just the sex, but fun! When’s the last time I slid down a slide like that??? Mommy returned and we drove on to my place. Mommy took charge in a simple way, “I’ll go hang up my clothes for tomorrow. Be a dear sweetie and get set the table?” I did just as Mommy asked, getting some plates and glasses. Then unpacked the food and poured the soda. Mommy came back and gave me a quick peck on my cheek as she sat down, “Smells delicious.” … Finally, Mommy said, “I’ll take care of this sweetie, you just go relax in the other room.” She pointed towards the living area. I responded with, “Okay Mommy, if you’re sure you don’t want any help.” She confirmed that she didn’t, so I plopped on the sofa and picked up the remote. All the games were over, and I didn’t want to watch news shows. I settled for the cartoon network. Some classics. But I wasn’t terribly interested. Then Mommy came into the living room with two glasses of wine. She handed me one and then reached for the remote. She shut off the tv again and gently sat down next to me. Then those five little words that scare anyone in a new relationship, “Cindy, we need to talk.” I stared at my glass and felt my heart starting to break. I took a big gulp, then held my glass with both hands in my lap. I took a breath and said, “Okay… What do you want to talk about?” She took a sip and set her glass on the coffee table. She didn’t reach for me as she turned to look at me. She asked in a soft voice, “Be honest with me Cindy…. Why did you poop yourself?” I blinked in surprise for a moment as I looked up at her. I stammered, “I… I don’t know. I… I just… I had to go???” She was quiet for a moment but then went on, “Yes, but most folks use the bathroom. Did you lie to me when you said you don’t like to do it? Did you do it because you like it, but are too ashamed to admit it? Tell me the truth Cindy. We’re way past being shy with one another.” She thinks I… I did it on purpose??? “No.  NO!.. I DON’T like it. When you made me sit… I… I didn’t like that at ALL!!” I pleaded. She just looked at me. I had to convince her, “Look, I... I know I did it. My tummy was rumbling and I… I should have gotten up. But I was… you were… I didn’t want to stop what I was doing. I wanted you to…” I squirmed a little, and in that moment, I felt my bottom twinge and the padding between my legs again. I twisted to look directly at her, “Honest Angela. I’m telling the truth. I DON’T like it. Ever since… since a certain bitch started making me do that, and cleaning myself up, I’ve never liked it. I just… I just felt it more important in that moment to… to make you cum was more important.” She stared at me for a moment, as if trying to decide whether she believed me or not. Then she picked up her wine glass and sat back into the cushion of the couch, looking out the window. She took a sip and said, “Okay. But that means I’m keeping rule number three. Poop yourself again and you get another spanking. Only next time it will be more than five.” Gulp… How many more? I wanted to ask, but I didn’t. I resolved that it wasn’t going to happen again. Not if I had anything to say about it. I settled back in my own spot, looking out the window with her. Then she whispered, “Cindy, I used to be a professional.” I looked up at her as she stared straight ahead. She took a breath and started explaining. Her voice was calm and… and professional. Like she was narrating some nature documentary. “It was when Jennifer was still in college. I had lost my job and I was hungry. I mean literally, I didn’t have any food in my apartment. I couldn’t go to mom, husband number three… well he… I just couldn’t. So, I hung out at some places and would let guys buy me dinner.” “Then, one guy took me back to his place and I figured he’d fuck me and that would be the end of it. But instead, he asked me to spank him. Said he’d been a ‘naughty boy’ and needed a spanking. Said he’d pay me a hundred bucks if I did.” “Well, a hundred bucks was a lot of money. And I didn’t even have to take down my pants. Soon I was doing him about once a month. Then he gave my number to somebody, and somehow it got around that I… I would paddle their ass for money.” “The third guy…. He was wearing a diaper. Said he was a naughty boy and tinkled….” She was staring at her glass quietly. I didn’t say a word. I wasn’t sure what there was to say. But then she took a sip and looked out the window and continued: “Anyway, I realized that some aspects of it, I liked. I liked nurturing, caring, having them need me. Some of them were… were too needy. And I found a few girls. The girls were really hidden. One told me, when a guy found out about her little side….” I interrupted her, “Yeah, guys get carried away with us. Start acting… I don’t know… creepy.” She nodded, set down her glass, and continued:  “Anyway, there was pretty good money in changing shitty diapers and swinging a paddle. But I didn’t really enjoy it. So… when I got back on my feet working, I tapered off. I still found a few ‘little’s that I dated. I love cuddling a baby boy or girl and holding them while they…. Play with themselves. And well… I already told you, I love it when they suckle. But shitty diapers…. And spanking…. I’ll do it if that’s what you want Cindy. Just know that it doesn’t do anything for me.” Again, she sat in silence. I whispered, “No… you don’t have to do that for me. I’m sorry I pooped. I… I’ll try to never do it again Angela.” She flashed me a brief smile and I gave her a grin. Then she got a big grin on her face and I had the impression she was up to something. I tilted my head a little and smiled back. I giggled a little and asked, “What? What are you smiling about?” She reached for my wine glass and set it on the table as she started to explain, “I was thinking…. Since you DID need a diaper today…. Maybe…. Maybe you should wear one tomorrow to work.” I felt my eyes widen, “You… wait a minute… I’ve never….” She leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “Mommy won’t force you to. But… but if you do, I’ll come by around lunch time and…. Change your DI-PURRRRR” I shivered. Whenever she whispers in my ear like that. My hand reached between my legs and cupped the diaper I was wearing. A part of me rebelled at the idea. But another part of me…. Tingled. I whispered, “What if… what if someone finds out…” Her hand slid down my arm and held my own hand where it rested between my thighs. She assured me, “I’ll make sure you have a cute baby pant… no one will see your DI-PURRRR…. And Mommy will change you if you tinkle before lunch…” I hesitated. I had never mixed my personal life with my professional one. To actually wear a diaper to work. The idea had a certain appeal. But I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. Her hand was squeezing mine against me… No. Now come on Cindy, she’s manipulating you!!! I pushed her hand away. I tugged my dress down straight again and said firmly, “Let me think about it. I can’t think straight when you’re groping me.” There may have been a hint of disappointment in her eyes. But she sat up on the edge of the sofa and looked at me for a moment. Then she patted my knee and stood up. She gathered up the two empty wine glasses and turned. She said calmly, “All right darling. You think it over. I’ll just put these on the kitchen counter and take a quick shower.” I watched as she walked down the short hall. Her hands were reaching for the zipper on the back of her skirt as she disappeared into my bedroom. Then I heard the running water of the shower. She’s used to being in charge. But… but I can’t give up my whole life. There are a couple of people at work that know I’m gay. But this… I’m not sure they’d accept this. Sigh… Come on Cindy…. Fun is fun, but you have to be a big girl at times. I sighed and reached for one of my pigtails. I worked the band off the end and started to unbraid it. Then the other. Then I reached behind my neck. But I couldn’t figure out the snap. Damn it! Like it or not, she has some amount of control over me. So much for joining her in the shower. Probably just as well, I don’t think straight when I see naked women. Look at the trouble I got into with Kathleen… I decided to just wait. I looked at the remote but remembered, Sunday night, there’s nothing but cartoons. And I didn’t feel like a little kid right now. She had turned off the light in the dining area, but the light in the kitchen was still on. It was getting darker every minute now as the sun must be setting. I looked out the window. And there it was, that mountain. My mind flashed back to Friday. She had taken me right here, against this couch. She had ‘her way with me’ and I had let her. I had climaxed so many times my pussy was sore. And then… then I made hers sore. Somehow, the whole weekend had flown by and there was that mountain. Still there. She IS complicated. She’s strong, lifted me right up on her shoulder. But she wanted me… no she needed me to punish her with that spoon. She’s been a professional ‘mommy’ and yet, here she is, in my apartment, not asking for anything in return for being my ‘mommy’. But considering what she’s told me of her life growing up… Is that why? She wants to be a better mother than what hers was? Wants to be the nurturing, caring mother figure she didn’t seem to have? At least she’s feeling bit better about her own body. I couldn’t believe how ashamed she was of… how she looks. I kept thinking about her, her mom and sister, and my own childhood. I hadn’t had it as rough, that’s for sure. Yeah, I paid my own way through law school, but I never…. Not for money at least. She walked back out, wrapped in a towel and nothing else. She sat back down next to me and was quiet. Her hand reached and her fingers stroked through my hair. All she said softly was, “No more pigtails… it’s just the two of us now.” Then I whispered, “Angela? Will you make love to me? Not as… not as your baby girl… not… not with your strap on… But… but make love to me as a woman? As two women… in love?” She didn’t say a word and didn’t move for what seemed like ages. I stared into my lap. Her arm reached and she gently pulled me close and kissed me on the mouth. My lips parted and I gently pushed my tongue against hers. I reached and held her shoulder. We kissed for several minutes. Her hand gently stroked my arm and reached around my tummy to hold me. My own hand did the same. The towel was damp in spots. I didn’t grope her boobs or reach between her legs. I just wanted to hold her close. Then one time as our lips parted, she pulled back a little and her hand slipped behind my neck and pulled. She pushed my head down into her lap and I was suddenly worried. I whimpered a little. I thought she was going to… going to dominate me again. But her fingers reached behind my neck, and I felt the zipper of my dress sliding down my back. She had undone the snap thing was all. Her hands helped me sit back up again and one hand caressed my cheek as she kissed me again. My dress was loose around my shoulders now. As she kissed, her hand stroked from my cheek, down my neck and over my shoulder, gently pushing down the dress. It stopped at the elbow and crossed to my chest to cup my breast. Shiver…. It’s been bound up in this dress all day… and now…. Her fingers were as gentle as a feather. I gasped a little when her thumb gently slipped over my nipple. She knew they weren’t large, but she made them feel oh so very special. Her touch made me feel as if I had the most beautiful breasts in the world. I wanted to reach for hers, but the dress was tangled around my elbow. I started to wriggle out of it and her hand let go of my breast just long enough to help me free my arm. Then as it cupped my boob again, I tugged at the top of the towel she had wrapped around herself, and I felt her damp skin as I held her much larger breast. I heard a soft moan from her as I gently squeezed. We took our time; we had all night it seemed. When she wasn’t kissing my lips, she kissed my cheek and ear. She didn’t say a word, and neither did I. For once, I got to kiss her neck as she tilted her head back for me. As I started to kiss down from her neck, working towards her breast, she reached and stopped me, gently pushing away a little. All she said was, “Let’s go to bed…” She stood up, letting the towel fall away as she reached and helped me up. A gentle brush of her hand over my other shoulder and my ‘pretty little girl’ dress fell away. She leaned and gently kissed my nipple as I felt her hands reaching for my waist. As she gently sucked, I felt her fingers pushing and shoving my diaper pant and diaper down, letting them fall between my feet. Her lips pulled just slightly on my nipple as she pulled away, making it ache deliciously. “No little girl tonight darling…” was all she said as she took my hand and led the way to the bedroom. I lay on my back in bed first. She paused for a moment as she started to climb in. She whispered, “You really are a beautiful woman, Cindy.” I reached and pulled her in on top of me as I said, “So are you Angela…. So are you….” Then her lips covered my own in another kiss. But this time, I knew exactly where I wanted my hand to reach. I felt the freshly trimmed hair and the warmth between her legs. She rolled slightly and I shivered when her fingers found my own pussy. Part of what makes a wonderful lover is they take the time to learn your body. Not just what it looks like, or how it feels, but how it responds to their touch. And Angela is a wonderful lover. The first climax for each of us was from the other’s fingers. But then I needed to suck on something. I started with her nipple and I heard her gasp, “Yes baby…. You know what that does to….<gasp> Mommy….” I nodded and suckled as her hand stroked through my hair. Being the smaller woman, I was able to twist around more easily and soon I was gently sucking something else, her clit. My gentle nibbles and flicks of my tongue were rewarded by the same. Her hands and arms were strong as they pushed my one leg up, spreading me for her to lick. Not to be outdone, I used two hands to force her legs wider and suddenly we were licking each other in the classic sixty-nine position. Now, with her hair trimmed, I had full access to those lips, and I took advantage of the situation. I brushed my face against them and kissed them repeatedly. She showed me her gratitude by spreading her legs wider. Her two hands gripped my ass cheeks as she pulled my body on top of her. Her hands pulled and I spread my legs as I lifted slightly onto my knees. She gripped and lifted her face to my pussy and started poking her tongue into my quivering pussy. I kissed and licked for all I was worth. Not to be outdone, I wanted to make her feel beautiful. When her second climax caused her to spurt in my face, I lapped it up and kept going. But after another a minute or so, her legs started to close so I lifted my head away. But when I tried to lift my hips from her, her two hands gripped my ass and squeezed tight. Her tongue poked and licked, and I just lay my head on her thigh as she brought me to a second climax of my own. As I gasped, she gently pushed my hips to one side. But rather than try to rearrange, she lay her head on my inner thigh and pulled my other leg over her shoulder. At the same time, her far leg did the same, draping over my shoulder, her foot behind me. With both our faces only inches from the other one’s pussy, using each other’s thigh as a pillow, we fell asleep. … Sometime in the night, she gently tugged and pulled. I heard her whisper, “Come here sweetie, Mommy’s cold.” I felt her arms pull me around and against her naked bosom. Then a blanket tucked around us. I was facing her chest and nuzzled into the warmth. Then her hand guided my face as she whispered, “Go ahead if you want darling… just don’t pee… you aren’t in a diaper.” I latched onto the nipple that was brushing against my lips, nodded once and fell back to sleep. … It wasn’t my alarm; it was her phone. She jerked awake and it stopped. Then she gently pushed me away as she climbed out of bed. She mumbled, “I get the bathroom first, but don’t fall back to sleep.” I tugged the covers around me a little and relaxed for a minute. I didn’t fall asleep but just enjoyed being naked in bed. Just as I heard the toilet flush, she called to me, “Cindy sweetie, you have just enough time for a shower. Come on, get moving.” I sat up with a groan and mumbled, “Yes Mommy…” without even thinking. Sitting though, woke up my bladder so I stood up and stumbled naked into the bathroom. As I sat, I watched as Mommy was wiping herself with a couple of baby wipes. When she saw me staring, she smirked and said, “Don’t know why I bother showering around you. You just get me in another mess. I giggled as I reached for the toilet roll, “Maybe you should be the one in diapers. The way you squirt… I’m going to have to do the sheets tonight when I get home.” She stood straight, hands on hips as she smirked at me. She stuck her tongue out and said, “Try putting one on me… I DARE you…. Now shower!! I need to get to work and since I’m dropping you off to your work today, you need to get ready.” She winked and pointed. Then turned and walked back into the bedroom. I reached for the handle and started adjusting the water while asking in a louder voice, “You’re taking me today? I can drive myself…” As I stepped in, I heard her reply, “I’m driving today sweetie. I want to see where you work. Now hurry it along.” I rinsed down and had to admit, after last night I did need to clean between my legs a bit. Having her going down on me is great, but I don’t need to smell of sex all day at work. And a good wash of my hair will rinse out the curls from my pigtails. When I got back to the bedroom, she was almost finished getting dressed. She looked very business-like as I reached for my hairbrush and started brushing out my damp hair. “You look nice, maybe I should get my hair cut, so it would be easier to take care of,” I mused as she buttoned her blouse and then applied some lipstick. She winked at me as she answered, “Why thank you sweetie. But I like your long hair. Gives me something to hold your head up with…” She winked at that last part and I felt my face blush, remembering Friday night, staring at that mountain while… Sigh... Then she pointed towards the bed, “I got your things ready, now hurry up. I’m going to make us some coffee.” I turned and looked. She had made the bed and one of my nice work outfits was laying there. She even had a pair of shoes picked out for me. It was just the sort of outfit I’ve worn to work a hundred times. But next to it… she gave me a choice. There was a diaper with a baby pant cover and camisole, next to that was a nice pair of my panties and a bra. She put them both there, letting me decide. Not like some other lovers that would have TOLD me what to do… she’s letting me decide. Decide what I want to wear… … When I got to the kitchen, Mommy was leaning back against the counter sipping her coffee. She just nodded her head towards the coffee maker, “I got out a cup for you.” She didn’t ask, and I’m pretty sure the baby pant had muffled any sound. I poured myself a cup and we stood in silence for a moment while we both sipped from our cups. After a second sip, I whispered, “You will come at lunchtime… to change me if I’m wet?” She smiled and answered, “Of course. Mommy always takes good care of her baby girl. Now… we need to get moving. Get your things and let’s go.” To Be Continued

I don't think I could do 24/7 but would love someone like you to come home to who would look after me like you do your baby boy. The hardest thing is how do you tell someone about your wants and needs because it's not something you can un-say once you have admitted to loving being back as a baby. 

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