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20. Moving from the fresh air and relative calm of the outdoor area of the resort into the reception area of the daycare was like being transported instantly into a totally different world. The walls were a blaze of primary colors with bright decals of building blocks, forests, and nursery rhyme characters. Ceiling fans did little to dissipate the stale odor of used diapers. Every inch of the floor was covered by spongy colored waterproof tiles. Soft lullabies played in the background, mingling with the crying of unseen babies and the shouts of toddlers. A smiling woman greeted the group from behind a desk covered in blue and green bins filled with forms. “Welcome!” she said enthusiastically, rising to greet the women. “Ms. Adams told us to expect you at some point, so we’ve already got most of the information we need to take in your two adorable girls. Just to confirm, neither is potty trained and both are still being bottle fed with some beginner solids, correct?” “Yes,” Amy responded as she and Beth scanned a paper thrust at them. “I do have one question. The materials we received aren’t really clear on your hours or how long we can leave the girls here.” “That one’s easy,” the woman replied happily. “We don’t have hours. We’re open 24/7. As long as you leave us with enough changing supplies and clothing, we’re good to go. Some parents choose to leave their children here for their entire stay, others will do a few hours here and there. Are either of you breast feeding? If so, our facility is set up for you to drop by to nurse or to pump at your convenience. We also have a wet-nurse on staff, but she’s only here during the daytime. If you want that option, just check the box down at the bottom there.” Lily and Beth giggled to see Amy reach over to check the box. It took a few minutes longer to discuss dietary needs and to transfer the diaper bags, but all too soon Chris watched as the women headed toward the door, chattering as to what they wanted for lunch. He longed for the days when he had a choice as well, or at the very least something he could chew. “Now, then,” the woman said, “let’s get the two of you settled. Ginger, could you please come out here and take one of these little ones back to the appropriate room? If they need additional help, are you free?” A young woman with dark red hair and freckles, wearing cartoon scrubs, appeared from the back room, smiling broadly as she approached the strollers. “I can have Alice cover for me in the toddler room,” she said, “I was hoping I’d get a chance to take care of this one. And just in time for lunch it appears.” She read a clipboard attached to Chris’s stroller as she pushed him past reception into the depths of the center. They passed a playroom with young children around kindergarten age running, climbing, jumping, and screaming. They passed another room with a small circle of preschoolers listening intently to a story. They passed a room of toddlers sitting in a row on plastic potty chairs. Chris expected to be pushed into that room, but they kept going. Finally they arrived at a closed door with a stork holding a bundle in its beak. Ginger opened it with an electronic key and pushed Chris inside. He was immediately assaulted with a wall of scents, most of them bad. Stinking diapers, spilled formula, and ammonia, mixed with sickly sweet ointment odors and the cloud of baby powder floating in the air. Surprisingly, he saw very few babies in the room. There were lines of cribs, a few couches, two playpens, and a kitchenette, but only one other infant that he could see. The ventilation in this room must be awful, he thought. “All right, then, let’s get you some lunch,” Ginger said sweetly as she unstrapped him from the stroller. “Crawl over to the highchair, sweetie.” As Chris crawled, he was surprised to feel his diaper hanging heavily toward the floor. He’d just been changed, hadn’t he? Wouldn’t he have known if he’d peed since then? He may be incontinent, but he thought he at least he had the awareness of an adult when he urinated. Lunch brought more awful smells and with it terrible tastes to match. The food in the restaurants was meant to impress guests, but apparently the opinion of anyone who couldn’t verbalize their distaste for the cuisine wasn’t considered important. For the first time he wondered if it affected the odor emanating from his diaper when it came back out, and was instantly embarrassed that such a thought even entered his mind. For her part, Ginger played the airplane into the hanger game, then switched to a train entering a tunnel, then sang little ditties about healthy girls needing healthy foods. Her overly dramatic gestures with the spoon distracted Chris enough that he was constantly taken by surprise when it eventually was pushed into his mouth. At first he used his tongue to push it right back out, but Ginger was right there to scrape it back in again, and it tasted worse the second time. By the time lunch was over, he thought he could feel the contents of his stomach jumping around looking for the fastest way to leave his body. Ginger wiped his face gently with a warm, wet washcloth before leading over to a couch and placing him over her lap. She produced an oversized bottle of cool purple juice which by comparison to the foods he’d just eaten was a pleasure to drink, although her whispering what a good girl she was to take her medicine so well disturbed him. The day’s events had worn him out and he was hoping this was where he could take a nap, both to rejuvenate and to get away from the world around him for a while, but there was one more surprise. Ginger slid out from under him but held his torso up off the cushions as another body took her place. This woman was slightly older, perhaps near thirty, and had a kind look as she gazed down at him. He began to close his eyes, but she pinched his cheek with a “not yet.” Opening his eyes back up, he was horrified as she lowered her blouse and revealed a mountainous breast, the end of its nipple dripping with milk. “Open up and stay awake, baby girl,” she cooed softly, “you have two boobs to empty.” Without another word, she slipped her nipple into his mouth and pulled him closer to her chest. Milk immediately began to dribble onto his tongue and within seconds he had to swallow or choke. She whispered “suck or auntie will spank” into his ear in a tone that would take no dissent. Drinking from her wasn’t the same as from a bottle and it took Chris time to figure out how to maximize the flow, but once he did it came fast and seemed endless. He wanted to scream that he couldn’t drink another drop when the flow slowed and the woman used a finger to pop the seal his mouth made around her. She turned him on his side, patting and rubbing his back, and was rewarded with a wet belch. His burp did little to clear more room and all he wanted was to be tucked into bed, but her other breast still needed to be drained. It took longer this time and he came close to throwing up there was so much. At some point he must have fallen asleep while he nursed, because the next thing he knew she was lifting him up and carrying him to a crib. Chris was uncomfortably full and couldn’t stop little belches as he was laid down for his nap. Ginger came back into view and placed a Velcro spit-up bib around his neck, then put her hand down inside the front of his diaper, rubbing it right up against his penis. “We should have changed her,” she said quietly to someone. “We may have to change this sheet later.” When Chris awoke, it was from a dream that he was floating in a swimming pool. The image wasn’t far off. Pee puddled in the rear of his diaper and spilled out onto the bed. He was pretty sure he’d soiled himself as well. He needed changing and he needed it now. When shuffling around making noise didn’t work, he tried to imitate the crying babies he’d heard earlier. That did bring Ginger around. “Wakey, wakey, stinky pants,” she said with a wide grin. “Does someone need to get all clean and dry?” Lying on the changing table, Chris realized that he’d been at the resort only about 24 hours, and this was the third complete stranger to change his diaper. His thoughts wandered to his life ahead for the next month, or six months, or year. How many times would he have to endure the humiliation of having his most private areas wiped down and scrutinized by women who not long ago would have looked upon him as a possible sexual partner, but now would see nothing but a drooling, poop-smeared baby in need of their care? Ginger monopolized him for the rest of the afternoon, playing baby games with him in the playpen, singing songs, making up stories to picture books and, no surprise, feeding him yet another bottle. She was using a baby comb to make small tufts that she would then snap bows on when Ms. Adams came to say that “his Mommy” would be by shortly to pick him up. Ginger sighed with disappointment. “You’d better come back again soon,” she told him as she put him into the stroller. The air got fresher the further they got away from the nursery room and Chris sighed with relief, not noticing that he’s just added a bit of a foul odor by peeing himself just as they arrived in the reception area at the same time Amy and Beth walked through the front door. “Kristie, baby!” Amy said with genuine enthusiasm as she leaned down to give him a kiss and hug, sighing with a “tsk, tsk” as she felt his diaper. “I’ll bet you’re ready for a bottle.” Chris’s eyes opened wide. It was the last thing he wanted or needed, but he kept quiet as he was pushed back out the door. -
By metalwolf1 · Posted
Medline makes a few good bladder pads that seem to work pretty well. I guess that depends on how bad your leaks/accidents are while you try to regain some of your control back. https://www.amazon.com/Medline-ContourPlus-Incontinence-Moderate-Absorbency/dp/B0C4Z3MPYN -
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I know this is just a story and it's so good. I would give everything to find a woman like her.
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