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I don't protest as I'm taken off Kris' breast, or even when she puts me on her other breast, I simply open my mouth and go straight back to suckling. I'm a little surprised when it lets down, and I remember why I was doing it in the first place; the milk. It's quite tasty again, and I whimper a little when it runs out, but keep suckling, since I don't have another choice. Once I'm finally pulled off for the end of the nursing session, i nod, fuly defeated, but still wanting to be clean from this pee. "Yes please. A bath would be good."

I stand firm as Andrew pleads with me. "I'm afraid it has to be this." I'm amazed when Andrew takes my words a diffrent way than I was intending. I had planned on giving most of his clothes back tomorrow, before work, but since he was agreeing to going the full 24 hours without them, I wasn't about to correct him. Of course, I wasn't going to let him go 24 hours without an accident either. "Yes, I'll wash your clothes, and you'll have them back in exactly 24 hours, if you can not have another accident by then." I pull a pullup out of the package, then fluff it out, and hold it open down near the floor for Andrew. "Step into these please, so Mommy can get them on you Sweetheart."

I whimper pathetically, crying onto the breast that I'm nursing. To my surprise I nod when she asks if I feel better. I'm completely amazed that Kris is not mad at me for peeing all over her. She did force me into it, but I leaked because I held it so long... well mostly because of that. The warm, wet diaper, feels surprisingly good against my skin, and I find myself actually getting a little bit excited.

I shrug as Andrew tells me I don't have to carry him. "I like carrying you, and you're really easy to carry, you're quite light. I frown and shake my head "No" as Andrew asks if I have anything else he can wear. "Everything else I have would be way too big on you." I nod when he picks out the blue dress with flowers on it. "Okay, seems good. Now, I'm not sure if you'll like this next part." I go to the closet, and pull out an open package of little girls' goodnite pullups. They have prints of princesses on them. "since you had an accident, and such a big one at that. I want you to wear these. I don't really have any other underwear for you anyways, and I don't want you making a mess on my carpet, or my niece's dress either. In fact, you wet so much before, that I want you to wear two of these, just to be safe. I know, I know, 'it was an accident' but just to be safe. If you can go 24 hours without making another mess, I'll let you go back into regular underwear, okay?"

I'm back to tears quickly, as Kris tells me her plans. "I don't want to be unpotty trained. Please, just let me use the toilet! It hurts!" Despite myself I latch back onto her breast, and nurse, gaining some comfort from being able to suckle something. The gentle rubbing on my belly, and on my bladder specifically helps some, and I'm able to let little spurt, after little spurt into the diaper, whimpering, and flinching each time. Luckily as the pressure lets up, my bladder is able to relax, and eventually it just gives up completely, and pee streams hard, hot and fast into my diaper. in less than a minute the diaper is overwhelmed, unable to absorb the stream of pee fast enough, and the diaper leaks around my legs, straight onto Kris' lap. My defeated bladder, just keeps letting it out, and I pee enough, that I would have overwhelmed the diaper even if I hadn't let it go all at once. I just relax, my body going limp, as I cry from the shame, suckling rhythmically on the breast in my mouth.

I smile, delighting in Andrew's slow realization of everything that happened. When he apologizes I wave him off. "No need to apologize Dear, I actually quite liked it. In fact, I'd like it very much if you kept calling me Mommy." I grab a big fluffy towel I had set off to the side, and unfold it as Andrew stands up. As soon as he steps out, I'm waiting for him with arms held wide, and wrap him up in the towel, drying him all over, making sure to dry inside his legs, his crotch, between his butt cheeks, and behind his ears. As soon as he seems to be all dry, I wrap him up tightly in the towel, essentially using it as a swaddling blanket, to wrap him snugly. "Alright let me take you to the clothes I say, as I sweep him off his feet, and carry him into the little girl's guest room. I lay him down on the bed, to let him wriggle out of the swaddle on his own if he wants as I go to the closet, and pull out all of the dresses that my "niece" had left behind. There's a simple little girl's party dress in each of the primary and secondary colors, pink, and white, The main difference is the picture printed onto the bodice and skirt. There's a wide variety from hearts, to "Mommy's girl, to a silver unicorn, to flowers, to butterflies, and a few others. I lay out the dresses and ask Andrew. "Which one do you want?"

It truly hurts to keep holding my bladder, and I finally decide to give up. I try to pee, but to my surprise it hurts just as much to try to pee, as it does to hold it. My bladder has bee clenched so tight that it doesn't want to unclench at all. I whimper, flinching as I feel the sharp stabbing pain. I pull my head back as much as I can and wail. "It hurts! I can't go!" I whimper as I try again, and a small tear leaks out of my eye. I've gotten myself into a pickle now, and I need help to do exactly what I was trying so hard to not do earlier. I feel so helpless, and vulnerable, Everything is completely out of my controll.

It's hard to stroke Andrew off properly with how small his cock is, but luckily that doesn't seem to matter, as he's cumming into my hand and the water very quickly. I lean in and kiss his forehead as he comes down from his climax, his tiny penis cumming into the water, as his petite purse pulls his marbles up close to his body, and shoots their contents through his system. "Such a good little thing you are Sweetheart. Making cummies for Mommy. You're absolutely precious Honey. You really liked that a lot huh? It's okay, you don't have to be embarrassed about it at all, there's nothing wrong with it. "You ready to get out? Or do you wanna play in the cummy water a bit more darling?" I ask, framing both options as equally viable choices.

Despite suckling on reflex, and not of my own choice, it feels strangely good to suck from Kris' breast, and I start to feel closer to her. Suddenly I feel her breast let down, and a little milk squirts into my mouth. It tastes a little fatty, and filling, like regular milk, but it's sweet, and smoother. Despite myself, I find myself nodding when she asks if her milk tastes yummy. I whimper when Kris tells me that I'm going to have to nurse from her for half an hour. When she sticks her fingers inside of my diaper, I squeal into her breast, and flail a bit, kicking uselessly in protest. It's getting really hard to hold my bladder, and starting to hurt to do so. it really doesn't help when Kris starts to rub my diaper, and neither does starting to get aroused, which I do to my dismay.

I frown as Andrew tells me that he doesn't like it, but that quickly turns to a smile, as he admits how he really feels, and pleads with me to keep going. "Okay sweetheart. Just relax then, Mommy is going to make you feel all good. I grasp his small rod, and begin to firmly rub it up and down, making sure to focus on the underside of his tiny cock, and the sensitive head now peeking out of his foreskin. I reach into the water with my other hand, and gently rub the insides of his thighs. "Go ahead and make cummies for Mommy sweetheart. Let it all out. Sweet thing. Oh you're so precious. Let Mommy make you feel good. Tell Mommy how it feels, go ahead."

Daolalin nods as her Daddy explains, frowning as he tells her that she should do it on her own, not wanting to be robbed of his gentle touch, even a little bit. Despite this she obediently nods. "Okay, I'll pay really close attention to learn then." She nods again as he explains how her hair can get dirty, amazed that there's something about human bodies that he doesn't know. When he gets to her privates, and tells her this is where he meant earlier, she nods again. "Okay Daddy. I'll watch how you do it." She feels him wash between her legs, and in the creases even more gently than before, over the top of the strange lips that her body hadn't quite had before. It feels just as comforting, but a little more so, and Daolalin also starts to feel a little excited as well, a very different sensation makes her feel something deep inside, as he brushes over a tiny nub, cleaning her gently. She wanted to ask him to touch her there more, but didn't know if it was okay for her to ask that.

As Kris rubs her nipple against my mouth, I can't stop it from parting my lips, letting it slip inside, but it still can't get past my teeth. I whimper, pleading for her to not force me when she grabs my nose, and reluctantly let my mouth open to breathe, as I start to become uncomfortable. I get her nipple, and a good bit of her breast in my mouth, and her nipple rubbing against my soft pallet, makes a suckling reflex I didn't know I had kick in. I don't know how to stop suckling, and soon find myself nursing on Kris' breast, hoping that no milk will let down.

I feel Andrew start to get hard, and hear him moan, and I can't help but smile. "Do you like that Sweetheart? It's okay if you do. If you want me to I can make you feel really good down there Honey. Just let me know, and I'd be happy to do that for you." I smile as I stare into his eyes knowingly.

Daolalin smiles as her Daddy asks if she feels nice in the tub. "Yes Daddy, it feels really nice." It feels even better as he starts washing her body all over. He says something kind of confusing so she asks. "How would the pee get in my hair if it only comes out down there? My hair is on my head." She simply relaxed as he washed her arms and legs, and privates. "Why isn't it appropriate for Daddy to touch me certain places? You're supposed to take care of me right? So if I need to be washed somewhere, shouldn't you do it, so that I don't do it wrong? If part of me needs to be cleaned, shouldn't you clean it Daddy?" The girl asks, feeling confused.

I see that Kris seems nervous, and I can't help but wonder why in the world she would be nervous. She's not the one trapped with an insane woman nearly twice her height, and many times stronger than her, about to try to force her to drink from her breast. I can't stop Kris from pushing my head to her breast, but I keep my lips closed, and refuse to suck on her breast. I'm definitely not going to bite her either.

I notice Andrew making eye contact with me, and I smile at him gently, maintaining eye contact, as I start washing his privates. "Nonsense. I'm not going to send you out of my home just because of an accident. Stay here tonight. Please. You're helping me, let me help you. I'm more than happy cleaning you, and I don't mind the smell all that much. Besides, we're getting rid of the smell now. Aren't we?"

I nuzzle your cheek against mine, as I hold you. I nod, as you point out that walking isn't really an option for you., and look in the trunk. "Ahh, here we go, this should make things easier." I say, pulling out the carrying sling. I strap it to my front, and then slip you in, so that you're snuggled against me, your head against my breasts. Once we get inside, I ask. "So, what animals do you want to see? What's your favorite animal?"

I'm both relieved, and strangely bit disappointed when you don't seem to get mad at me for throwing the roster out of the pen. I lie down on the pillow with a bored sigh. I groan when I hear the talk show come on, I'd always hated the saccharine meaningless fluff of daytime TV. I do my best to ignore the noise, and pick up the Stuffed animals. I start giving them little names and personalities, making up small stories. I have them move back and forth a bit, making the Dragon swoop down and around, as she plays together with the other animals.

I shrug as Kris tells me we're not leaving the chair. "That's fine by me. I probably don't want to do whatever you have planned for me next anyways." At her suggestion taht I need more liquid, I frown. "I don't want to use my diaper, and I don't particularly want to get out of this chair. So I'm not going to drink anything you give me." I say stubbornly. I look down at Kriss' breasts as she begins to uncover them. I have to admit that I do really like her boobs. If they were anyone else's I'd be just about dying to suck on them, milk or no. I decide to admit my infatuation in my own stubborn style. "I do like the boobs, just not the person they're attached to. No thank you. I don't want any milk. Especially if I have to suck it out of you. Gross." it's really not all that gross, and if it had been someone who wasn't kidnapping me to use me as a baby sex slave, I'd actually find the lactation and nursing kind of hot.

While I'm getting Andrew out of his wet clothes, now that he's simply standing there, I take in his naked form. He's even cuter with his clothes off, and his tiny little genitals are absolutely adorable. He's just too perfect for someone to take him and make him their little baby girl. When Andrew says the water is a little hot, I move to put in a bit of cold water to cool it down, but once he says he thinks he can manage, I simply let him get in. Once the water is high enough, I grab a washcloth, and rub some soap on it, then start gently, but thoroughly washing Andrew.

I taste cherry chapstick on my lips after I kiss Kris, and I make a disgusted face, and go to wipe my lips with my arm. "I don' like artificial cherry." I explain. I shake my head "no" when Kris asks if I need to go pee pee. "I usually only go twice a day, so every 12 hours or so." I explain. "it's usually so I don't have to use public restrooms while I'm spending all day at school, or if I'm taking a long car trip." While this was true, it had been 8 hours since I had peed in the morning in the hotel bathroom, and I did currently have to go. I stubbornly hold back though, content to hold on until she got as bored as I was sure I was going to be with my live and entertainment reduced to that of a baby. I was more than fine with having a battle of wills as I lay in Kris' arms, in the rocking chair... it was actually kind of comfortable, and I had always liked physical contact, cuddling, and hugs, though there was no way I was going to tell Kris that right now.

I look at the mostlly full tub, and note. "Just a minute or so. Let's go ahead and get you out of these wet clothes, okay Sweetheart?" Without waiting for an answer, I pull off his shirt, and undo his pants, standing him up, and pulling his pants down along with his underwear. "Step out for me Honey." I tell him. I look at the water in the tub, and it seems mostly full. "Alright, you can get in while it fills up the rest of the way. Feel the water first and tell me if it's too hot or too cold" I command gently.

I cower and whimper as Kris raises her voice. I'm intimidated without her even needing to fully shout. The revelation that's she's been stalking me intimidates me more than her shouting would, and a shiver goes down my spine. Even though I'm scared, her points are valid. We both know she's right. I struggle uselessly again when she grabs my lips, this time I'm at least able to breathe easily while she silences me. The treat of violence scares me. Even just a spanking from this woman with her strength, would be very painful, and possibly even dangerous for me. I don't even particularly want to leave the chair, but I mechanically respond. "Yes Mommy." and then plant my lips on her, only doing the bare minimum mechanical motions required for a "kiss". Surprisingly it's not as bad as I was afraid it would be.

I snuggle Andrew softly, gently rocking him as he calms down, cradling his head agasint my chest. I nod when he points out that my clothes would't fit him. "You're right Sweetheart, but... well... I don't think there's a good way o putting thsi delicately, but you're the same size as my little niece, and I think I have some clothes that her parents left here they last time they came to visit. Let's not worry about that quite yet though Honey, let's get you into a bath, okay? I stand up, still Holding onto Andrew, and carry him upstairs, down a short hallway, and into an enormous bathroom. I turn on the tub, and plug it up with Andrew still in my arms, then sit down on the toilet lid, and cradle him in my lap as the tub fills up.

I lie through the diaper change unhappily, keeping up my silent protest. You're very through and gentle with the diaper change, and I appreciate it, even if I don't like what you're doing. Once you put me down in the play pen, I sit up as soon as I'm able. I try to stand up, but quickly realize that there's no way that's happening, so I simply just let myself collapse back down to laying on the floor, moping for a bit. After a while though, I start to get bored, and figure I may as well use what little freedom I have. I sit up and consider my clothes. I consider taking off my onesie, but decide that doing so is pointless. I look over at the two piles, and decide I like the look of the soft plush pile better. I look through the pile of plushies, and try to find a small one that I like the least. I find a particularly ugly rooster, that just seems boring, and decide to try to throw it over the walls, more just to see if I can, and to entertain myself than to try to throw some kind of tantrum. After my little experiment, I decide to arrange the rest of the plushies into a sort of "audience", lining them up by size, just to see what I have. There's one particular blue dragon that I take a liking to, and decide to cuddle for a bit.