Baby’s Date, a Collaboration Between Sissy Becky and Peculiar Changeling

[Sissy Becky]

Once Upon A Time there was a Mommy, a Daddy, and a Little One. The Little One.

Today The Little One had a very busy day.  From the moment they awoke to the moment they were put down in their crib, it was a day full of fun with their Mommy and Daddy.

Mommy and Daddy loved to dote on their Little One and today they had spent all day doing it. The Little One had a big yummy breakfast of rice cereal and formula while Mommy and Daddy had pancakes.  

After that, Daddy gave The Little One a bath with all their bath toys and rubber ducky friends. The Little One and Daddy would splash together and have lots of fun.

Mommy and Daddy even took The Little One shopping.  The poor Little One got all blushy when Mommy explained that no-one would notice their diapers hidden under their short-alls.

That’s when Daddy noticed there was a special shopping cart, a “Caroline’s Cart”! It was trouble. The Little One pleaded to no avail, and found themselves buckled in place.  They were so embarrassed.

The Little One loved their polycule family very much, and Mommy and Daddy both loved The Little One just as much.  They also loved to humiliate The Little One so they knew that even if they were the size of a “big kid”, they were just a tiny baby inside.

When the whole family got to the baby aisle The Little One got really blushy and whiney.

“Mommy, but what if someone …”

“Shhh,” Daddy said and smiled.   

Mommy held up a cute little bib to The Little One’s chest, making The Little One feel even smaller inside.  So small they wanted to crawl away and hide.  But The Little One loved this feeling very much, and their Mommy and Daddy knew they loved it too.

When they all got home with their shopping, The Little One was given a “big kid” lunch of dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets as well as mac and cheese. Locked away in their highchair they still had to drink their formula from a sippy cup and wear their new bib!

The day went on and the three of them had so much fun! The Little One had a tantrum for naptime and had to be spanked and put in time out. The Little One hated time out the most.  But Mommy and Daddy gave out hugs and kisses and forgave The Little One.  

The three of them had a lovely dinner.  The Little One’s belly was so full after having so many spoonfuls of pureed prunes pushed in!

“That’s it, eleven jars!  Good job, Sweet Pea.”  Mommy was so proud, it made The Little One feel warm and soft and squishy, even if their tummy was full.  The only thing as good as praise from Mommy was praise from Daddy. Sometimes, when Mommy and Daddy were extra sweet, it felt as good as the extra special times when The Little One got to “make squirties”.

It was time to get ready for bed.  After The Little One got changed by Mommy and Daddy and put into their favorite PJs,  Mommy and Daddy told them to sit on the floor so they could take their medicine.

The Little One hated medicine days.  It always tasted so oily and yucky.  Mommy would always put it in a medicine paci and Daddy would ensure they had sucked down every drop.

Finally it was crib time. The Little One whined, “But Mommy, Daddy, I want to sleep with you!” 

“Hush now,” Daddy whispered, softly stroking The Little One’s hair.

Daddy popped a pacifier back in The Little Ones mouth, and snuggled Their Big Stuffy into their arms.  Mommy and Daddy both gave sloppy kisses to The Little One on their lips.  They raised the crib bars, closed the top, and turned out the light.

The Little One sighed and tried to fall asleep.

* * *
The Little One awoke.

They could smell their disgusting dirty diaper.  The prunes and castor oil had definitely done their duty.  The cloying, earthy muck mixed with the clean smell of the plastic sheet only inches from their nose. 

The ever present scent of baby powder hung in the air.  Mommy made sure of that.  She purchased a nursery scented air freshener. “To remind you that you’re still a baby!” Mommy had exclaimed cheerfully while installing it above the change table.

Little snatches and sniffs of rubber and leather were constant from the various toys and restraints that were a permanent part of The Little One’s life. 

All this hanging on the olfactory backbeat of the ever present rhythm of the smell of the diaper pail.  Sometimes it was full to bursting, the pungent scent filling the room, and the Little One was destined for a night of spanking and line writing for being so lax in their cleaning duties. This time only a few sodden reminders of their babyhood were sealed away in that powder scented plastic.

The light of the nightlight shone gently across the room. It was an old Piglet one—in his red shirt with a look of trepidation on his face.  This was the very first nightlight Mommy and Daddy had when The Little One spent the night at their house the first time. The Little One remembered how they felt like Piglet too.

The Little One’s eyes glanced over to Their Big Stuffy.  It was a big fox that was just like a large pillow, with a huge smile printed on her fabric face.  Mommy and Daddy had gotten Their Big Stuffy for them as a special treat the day their weekend arrangement was agreed upon.  They all agreed Their Big Stuffy was the second cutest addition to the family.  The Little One had named her Peaches.

The Little One’s eyes wandered over to the new addition, the toy shelf.  Mommy and Daddy had purchased that at Ikea and practically dropped it at The Little One’s feet.  Daddy’s words echoing through their ears. “It’s just like a puzzle baby!  Now be good and set it up for Mommy and Daddy.” 

It had taken most of the day, and their diaper was a mess by the end of it.  That night Mommy and Daddy took turns stocking the toy shelf with toddler classics like stacking rings and busy boards, and toys for dirty naughty ABDLs like tunnel plugs, pacifier gags and spankers.  The Little One was kept safely locked in their crib while this happened, whining and excited to see their new toys, but tightly restrained only able to watch through the crib bars while Mommy and Daddy teased them.

The crib bars.  They weren’t locked and could be lowered!  For the first time in a long time if The Little One wanted to leave their crib, they could.

“Sssshhh! You’ll wake them!” It was Mommy’s voice through the baby monitor.  This was a new thing they added.  Normally Mommy set it up during “naptime” to make sure The Little One wasn’t getting into trouble.  This time Mommy and Daddy must have set it up wrong, the transmitter was in their room and the receiver was here!

“Even if we did wake them, what are they going to do?”  It was Daddy’s voice, and it sounded like a dare!

Mommy giggled a little at that, and before long let out a short moan.

Lying there, The Little One tasted the drool from their pacifier, and the bitter remnants of the castor oil.

But… best of all, was the warm and mushy feeling of the wet and messy diaper.

Mommy’s voice rang out through the baby monitor, “Oh yeah, just like that.”

The Little One was really turned on right now, hearing their Mommy and Daddy do nasty things to each other while The LIttle One was trapped in the crib.  They brought their hands down to their mushy diaper and started to rub a little.

“That’s it,” Mommy’s loud sigh sounded like a waterfall through the little speaker of the baby monitor.  “Just like that.”

Shocked, The Little One stopped rubbing.  It was like Mommy was talking to them!  But no, the moans coming through the monitor made it clear that Mommy was talking to Daddy.

They looked at the top of the crib.  The unlocked Crib.

Did they dare?  They could!

Another moan escaped Mommy's lips, this time The Little One could hear it from the other room and the baby monitor.

The Little One looked back fondly at the days they were allowed to spend time in Mommy’s and Daddy’s bed.  How much they missed that. 

The baby monitor continued to broadcast sounds of adult fun. Its source was a mere 30 feet away, in the next room. 

The Little One remembered their Daddy saying how they should only leave the crib during emergencies, how it was important that they should stay in their crib, and how much they would be punished if they broke the rule.

“—ttle One…” wait did Mommy say their name?

That settled it. It was time for adventure.

They sat up.  The diaper went squish and the Little One felt mush spread everywhere.
 
They waited until Mommy and Daddy were making a lot of noise, and slid the bars of their crib down with a gentle ‘whish’ and a ‘click’.

Slowly they crept out of their crib, grabbed Peaches, and crawled out the door. 

Through the hallway they crawled.  The crinkle of their diaper was loud even through their soft PJs in the hushed hallway. Finally they got to the master bedroom.  They crept through the open door.

Elegant scented candles, bottles of lube, restraints, spankers and toys were everywhere.  Mommy and Daddy were both on the bed.  Daddy was tightly bound, oh his knees, face down and ass up.  Mommy was kneeling between his legs and had her hands on Daddys hips.

Was Mommy…?

“Yes, just like that,” she purred.   She thrusted her hips and Daddy squealed a little.

The Little One crept to their special chair in Mommy’s and Daddy’s room.  This was the ‘watching chair’ that Daddy had set up for them.  It was a small chair painted pink and blue, and sometimes Mommy and Daddy would restrain them to it. That way The Little One could watch Mommy and Daddy play but not be able to touch themselves, just like they were tonight.

Not just like tonight.  Tonight was new.

The Little One silently sat down in their special chair, their mucky diaper making the slightest of squelches as they settled into place.  They nestled Peaches between their legs.

The Little One watched. They couldn’t help but rub their mucky diaper in time with Mommy’s thrusting and Daddy’s grunting. The little one had never seen anything like this before, and was extremely turned on by it.  They wanted Mommy to do the same thing to them!

Their tummy made a few more gurgles and rumbles.  

They watched as Mommy kept thrusting harder and harder.  The Little One kept rubbing in time with Mommy and Daddy, squishing their ruined diaper and feeling the mess squirt around as they continued to grind against Peaches. 

The Little One felt the cramps well up, from the bottom of their spine and snaking all the way through to the tippy top of their tummy.

They closed their eyes and imagined Mommy doing that to them. Their other hand almost unconsciously moved to their mouth, and The Little One started sucking hard on their thumb. They rubbed their diaper harder and started grinding into it, the soppy mess spreading out, just barely contained by a protective layer of plastic pants.  

The LIttle One felt a little squirt come out. Out of the backside of their diaper that is!

The commotion in the room got louder and louder.  Mommy and Daddy lost in their moment and The Little One lost in their imagination.  There was a big squelch as The Little One lost control, and a blowout came pouring through the top of their diaper and plastic pants at the back. This only encouraged The Little One to keep going.

They couldn't help it, they kept thinking about how they filled their diaper helplessly,  they kept imagining between Mommy and Daddy.  They were so close…

So close…

So close!

And that’s when The Little One felt Mommy’s tender hand against their cheek.  The Little One threw open their eyes and there was Mommy and Daddy.

The Little One stared up at their ‘Parents’.  The Little One self consciously sitting in this childish chair with their knees up to their chest, their stuffy between their spread legs, and the scent of fresh squirty messies carried up.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Mommy Said

“Any more and Your Big Stuffy would have helped you make number three.” Daddy added.

The Little One sniffled, “I’m sowwy.” 

Their ‘Parents’ both replied, “You will be!’

The End

* * *

Mommy finishes reading the book, “And that’s how we found you!  You were a stinky little mess sitting in your chair.”

“And you were really close to making another one too!” Daddy replies.  

You’re sitting between Mommy and Daddy on the couch before bedtime. This is part of the punishment for sneaking out of the crib to watch Mommy and Daddy.  The new nighttime routine was a long spanking and corner time, followed up by storytime, where you’re made to sit through this childish retelling of how you got caught.

Mommy kisses you on the forehead, “Sweetie, what if we commissioned some of your favorite artists, and turned it into a picture book, would you like that?” 

“I think that’s a wonderful idea!” Daddy replies.  “Then all your baby friends can see just how naughty a baby you are!”

“But, I just want some Adult time like you and Mommy!” you plead.  It’s been so long. The last month has been hard, Mommy and Daddy don’t even let you make stickies in your diaper any more, keeping you tightly restrained in your crib during sleep time, just in case you get up to naughty business. 

“I just want to have a special date.  Just like you guys did.”

“Well, Daddy and I talked it over. Tomorrow will be the one month anniversary of your misbehavior.  We agreed that since you’ve done very well with your punishment, you can have a date just like Mommy and Daddy.”

“Really?!?”  Your eyes are as wide as pie plates.

“Yes.  Mommy and I have found someone special for you, and have planned the perfect date.” Daddy’s smile is genuine.  Who could they have found?

“But for now, it’s time for bed!” 

“But Mommy!” You whine. “Please tell me more!”

“Ah, ah, ah!” She chides back. “Remember what happened last time you whined before bed?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“What happened?”

“I had to have my mouth washed out with soap Mommy.”

Daddy joins in, “And what else?”

“I spent the whole night with a soapy pacifier in my mouth,” you say dejectedly, remembering the long night.  It wouldn’t have been so bad, except right before Daddy went to bed, he came in and gave the pacifier, and your mouth, a fresh coat of soap.

That was a long night. You learned your lesson.

“Do you want a repeat?” Daddy says, his voice a little more stern.

“No sir.”

“Good.” he says, ruffling your hair.

Mommy finishes pouring a strong dose of castor oil into your medicine pacifier.  It looks like you’re in for another messy night.  Daddy lifts up your chin and Mommy holds the medicine pacifier in place.  You grimace as you suck down the bitter oil as fast as you can, gentle words of encouragement tumbling out of Mommy and Daddy mouths, while Mommy strokes your throat softly.

Just like every night for the past month,  you’re restrained to your crib, and your stuffy Peaches the Fox is nestled next to you.  Daddy pops a pacifier in your mouth, slides up the crib bars and closes the top, locking everything in place and giving you a wink.

Getting through tonight will feel like forever, it may be even worse than the night with the soapy pacifier. 

This is part one of a collaboration with Peculiar Changeling. It's been a lot of fun, and it is so awesome to work with him. Keep an eye out for part 2 from him! Special thanks to our editor Ellie, who is awesome

**Sissy Becky** used to run an ABDL website way back on the day. Now they write "Adult Baby Research Institute" a long form serial about a ABDL BSDM sex asylum where everything is turned up to 11.

Catch their work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/sissybecky. (Or here)  

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[Sissy Becky]

Part 2 is available here: 

 

[PeculiarChangeling]

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