A Perfect Fit

[skidy]

Chapter 1

I came across the ad on a site I used to market my services. I had finished university with a decent degree, but struggled to get a well paid job and had slipped into ‘escort’ work through a friend who was in the same line of 'business'. I gradually started to specialise in kinkier aspects of the scene: partly because the money was better but also because the customers were, on the whole, nicer. I was doing okay, but the ad certainly caught my interest.

“Well remunerated, long-term contract for a petit young woman with an interest in submissive role/age play.”

I ticked all the boxes. I was only 5’1”, slim and an A cup bra size. I certainly had a preference for the submissive role and had quite extensive experience as a sub. Not so much on age-play, but the thought of it didn’t bother me at all.

I called the number and a female voice answered. “Hello. This is Marie, can I help you?”

“I’m calling about the advert for a young woman” I replied.

“Ah, excellent. What’s your name?”

I told her that my name was Louise Howe.

“And what’s your current position?”

I gave an outline of my current circumstances in terms of work, accommodation, personal life and location. Marie took it all on board and, when she felt the phone call had gone as far as it could, gave me a web link to send a few photos, “just regular pics - no need for nudes - but make sure there’s at least a couple of full length shots”.

The next step, assuming my photos passed muster, would be an interview and selection process which would take three days in a location to be advised. I was told that all expenses would be taken care of and a fee paid for my time. The fee suggested was more than I’d earn in a month, so I had no hesitation in confirming my interest. She said I’d hear one way or the other in a couple of days and that was that.

After finishing the call I poured a glass of red wine and thought about what had transpired. Marie had seemed nice, her tone had been very matter-of-fact - I could have been applying for a position as an accounts clerk.  There was nothing to put me off so I sent off a few recent pics with the details she had asked for and then it was back to work, checking my messages on the adultwork website.

A message was waiting from a man in London on business, staying at the Savoy Hotel. He was looking for a submissive and had left a mobile number. I rang the number and he answered straight away. He said he was at the hotel and was ready for a session right now. Charing Cross was about fifteen minutes on the tube so I said I could be there in about half an hour. He agreed my rates and gave me his name, Simon, and room number. He said to go through to the American Bar and call him when there. Before calling off he asked that I wore modest dress, but with a fairly short skirt and I was happy to inform him I’d not need to change!

I have to admit that I was feeling pretty good on my journey in. The American Bar is, if a little pricey, fabulous and, with the best cocktails in London, I was hoping for a drink before we got down to business.

On arriving in the bar I gave him a call. He was sat at the bar and waved at me as his phone rang. He looked like a nice guy, probably mid-50s, smartly dressed. He offered me a drink and I ordered a Coffee Black Velvet and then we moved to a more private table.

After asking about my trip in it was down to business. He said that he wanted me to be his baby for the evening. I’d be wearing and using nappies and, as a baby, have no ‘agency’ at all. I’d be at the mercy of him as my daddy with the backup of a safe word. If I was comfortable with this he’d pay me for an overnight session. If not we’d have a one-hour session and he’d pay me for two hours. I’d had some experience with the adult baby scene before and it had always been fun, so I agreed to the overnight session. We finished our drinks and I went with him to his room.

A “Do Not Disturb” sign was hung from his door handle and as we entered the room I could see why. There were packs of nappies, baby bottles, dummies, and clothes. A changing mat was on the bed and there was a cot in a corner of the room. “I told them that my wife and baby daughter might be here this evening, so they made a cot up for me”. I had to admire his preparations.

“Time for your nappy, Louise”.

[warpiper]

Liking it so far! Keep up the good work!

[skidy]

Chapter 2

He took me by the hand and led me to the bed. I laid with my bum on the changing mat and he lifted both my legs up, pushing my skirt up my back and leaving my knickers exposed. Lowering my legs carefully onto the bed, he then stroked my vagina softly through the satin of my knickers before pulling them down and leaving me exposed.

“Shaved. Perfect baby” he whispered.

He reached across to the bedside table and picked up a dummy, pushing the teat gently but firmly between my lips. I dutifully sucked on the teat, happy to perform my part in the ongoing scene.

From the selection of nappies he took a Pampers Baby Dry, Size 8 and placed it under my bum. He then squirted some baby lotion onto the fingers of his right hand, starting around my vagina, rubbing the lotion gently into my lips and clitoris before moving on to my anus. I’ve always taken the view that work should be enjoyable - and this certainly was!

He finished me off with a good coating of baby powder before taping up the nappy. I wasn’t sure that a baby’s nappy would fit, but to my surprise it seemed perfect. He lifted me off the bed and spanked me playfully on the bottom.

“You’ve been a very good baby Louise. It’s too early for dinner, but how about we wander into Covent Garden and have a drink somewhere?”

I was more than happy to go for a wander - this is not a bad way to make a living, I thought. My nappy wasn’t noticeable under my skirt so I was just going to be a young woman out with a man old enough to be her father - her daddy indeed.

“The rules still apply while we’re out, of course. You have no choice in anything unless I ask you specifically. If I put your dummy in your mouth you’ll suck on it until I take it out again. You’ll call me daddy.  I’m expecting you to pee in your nappy while we’re out and I want you to tell me - in a babyish manner - when you’re peeing. I may do nappy checks wherever we are and I certainly will do if you’ve not told me that you’ve peed yourself. I’m not looking to humiliate you but these are the rules. Do you understand?”

“Yes Daddy” I replied.

We left the room and walked to the lift, Simon holding my hand as he would a little girl. In the lift he pushed the dummy into my mouth. I sucked the teat as before, looking him in the eyes as sweetly as I could.

“Good girl”.

Pressing the button for the ground floor he pulled my skirt up at the back and patted my nappy. As the lift reached our destination he took the dummy from my mouth and slipped it back into his pocket. We left the hotel and turned onto the Strand, soon arriving at the the Nell Gwynne Tavern. The pub wasn’t busy and Simon suggested a pint, probably thinking of stretching my bladder capacity. We had a nice conversation, Simon was keen to talk about my experiences with adult babies and daddies. I was happy to discuss, but mindful to respect the confidentiality I owed to my punters. I told him that I had some experience ‘minding’ adult babies as a mother, a sister or a babysitter as well as having a couple of punters that had wanted me to be the baby. He asked about whether I’d dealt with poop, to which I answered in the affirmative as far as changing poopy nappies myself but I’d not been asked to ‘fill’ a nappy when I was the baby. I confirmed that this was the first time I’d ever been out wearing a nappy.

He checked my nappy a couple of times, fairly discretely. I was dry, but I was finding the situation a bit of a turn on - it just seemed so naughty and I really enjoyed being in the control of my ‘daddy’. It didn’t take long before I needed a pee.

“Daddy. I need a wee wee”.

“Good baby”, he replied, “Do it in your nappy for Daddy”

He slipped his hand up my skirt and I opened my legs a little to allow him easy access. He smiled at me as his hand reached the front of my nappy.

“Wee wee Daddy” I said, as the flow started into the thirsty pampers. I could feel the warmth of the pee in my nappy and Simon seemed delighted. I looked around the pub and was pretty sure that nobody had clocked what we were doing. As I finished peeing he squeezed my pampers a little and rubbed my wet nappy over my vagina. It was a good feeling!

“We should finish our drinks and get you back to the hotel for a change” he said, “these size 8 Pampers are pretty good but they’ll only hold one pee”.

“Okay Daddy”

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Chapter 3

As we walked into the hotel I was excited with anticipation. I’d enjoyed Simon’s company whilst finding the the secret wearing - and wetting - of my Pampers in public quite a rush. As we entered the lift Simon again pushed the dummy into my mouth. His hand went up the front of my skirt and rubbed the sodden nappy. The lift doors opened on our floor. The dummy stayed in my mouth. Simon took my hand and walked me to the room. Fortunately, or maybe not - by this time I wasn’t sure whether I actually wanted to get caught acting as a baby - there was no one in the corridor to see me.

As Simon opened the door his hand went under the back of by skirt and he guided me in with his hand on my nappy. By this time I was ready for another pee.

“I wanna wee-wee Daddy” I said with my best baby lisp.

Simon turned me toward him and knelt down before be, unzipping and pulling my skirt to the floor. He grasped my buttocks and kissed the front of my wet nappy.

“Go on then sweetheart - do a wee for your Daddy”.

I needed no further encouragement. My bladder relaxed and pee flooded into the already swollen Pampers. Simon felt the nappy fill with warm pee, massaging it front and back. As I finished he planted another kiss on my nappy, stood up and pulled my top up over my head and arms. I wasn’t wearing a bra - with such small boobs I often don’t - so that was me naked apart, of course, from a now very wet Pampers.

He then picked me up in his arms and carefully placed me on the changing mat.

“Time for a nice clean and dry nappy, baby”

“Yeth Daddy, I’m very wet”

I felt so exposed as he lent down and kissed my forehead. The teat of my dummy was again placed onto my lips, which parted to take it in and suckle.

His hands explored my body, caressing my small tits and running down to my soaked nappy, which he massaged into my vulva. I felt him pull open the Pamper’s tabs and exposing my shaved pussy and arse. He took a leg in each hand and pushed my arse into the air, moving his tongue onto my clitoris. He licked my pee drenched cunt and I was loving every moment.

“I’m going to fuck you baby, do you care whether it’s your pee-pee or poopy hole?”

I know I was being paid well for these services, but I was certainly enjoying the moment.

“Both Daddy, I just need you to wear a condom”

“You’re perfect, baby, just perfect.”

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Chapter 4

“But I’m not going to fuck you yet. I’ve got a table booked in the Savoy Grill for 7, and we don’t want to miss that, now do we Baby?”

“No Daddy” Fun though this was, it was work - and dining at the Savoy Grill was a better option than being screwed by a stranger,

“To make it more interesting, and to help you remember that you’re just a helpless baby that has to do whatever her daddy says, we’re going to do a couple of special things.”

I looked at him while continuing to suck on my dummy.

“First, I’m going to insert a couple of Dulcolax suppositories into your bottom. These will start to work very quickly and you’ll be desperate for a poop while we’re having a lovely dinner in the restaurant. Secondly, before you’re allowed to poop you have to say out loud ‘Daddy I need to mess my nappy’. Do you understand?”

“Yes Daddy”

“Thirdly you’re going to be wearing a much bigger nappy. We might be at the restaurant, I might decide that we go on somewhere else afterwards. Wherever we are, you’ll need a nappy with more capacity. I’m going to put you in one of these”

He went off to select a nappy from his supplies.

Picking up a nappy that was considerably bigger than the soaked Pampers my bottom was still resting on, he continued: “it’s a nice fabric covered Cushie - one of my favourites. It’s got two tapes and is really just a bigger Pampers. Much bigger!”

He sat back down on the bed beside me, holding the diaper so that I could see it.

“Your skirt should cover it, but you’ll certainly look well padded! It’ll remind you that you’re my baby”

“Thank you Daddy. I’m happy to be your baby”

“Good girl. He placed the nappy on the bed and leant over me. He rubbed his hand over my small tits, then kissed and sucked on my nipples. His hand went down to my vagina. He explored my vulva and clitoris, rubbing until the wetness wasn’t just the pee from my Pampers.

“Okay, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He was quick and practiced with the baby wipes before he applied the baby lotion and powder as before. The difference came after applying a little vaseline, when his finger opened my anus and pushed one, then another suppository deep into my arse,

“Good baby”

I continued to suckle on my dummy as he taped the adult nappy around my slip butt.

“I want you to wear this bodysuit - it has snaps under the crotch and it’ll help hold your nappy in place as well as giving me easy access for checks and a change.”

He sat me up and pulled the bodysuit over my head. Once he’d pulled it into position he lay me back down and fastened the snaps. It was a good fit and did, as he said, hold my nappy firmly to me.

“Get your clothes on, Baby, we don’t want to miss our table.”

[D503]

Nice. I'd be asking for more money for pooping!

[skidy]

Chapter 5

The meal was, of course, superb. Simon was good company and we drank some excellent red wine. He certainly wasn’t on a budget! He also insisted on me drinking mineral water “to ensure you wet your nappy like a good baby”. That didn’t take long.

“Daddy, I need a wee.”

“That’s what your nappy’s for, Baby. Wet it now, for Daddy, like a good girl”

I needed no further encouragement. I found that wetting my nappy between the starter and mains in a Gordon Ramsey restaurant was deliciously naughty and surprisingly hot.

“I done wee wee Daddy” I whispered.

“You’re being a very good girl for Daddy. I’m very pleased with you Baby Louise.”

“Thank you Daddy”

The Dulcolax started to make its presence felt during the main course. The pressure mounted slowly and wasn’t enough to spoil a delicious meal, but I was starting to feel uncomfortable.

I waited until Simon had placed his knife and fork neatly on his plate before announcing: “I want a poo Daddy”

“Can you wait until dessert, Baby?”

“No Daddy. I really need a poo poo.”

“Okay Baby, we don’t want to ruin anyone’s evening. We’ll head back to the room. If you mess your nappy before we’re in the room I’ll give you a spanking you’ll never forget - do you understand me?”

Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl, come on then.”

He took my hand and walked me to the lift. Even whilst holding my rumbling bowels in check I could appreciate the difference between what appeared to be happening on the surface - most folks if they were even remotely interested would just assume Simon was some rich guy with a trophy young girl on his arm, whereas the reality was more complex, humiliating and - in my view - a great deal hotter.

The dummy was again placed in my mouth as the lift doors closed. I was clenching my buttocks ferociously now, my wet diaper sagging just a little.

“Just hold on Baby - we don’t want to leave a stink in the lift now, do we?”

“No Daddy, but I’m bursting to go! I replied

The dummy remained in my mouth as the lift arrived at his floor. Again, there was no one in the corridor to see us.

“When we get in the room you must ask my permission to poop. You’re not to go before you have my permission”

“Okay Daddy”

“The card unlocked the door, we entered hand in hand with the door casing behind us. He took my waist and turned me so that I was face to face with him.

“Can I do a poo now Daddy, please Daddy?” I begged.

“In a moment Baby” he said as he guided me to the bed. He sat down on the bed and manoeuvred me round so that my bum was facing him. He lifted my skirt and pulled open the poppers of my bodysuit, pulling it up so my nappy was exposed.

“Now Baby. Now you can fill your nappy for Daddy”.

No effort was involved. I just relaxed my buttocks and what seemed like a never-ending flow of soft poop flowed into my nappy, accompanied by burbling farts.

I grunted into my dummy as the smell reached my nose. Simon put his right hand on my belly and pulled me toward him, his left hand cradling the huge bulge of poop in the bottom of my nappy. He stroked the warm mass while bringing his other hand slowly down onto the front of my nappy, putting pressure on my pussy through the wet nappy. Then he pushed hard against the poop. It oozed forward between my legs and onto my cunt.

This was the very definition of submission. I was sucking on a dummy while Simon coated my arse and pussy with my own shit.

He then pulled me back towards him and down onto his knee, the poop in my nappy squelching as the pressure of my body weight forced it backward and forwards into every remaining part of my nappy, my humiliation complete as he bounced me up and down on his knee effortlessly, as though I was indeed, his helpless baby.

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 6

“Let’s get you undressed Louise - babies don’t need to be clothed in a warm room like this and Daddy needs to be able to see your nappy.”

He took all my clothes off leaving me naked apart from the full and very babyish nappy before sitting me on the floor.

“You’re not allowed to stand, you’re not allowed to crawl without my permission. You can scoot around on your butt. This’ll remind you that you’re nothing more than a dirty baby with no control over anything. You can watch some TV while I prepare your bottle”

He switched on the TV and selected the Tellytubbies for my ‘entertainment’. I shuffled across the room on my bum as instructed and found that he was right: this really reinforced my situation! As I generally preferred the submissive role this was not without precedent, but it was certainly right up there. I felt dependent on Simon as my Daddy, I was humiliated and vulnerable. I also, I have to admit, felt pretty horny!

My bowels were still settling down. An involuntary fart, loud and wet, escaped me. Daddy looked round and smiled. He was warming a bottle of Cow & Gate ‘Ready to Feed’ First Infant Milk. When he was happy with the temperature he screwed the nipple onto the bottle and placed it on a table by the side of an armchair.

He sat down and said “come on Baby, scoot over to Daddy”

I did as I was told, my poop shifting around in my nappy as I shuffled across the floor on my bum. When I got close to him he bent over and picked me up.  I wasn’t heavy - about 97Ib last time I weighed myself - but to Simon I was as easy to lift as a baby. I knew that I was here working but at that moment I wanted him!

He settled me into his lap and placed the nipple of the bottle in my mouth. I latched onto the nipple and suckled like the good baby Simon wanted. He ran his free hand through my hair before moving it down to my nappy. He squeezed and massaged my nappy - my wet, poop-filled stinky nappy.

My bowels were not finished yet. I could feel the renewed pressure.

I pulled my mouth away from the bottle. “Daddy, I need to poo poo” I said

“That’s a good baby. You can do a poop for me right now”

He placed the nipple back into my mouth and I instinctively started to suckle, whilst letting my bowels loose into my waiting nappy. Another loud, wet fart was followed by a stream of soft, wet poop into my nappy.

“You are a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

“Yeth Daddy”

He rubbed the bottom of my nappy, squidging the poop around my arse. His hand moved to the front and he pushed it in the top of my nappy, rubbing my clit which by this time was covered in poop. I emitted an involuntary groan: I wanted more.

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Chapter 7

 

This was the dichotomy of a sub. On the one hand I was being ‘used’ (although I was admittedly being well paid for it): my nappy was full of shit and piss, Simon had me sat on his lap with his finger on my clit. On the other, though (and still bearing in mind I was being paid) I felt loved and protected. Now, I’m not an idiot - I’m well aware that this was a commercial transaction and that we’d go back to our own lives as soon as it had run its course - but in the moment it felt good, it felt real. One of the perks of the job, so to speak.

Simon’s hands squeezed my waist, picking me up and standing me on the floor.

“I want you to do a baby-dance now Louise. I want you to dance for Daddy, shaking your nappy and telling me how much you love being my baby. Remember - you’re nothing but an incontinent, helpless baby and I want to see you humiliate yourself”.

I turned round to him, still sucking on the teat of my dummy, and started to dance. I figured that moving my sex and ass were the key to success here, getting my filthy nappy moving rhythmically.

“I love you Daddy”

“I’ve messed my nappy Daddy, I’ve done poopoo and peepee in my nappy”

I rubbed the front of my nappy. It seemed huge now it was so swollen, and the feel of the soft, wet poop against my cunt was a new experience.

Simon reach over and, with his left hand pulling back on my tummy, pushed my nappy right between my buttocks with his right hand, almost lifting me off the ground. My bowels were still a bit volatile and another loud, wet fart escaped me.

“Dirty baby” he said as he undid his flies and pulled his cock out. “I want you to suck on Daddy’s special pacifier, baby”.

Spitting my dummy out, I knelt before him and took his cock in my mouth, sucking and exploring it with my tongue. He didn’t take long to come. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and let him cum on my face.

All was silent for a few moments.

“Do you want to come now, Baby?”

“Yes Daddy”

“Come over to the bed then”

He led me over holding my hand and then lifted me onto the bed. He lay down next to me and put his arm under my neck, resting my head on his chest. His free hand played with my tits, gently pinching my nipples.

“Go ahead Baby, masturbate for Daddy”.

My hand reached into my nappy, I felt for my clit and started to frig myself, rubbing myself through the soft poop that covered everything. People always assume that we don’t get any sexual pleasure from our encounters but that wasn’t my experience. A lot of my punters wanted me to come and, although many just ‘get off’ on watching me masturbate there were certainly some who seemed keen to ‘share the pleasure’.

It didn’t take me any longer than it took Simon. Sated, I fell back into his arms.

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Chapter 8

We lay quietly for a little while before Simon whispered in my ear “would my baby girl like a nappy change before bedtime?”

“Yes Daddy, my nappy is very full!”

“Okay baby, let’s get you cleaned up.”

As before he tackled the cleanup with practised expertise. This time, however, the nappy was an incredible mess. I stank and was covered in poop. He soon had me clean again.

“Would you like to take a shower, Baby?”

“Yes please Daddy!” I replied.

He left me to take a shower. It gave me a few minutes to think about the course of events. It had been quite a day, strangely a lot of fun and my bank account was certainly going to feel the benefit. I was on the clock until the morning, though, and I wondered what else was in store.

Returning into the bedroom I saw a nappy was ready for me on the bed. My dummy was placed in my mouth and I was guided onto the bed where the new, thick, babyish nappy was placed under my bum. Simon powdered me, rubbing the baby powder gently around my vagina and backside, spending a little bit of extra time on my clit.

“That’s so nice Daddy!” I said.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, little girl.”

He put me in a clean nappy and stood back to examine his handiwork.

“You’re a very beautiful little girl, Louise”

“Thank you Daddy”

“Are you free tomorrow? I’d like to book you for another 24 hours.”

I hadn’t got any bookings and was planning a day off, but the money was too good resist and I was a little curious as to how this was going to pan out.

“That would be lovely Daddy.”

“A couple of things though. Firstly, I want you to be completely dependent on your nappies, so I have some caster oil I’d like you to take. I’m going to suggest a little bonus of £500 on top of your agreed rates.

I thought about it for a second. I’d spent the evening in dirty nappies with little control and couldn’t see how this could be any worse.

“Okay Daddy”

“Secondly I want you to meet a friend of mine - a lady. She’s very nice and she’ll be your mummy while we’re with her. Is that okay?”

“Yes Daddy, but I charge additional fees for couples and groups.”

“That’s perfectly okay Baby. I’ll give you the cash now and then we’re all sorted for the moment.”

He went to the safe and took out a fairly substantial wad of cash. He counted out the agreed amount and handed it over. It was something like four times as much as I’d ever made from a single encounter.

“Thank you Daddy!!”

While I was putting the cash in my purse, Simon was making up a bottle.

“Here you go baby. I’ve mixed the caster oil with orange juice to make it a little more palatable.”

He pulled me to him on the bed and placed the nipple of the bottle into my mouth.  I dutifully suckled. It wasn’t very pleasant, but it the 500 quid made it slip down all the better!

As I finished my bottle Simon reminded me that any toilet needs overnight were to be left in the nappy - not in the toilet. He left a bottle of baby milk on my bedside table, kissed me and then held me as I drifted off to sleep.

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 9

I must have been shattered. I slept like a log, just waking up once for a pee - remembering the nappy and enjoying the total lack of responsibility as I wet myself and went back to sleep. Simon woke me gently, placing the teat of a baby bottle in my mouth and encouraging me to suckle.

“I see you’ve wee-weed in your nappy overnight Baby. That’s a good girl. You’re going to need to mess your nappy pretty badly soon, but I’d like you to hold it. I want us to have a nice breakfast downstairs before Mummy gets here - and I want you to have a clean nappy for mummy. Is that okay, Baby?”

“Yes Daddy - I’ll try my best not to poo in my nappy.”

“Good girl!”

It was a bold commitment. I already felt the need to poop. However, I wanted to give it my best shot.

“I’ll get a quick shower and then I’ll change your wet nappy and get you ready for breakfast. While I’m in the shower you can finish this bottle of baby milk.”

He replaced the nipple in my mouth and I dutifully suckled as instructed. As he showered I lay in bed, feeling the warmth of my wet nappy between my legs, and savoured the now familiar taste of the baby milk. I wondered what the day would bring.

He emerged from the bathroom still drying himself with a towel. I’d finished my bottle and was looking forward to a clean nappy. I was enjoying the process of having my nappy changed. It was an act of surrender, which I enjoyed, together with the pleasure of him rubbing and wiping my erogenous zones - perhaps more than was strictly necessary!

Although my nappy was pretty thick, it was well disguised by my clothes and we made an inconspicuous - although attractive - couple at breakfast. Once again he was good company. I asked about the lady who was to be joining us, but was told I’d just have to wait. I was told that I’d be in full baby mode until she said otherwise. I could call him Dadda, her mama, but the only other words I could use were “peepee” and “poopoo” - I should tell mama when I was about to do either and await permission. It was intriguing.

As we finished breakfast I could really feel the effects of the caster oil. I needed to poop but I was still capable of hanging on - for the moment, at least.

Simon’s phone beeped and he quickly replied to a message.

“Come on baby, let’s get back to our room - mummy is on her way and she won’t want to be kept waiting.”

As we entered the lift he slipped the dummy into my mouth again and reached under my skirt to give me a nappy check.

“Still clean. What a good little girl.”

The dummy stayed in for the short walk down the corridor to the room, where he unlocked the door and guided me in ahead of him.

As I entered I saw an attractive woman sitting in one of the armchairs. She looked at me with a warm smile.

“So this is Baby Louise?”

“Yes Paula” said Simon “And she’s been a very good girl for her daddy”.

“Go and give your mummy a cuddle, Baby”

I waddled across to Paula in my best baby-fashion for a cuddle. Paula stood up and hugged me warmly, kissing me on the cheek and patting my well-padded bottom.

“Isn’t she a sweetheart, Daddy?”

“She certainly is. She probably has something to ask you though. What do you want to ask Mummy, Baby?”

He’d read my mind, breakfast and moving around had really put the laxatives to work. My belly was about to explode. But I remembered the limits of my baby vocabulary.

“Poopoo Mama?” I asked, in my best babyish lisp.

“Not yet, Baby” she replied. “Mummy wants her baby girl undressed so that she can see her in all her humiliated glory”

Simon grabbed me and started stripping my adult clothes, leaving me naked except for my nappy.

“She’s perfect, Simon. She’s a pretty little thing, petite, small boobs. Absolutely perfect.”

Whist compliments are always appreciated, I was more preoccupied with the urgent need to let loose my bowels into my nappy. I sucked intently on my dummy, desperately trying not to lose control.

“Mama, poopoo? Poopoo Mama!”

She looked at me with a little smile.

“One second Baby Louise”

She grabbed my waist and turned me around. She wanted to see the full impact of my bowels on this nappy.

“Okay Baby, fill that nappy for me with your poopoo”.

To be honest, it was out of my control. My stomach gurgled as the dam burst and I shat myself; there was nothing that I could have done to stop it and it wasn’t discrete. The farting must’ve been heard in Parliament it was so loud. And the stink! How that nappy coped, I can’t imagine. I thought it would never stop. It was a massive relief, It was also excruciatingly humiliating. But also as hot as hell. I was really, really enjoying this.

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 10

“Oh she is a good girl.”

Paul was smiling at Simon and talking about me as though I really was an uncomprehending baby.

“Yes, she’s been everything we were looking for. She’s beautiful, slim and seems to be enjoying herself. She’s been a proper submissive.”

“Well, she’s certainly got the look of a helpless baby right now. This nappy is drooping between her legs, the dummy is in her mouth - this is a good look.”

As she talked to Simon she took my hand and pulled me across to her and then placed her hand on the seat of my nappy. And pushed! Poop mushed against my backside.

“Let’s get her into a more appropriate outfit.”

With that Paula went over to the wardrobe and picked out an outfit. I have to admit it was cute - a bodysuit with under crotch poppers “for an easy nappy change” with a skirt that was clearly too short to cover the nappy. And a matching bonnet.

She stripped me of my adult clothes and I was soon dressed as a ‘proper’ baby. Both of them complimented me on my cuteness, saying that I looked like a pretty baby girl. They also teased me that I stink like a little baby girl too!

This was all, even with a heaving, smelly nappy, fun. Things were about to get a bit tricky though.

“Go and get the pushchair, Simon”.

I’d not seen a pushchair, but Simon returned with what appeared to be a slightly larger than normal pushchair and opened it up. I was sat in the stroller by Paula, the poop in my nappy spreading into every conceivable part of my nether regions. I was wide eyed by this point. My suckling on my dummy stopped briefly as I cried “Mama” I stuck to the rules - this gig was too well paid to screw up - and, even though any public viewing of me in this state would be mortifying, there was a big part of me that was sexually excited.

The anxiety had another effect. My bowels released more poop into my nappy. I wasn’t expecting it and I couldn’t control it either. I hadn’t asked permission. I looked at Paula pleadingly.

She smiled at me as she strapped me in.

“That’s okay sweetheart, you’re a proper baby now. Are you ready to go for a walk, little Louise? Shake your head for no, nod for yes”

The test of a true submissive is trust. I decided that I was safe in their hands - if they were going to take me out like this it would be them that would have to take the flak.

I nodded.

Simon grabbed the handles and started to wheel me to the door. As he opened the door and started to push me into the corridor Paula placed her hand upon his shoulder and said softly “Stop Simon. Bring her back into the room and close the door.”

Simon pushed me back into the room. Paula bent down and released my straps and took my hands in hers.

“Come on baby, on the bed.”

I went with her to the bed. She lay me down over her lap and undid the buttons on her blouse.

“I’m sure my little girl’s hungry after all that excitement”

She pulled open her blouse and revealed, to my surprise, a nursing bra. I couldn’t believe what was happening, She pulled out her boob and placed the teat between my lips. I suckled straight away, tasting her milk. Her right hand was supporting my head onto her boob, her left reached down to my nappy and slowly rubbed, the crinkling noise of the nappy combining with the soft squelching of the mess within. This was relaxing, comforting.

Feeling a familiar pressure in my bladder I pulled away briefly from her milky tit and said, in my best baby voice, “Wee-wee Mama”.

Pulling me back onto her boob, she gave the command and my nappy absorbed the flood of warm pee.

“You’re such a good girl, Louise. You’ll be perfect.”

[wetdiaper55]

Nice story

[Tracey]

19 hours ago, skidy said:

“You’re such a good girl, Louise. You’ll be perfect.”

Clearly Mama has a plan in mind for Louise, but what could it be?

[skidy]

Chapter 11

“Has Simon been a good Daddy, Baby?”

I was still nursing on her full breast. I unlatched and replied: “Yes Mama”

“That’s good to hear. Do you think he deserves a treat?

Intrigued, I happily replied again “Yes Mama”.

“Good girl, that’s very sweet of you. Now, being a grown up is very responsible and often comes with great pressure. Wouldn’t it be nice if Simon could spend a little bit of time as a baby boy, being looked after by his mama and loved by his baby sister?”

“That would be lovely Mama!”

She kissed me on my forehead and lay me down on the bed as she got up from the bed and went over to Simon, who was waiting expectantly. This was an interesting twist in the proceedings!

Paula quickly undressed Simon and then had him lay on the bed next to me. Intrigued and excited as to how all of this was going to play out, and feeling genuine warmth for Simon, I reach out to him and held his hand. He turned his head towards me and smiled happily.

“Time for your nappy, Baby Simon.”

Paul went off to gather supplies before returning with a rather large nappy decorated with dinosaurs. It looked properly babyish.

As she placed the nappy under Simon’s bum she asked: “Has baby Simon been to the potty for a poo-poo today?”

“No Mummy.”

“Oh dear. We don’t want baby to be constipated, do we? I’ll pop a couple of suppositories up your little bum-hole to sort that out, sweetie.”

Simon had been very adept at nappy changing, but Paula was even better. A dummy was pushed into his mouth and Daddy was Baby in no time at all.

“Come on you two, on the floor. You can play with your toys.”

The toys weren’t massively interesting, to be honest, but it was fun playing with Simon. He encouraged me to sit on a big plushie bear and bounce up and down. My poop was going everywhere and I really stank, but neither Simon nor Paula seemed to care. Paula sat and watched us play before starting to dictate its direction and pace.

“Baby Louise, I want you to reach into Simon’s nappy and take out his little baby willy.”

I did as I was told. I could feel it stiffen as soon as I held it.

“Good girl. That’s your special dummy. I want you to suck on it nicely for Mummy.”

I did exactly what I was told.

Good girl. Now lie on Simon with your stinky nappy in his face. Keep sucking on your special dummy sweetheart”

I moved myself into position. Simon pushed his face into my filthy nappy, pushing onto my sex with some vigour. This was certainly having an effect on me - and Simon was soon ready to come, his back arching with the tension and pleasure of having what was clearly one of his sexual fantasies come true. As he came he also filled his nappy. I’m not entirely sure it was a deliberate act - it seemed as though the suppositories removed what little control he had at the point of orgasm. He ejaculated in my mouth - something I never allow normally and, a wild decision of the moment, I swallowed.

“Well. You two babies play very nicely together. So sweet.”

We sat on the floor, surrounded by toys, in our dirty nappies.

As you’ve been such good babies, mummy’s going to feed you both together. Come up on the bed”

She soon had us in position, sucking on our Mama’s breasts. Her hand first fondled the back of my nappy and then moved to the front, massaging my sex through the nappy before moving inside. The touch of her fingers on my sex was electric. She touched me in all the right places, in all the right ways. My vagina was covered in poop but she clearly didn’t care, using my own excrement as if some exotic massage oil. I suckled her milky breasts as she expertly took me to orgasm.

I don’t think I’d ever experienced an orgasm like it.

And what I had never realised up until that moment is that feeding upon a mother’s breast is the most beautiful way to ‘come down’ from an orgasm. It was so calming, so nurturing; I felt so loved and secure when I knew in reality that I didn't know these people and it was only a job Still, in that moment I was in heaven.

“Okay babies, time to change those stinky nappies and then I have booked a private room for lunch. This has all been perfect - but it’s time to get down to business. I have a proposal for you, Baby Louise.

[the diaper mike]

The excitement is palpable, and it's clear that the experience was remarkable. Please proceed.