Diapers and Debts

Chapter 4
Part 4

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Chapter Description: Jen-Jen's life as a diapered infant continues. She is, however, showing signs of possible growth.

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Part 4

I woke with my thumb planted firmly in my mouth.

"Hey there, cutie," said a voice. "I see you’re awake."

I pulled my thumb from my mouth and blinked the sleep out of my eyes.

The voice wasn’t Mommy’s. Err, not Lexie’s, I corrected myself.

Rather, the voice was male. Max. The reason I was in this mess in the first place. Just because I didn’t pay him back his money and give him the blowjob I promised. Hmmpphh.

Max reached into the crib and lifted me easily, then held me against his side.

"Lexie’s getting some sleep," he said. "She stayed up late to make sure you had everything you need."

Sleeping? Dammit! I was hungry and wet and not big enough yet to do anything about it. I needed Mo...Lexie!

I could feel my throat tightening.

No.

My lower lip started quivering.

No!

Water started welling in my eyes.

No! Dammit, no! I was not going to cry!

Tears streaming down my cheeks, I began wailing.

"Oh, relax, cutie," said Max. "We’ve got you covered."

I was trying to stop crying, but I couldn’t.

Max walked to the kitchen with me still on his hip. He removed a baby bottle from the refrigerator and placed it in a large plastic bowl of warm water. He turned on the hot water and added it to the bowl. After a minute, he removed the bottle and then carried me back to my crib.

I was still crying.

He lay me on my back inside the crib. He dipped the nipple of the bottle inside the jar of fluid Lexie kept coating everything in and then popped the bottle into my mouth.

My eyes widened. Lexie had been breast-feeding me so often, I had forgotten that the possibility of being bottle-fed even existed. I lay there stupidly for a moment, Max holding the bottle, feeding me what I realized was Lexie’s breast milk. Then my little hands went up and clasped the bottle.

"Wow, look at you!" said Max. "You can actually hold the ba-ba on your own!"

I tried to retort, but all that came out was bubbly gurgles. Breast milk ran over my cheeks and down my neck.

Max laughed and suddenly untaped me. Too late, I realized the ba-ba...err, bottle was a diversion to keep me from realizing he was changing my diaper.

Now I had a man changing my diaper! Grrrrrrrrr.

Fine. Whatever. He wasn’t as good as Lexie, but he was competent. Soon there was powder all over my bottom and the diaper was snug around my hips and legs as I sucked my bottle contentedly. He finished changing me, then took my empty ba-ba and wandered off to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Lexie’s face appeared over the side of the crib. My heart started pounding. Mommy!

"Good morning, doodle bug!" said Lexie, reaching in to pick me up. "How’s every little thing for my sweet pea today?"

I felt so warm and protected in her arms. Then I clenched my jaw, reminding myself she was the one who did this to me.

Still, she did smell soo good.

Lexie turned to Max, who was exiting the kitchen. "Did she eat?" she asked.

"Yes," said Max. "She’s changed, too. Needs burping, though."

"Cool," said Lexie, draping a towel over her shoulder and patting my back. "Sounds like she’s ready for regular bottle feeding, then."

Max nodded. "She didn’t seem to have any problem with it. She held the bottle on her own."

I let out an embarrassingly loud burp.

"Good," said Lexie. "Jen-Jen’s developing just fine. I think she gets it from my side of the family."

I glared at Lexie. "Gwahaba!" I said.

"I know, little girl," said Lexie, dipping the pacifier in the fluid and popping it in my mouth.

I sucked on my pacifier and pretended not to see her.

*****

I gained slightly better coordination over the following few days. I was bottle-feeding exclusively now and able to stand up in my crib.

I felt like I was on the verge of talking as well, but the only word I seemed able to say was "mama". I suspected Lexie had set it up like that. Still, at least I was getting somewhere.

*****

Lexie reached into my crib and picked me up. She cuddled me against her as she walked to the kitchen to get me a ba-ba.

I was used to this by now. I cuddled against her, surrounded by warm mommy scents. Yeah, she had gotten me into this and I’d find a way out of this mess sometime soon, but still...warm mommy smells...mmmmmmmmm.

"Well, doodle bug," said Lexie, dipping the nipple of the bottle into the anti-bacterial formula or whatever that stuff was, "today you get a present."

She popped the bottle into my mouth as she walked back to the living room.

I tried to remain calm, but I couldn’t help wondering what this "gift" was. I worked through my bottle quickly.

"Good girl," said Lexie. "That was fast. Now, let’s get your present."

Lexie set me down on the couch and walked to the bedroom. Then she came back to the living room.

"Here you go, doodle bug," said Lexie. "A new dress!"

It was indeed. Lexie had me stand up so she could put it on me. Then she walked me to the mirror.

I blinked at my reflection. My dress was a very girly pink with an empire waist. The hem was high and you could see the rounded bottom of my diaper just underneath.

"Aren’t you adorable!" said Lexie.

"Gagaba, mommy!"

"Oh!" said Lexie, picking me up and hugging me tight. "You said ’Mommy’! You’re such a good girl!"

My cheeks burned. She was right. I had just called her ’Mommy’. And even more embarrassing was the surge of pride I was feeling at having said an adult word.

*****

Now that I was walking more, Mommy didn’t make me stay in the crib as much. She would let me waddle around the living room with my pacifier or bottle in my mouth.

I watched some cartoons, too. Some of them were so funny, I barely noticed Lexie changing my diaper while I watched.

Of course, it wasn’t always smooth.

"Okay, doodle bug," said Lexie, shutting off the television. "C’mon. We have to go to the store."

"Noooo, mommy!" I said, pointing to the television. "Stay!"

"Sorry, little girl," she said, "but we have to go. Stop arguing with me."

"No!" I said, and I dashed away from her.

She caught me a few steps later and picked me up. I started yelling and kicking.

"Okay, little girl," said Lexie. "I guess this time was coming sooner or later."

Lexie sat on the couch, still holding me. Then she lay me over her lap and pulled my diaper down, exposing my little baby bottom.

Then she swatted my bottom with a resounding ’thwack!’

My eyes widened.

Lexie followed up with three more thwacks to my sensitive bottom, causing me to squirm and wriggle like crazy. By now my cheeks were wet with tears and I was yelling, "No, Mommy! Pwease, Mommy! I be good, Mommy!"

Lexie picked me up then and stared at me. "All right, young lady. Are you going to behave yourself?"

I nodded, cheeks red, bottom on fire. I sucked my thumb miserably.

Lexie pulled my diaper back into place. Then she brushed my hair and arranged my locks into matching pigtails.

"There," she said. "Now you are absolutely adorable!"

She picked up the pacifier, dipped it in the fluid and handed it to me. I popped my pacifier into my mouth and took Mommy’s hand.

*****

The grocery store was huge.

I clung to Mommy as we entered. Everybody was so big! This was crazy. I was going to get killed! Or hurt! Or something!

Lexie placed me in the cart, my little bare feet sliding into the holes until my diapered bottom hit the seat.

We started along the aisles. This place was crazy big! How had I ever managed to shop here?

I stayed completely quiet. I didn’t want to upset Mommy again. But by the third aisle, Lexie knew something was up.

"Well, Jen-Jen," she said, sniffing the air, "I see my little girl is a poopie butt."

My cheeks burned. I couldn’t even pronounce ’anxiety issues’, so I didn’t bother.

*****

Max was there when we got back.

"How’d it go?" he asked.

"It went fine," said Lexie. "She got a little nervous from the crowd and filled her diaper, but she behaved fine. Although she did get her first spanking this afternoon."

Lexie briefly described the spanking and Max laughed.

"Anyway," she said, "Jen-Jen seems to be right on schedule."

"Cool!" said Max.

Lexie giggled. "You hear that, doodle bug?" she said. "You’re right on schedule! Keep being a good girl and you’ll be allllll grown up in no time!

Schedule? What the heck were they talking about?

But then her last sentence took precedence in my mind.

All grown up.

Was there a chance I was going to get out of this mess?

I offered my prettiest smile. "Gwagahba, Mommy!" I said.

Then a wave of warmth surrounded my loins as I wet myself uncontrollably.

Lexie laughed as she dipped a bottle nipple in the fluid and popped the ba-ba into my mouth. Moments later I was nakey as Mommy changed my diaper.

NEXT: Part 5

 

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