Rebecca's (Dee Dee's) Story

Chapter 12
A Stinky Diaper

Chapter Description: Rebecca's fear comes true!

"Let me go!", I told her again, but it was no help, I knew what was about to happen. I...well...I farted one last time, hoping to let off some pressure from my stomach, but it was one too many times. As soon as I did it, my stomach decided it was all coming out, there was nothing I could do. I tried to clench up and stop it, but it was an ending I knew was coming since the night before. I was going to poop in my diaper, there was no stopping it.

I had to be still, there was nothing else I could do. Mommy was still holding me as my diaper began to turn a brownish color in the back. The mixture of Dr. Allison’s bottle, the dinner and the dessert, on top of the changes they did to me in the Transition Machine were too much for my body to handle. I felt like I hadn’t...well...pooped in days. The weirdest part of messing your diaper is how warm your butt gets. As I began to fill my diaper I could feel it get all over me, my butt had to have been covered in my messiness. My butt of course was still big from the changes they did to me the day before.

I felt more and more come out of me, there are just no words to describe how you feel after you go number 2 in your diaper. It’s a whole new level of embarrassment, you feel like you really are nothing but a baby. You can’t move your body for two reasons. First, out of sheer disbelief of what just happened and second because you don’t want it to spread around and make it worse.

I felt like I "went" for almost a minute straight. The entire time my eyes were wide open, my mouth opened almost as wide as my eyes, I was grunting as the waste was pushing itself out of me. When I finally finished, (which felt like an eternity diary), I could feel it just sitting there in my now brown colored diaper. I didn’t move, I didn’t speak, I just couldn’t do anything but be there frozen still, feeling the warmth around my now very, dirty butt.

The room was so quite you could hear a pin drop, Mommy was still holding me, watching (and smelling) what I just did. Finally, I was the one to break the silence. I did the only thing left I could do, I cried. I started bawling like the baby I was transported here to be. "Waaa...!", I started to cry as tears started to roll down my cheeks. My face was turning a bright red from the embarrassment. I couldn’t help it, I didn’t want to cry, I didn’t want to shit in a diaper either, but this world has a funny way of taking away your freedom.

I put both hands around Mommy’s neck, put my head down on her shoulder and gave her the biggest hug I had given before. I just needed her to be there for me as my diaper began to sag from the extra weight. I squeezed her neck as tight as I could, but she didn’t mind. She just started to rub my back as I cried myself into a crying frenzy. "Shhh, there, there baby doll. It’s okay, you just have yourself a little crying fit and then Mommy will take care of you. Just cry it out sweetie, I love you so much", she cooed me as she started to hum a little song. I just kept crying. There were tears for everything that had happened in the last day and a half. Heck, I even had some tears to come out from my nervous TV appearance yesterday.

"You are still my big girl Dee Dee. Just relax and let those tears out, it will make you feel better. You are so cute and beautiful, Mommy will make everything be better", she continued to coo me as she carried me back into the nursery. I still held on to her neck as tight as I could as I cried like I hadn’t cried in years. She gave me a couple of kisses on the top of my head. She always has a way of making me feel better.

Before she laid me down for my first stinky change she held me a little bit longer. I think she wanted me to calm down a little bit and tell her I was ready by releasing my grip just a little bit. I wasn’t ready just yet and cried just a little bit longer, (she never tires of taking care of me), and just rubbed my back, kissed the top of my head and played with my hair. The entire time, telling me I was beautiful.

Finally, I felt a little bit better and loosened my grip somewhat, signaling to hear I was ready for the diaper change. "Are you ready for your change honey", she asked, a concern for me was obvious in her tone. I shook my head up and down for "yes" as I wiped away a tear from my eye.

Before she laid me down she took her hand and put it on the back of my completely filled, thick diaper, trying to feel how much was there. "You definitely made a stinky mess for Mommy, haven’t you cutie?", she asked me with her ever cheerful smile. As she placed her hand on the back of the diaper she ended up spearing the mess even more around my butt. It was one of the grossest feelings I have ever felt in my entire life.

Remember diary, the Transition Machine had made my butt and thighs even bigger than normal, so that on top of an extra thick night diaper and a full diaper, my butt looked huge as I quickly glanced at myself in the mirror on the wall. I truly did look like a baby being held by her mother. I was the right size, had the night gown and definitely had the big diaper butt look down. I just sighed, realizing these giants really did control my life now.

When she laid me down all of the mess spread around everywhere. My entire back end could feel it all being spread around, I just turned my head, I didn’t want to see the change. Mommy was a completely different diaper changer compared to yesterday. She didn’t drop anything and she acted like she had been doing this for all her life. She first looked at my face and noticed how sad I looked, so she once again kissed me, but this time she kissed me right on the lips! It wasn’t just a little peck either, it was an intimate kiss, it caught me off guard. Being sexual was the last thing on my mind, getting out of the poopy diaper was my first and only concern at the moment. She even used a little bit of tongue as she gently touched my boobs with her hand. I was still too upset to fight back, but I did like it.

She then went on with changing my smelly butt, like nothing had just happened. She started simple with opening up the taped tabs. As soon as she did that, we both smelled the mess I had made. "Shew-wee Dee Dee! You are quite a little stinker aren’t you?", she asked as she waved her hand in front of her face to mask the smell. I felt like I could cry again, but when she saw I was about to get upset, she once again kissed me passionately on the lips. This time she was definitely making out with me, French kissing me as she began to rub my chest. She didn’t mind that I was still in my dirty diaper. Again, acting like nothing just happened, she pulled away from my lips and said she was just kidding about me being a little stinker. She’s such an amazing kisser, diary, but I was so confused by these signals.

There really was a lot to clean up, so she got out her baby wipes and started to clean me up. I again turned my head and closed my eyes as she began cleaning and changing me, so I can’t give you exact details of how it happened, but use your imagination diary. I can tell she began to wipe me down with a cold baby wipe, holding up my feet, making my smelly, messy butt be up in the air. She threw my thick, filled diaper into the Diaper Genie from earlier. She’s always thorough, but gentle as she changes me. I’ve seen so many other giants that will barely clean their "littles", just give them one wipe with a baby wipe and then put a new diaper on them, those "littles" always have terrible diaper rash. I am lucky to have my giants.

She continued to wipe me down for another minute, making sure I was completely clean before she started in with the baby powder and lotion. Her hands were a little touchy when she began to rub in the lotion, but it was nothing compared to my "dessert" from the night before.

Once she was satisfied that I was clean she got out another diaper, a day diaper this time, and changed me. Once she put my feet, and butt, back down, she taped me up and kissed my stomach. "My little one is all clean now, isn’t she?", she rhetorically asked me, and then answered the question herself, "Yes she is, yes she is!". It’s kind of annoying when she does that, but Mommy just has a way of making something be super cute when she does it, that would be annoying if someone else did it.

"How about some breakfast, sweetie pie?", she asked me, trying to move on from the stinky diaper. I shook my head "Yes" in response. I just wanted to get something else on my mind. "Now, do you want these for breakfast", she asked as she cupped her boobs, "Or do you want some more baby food? I’ll let you choose, just point to what you want". It’s always nice when I’m given options diary. I had my fill of both from the night before, but I definitely didn’t want to be breast fed again, so I pointed out of the nursery. "Okay, baby food it is. Come on my little stinky one, let Mommy get something yummy in your tummy", she picked me up and moved me once again.