Diapers and Debts

Chapter 3
Part 3

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Chapter Description: Jenna begins experiencing basic infant care from a perspective she'd never before imagined she would.

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Part 3

I awoke.

I had no idea how long I had been sleeping, but I was ravenous. I wriggled around, still trying to get used to the feeling of a thick, padded diaper between my legs.

Then I noticed Lexie stretched out on the couch. She appeared to be napping.

Hmmm. This appeared to be the perfect time to slip out of the stroller.

I shifted around, feeling my bare butt rub the absorbent material hugging my bottom. My little fingers felt along the belt holding me in the stroller, felt the clip locking the belt in place. The only problem was that I couldn’t coordinate my fingers enough to unhook the clips.

I tried another angle, and it still wouldn’t work. I just couldn’t put enough pressure on the clip to unlock it. Grrrrrrrrr!

I tried moving. I tried twisting. I tried wriggling. Nothing worked.

I was getting frustrated. Worse, I was hungry. Hungry!

I began kicking my feet in anger and hunger. Hungry!

And then, while I was kicking my feet, something happened. There was a sudden wave of warmth around my loins and a general sense of release and well-being.

What the hell?

Then my eyes widened as a strong scent hovered around me and I realized what happened.

I had just wet myself.

I had just WET myself!

Stunned, I struggled to grasp the fact that I was sitting in a swelled wet diaper and was no longer able to control my body. Then my belly grumbled, reminding me how hungry I was.

That was it. I was wet, I was hungry, I was stuck in the stroller. I felt the frustration and discomfort rise and I opened my mouth...

...and began crying like a baby.

In fact, I wailed. I couldn’t help myself. And once I started, I couldn’t stop. I knew it was solidifying my identity as that of a baby in my mind the more I carried on, but I just couldn’t stop.

Lexie woke immediately and was standing next to me in a heartbeat.

"Ohhhhh, the poor little doodle bug is throwing a tantrum," said Lexie. "What’s wrong, baby girl?"

Her fingers worked the plastic clips without thought. It was so easy for her and so impossible for me.

Suddenly I was flying through the air again. Then I squawked in surprise as Lexie slid her fingers into my diaper without warning.

"Oh, baby girl is allllll wet!" she said. "Don’t worry, doodle bug...we’ll have you wrapped up nice and dry in no time."

Oh, no. I knew what that meant, but there was nothing I could do to stop her. Just like that, I was flat on my back. Lexie popped off the tape and slid the wet diaper out from under me. The feel of the perfumed wet wipe sliding over and around my thighs. Dusty powder over my bottom. A dry diaper under my butt. Wrapped around my hips, snug around my legs. Taped.

I was diapered again.

Lexie stripped off her tee-shirt. She was braless. She picked up the jar of clear fluid and brushed some onto her nipples.

"All right, baby girl," she said. "Now let’s get you fed."

Lexie picked me up and angled my face so that her swollen nipple was centimeters from my mouth.

"C’mon, baby girl," cooed Lexie. "You must be sooooo hungry."

I was. I could smell the milky goodness that was so close. I put my little hands up and pushed at the big, lush breast in front of me, but the move was largely symbolic and not nearly as forceful as I wanted. One little sip, maybe?

No! I pushed at that lush breast again.

Lexie laughed. "Goodness, you’re stubborn, Jen-Jen!" she said. "You’re going to eat sooner or later, so you might as well give in now, cutie!"

I set my jaw, trying to look resolute. The result was Lexie laughing again.

"Oh, my gawd," she said. "You are the most adorable thing ever! Anyway, I just can’t watch you sit there all hungry, so this is for your own good."

My own good? Huh?

Then I understood a moment later when Lexie simply pressed her nipple against my still closed mouth.

"C’mon, baby girl," said Lexie. "Just try some mommy milk."

I kept my lips pressed together. But something sweet and satisfying from that fat nipple was moistening my lips. I didn’t know if it was the milk from Lexie’s over-developed boobs or that stuff she was coating onto her nipples, but either way, I could feel my resolve crumbling.

Finally, my little baby belly rumbling, I relaxed my mouth slightly.

That was all Lexie needed. A moment later, that thick, swollen nipple was in my mouth.

I tried to resist, but within moments I was instinctively suckling her nipple. Her milk seemed to flow easily into my mouth and was already making its way to my belly. I’d always understood breast milk to be somewhat bland, but I certainly wouldn’t have guessed that by Lexie’s milk. There was something quite intense, yet satisfying about the nutrient-rich flood in my mouth.

Soon I found a rhythm and I took a strange comfort in my situation. I was helpless, but warm and safe and I didn’t have to do anything except nurse from Lexie’s boob. Granted, I was going to be pissed once my belly was full, but for the moment, I decided to stop worrying about details and just focus on getting through my first nursing. I’d just have to figure out a way to make sure it was my only nursing.

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Oh, gawd. I was so full.

Lexie had let me feed off that nipple for quite a while. Finally, she coated her other nipple with that fluid and then let me go at that one for a good long while. The result was that I was one seriously full little baby.

Laughing, Lexie draped a towel over her shoulder. Then she lifted me and pressed me against her shoulder, patting my back lightly.

I had no clue what she was doing. Then my eyes widened as, unexpectedly, I let out a huge burp.

Lexie laughed at my expression. "Awww, poor baby girl didn’t know she was going to do that, did she?"

I deigned not to react to that.

Lexie stood up, but continued holding me against her. She started walking, humming as she did so.

I knew what she was doing. Belly full, dry diaper, she figured I’d fall back asleep now. Like I’d be that easy. She was certainly going to learn a lesson here about how stubborn I could be when I wanted. If she thought I’d be that simple just because I was a baby, she was in for a surprise.

Two minutes later I fell asleep, face pressed against Lexie’s plump boob.

*****

When I awoke, I was laying in my crib. I also had a pacifier in my mouth. A pacifier!

I spit out the pacifier and tried to roll onto my belly. I didn’t have the strength. At least, not yet.

"Oh, hey there, baby girl!" said Lexie. "You’re awake!"

Lexie slipped off her shirt and brushed the fluid onto her nipples. Then she swept me up so quickly, it caught me by surprise. Suddenly my mouth was full of nipple.

"Mmmmmmppphhhh!" I said.

Lexie held me firmly against her breast. "Hush, baby girl," she said. "Drink your milk. I’m not getting sore boobies for nothing."

I couldn’t fight. She was too big. Too...strong. I relaxed and began working her nipple, once again letting her milk fill my belly. I was fully focused on feeding, so it was a full minute before I realized I had an audience.

Max was sitting on the couch, smiling at the sight of me breast-feeding from his sister.

My eyes widened and my cheeks actually colored. Max was watching me nurse as an infant! I was about to die of embarrassment.

And that was the moment I suddenly filled my diaper.

Lexie laughed and held me out from her, dangling in the air.

"Oh, my, baby girl," she cooed. "We’ve got to get you cleaned up, little pooper!"

Lexie was truly enjoying this. I had no idea if it was because she loved babies or loved my humiliation, but she was loving this scene, full diaper and all.

I wriggled in her grasp. Max had seen me as a baby, I was stuck in a full diaper and my mother was insane. My day couldn’t get any worse.

I was plopped onto my back. Lexie dipped the pacifier into the fluid and then popped it into my mouth.

"Just keep that there until I’m done cleaning your adorable little bottom, cutie," said Lexie, her hands already stripping me down.

A pacifier in my mouth as my mother changed my embarrassingly full and very fragrant diaper. Okay, now my day couldn’t get any worse.

NEXT: Part 4

 

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