A Curious Baby Girl

by Sabante, Cindel

  A Curious Baby Girl

  Cindel Sabante

  Copyright 2015© Cindel Sabante

  All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  Copyright Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  Other Selected Stories from this Author

  Chapter One

  How did I let this get so out of control? I thought to myself as I stared up at the rotating fan, watching the blades spin round and round as I sucked on a pacifier. The feeling of the latex nipple between my lips calmed me in a way I couldn't explain. And the wall of wooden slats that surrounded me on all sides left me feeling safe and secure in the strange room. But the pacifier and the crib I laid in weren't the weirdest part of my day.

  No. That honor went to the diaper wrapped around my waist. It crinkled with the slightest movement I made, and the thickness of the padding kept me from pressing my thighs together without noticeable effort.

  Nineteen years old. Why am I dressed like this?

  I lifted my head from the mattress and stared down towards my feet. The soft swell of my breasts hid under a tight pink t-shirt. And where the shirt ended, my diaper began. White, with blue and pink trimming, the childish undergarment made me blush. Past the diaper, a square baby blanket covered my naked legs. And completing my baby themed outfit were a pair of light pink socks with ruffled lace running around the ankle.

  I look ridiculous.

  But as I laid my head back down, still sucking on the pacifier between my puffy lips, I knew I had no one to blame for this but myself. I could have said no. I could have kept myself out of this room and out of the diaper that hugged me so tight.

  But I was curious.

  That's what got me in trouble in the first place. And now, because of my curiosity, I was back in diapers. I was locked in a crib, inside of a room that looked a lot like a nursery on steroids. And until Olivia came back to check on me, there was no way out of my current situation.

  I should have never looked in the box.

  But as I stared back up at the ceiling fan, watching the blades cut lazy circles in the air, I knew deep down that I wouldn't stop myself from opening that box. Because as I laid in an over-large crib, with a paci in my mouth and a diaper around my waist, I couldn't decide if this was a punishment, or if this was what I'd always wanted...

  Chapter Two

  Two days earlier...

  Sitting on the sofa, with my legs crossed and my head in my hands, I stared at the box sitting on the floor in front of me, wondering what could be inside. I'd been wondering all day. And the longer the unopened box remained in my apartment, the more I wanted to know.

  I could just take a peek, I thought to myself as I stared. I can't get in trouble for that. Right?

  But before I stood up, I shook my head and sighed. I wanted to know what was in the box, but I knew that whatever it was, it wasn't for me. It might have been delivered to my door this morning, but I hadn't ordered it, and I couldn't imagine anyone sending me a package. I hadn't even given my new address to my parents yet.

  Why is there no name on the label?

  That just made the mystery more intriguing. There was nothing remarkable about the box. It was plain brown, and sealed shut with normal packing tape. But the return label had no company name. And the address label had no name either. Just an address. My address.

  I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed off the couch and grabbed a pair of scissors before returning to the box. I needed to know and I needed to know right now.

  "My address means it's my box. That's only fair," I said to myself as I slid the edge of the scissor into the packing tape.

  I held my breath as I pulled open the cardboard flaps. This was it. The mystery was about to be solved.

  At least, that's what I thought until I saw inside. My brow furrowed as I stared down at the contents, trying to make sense of what I was looking at. Because inside the box wasn't the treasure I was expecting. Instead, four white bags with built-in handles were crammed next to each other.

  "What in the hell?"

  My hands shook as I pulled out one of the plastic bags. And when I finally freed the brick, my list of questions kept growing. I stared at the side of the bag, where green and white lettering covered the plastic. The word "Snuggies" stood out in bold lettering and a block of small type print covered the rest of the plastic.

  "What the hell are Snuggies?" I asked myself as I put the bag down on my coffee table.

  I could just barely make out the shape, or shapes, of whatever was behind the plastic. Long, thin rectangles of white were stacked side by side inside the bag. I tried to make sense of what I was looking at, but nothing came to mind. I had no idea what was sitting in front of me.

  And as I stared at the bag with its mystery contents, I wasn't sure I wanted to know. If I opened the bag, there was no turning back. But if I put the bag back in the box, then maybe I could just reseal it and leave it outside for the mailman. After all, the package wasn't meant for me. There was no reason I should have to keep it in my apartment.

  But as I lifted the bag to put it back in the box, my heart beat faster. My skin crawled as I stared at the plastic bag. What the hell is it?!

  I couldn't take not knowing. Instead of putting the bag back in the box, I took it over to the couch and sank my fingernails into the thick plastic. The plastic separated under my fingers, leaving a ten inch gash in the bag. But even with the new opening I'd made, I had no idea what was inside.

  More plastic. Softer and less shiny than the bag. And I could see something printed on the plastic squares within the bag too. In pink and blue, small animals bent around the folds of the plastic squares. My nervousness grew as I reached for one of the folded objects. And as I pulled one of the squares out from the bag, I couldn't help but notice how soft the plastic felt against my fingers. Or how thick and padded the folded item felt in my hand.

  "What are you?" I asked as I turned the plastic square over in my hands. The colored animals dotted the plastic. And near the top of one of the sides, a thick strip of shiny plastic stood out from the rest of the object. It crinkled loudly when I pressed my finger against one of the pink animals. "So weird..."

  Slowly, I unfolded the plastic. I still had no idea what I was looking at, but as the plastic square expanded, stretching out wide on top of my coffee table, the shape started to make sense. Fuzzy memories from the past started to bubble up as I stared into the soft inner liner. And when I unfolded the wings on either side of the strange object, I finally made the connection. I gasped loudly as I pulled my hands away.

  ”It's a diaper! A huge fucking diaper!"

  What the hell is going on here?

  There was no mistaking the diaper for anything else now that I saw it unfolded on my table. And as I looked back at the opened bag on my couch, I realized there were a lot more just like this one, hidden away in the plastic bags.

  Why did someone ship a bunch of diapers to my apartment? I thought as I sat down on the couch. And why are they so big?

  I picked the diaper back up and held it out so I could look at just how large the childish looking undergarment really was. And as I stared at th
e diaper, more and more questions bubbled up within me. It looked designed for a child, with its babyish color palette and animal print, but the diaper looked like it would be big on me!

  This is so weird...

  I dropped the diaper back on the table and grabbed my laptop from the kitchen. As soon as I sat back down on the couch, I opened up my computer and searched for Snuggies. I had to know what these were supposed to be for. Or more importantly, who...

  It didn't take me long to find the website for the strange diapers in my living room. But when I pulled open the site, what I saw did nothing to quell my confusion. Because right there on the front page of the site were pictures of full-grown men wearing the childish diaper spread out on my table.

  "What the fuck?!"

  I closed out the page and rubbed my eyes. Had I just seen what I thought I did? Were the diapers in my living room really for adults? And if they were, why did they look like they were designed for a baby?

  I'm not sure I want to know the answer to this one.

  But it only took a minute before I was back on my laptop, searching Google for an answer to my question. And soon enough, I found what I was looking for, which only left me more confused. Adult babies. ABDL. Littles. Daddies. Mommies. Diapers...

  I couldn't look away. Each page took me deeper. Stories, pictures, Reddit posts, videos... I couldn't stop looking. Hours flew by as I read stories and looked at pictures of men and women in diapers. It was all so strange and new.

  I had no idea what a fetish was until today. And now that I knew, some part of me woke up, asking questions I would have never thought about yesterday. I'd only had sex once in my life, and it hadn't been that good. My sexiest outfit was a skirt and a t-shirt. I rarely even wore make-up. But now I was diving deep into something that tore my world view apart.

  My stomach tightened nervously as I flipped through picture after picture of girls in diapers. Girls who looked the same age I did. In most of the pictures, they were smiling wide, owning the fact that they were wearing a diaper. And every picture I looked at had a string of comments below it from admirers. People actually liked this. They wanted this.

  I wonder what it feels like...

  I stopped on a picture of a red headed girl sitting on the floor with her legs wide open. She was leaning back on her hands, with her hair in pigtails as she smiled at the camera behind a pink and white pacifier. In a white shirt and a pink skirt, she had an air of innocence around her that made my whole body tingle. But it was what was under her skirt that sent chills up my arms. Instead of racy undies, the cute red head was wearing a Snuggies diaper.

  She looks like me...

  I shut the computer. I couldn't look anymore. And once the computer was closed, I picked up the diaper from my coffee table and threw it into the open box, followed quickly by the opened bag of diapers. I closed the box as fast as I could and pushed it towards my door, trying to get it as far away from me as possible.

  Nervous energy built in my stomach. And within moments, that nervousness turned into a sudden urge to pee.

  Do people actually pee in the diapers? I wondered as I stared down at the box. What would that feel like? I bit my lip as I looked down at the box, picturing myself in one of the diapers like the girls I'd seen online.

  As soon as I had the thought, I pushed it away. What the hell?! Why would I even think about that?

  I hurried to the bathroom. And as soon as I sat down on the toilet, relief washed over me. This felt right. This was right. I was a grown woman. I didn't need diapers. I didn't want diapers. The people in the pictures weren't like me.

  But as I washed my hands, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked so young as I stared into my own blue eyes. Without any make-up, and with a natural blush in my cheeks, I had that same look of innocence as the girls online. And as I stared at myself, I pulled my hair into pigtails, trying to imagine how I'd look on camera. Would people like me?

  I let my hair fall back around my shoulders as I shook my head and stepped away from the mirror. There is something seriously wrong with me. I need a boyfriend.

  The strange tightness in my stomach loosened at the thought of finding a man to hold me tight. I hadn't had a boyfriend since high school. Maybe that's what I needed now. I had a new apartment in a new town where I was starting my new life. A new boyfriend wouldn't hurt any.

  I opened my laptop once more. I'd set up a profile. I'd start my new life tonight.

  But as soon as the screen flickered, I found myself staring back at the picture of the red head in her diaper. My stomach tightened once more and I felt heat build up in my cheeks as I took her in. And as I stared at her picture, I wondered who was holding the camera. Did she have a boyfriend? And if she did, was he the one who changed her? Did she call him Daddy?

  Thoughts of making a dating profile faded quickly. And before I knew it, I lost myself once more in the strange new world I'd found online. The sun went down without me noticing, and bedtime crept up on me quickly. By the time I realized how late it had gotten, I'd spent hours online, lost in a lifestyle that I'd never thought about until today.

  "It was just interesting, that's all," I said to myself as I climbed into bed, thinking about diapers and Daddies. "Just weird and interesting. I'm not like them."

  But as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, my thoughts found their way back to the picture of the red headed girl. I could see her with my eyes closed, smiling at the camera with her pacifier between her lips, happy as could be to be in her diaper. And as sleep told hold of me, the red headed girl faded away so I could take her place. With my hair up in pig tails and my legs spread wide, it was my turn to smile as I showed the world my diaper...

  Chapter Three

  I jumped from one crazy dream to the next. At first, they were simple. It was just me wearing one of the diapers I'd found in the box. But then they just got weirder and weirder. Soon enough, I was dreaming about crawling around my new apartment on my hands and knees. I started sucking on pacifiers. I switched from cups to bottles. And when I made myself dinner, all I did was open a few jars of baby food before dumping the contents out onto a brightly colored divider plate.

  But as weird as the dreams were, they weren't bad. I felt happy as I went along with my dream, wearing nothing but a diaper and a shirt. I watched cartoons on TV as I sucked on my pacifier with my legs wide open. And when the urge to pee hit me, I let the diaper do its job.

  I had no idea what it really felt like, but I imagined it tickled as I peed. And as I leaked into the diaper, I could feel the warm wetness spread between my thighs. I blushed as the damp feeling spread across my ass cheeks. And when I finished up, I giggled behind my pacifier as I pressed my hands against the seat of my newly wet diaper. So strange, but so comfortable.

  Comfortable until I woke up.

  I was smiling to myself as I opened my eyes. I told myself that my dreams were just a byproduct of everything I'd looked at online before bed. That made sense to me. I stretched out on my bed as I tried to push the strange thoughts out of my head. But it was almost like I could still feel the diaper I'd been wearing in my dreams. Warm, wet, and thick between my legs.

  Warm and wet? Wait...

  My eyes opened wide and I sat up quickly. My comforter had bunched between my legs while I'd slept, which wasn't so strange. But the slight smell of urine and the odd warmth between my thighs wasn't something I'd been expecting. My hands shot to my crotch, touching down on the undeniable wetness below.

  "I wet the bed!"

  I rolled off the mattress as quick as I could, then pulled the comforter off after me. With my stomach twisting in knots, I stared down at the disaster I'd created. A huge wet spot stretched across the center of my mattress. My undies were soaked, and the wetness had spread up the left side of my shirt as well. The comforter had soaked me up where it could, and smelled strongly.

  "How?" I asked as I started to cry. "This isn't right!"

  My mind drifted back to the dream
s I'd had throughout the night. Anger bubbled up within me as I thought about the diapers still sitting in my living room. They were the reason I'd soaked my bed. If I hadn't opened that box... If I hadn't looked inside...

  This is all my fault. I thought as I dropped my comforter to the floor. This is what I get for opening that box. It wasn't mine.

  I wiped a tear from my cheek before leaving my bedroom. As soon as I made it into the hall, the smell of my mistake faded. And as I turned on the light in the bathroom, I started feeling a bit more like myself. But the tightness in my stomach returned immediately when I started to pull my panties down so I could get into the shower.

  There wasn't a dry spot anywhere on the cotton undies. I shivered as I peeled my pissed panties off. The smell came drifting back as I slid the ruined undies down my legs, and every time the wet material touched my skin, a tingle of electricity shot up my legs, making my whole body shake. When I finally stepped out of my panties, I couldn't believe how heavy they felt now. I stared at the yellowed seat of my once white undies before tossing them in the trash can by the toilet.

  Peed the bed just like the baby you want to be.

  My heart skipped a beat as the rogue thought drifted through my mind.

  I shook my head quickly, trying to shake the stray thought out of my brain. I didn't want this. I didn't!

  But as I straightened back out, catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, I pictured myself with a pacifier in my mouth. And I remembered how my hair looked when I pulled it up into pig tails.

  "No!" I shouted as I stepped into the shower. "It was just a fucked up dream! I'm an adult!"

  I stayed in the shower until the water turned cold. Curled up in the corner, with the water raining down on my naked body, I didn't want to move. My heart beat so fast that my chest hurt, and my stomach was so tight that I felt like a rubber band about to break. Bits and pieces of my dreams last night kept popping into my head. And just as quick as they came I pushed them away, reassuring myself that I was a woman, not a little girl.