A Curious Baby Girl

by Sabante, Cindel

  My shorts were half way down my ass when Olivia stopped pulling on them. The thin fabric of my thong hung out on display, and as she stared at me, she hooked one of her fingers around the thong and pulled, forcing the strip of cotton between my cheeks upwards. I squeaked in surprise.

  Olivia let my thong go. The material snapped against my hip. She leaned back and smiled wickedly at me as I panted on the couch. "I guess I should finish my theory on what happened here last night."

  My whole body ached for her touch. I wanted to reach out and pull Olivia back down on top of me, but I was afraid of what she would do if I moved. I begged her with my eyes, but she didn't understand what I was asking for. Or she was teasing me on purpose, which only made me want her more.

  Why is this happening? I don't even like girls. Right?

  Even as I thought it, I knew the thought was wrong. My body was proving that. Whatever this was, it was real. I wanted Olivia. I wanted her touch. Her kiss. Her body. It was all new and confusing, but I didn't want to stop.

  "What do you think happened?" I said quickly, trying to get her to come back to me. "Tell me."

  "Well, I think you spent all night on your computer. And when you went to bed, you were still thinking about the box of diapers in your living room. You still wanted to know how it would feel to slide one of those thick diapers between your legs. You wanted to know what would happen if you pulled those tapes tight, sealing yourself into one of the cute diapers you'd been thinking about all night. Would it feel good? Would it turn you on? And if it did, would you ever want to take the diaper back off?"

  Her words drilled into me. Everything she said was true, and hearing it come from her just made my arousal grow. She wasn't judging me. She wasn't mocking me. She was just stating the facts.

  "Then what happened?" I asked as I curled my toes. "What did I do next?"

  Olivia's hands dropped back to my skin. This time she ran her fingers up and down my legs. "I think after all your computer time, you went to bed. And while you slept, you dreamed about the diapers waiting for you in the living room. All those same thoughts you were having before you closed your eyes came rushing back, more real this time. And while you were dreaming, you decided to try out the diapers you were wearing. Like the little girl you wanted to be, you wet yourself. And when you woke up, you realized that it wasn't all a dream. Your bed was soaked."

  "How do you know all of this?" I asked as I sat up. "How could you?"

  Olivia pushed her hand against my chest, guiding me back down. "It's what I do Alexia. I spend all day around men and women who want to be young again. And they all follow the same patterns." She leaned in, smiling warmly. "But I've never gotten to see someone's first time. People come to me after years of craving it. You on the other hand... You just tasted it all last night. You have no idea how good it can feel.

  But you want to. Don't you Alexia? You want to know what it would feel like to be treated as a baby again. To be dressed up and talked down to. You want to know what a diaper would feel like between your thighs. Right Alexia?"

  Wait. What? My eyes went wide at her words. My stomach flipped. My legs tightened.

  Olivia pressed me. "Tell me the truth Alexia. You're curious. It's in your nature. You want to know what I would do to you. How I would make you feel. You want to be my baby don't you?"

  This is crazy.

  I looked away from Olivia, but the first thing my eyes fell on to was the box of diapers by the door. And as I stared at the cardboard, I thought about the diapers inside. I thought about how they would feel between my legs. I thought about the crinkling noise that the plastic backing made.

  I can't want this. I'm an adult.

  Olivia guided my attention back to her with a hand on my cheek. "I want you to answer me Alexia. Tell me the truth. Are you the curious little girl that I think you are, or are you a big girl who just wants me to leave?"

  Leave?

  The message was clear. If I wanted her to stay, I had to admit my strange desire to her. But if I wanted her to go, all I had to do was shake my head and tell her I was an adult. The answer should have been easy. But as I looked into Olivia's eyes, the world became so confusing.

  "Well?" she asked after a minute of silence. "What are you Alexia? Tell me."

  I couldn't let her leave. My whole body was crying out for her in a way no one had ever made me feel before. She was a complete stranger, but somehow, I felt closer to her than most people I knew. She had to stay. I had to make her stay.

  And that made my answer clear. I lifted my head and met Olivia's eyes. While my heart pounded in my chest, I answered her.

  "I'm curious. I want... I want to know..."

  Olivia's smile seemed to stretch from ear to ear. Her hands ran up my legs, hips, sides, until finally crashing into my arm pits. She pushed my arms up over my head as she leaned in. And as we stared into each other's eyes, our lips met. I sighed deeply as she pressed against me, letting her mouth meet mine.

  When she finally pulled away a minute later, I would have done anything she asked. I was under her spell, and from the look she was giving me, she knew it. She traced my jaw line with her fingers as she stared down into my eyes. And when she finally spoke, electricity ran through my whole body.

  "That's my good little girl," she said before kissing me again. As her lips pulled away, she pressed her cheek against mine. Her breath was hot against my ear. "Now it's time to show you what I do for a living. Are you ready Alexia? Do you want to be my baby girl?"

  I closed my eyes, concentrating on the wild energy surging through me. And as I answered, that energy seemed to grow, threatening to overwhelm me completely.

  In a small, weak voice, I answered her with a single word.

  "Yes..."

  Chapter Five

  Olivia stared down at me as she dropped a diaper onto the floor. Then with a snap of her fingers, she pointed towards the carpet. "Off the couch Alexia. You don't belong up there anymore."

  I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but that didn't stop me from tingling all over as I slid to the floor. I looked up at Olivia as I sat on my knees, waiting for her next command. My heart raced in my chest, and I could feel the wetness between my legs spreading. I couldn't believe how good I felt right now.

  Olivia stepped in close, then dropped to her knees next to me. As she looked into my eyes, her hands found the bottom of my shirt. I held my breath as she slid the cotton top across my skin. And when it came time to lift my arms, I did so without pause, letting her pull my top off before throwing it across the room.

  My cheeks reddened when I watched Olivia's gaze drop to my small breasts. I knew my nipples were hard, and I didn't know how she would take it. But I didn't have to wonder for long. Her hands slid up my stomach before her fingers traced the contour of my breasts. And as I held my breath, her fingers slipped across my skin before settling around my nipples. She squeezed gently, then twisted sharply, drawing a surprised gasp out of me.

  "Do you like that?" she asked as she looked into my eyes. Olivia rubbed my nipples between her fingers as she waited for my answer. "Does that feel good?"

  I nodded without a word. I was too busy losing myself in the sensual touch across my tits. No one had ever touched me like this, and I was just starting to realized how sad that was. How had I missed out on something that felt so good? And what else was Olivia going to do to me if I kept going along with it? Would it all feel as good as this?

  Pleasure built within me. It spread through my body, making my skin buzz and my limbs heavy. It made my stomach tighten, and between my legs, my clit began to throb, demanding the same attention that my nipples were receiving. My eyes closed as I leaned back against the couch. My head clouded as Olivia twiddled my tits.

  Then without warning, she stopped.

  My eyes shot open and I sat up quickly, looking at Olivia with confused desperation on my face. "Why did you stop? I don't want you to stop."

  She pressed a finger against my li
ps without answering. Her hands dropped to my shoulders and she pulled me forward, throwing me off balance. I dropped to my hands and lifted my head, looking up at Olivia in confusion.

  She stood up and stepped back. With a curling finger, she called me towards her. But when I made a move to stand, she snapped her fingers and pointed back towards the floor.

  "I don't want you to walk Alexia. I expect you to crawl. Now show me that you want to be a good girl."

  Crawl? Just like a baby... My pulse picked up at the thought of what she wanted me to do. This is really happening.

  Unsure of myself, I started moving towards Olivia. My arms felt like rubber as I crawled across the floor. And even though she was only five feet away, the distance seemed so much longer as I moved across the carpet on my hands and knees. I felt so strange. Embarrassed. Small.

  "That's my baby," Olivia said as I reached her side.

  She dropped a hand to my head and ran her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp as I looked up at her. My nipples were so hard they hurt, and my clit ached for attention as I sat on all fours, waiting for whatever was next.

  Why do I want this? It's so wrong...

  Olivia's hand left my head as she stepped away from me. She walked across the room, then turned back towards me. With a smile, she snapped her fingers, pointing towards the floor in front of her. Without hesitating, I crawled across the living room, and stopped where she was pointing. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment, but my body was humming with desire.

  Olivia forced me to crawl across the room three more times before she switched it up. My knees were starting to ache and the carpet was rubbing against my skin now. But I didn't say anything. I just followed directions, letting Olivia lead me around my own apartment like a new puppy. She snapped her fingers, and I'd come right over.

  Olivia dropped back down to my level, and with her hands guiding me, I rolled over onto my back. She pushed my legs up until I was left looking between my knees at her. And as she smiled at me, she ran her fingers up and down my skin, teasing me with her touch. My legs shook uncontrollably, and I couldn't help but bring my own hands to my tits so I could touch myself like Olivia had. I wanted to feel that good again.

  But as soon as my fingers touched down on my nipples, Olivia's hand shot out, smacking against the back of my hands with force.

  "Bad girl," she snapped as she pushed my hands back down to the floor. "You need Mommy's permission for that. Understood?"

  Permission? To touch myself? Mommy?

  Confusion swept over me for a moment, but then I remembered what Olivia did at work. I worked my face into the best pout I could manage, and answered her just I like I thought she'd want me to.

  "Sorry Mommy."

  Olivia's smile lit up her face. Her hands dropped back to my legs and she ran her fingers down my thighs. "That's my good girl. You catch on quick."

  For the second time today, she found the waistband of my tiny shorts. But this time, she didn't tease me by pulling them half way down. The shorts slid to my knees before Olivia had me lift my legs into the air so she could finish pulling them off. The shorts joined my shirt on the other side of the room, leaving me in nothing but my black thong.

  Olivia's hands slid up and down my body, stopping occasionally to play with my nipples as I sighed on the floor beneath her. She leaned in and dropped kisses across my stomach, tickling me with her lips. And when she leaned away, she licked me before blowing cool air across the wet spot she'd created, sending chills rushing through me.

  "I rarely get to work with women," she said as she sat back, letting her eyes wander up and down my body. "And I've never worked with one as pretty as you are Alexia. I want you to know that. You're something special."

  Goosebumps ran up my arms and down my legs as my face lit up with color. "Really? You mean it?"

  Olivia nodded before draping her body over mine. Her lips dropped down, covering my mouth. And as she pressed against me, her lips parted. Her tongue traced across my lips. Without thinking, I opened my mouth and let her inside. My eyes closed as our tongues danced.

  Olivia pressed her cheek against mine when she finally pulled away. I could feel her breath on my ear.

  "Soft. Sexy. Small. You are everything I could ask for Alexia," she whispered. "You could be my perfect baby girl. And I would take such good care of you. All you have to do is behave."

  Sexy. Perfect. She wants me... Wants me to be her baby girl... Do I want that? What does that even mean?

  Olivia kissed me again and my mind went blank. The light scent of her perfume flooded my nose, and when her fingers found my nipples once more, I sighed into her as my eyes rolled back. She could have asked me anything at that moment, and I would have said yes without question. Olivia knew how to make me feel good without even trying.

  When she pulled away again, I tried to pull her back down. But she pushed me to the ground and waggled a finger in front of my face. "My little girl needs to learn patience. She needs to trust her Mommy."

  Trust my Mommy. Olivia is my Mommy...

  The thought was so strange, but so comforting at the same time. I'd only just met her, and she was asking me to give up being an adult, but I didn't even care. I wanted her to take care of me. I wanted her to keep looking at me like I meant everything in the world to her.

  She's my Mommy. I'm her baby. I want to be her baby.

  Olivia's fingers hooked the strings of my thong. As the last of my clothing pulled away, I held my breath and bit my lip. I never thought I'd end up on my floor, being undressed by another woman, but now that it was happening, everything felt so right.

  "When you put this thong on, what were you thinking?" she asked me as she held my undies in the air on the tip of her finger.

  I blushed. "I wanted to feel like an adult."

  "Did it work?"

  I shook my head. "I felt sexy for a minute. But it didn't last. I felt like I was pretending."

  Olivia smiled and dropped the panties next to me. "That's because you were. When you found those diapers, you crossed a bridge Alexia. And there's no going back. You'll never feel like an adult again, not really. No matter how much you dress up and pretend, at the end of the day, all you'll really want is a warm bottle and a soft diaper before a real grownup tucks you into bed for the night."

  A bottle and a diaper? I pictured it in my head, cradled in Olivia's arms as she held a nipple to my lips. When the bottle was empty, she would make me crawl to my room. She'd tuck me in tight and make sure the nightlight was on before she closed the door. And as I drifted off to sleep, I'd hug a stuffed animal as I squeezed my legs together so I could feel the bulk of the diaper between my thighs.

  "You're thinking about it right now aren't you?" Olivia asked as she pushed my legs open. "Imagining yourself in a nice, thick diaper. Not having to think for yourself. Not having to worry about anything. All a baby like you needs to do is stay close to Mommy. Because Mommy takes care of everything."

  I nodded as I giggled. When I'd woken up this morning, I had no idea that my day would take such a wild turn.

  Olivia slid between my open legs. Her hand reached out, and when her touch landed on my lips, I shuddered. I had no idea what to expect from the woman who had taken such complete control. But whatever she was about to do, I knew I wanted her to do it.

  She tickled the small spot where my legs met hip, sending an involuntary spasm through my body as I giggled in surprise. Her touch moved inwards, sliding across my wet lips as she teased me with her touch. I waited with baited breath for her to push inside of me, but each time she came close, her fingers pulled away, leaving me tingling with desire. It was maddening. I wanted to grab her hand and press her into me. But I knew she would never allow it, so all I could do was lay there, wanting. Waiting.

  "You looked so cute, crawling around for me," Olivia said as her fingers danced over my most private of areas. "And looking at you now, I know you'll make a perfect baby girl."

  Her finger
s drifted higher, sliding into my bush. "But there is just one thing that isn't working for me." Without warning, Olivia grabbed my pubes and pulled, sending pain through my body as she yanked on my short hairs. "Such a mess down here. A baby girl should know better."

  As I grit my teeth, I lifted my head and looked at the small patch of hair down below. Mess? What mess? I had no idea what Olivia was talking about. I kept everything well trimmed.

  But before she explained what was wrong, Olivia pushed herself up from the floor and walked away, leaving me alone on the carpet, confused and frustrated.

  "Where are you going?!" I cried as I watched her walk away."What did I do?"

  Olivia held up a finger as she disappeared down the hall. I had no idea what she was doing, but the sudden realization that I was letting a stranger walk around my apartment flooded through me. I jumped to my feet blushing, remembering how just a moment ago, I wanted her to touch me so intimately.

  What the hell am I doing? What the hell is she doing?

  It was like I was living in a fog, and the fog had suddenly lifted. Without Olivia in the room, touching and teasing me as she smiled, I could actually think for myself. And right now, I was thinking about how out of control I'd let things go.

  After grabbing my shorts and shirt from the floor and quickly pulling them back on, I ran down the hall to find my uninvited house guest. Whatever spell she'd worked on me had broken, and now my heart was racing for a completely different reason. I needed to find Olivia. I needed to get her out of my home. I needed to be the adult, not some babified version of myself that she was trying to turn me into.

  Why did I let her talk me into all of that? I wondered as I looked for Olivia. What the hell is wrong with me?

  I heard noises from my bedroom. But when I burst inside, expecting to find Olivia rummaging through my things, I didn't see her at all. That's when I noticed the light in my bathroom was on. And through the slit door, I could see Olivia's shadow.