A Curious Baby Girl

by Sabante, Cindel

"Did you pee in the car?" she asked as she held my arm.

  I blushed. "Yes. I had to go."

  "Remember how I told you not to force it out?" she said as she stared at the back of my dress. "Well you leaked."

  Oh my god... My cheeks turned red as I grabbed at my dress. And sure enough, there were two wet circles on the back of my skirt.

  "I'm sorry! I didn't know I would leak!"

  Olivia took me by the hand and led me into the house. As soon as she shut the door, she put our bags down, then took me by the hand. "Well let's get you changed. I can't have you leaving puddles all over my new carpet."

  After being pulled upstairs, she walked me towards a closed door. The knob was keyed, and I had to wait while Olivia unlocked the door. I wasn't prepared for what I saw next. I mean, I knew Olivia was a professional and all, but when she opened the door, my pacifier fell out as I gasped at the decor.

  The walls were a baby pink, with butterfly decals spaced strategically around the room. Soft, cushy white carpet covered the floor. That's where normalcy ended though. Because the large room wasn't just another bedroom. No, this was a nursery. An adult sized one.

  I stepped in the room hesitantly. On the left wall was a bright white dresser. Stuffed animals lined the top. More toys were scattered across the floor, all made for babies. In the left corner was a child sized desk. It had no chairs, but crayons and coloring books sat on top of the plastic table.

  Against the back wall was the centerpiece of the room. It was the biggest crib I'd ever seen. Bright white just like the dresser, the railings were four feet high from the mattress. The mattress itself looked like a normal twin size, but it had a childish fitted sheet with butterflies and flowers on it. The crib had a door set off to the right side, and from what I could tell from where I stood, the door locked from the outside. Whoever got into the crib wasn't getting back out without help. And above the crib, attached to the wall, was a small, blank whiteboard.

  The closet set into the right wall was closed, but I had no doubt more baby items waited inside. And the last piece of furniture in the room sat right next to the closet door. It took me a moment to recognize the piece, but when I saw diapers and wipes tucked into the shelves on the side, I knew I was looking at the adult version of a changing table.

  Olivia smiled at me as she led me inside. "You like it? Spared no expense when I had this room put together."

  I didn't know what to say. I was still in shock from it all. "It's uhh... It's pink."

  Olivia laughed as she took me by the hand and walked me over to the changing table. "Sure is. My girls all like it. And for the boys, I have a nice nursery for them right next door."

  Olivia tapped me under the armpits. "Arms up."

  I didn't hesitate. And as soon as my arms were over my head, Olivia unbuttoned my dress and pulled the wet outfit off, leaving me in nothing but my soaked diaper as I stood next to the changing table. She made sure to take the pacifier off the dress, but she didn't push the nipple back into my mouth just yet.

  She tapped the seat of my diaper as she looked at me. "Pretty wet. Let's get you changed. Hop up on the table."

  With a little help from Olivia, I managed to lay down on the changing table. And from my back, the room looked so much different. Everything seemed bigger while I felt like I'd shrunk. When Olivia took her place to my side, I felt so small as she looked down at me.

  "This is your first diaper change. Are you excited?"

  I shrugged my shoulders. I was feeling overwhelmed again. I stayed perfectly still while Olivia pulled at the diaper tapes, ripping them away one by one.

  "Let's see if you remember the commands I taught you this morning," Olivia said before she tapped me on the outside of my thigh. "What does that mean?"

  Lift my legs, I thought. And as Olivia pulled down the front of my diaper, I did exactly that, letting her slide the wet diaper out from under my clammy rear end. As soon as she wrapped up the diaper, she made sure to hold my ankles so I couldn't put my legs back down. Then with the other hand, she pulled out a baby wipe from one of the shelves on the side. I watched her every move until she became obscured by my upraised legs.

  "That's cold!" I gasped as the baby wipe slid across my bare ass.

  "Shh," said Olivia as she kept wiping. "It's only cold for a second. And we have to get you nice and clean before we put a new diaper on you."

  I blushed at her words. There was no hesitation in her voice. No self doubt. She was just stating a fact.

  When she was done with my butt, Olivia lowered my legs back to the table. Then she tapped my inner thigh. This time I spread my legs for her, just like she'd taught me. I was a trained animal, ready to react as soon as my master gave me a command.

  "Good girl for remembering," she said as she took another wipe and cleaned the rest of my pubic area.

  I shivered when she slid the cool cloth across my pussy lips. Just having her touch me there brought back memories of this morning and how good she made me feel. But her touch didn't linger this time. As soon as she was satisfied, the baby wipe moved on, leaving my wanting pussy behind.

  Olivia pulled out a new diaper from one of the shelves. It was a Snuggies, like the one she'd just taken off of me. After she unfolded the diaper, she tapped my outer thigh once more. When my legs were in the air, she slid the diaper under me. When I touched back down, the butterflies in my stomach went wild. Even though this was only my second diaper, I was already starting to get used to how they felt against my skin.

  Before Olivia pulled the diaper between my legs, she took out a bottle of baby powder and dusted me quite liberally with it. She rubbed in the sweet smelling powder, making sure to take her time as she slid her fingers once more across my pussy. She smiled wickedly as she pressed down on my clit, drawing a sharp breath of excitement from my lungs.

  "Almost done," she said as she pulled the diaper between my legs. And with a practiced hand, she pulled the four tapes tight, sealing me back into my absorbent underwear. She tapped the front panel when she finished.

  With a new diaper on, Olivia helped me down from the table. And as soon as my feet hit the floor, she snapped her fingers, pointing towards the carpet.

  "No more walking. In this house you are on your hands and knees always."

  I sank to the floor, feeling a bit foolish as I did. But I didn't say anything, and once I was sitting on my knees, I looked up at Olivia for my next direction. My stomach was twisting itself into knots, while my mind once again fought against itself over what I was doing.

  Olivia walked to the closet and opened the door. With a curl of her finger, she invited me over. And like a good little baby, I crawled the whole way, relishing the feeling of the soft carpet on my knees.

  "Not all of it is going to fit you," she said as she waved me into the closet. "But there should be enough in here to get you through the weekend."

  I let out another gasp with I crawled into the open closet. The walk-in was nearly the size of my bedroom, and every hanger and shelf was full. There were dozens of frilly dresses in almost as many colors. Childish t-shirts and strange looking overalls hung up as well. There were footed sleepers, onesies, and even a few normal looking outfits scattered around the closet.

  On the middle shelves of the closet, hundreds of diapers sat tucked away in neat little rows. And as I looked up at the wall of diapers in front of me, I realized there was more than one kind on the shelves. Most were white, but I saw blue, pink, and purple diapers too. Some had designs across the cover. Some just had the model name or a few colored lines. But all of them looked as thick, or thicker, than the diaper I was wearing right now. And that wasn't even counting the stack of cloth diapers I saw on the lowest shelf.

  "How many kinds are there?" I asked as I stared, dumbstruck.

  Olivia shrugged. "Enough. I could put you in a different diaper every time I changed you this weekend and never repeat a brand. Seems like a new company springs up every couple of months now."

  Th
is is more than I ever imagined. I thought this was just a small fetish. How are there so many choices?

  "Are you going to dress me?" I asked as I looked over at Olivia. "I'm a bit chilly."

  She stepped into the closet with me and stared at the assorted clothes. I watched warily as she slid outfits aside as she searched for the perfect one. She finally settled on one of the onesies with the snaps in the crotch, along with a separate ruffled pink skirt. The onesie was white, with a unicorn on the front riding across a rainbow. And underneath the picture were the words, "Mommy's Little Girl," in childish pink font.

  "Come on, let's get you dressed."

  I followed Olivia back out of the closet. My stomach was rolling wildly now. The diapers I could handle. They were easy to hide. But I didn't have that option for the clothes she picked out. As soon as she snapped me into the onesie, I would look just like the baby she wanted me to be.

  "Arms up," she said as she stood above me with the onesie open.

  I lifted my arms. My hands were shaking.

  The onesie slipped down my arms and over my head. As Olivia pulled it down, I felt how soft the cotton was. And as the fabric ran across my nipples, they hardened. The tickle of the onesie sent tingles through my body.

  "Alright. You have to lay down for the next bit," said Olivia as she crouched down next to me.

  I rolled onto my back. I felt her tug the back of the onesie, straightening out the shirt in the process. She tapped me on my inner thigh and I opened my legs for her just like she'd taught me. The onesie pulled tight, and then I heard a series of buttons snapping. When Olivia let go of the onesie, it stayed in place, secured now between my legs.

  "You look adorable," Olivia said as before leaning in and tickling the sides of my tummy.

  I couldn't stop the string of giggles that spilled out of me. I rolled on the floor, trying to escape her touch, but she stayed with me no matter where I went. She tickled me for a full minute before letting up, and by the time she was done, I was gasping for breath on the floor.

  As Olivia picked up the skirt, I stared at her in desire. My whole body called for her. The tingle between my legs was maddening as I took her in. And every time I moved my arms, the onesie pulled tight across my body, tickling my nipples mercilessly. My muscles tensed and part of me wanted to tackle Olivia just so I could steal a kiss, but I never moved unless she commanded it.

  She tapped my outer thigh and I lifted my legs. As she slipped the skirt down, I curled my toes and drove my thighs together, trying to ward off the growing desire for my new Mommy. Her hand touched against my skin as she pulled the skirt down, and the smallest touch sent electricity rushing up my spine.

  "You okay?" she asked as she positioned the skirt around my waist. "You seem a little tense."

  "I'm... I'm horny..." I said quietly. "Like, really horny."

  Olivia snapped the skirt closed and pushed my legs back to the floor. When she caught my eye, a huge smile sat on her face. She giggled before running her hands up my naked legs.

  "Poor baby," she said as she leaned over me. "If only there was something Mommy could do..."

  Her hand climbed higher. It dipped under the short skirt she'd just fastened around my hips. I felt her fingers tap against my inner thigh, and I wasted no time spreading my legs for Olivia. When her touch slid across the small patch of skin between the seat of my diaper and my leg, my whole body tensed while a small sigh squeaked out of me. Olivia played with the edge of the diaper, pulling on it just enough to let the tip of her fingers glide inside.

  But as much as I wanted it, her fingers never moved all the way in. She smiled wickedly as she teased me with her touch. And when she finally pulled her fingers out of the diaper, she walked them across the onesie until they sat between my legs. As we stared into each other's eyes, she pressed down, trying to massage my aching clit through the frustrating layers between us.

  I lifted my hips and ground myself against her touch, helping her along in any way I could. But no matter what I did, or how hard she pushed her fingers against the diaper, it wasn't enough. The soft inner liner rubbed against me, but it was just another tease. It was maddening that we were this close, but we couldn't go any further.

  "Take my diaper off," I said. "I want to feel you."

  Olivia pressed her fingers as hard as she could against the diaper. But then she shook her head. "No."

  I squirmed under her. "Please! You're driving me crazy right now. Aren't you horny?"

  She nodded. "Probably more than you are. You look so cute right now. The things I want to do to you..."

  "Do them!" My eyes were wild. I pulled Olivia down on top of me, holding her tight as I lifted my head so I could whisper into her ear. "Fuck me Mommy. I want you so bad!"

  She started to pull away, but her resistance was just for show. When I pulled her back down, she collapsed on top of me. Her mouth found mine in an instant and her hands ran up my body until they found my hair. I sighed into her when she grabbed both my pony tails and pulled them roughly.

  "I want you so bad," she said between sloppy kisses. "You're so fucking cute... You were meant for this."

  I didn't say anything. I just kept kissing. Not just her mouth, but her cheeks too. Her neck. The small bit of shoulder peeking out of her top. I wanted to kiss it all.

  "Take off your shirt," I sighed. "Hurry."

  Olivia complied. She leaned back just long enough to pull her scarlet top off and throw it across the room. Then she dropped her lips back to mine, wearing nothing up top but a lacy black bra. The heat of her body seeped through my onesie, warming me up as she pressed against me. And while she pinned me down on the floor, my hands were sliding up and down her sides, touching every inch of her smooth skin that I could reach.

  Stupid bra, I thought to myself when the fabric kept getting in the way of my sliding fingers. Got to get it off.

  I reached behind Olivia and tried to unhook her bra while we continued kissing. It was hard work. I couldn't see what I was doing, and my whole body was shaking with pleasure. It was impossible to concentrate. When I managed to get one hook free, the other stuck tight. When I tried to free that one up, I managed to rehook the first hook.

  After a minute of trying, I gave up on the hooks altogether. That's when I grabbed the straps of her bra and simply pulled. My arms strained as I fought against the small metal hooks holding everything together, but eventually I won out. Olivia sighed in surprise as her broken bra slipped from her shoulders, but she didn't say anything else.

  I was the baby. She was the Mommy. She was supposed to be the one in control. But I couldn't stop myself from pushing Olivia off me. And as soon as she was up, I tackled her. My diaper crinkled loudly, which just seemed to stoke the fire in both of us. Olivia dropped to her back and let me crawl on top of her. And with our positions reversed, I walked kisses down her body.

  I started at her lips. Soft and sweet, I almost didn't want to leave. Even as I pulled away, Olivia lifted her head to follow me. Soon enough and my lips were on her neck. I giggled as I thought about leaving a hickey behind, but I was on a mission. Her shoulders were next, but I didn't stay long. After I left there, I started the climb up her soft, round breasts. Olivia held her breath as I reached the top, and she blew it out again when I started sucking on her hardened pink peak.

  Her sighs were like music to me. I let my tongue drift up and down her nipple between pulls. Her tit in my mouth reminded me of the pacifier she'd shoved between my lips earlier. And her nipple was just as soothing as the latex one. But it wasn't enough to just suck and kiss. Olivia let out a sharp sigh when I wrapped my fingers around her other tit.

  "Keep going," she sighed. "That feels amazing."

  I did exactly as she asked. And as I played with her tits up top, I pushed Olivia's skirt up. When it was high enough, I crawled between her legs. I started pressing myself against her. Her black panties rubbed against my onesie. Between the sounds of Olivia's quiet moans, the suckling noise of my li
ps on her tit, and the crinkle of my diaper as I rubbed against her like a cat, I was as turned on as I'd ever been.

  I reached between my legs with my free hand, and one by one, I popped the buttons on my onesie. But when I reached for one of the tapes on my diaper, Olivia stopped me. She sat up slowly, forcing me from her tit as she met my eyes. Then without a word, she dropped her hands to the top of my head and started pushing me down. I resisted at first, but her insistence broke my resolve.

  "The diaper stays on," she said as she kept her hands on the top of my head. She dropped her head back to the floor. "But I think it's time for my panties to come off."

  When my head was between Olivia's legs, she quit pushing me down. I stared into the black cotton of her undies, imagining what was waiting for me underneath. My heart raced as I reached for the waistband of her panties. I'd never done anything like this before, but that was really just par for the course today.

  Olivia lifted her hips as I slid her underwear off. Once they were down around her thighs, she tucked her legs in so I could slide the panties off completely. And as soon as the black lace undies cleared her ankles, she dropped her feet back to the floor, throwing her legs open in the process.

  "You know what I want you to do," she said as she looked at me through her open legs. "Make me moan Lexi."

  My nervousness had never been so high. Olivia had given me the best orgasm I'd ever had this morning, and now she expected the same from me. But as I stared down at the glistening lips in-between her fluttering thighs, I didn't know if I could do it. I didn't know if I could give her what she wanted.

  She wasn't giving me a choice to back out. When I hesitated for too long, she sat back up and wrapped her hands around my head, pulling me down between her thighs as she lay back down. My eyes went wide as my head came closer to her slick lips.

  "I don't know what to do," I said as I looked up at Olivia.

  She pressed me down, forcing my mouth to her pussy. "Use your tongue. Find my clit. Then lick until you I tell you to stop."

  I could taste her. Slightly sweet, and a little tangy, her juices coated my lips. With no choice but to press forward from here, my nervousness died away, letting my arousal surge back to the forefront of my mind.