I can taste her pussy. I'm actually going down on another girl...
My tongue slipped out from between my lips, testing the waters. Desire swelled within me as my tongue slid between her lips. I pressed into her, trying to drive myself as deep as I could go. And as her thighs closed around my head, my whole world became the small space between her legs. I closed my eyes and lost myself in her taste. Her smell. The warmth of her skin.
Find her clit. Make her moan.
My tongue slid upwards. It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for. Hidden under a fold of skin, I touched down on her tiny button. When I did, her legs jerked around me, letting me know I was in the right spot. I licked her as quick as I could, dancing my tongue across her clit while I listened to any cues that told me I was making the right moves.
I want to make her come...
I was on a mission, but I was failing. I'd found her clit. But that was the easy part. After less than a minute, my jaw started to hurt. My tongue started cramping. I could hear Olivia breathing heavily, but I had no idea how close she was. I needed to do something more. I needed to make her feel as good as she made me feel this morning.
That's when I remembered she'd used more than her tongue. I slipped a hand under my chin and slid my fingers across her slick lips. With two fingers, I pressed into her. She moaned almost instantly. She clamped down on my fingers, squeezing me with her pussy as I wiggled my digits inside of her. And just like she'd done this morning, I slid myself in and out while I kept going with my tongue. I curled my fingers within her, touching every part of her insides. And when I felt her loosen around me, I added another finger to the mix, filling her even more.
That set her over the edge. Her breaths shortened. Her stomach tightened. And as she came, she squeezed her thighs together, trapping me between her legs. Her pussy pulsed around my fingers and she lifted her hips off the ground, pressing my face hard against her. She was so wet now that I could feel her juices rolling down my chin.
If there was ever a need for a bib...
One short, soft sigh. Then silence. I couldn't even hear her breathing. Her body jerked once, twice. Then her hips dropped back to the ground. Her legs parted, freeing me from between them. And as she pushed me away from her pussy, she let her breath out before going completely limp.
"That's a very good girl," she said as she looked at me with half closed eyes.
"My turn?" I asked innocently. My whole body hummed. I wanted to come. I wanted to feel what she'd just felt.
Olivia sat up slowly, then pushed me onto my back. She tapped the inside of my thigh and I gladly opened my legs for her. But instead of pulling off my diaper and dropping her head between my legs, she grabbed the tail of my onesie and started snapping the buttons together.
"What are you doing?" I asked quickly.
Olivia smiled at me. And once the last button on the onesie snapped closed, she pressed her hand between my legs, rubbing me through the diaper. "This stays on unless you need to be changed. And right now, you don't need one."
"Please!" I begged. "I'm so horny!"
Olivia stood up and held out a finger, telling me to wait. I rolled to my stomach as she walked out of the room. I almost ran after her, but before I popped to my feet, I remembered that in her house, I was supposed to crawl. On my hands and knees, I headed towards the open door, but Olivia walked back into the room before I could get in the hall.
"And where are you going?"
"I missed you," I said as I sat back on my knees. I pressed my heel against my diaper and rubbed, searching for anything that could make me come. "Please take my diaper off! Please!"
She shook her head and smiled playfully. But before I could say anything else, she pushed me to my back and pulled out something from behind hers.
"What's that?" I asked as I stared at the long white object in her hand.
Olivia held it up for me to see. It had a power button in the middle, and a small rubber ball on one end. On the other was a power cord.
"This is a Magic Wand. And if you promise to be a good girl, I'll show you how it works."
I didn't know what to expect, but from the look on Olivia's face, I wasn't too worried. I nodded slowly, then watched as she plugged in the strange device. When she hit the power button, it hummed to life.
"What's it do?" I asked as I stared at the wand.
Without warning, Olivia pressed the bulb end against my diaper. The hum in the room grew twice as loud. And in that instant, I found out exactly why the wand was so magical.
My whole diaper started vibrating. I grasped at the carpet as she pressed the wand down harder, driving the vibrating bulb right over my clit. Almost instantly, I felt an orgasm building. I gasped as Olivia wiggled the wand, sending pulses of vibrations through the diaper and into my clit. She grinned as I snapped my legs together, keeping the wand steady.
It took less than a minute before pleasure washed through me. My whole body went numb as I sighed into the air. And as I came, the Magic Wand kept humming, driving my orgasm to higher and higher heights until it was too much to take. I had to push it away when the tickling pleasure grew too strong.
Olivia switched the toy off. "How was that?"
"Magical..." I lifted my head and looked at Olivia. "Why do you have that? I thought you didn't do sex things with your clients."
She smiled as she wrapped the power cord around the wand. "A girl gets lonely sometimes. And it works just as well without a diaper on."
I dropped my head back to the floor and laughed. Today had been the weirdest day of my life, but so far, each new discovery turned into something wonderful. I was already worrying about having to return to my normal life come Monday.
"I like this," I said out of nowhere. "I like being your baby."
"Well I'm glad to hear that." Olivia put the Magic Wand away in the changing table. Then she came and laid down right next to me. She kissed me on the cheek before pulling me into the crook of her arm. "And just so you know, I like being your Mommy too. It's been a surprising day."
I hugged Olivia as I shut my eyes, happy and content in her arms. "I never want to leave."
Olivia sighed as she stroked the back of my head. "If it were up to me, I wouldn't let you."
Chapter Eleven
We didn't move from the floor of the nursery for half an hour. It wasn't until my stomach rumbled that Olivia finally perked up.
"Is my baby hungry?" she asked as she smiled at me.
I nodded quickly. All I'd eaten today was a single slice of pizza.
Still in nothing but her skirt, Olivia stood up and walked towards the door. "Let me go slip into something more comfortable, then I'll make you dinner. Okay?"
I watched her leave the room with a smile on my face. She looked so good. "Okay Mommy."
The words still felt funny when they rolled off my tongue. But every time I called Olivia "Mommy" my tummy tightened a little and my arousal peaked. It was naughty and dirty in a way I couldn't explain, but I could have said the same thing about most of the things we were doing together. I wasn't sure why I liked all of this, but I knew I did, and right now, that's all that mattered.
Alone in the nursery, I decided to explore. On my hands and knees, I crawled over to the crib and looked inside. The mattress itself was nearly two feet off the ground. And laying on the mattress was a large pink blanket, neatly folded up in the corner.
I dropped back to the floor and looked under the crib next. That's where all the toys in the room were kept. In three different clear plastic bins, I saw numerous toys that would have looked at home in any nursery. Ring stackers, shape sorters, colored balls, stuffed animals. They were all there. And one toy in particular caught my eye.
I pulled a stuffed white rabbit out of one of the bins. It was a foot long from the tip of its floppy ears to the soft cotton tail. A pink plastic nose matched the color of its inner ears, giving the bunny a lifelike look. Its fur was soft and felt good against my skin. But more th
an anything, it reminded me of the stuffed bunny I had when I was a real little girl. I'd taken my bunny everywhere, and by the time I grew too old for my stuffed animal, one of his ears was threadbare and he had half a dozen holes where the seams had given out.
"Just like Bun-bun," I said as I pressed the fluffy toy to my cheek.
"Well don't you just look adorable," Olivia said from the door. She'd changed into a simple light blue summer dress with a high waist and a knee length skirt.
I blushed as I turned around, still holding the stuffed bunny. "Can I have this?"
"Everything in this room is yours Lexi. Whatever you want."
I smiled and hugged the bunny once more. It was silly, but the stuffed toy was comforting.
I really am a little kid. Was I ever an adult?
"Come on," she said as she waved me over. "Let's go downstairs."
I dropped back to my hands and knees and started to crawl across the floor, but I found it so much harder now that I held a bunny in my hand. I stopped and sat back, wondering if I should leave the toy behind.
"What's wrong?" asked Olivia.
"Just having some trouble with my bunny. It's hard to crawl."
She shrugged and walked out of sight down the hall. Her voice drifted into the nursery. "Figure it out sweetie. I'll be waiting for you downstairs."
I stared at the bunny, trying to decide if I wanted to keep the toy with me or not. Part of me knew I didn't need the stuffie with me, but another part of me wanted the toy in the same irrational way a child wanted anything. It was mine.
With my mind made up, I grabbed my bunny by the ears and dropped back to my hands. I crawled a little lopsided, but I made it out the door and around the corner. My diaper crinkled loudly as I moved, but I was getting used to the near constant noise. I made it all the way down the hall with no trouble, but when I reached the stairs, I hit a new snag.
"How do I get down?" I asked myself as I leaned over the top of the stairs.
Olivia called up from the bottom. "Stairs aren't so easy when you're a baby are they?"
I shook my head and sat back as I thought about my new problem. The stairs were U shaped, with two wide stairs at the bend. I knew without even asking that Olivia wanted me to keep crawling, but there was no way I could make it down the stairs if I kept going like this. At best I'd slide down face first. At worst, I'd end up rolling and breaking something.
Have to go down backwards, I decided. I turned around quickly, then slid backwards, easing myself down the stairs feet first. I felt ridiculous, but so far, my strategy was working. And once I made it to the middle part of the stairs, I was sure this was the only way to go.
Olivia clapped when she saw me. "You figured it out."
"Not used to this," I said as I started my backwards crawl down the second half.
I heard Olivia's phone click behind me. I blushed at the sound, knowing she just took a picture of me as I navigated my way down. And when I finally reached the bottom of the staircase, Olivia rubbed my head before walking off towards the kitchen. Without a word, I crawled after her.
We passed through the living room on the way. It looked the way a living room should have looked, with a table, a sofa, and a TV. A fireplace was built into one of the walls, and on top of the mantle were half a dozen votive candles. The only thing out of place in the living room was the basket of children's toys set off to the side of the couch.
But where the living room was almost normal, the kitchen was not. As soon as I crossed from carpet to tile, everything changed. All the cabinets had child locks across the handles. And the fridge was covered in alphabet magnets, all in easy reach of someone sitting on the floor. But the real standout piece of the kitchen was the wooden high chair in the corner. Wider and taller than a normal high chair, this piece of furniture was clearly made for an adult, just like the crib.
Olivia led me over to the chair, and slid the tray off before tapping her hand on the seat.
"Climb on up. Let's get some food in your tummy."
I stood up and climbed into the chair. It was about as high as a tall barstool, and when I swung my legs, there were a good ten inches between me and the floor. The chair actually felt too big for me, as I couldn't comfortably put my arms on both armrests at once. And before Olivia slid the tray back into position, she reached around my waist, pulling out two canvas straps with plastic buckles. She fed one of the straps into a loop between my legs, then buckled me into the chair before pulling the strap tight. When she was finished, the belt across my middle held me into the chair.
"Can't be too safe," she said as she picked up the tray. "Arms up."
The tray itself was molded plastic, and when she slid it onto the railing, I heard it click until it locked into place. I pushed against it when I put my arms back down, but the tray wouldn't budge. It was tight enough against me that I couldn't slip my hands under the tray either, so I just rested my arms on top and waited for Olivia to feed me.
"I'll be right back," she said as she walked out of the kitchen. "Don't go anywhere sweetie."
I sighed at the bad joke. There was no way I was getting out of the high chair without her help and she knew it. But she wasn't gone for long anyways. And when she came back in, she was holding the bag of baby food I'd picked out at the store.
My tummy rumbled again. I was getting really hungry. But Olivia still wasn't ready to feed me. The first thing she pulled out of the bag was the set of princess bibs. She pulled off the light blue Cinderella bib, then walked over to me and pushed it over my head. It caught on my ears on the way down, but other than that, the bib slipped around my neck with no problems.
"No toys at the table," Olivia said as she pulled the bunny from my grip. "You can have Bun-bun back when you're done eating."
My stomach flipped when she called him Bun-bun. I didn't think she'd heard me back in the nursery.
"How hungry are you?" she asked as she started lining up food jars on the counter.
I eyed them all. "Really hungry."
"Good answer." Olivia picked out six jars and popped off the lids. Then she grabbed a plastic baby spoon from a drawer and brought over the first jar. "Open up sweetie."
I was more than happy to let the spoon in. And from the moment the sweet potato puree hit my tongue, I was in heaven. Not only did the baby food smell like Thanksgiving, but the sweet taste of the orange mush tasted exactly like I was expecting from the smell. I ate without complaint, smiling and banging on the tray when Olivia wasn't spooning the food into my mouth fast enough.
She was enjoying meal time as much as I was. Every time I acted out, she started giggling. And just to add to the experience, she "missed" my mouth a few times, spilling baby food across my cheeks and chin. By the time the first jar was empty, we were both laughing.
"Ready for number two?" she asked as she grabbed a new jar. "Banana this time."
"Ready Mommy!" I said excitedly.
After the banana jar was empty, we moved onto applesauce. And after that, it was peas. I had a smile on my face until half way through the fourth jar. That's when my stomach started to turn. I closed my mouth for the first time since Olivia picked up the spoon.
"I think I'm full," I said as I turned my head away. "No more."
Olivia shook her head and pressed the spoon against my lips, smearing pea across my mouth. "You need to eat. This is a normal meal's worth of calories."
"But I'm full!" I said again. "My tummy hurts."
Olivia sighed, but didn't give up. "Open your mouth Lexi."
I hesitated. But a stern look from Olivia broke my resolve. Slowly I opened my mouth, and as soon as she could fit the spoon inside, she dumped peas across my tongue.
"Now swallow," she said as she closed my mouth with a hand under my chin.
I closed my eyes and swallowed. It took effort to get that little bit of baby food down my throat. And as soon as I opened my eyes again, there was another spoonful waiting only inches from my face.
I c
an't eat anymore! Why am I so full?
I shook my head quickly. "No more!"
Olivia dropped the spoon back into the jar, then put the jar down on the counter. "You aren't getting down until you finish your dinner."
"I told you, I'm full!"
"Fine, you can just sit there for a bit."
Olivia ignored me as she moved around the kitchen, preparing herself a sandwich while I watched from the high chair. After she cut her sandwich and poured a glass of wine from a bottle in the fridge, she turned back to me.
"Ready to finish eating?"
I shook my head. Just looking at her food made my stomach curl. And the thought of swallowing another mouthful of peas wasn't something I was looking forward to.
She smiled wickedly, then turned and walked out of the kitchen with her dinner in hand. "I'll come back in half an hour, maybe you'll be hungry then."
"No! Don't leave me in here!"
In a panic, I pushed at the tray, but it wouldn't move. I tried to find the unlocking mechanism, but it was either out of reach, or I just didn't understand what I was looking for. I called out for Olivia again, but she didn't come back. And from the other room, I heard the TV turn on.
There was nothing I could do. I was trapped in a high chair.
This is crazy! What the hell am I doing?
I looked down and shivered when I saw the bib. Just another reminder of my status now. I wiggled in the high chair, trying to slide enough that I could get myself free, but with the waist buckle pulled tight, there was nowhere I could go. All I could do was kick at the air and slam my fists against the tray while I waited for Olivia to come back into the kitchen.
I dropped my head into my arms. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so helpless. But this was what I wanted right? I'd been happy enough to follow Olivia into the kitchen on my hands and knees. I'd eagerly climbed into the high chair, and I didn't try to stop her when she buckled me in. When the tray slid into place, I didn't complain. I just opened my mouth and waited for food.
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