I'm her baby and I'm being bad, I thought to myself as I sat alone in the kitchen. Olivia is punishing me. Mommy is punishing me.
True to her word, Olivia didn't come back for half an hour. When she finally walked into the kitchen, I sat up quickly and opened my mouth without a word. My stomach wasn't hurting anymore and I wanted to get out of the high chair. My legs were starting to fall asleep.
"That's my good girl," she said as she started feeding me again. "See how easy things go when you listen to Mommy?"
I swallowed the last bit of peas as I nodded silently. I was determined to be a good girl now. If I wanted to act like a baby, then I needed to listen to my Mommy.
When all six jars were empty, Olivia tossed the spoon into the sink, then pulled the bib off my head. She wiped my face with it before throwing it into the sink as well. "Full?" she asked.
I nodded slowly. In truth, I was beyond full. My tummy felt like it was bulging and every breath I took threatened to let some of the mush I'd swallowed come back up. I had no idea why the baby food was so filling, but six jars was a challenge that I wasn't ready to repeat any time soon.
As soon as the tray was off, I unbuckled the strap around my waist and slid out of the chair. I was actually happy to drop back to the floor. I didn't think I could stand up right now if I wanted to.
"Here's Bun-bun," Olivia said as she handed me the stuffed bunny.
I took him by the ears before slumping to the floor. "Thank you."
"Is my baby girl tired?" asked Olivia as she nudged me with her foot. "Do you want to go lay down with me on the couch?"
I nodded as I pushed myself up onto my hands. Olivia led me to the living room and pointed towards the sofa. "You're allowed up there for right now. I'll be in soon." With that, she turned around and walked back into the kitchen.
It was barely six o'clock and I was already tired. I yawned as I stretched out on the couch. The now familiar sound of my diaper crinkling was soothing. I hugged my new bunny as I curled up into a ball and waited for Olivia to come back into the living room.
What is she doing? I thought as I laid there. But I didn't have to wonder for long.
Olivia came back and sat down near my head. She tapped her leg. "Come here. Lay down."
I dropped my head on her thigh and basked in the glow of her smile as she looked down at me.
"Have I told you how cute you are yet?" she asked.
I giggled. "I don't mind hearing you say it."
"I brought you something." Olivia held up a bottle she'd been keeping out of sight. "I hope you're thirsty."
My tummy tightened as I looked up at the bottle, full of milky white liquid. In truth, I was still far too full from all of the baby food. But I wasn't going to say no to Olivia. And I'd been thinking about drinking from a bottle all day. I rolled onto my back and opened my mouth as I looked up at my Mommy.
The nipple dropped to my lips. And as I started suckling, Olivia smiled. With each pull, warm formula flowed into my mouth. As soon as I relaxed, bubbles filtered up through the bottle, making a squeaky noise in the process. I held the first sip of formula in my mouth for a moment, trying to decide if I liked the taste of it or not. It was almost like milk, but slightly sweeter. When I swallowed the warm liquid, I decided it wasn't too bad.
Olivia turned on the TV while I drank. I curled my legs in and hugged my bunny, listening to the TV while I sucked down the formula. As I watched the bubbles in the bottle, my eyes grew heavy. I closed them for just a moment to give them a rest. At least, that's what I told myself.
When I opened my eyes again, the bottle was on the coffee table. Only a couple of ounces remained inside. It felt like only seconds had past, but when I looked at the clock under the TV, I realized I'd been asleep for hours.
"Have a good nap?" Olivia asked me when she noticed I was awake.
I stretched out on the couch as I nodded. "Sorry I fell asleep."
"You don't need to apologize. You've had a long day. I'm not surprised you're tired."
Long day. I thought back to everything that happened since I'd woken up this morning to wet sheets. In a little over twelve hours, I'd gone from an adult living on my own, to a diaper wearing, bottle drinking baby. And I was happy with it all.
As if to prove it to myself, I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my bladder empty. This time I didn't force anything. I just let nature take its course. As the warmth trickled out into my diaper, I sighed softly. The feeling of peeing like this just felt right. When I finished up, I smiled to myself and squeezed my thighs together, relishing the feeling of the wet diaper between them.
"Want to go to bed?" Olivia asked as she played with one of my pigtails. "You still look tired."
A wave of sleepiness rolled over me as soon as she mentioned it. With a bit of reluctance, I nodded. I wanted to stay up with her, but at the same time, I knew I was ready to go to sleep.
Olivia lifted my head off her leg, then stood up and walked towards the stairs. She motioned for me to follow, and I rolled off the couch so I could crawl after her. With my bunny by the ears, I made it to the stairs. Olivia waved me ahead, then took out her phone, ready to take more pictures of me.
I shook my head but kept a smile on my face as I started up the stairs. Going up was much easier than going down, and once I was halfway up, I heard Olivia's phone click rapidly.
I waited for her at the top of the stairs. Then I followed her back into the nursery. I eyed the crib warily, wondering if that was where I'd be spending the night, but Olivia didn't make a move towards the baby bed. Instead, she walked into the closet. When she came back out, she was holding a pink footed sleeper with bunnies for feet.
"Let's get you changed," she said as she walked over to me.
I laid down on the floor and waited patiently as Olivia pulled the skirt down my legs. She unsnapped my onesie and had me sit up before pulling it over my head. And as I sat on the floor, naked except for my diaper, she reached between my legs, running a finger across the plastic.
"When did you pee?" she asked as she raised an eyebrow. "I checked you less than an hour ago."
I shrugged shyly. "When I woke up. I had to go..."
Olivia smiled at me, then pointed towards the changing table. "Hop on up. I don't want you going to bed wet."
As I climbed up onto the table, Olivia walked back into the closet. She came out with a diaper in her hand, different than the Snuggies I'd been wearing all day.
"What's that?" I asked as I eyed the light pink diaper.
She held up the diaper. Kitties played across the glossy front panel. "This is a DC Amor. They are thicker than Snuggies. They make a good night time diaper."
DC Amor. Not the cutest name. But the diaper is really pretty.
Before Olivia started to change me, her phone came out. I blushed fiercely as she stood at the foot of the changing table, taking multiple shots of me in my wet diaper.
"Why do you keep taking pictures?" I asked nervously. "What are you going to do with them?"
She just smiled as she tucked the phone back into a small pocket on her dress. "You'll see soon enough." She tapped my inner thigh. "Let's get you changed."
Two minutes later and the sweet smell of baby powder drifted all around me. My new diaper was secure, and when I squeezed my thighs together, I could tell immediately that the pink cuteness between my legs was thicker than the Snuggies. And while I slipped my hands across the smooth plastic front of my new diaper, Olivia took a few more pictures before helping me down to the floor.
"Time to get ready for beddie bye," she said as she unzipped the pink sleeper. "You'll be so nice and warm in this. I'm actually a little jealous."
"You could wear one too," I suggested. "We could be twins."
Olivia chuckled as she shook her head. "No, I think I'll keep being the Mommy. Now lift up those feet so I can get you nice and warm."
The footed sleeper felt weird. As soon as my feet slipped into the attached booties, it just felt
off. I didn't even wear socks if I didn't have to, but now they were attached to the fleece jumper I was wiggling into. With my feet in the air, I could see the black button eyes of the bunnies on my feet staring back at me.
"Butt up," she said. "Half way there."
I lifted my diapered rear off the ground so she could slide the jammies upwards. After that, she had me sit up, and she stuffed my arms into the proper holes before pushing me back towards the ground. With the sleeper in place, Olivia grabbed the zipper at my crotch and pulled it up to my neck. The fleece closed around me, sealing me into the childish pajamas.
"Just one more thing," Olivia said before reaching for something out of sight. "Can't forget about this."
When she turned back around, I saw my pacifier in her hand. She clipped it to the neck of my sleeper, then pushed the latex nipple into my mouth. As I sucked the nipple in, Olivia smiled and ran her hands down my sides.
"So cute..."
I fed into Olivia's desire. I reached for my bunny and pulled it to my chest, squeezing the stuffie in my arms. I smiled from behind my pacifier and tilted my head to one side as I giggled. My feet kicked at the air and my diaper crinkled. I was her baby and I was ready to act the part.
A dozen photos later and Olivia led me out of the nursery. On my hands and knees, with a paci in my mouth and a bunny in my hand, I followed her into her bedroom. And for the first time since I'd been in her house, I found myself in a completely adult room.
There were no toys. No baby furniture. The walls were almond colored and the bedroom set was a light chestnut. The king sized bed had dark red silk sheets. The pillowcases were a shimmering black. When I looked under the bed, I didn't find any toy buckets hidden away. And when Olivia opened her closet door, there were no onesies or diapers inside.
Mommy's room, I thought as I sat by the bed, waiting for Olivia. Why do I feel like I don't belong in here?
"Hop on up," she said as she tapped on the mattress. "I'll be there in a minute."
As soon as my head touched down on one of the memory foam pillows, my eyes started to close. I didn't realize how tired I was until now. But when Olivia walked out of her closet, my eyes opened right back up.
I looked at her curiously. And if I didn't already have a pacifier in my mouth, I would have slapped a hand across my face to keep from laughing. Because standing in the doorway of her closet was Olivia, dressed in a cute, and childish, PJ set.
"Really? Carebears?" I said as she walked towards the bed.
Olivia shrugged as she climbed into the bed with me. "I can't like cute things?"
Her serious face conflicted visually with the blue and white pajamas she had on. Grumpy bear frowned at me from her shirt and multiple versions of the same blue bear dotted her pants. On any other girl our age, I wouldn't have batted an eye. Throwback styles were what was in fashion. But on Olivia, and after today, it just felt off.
Not that I didn't like what I saw. I'd only been half joking back in the nursery about being twins.
Olivia held her arms open, and I eagerly crawled next to her. With me on my side, arm draped over Olivia's middle and my head in the crook of her arm, I smiled. And when Olivia kissed me on the forehead, my whole body felt warm. I couldn't imagine another place I'd rather be.
"Still sleepy?" Olivia asked me as she rubbed my back.
I yawned as I answered. My eyelids were growing heavier by the second. "Just a little."
Olivia held me tighter, then turned on the TV, making sure to keep the volume low.
"You have sweet dreams baby girl. Mommy will keep you close."
My eyes closed and sleep began to take me. But before I passed out completely, I squeezed Olivia tight. "I think I'm falling for you."
Olivia kissed me on the forehead. Then she whispered the last words I'd remember before falling to sleep.
"I think I've already fallen."
Chapter Twelve
My dreams all followed a single theme that night. In every one, Olivia was with me, making sure I was happy as I stayed close to her side. She kept me fed. She checked my diaper. And when I was wet enough, she'd change me, which led to more adult oriented enjoyment.
I woke up three times during the night that I could remember. The first time my eyes snapped open, I panicked. I couldn't remember where I was, and with Olivia hugging me in her sleep, I felt like something was out to get me. But as soon as I moved, I heard the telltale crinkle of my diaper and I remembered where I was. As soon as I popped my pacifier back in, I drifted back to sleep.
I woke up the second time to the feeling of Olivia's fingers gliding over my breasts. My sleeper was zipped down to my tummy and her hand was under the fleece, touching me gently in the dark. Stuck between sleep and waking, I just sighed as she twiddled my nipple. But nothing else happened before dreams claimed me again.
When I woke up for the last time in the night, I'd been dreaming of how good it felt to wet myself. With my head foggy and sleep clawing at me, I barely registered the need to pee. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs a little, then sighed behind my pacifier as warm wetness spread through my diaper. As soon as I finished, I rolled back to my side and wrapped Olivia's arm around me. My wet diaper bunched between my legs as I drifted back to sleep.
When I finally woke up in the morning, I found myself in an empty bed. I rubbed my eyes as I looked around the room, wondering where Olivia had gone. Why hadn't she woke me up? And what time was it anyways?
I dropped my head back to the pillow and hugged my bunny tight as I stared up at the ceiling. I could taste the staleness of my breath, and my diaper was anything but warm now. I felt dirty and sweaty inside of the sleeper, and a bit uncomfortable lying in Olivia's room alone.
"Mommy?" I called out, hoping for an answer. When none came, I tried again, louder this time. "Mommy?!"
I heard footsteps in the hall. A moment later, Olivia walked into the room with a bottle in her hand and a smile on her face. "Well good morning sleepyhead. You've been sleeping for nearly ten hours now."
I stretched as Olivia climbed back into bed with me, still wearing her Carebear pajamas. She sidled up next to me, and brushed a stray strand of hair from my face that had come loose during the night.
"Thirsty?" she asked as she shook the bottle in front of me.
I smacked my lips together, feeling the dryness that ran all the way to the back of my throat. I slid into Olivia's arms as I nodded. And when the nipple slid between my lips, I drank eagerly, savoring the taste of the formula.
"That's my good girl," she said as she held the bottle to my lips. "Finish it all up, then we'll get you in the bath. We'll get you nice and clean."
Her hand slid between my legs, pressing against my diaper. "Yeah, you could use a bath. You're pretty wet."
I blushed but kept on drinking. And as Olivia pressed her hand between my legs, I relaxed, letting my morning pee slip into the diaper. I felt the padding swell as the wetness between my legs warmed back up. And from the look on Olivia's face, she could feel the temperature change. She smiled at me as she shook her head from side to side.
"Naughty little baby."
The nipple squeaked as I sucked down air. With the bottle empty, Olivia pulled it from my lips and placed it on the nightstand. She slid out of bed, then reached out for me, helping me off the mattress. I stood on my feet for less than a second before I dropped myself to the ground, getting into my now familiar position on my hands and knees.
I followed Olivia into the bathroom. She started drawing water for a bath, and while she held her hand under the stream to check the temperature, I stared at the huge Jacuzzi tub. My apartment didn't even have a bathtub. Just a small, dimly lit shower. But this bathtub... It was huge.
Olivia closed the drain once the water was warm enough. "Lay down. Let's get you undressed."
I could feel the coolness of the tile on my back even through the fleece sleeper. And when Olivia peeled it off me, leaving me in nothing but my wet diaper, I shivered u
ncontrollably on the cold bathroom floor. Maybe it was because of my shaking that Olivia stood up and held her hands out for me. Maybe not. Either way, I took her hands and let her help me to my feet.
I felt a little weird to be standing. Then I felt a little weird for feeling weird about standing. And as Olivia pulled at the tapes of my sagging diaper, more nervous energy gathered in my gut. I blushed when the heavy diaper dropped away from me, nearly hitting the floor.
"That's a lot of pee," Olivia commented as she rolled the diaper into a ball. She pointed towards the sink. "There is an extra toothbrush in the cabinet. Toothpaste is in the drawer."
I walked to the sink, and as I took out the toothbrush, I looked at myself in the mirror. I still had pigtails, but without the diaper, or any other clothes on, I felt like an adult for the first time in nearly two days. Not a confident adult, but not a baby either. And as I brushed my teeth, I hummed to myself, happy to know that being Olivia's baby girl wasn't a permanent change in me. I could still be a grown-up when I needed to be.
That's how I felt until Olivia walked back into the room carrying a small tote of bath toys. When she dumped the toys into the tub, that feeling of being older faded quickly. I watched rubber duckies bob to the surface of the water, twirling around in the current created by multiple water jets. Little toy boats and even a submarine were waiting for me in the bath.
"Hop in little girl. The sooner we get you clean, the sooner you can go play."
I sighed in delight as I sat down in the bathwater. It was the perfect temperature, not too hot, but not too cold. My skin tingled as it touched the water, and with the powerful Jacuzzi jets working, I felt like I was being massaged while I floated in the bath.
"Nice huh?" asked Olivia. "I really liked the kitchen and the bedroom sizes, but it was the tub that sold me on the house."
"Good choice," I said as I pulled the ribbons from my hair, then slipped the elastic bands from my pigtails. With my hair free, I sat back, dipping my head into the turbulent water. The sound of bubbles drowned out the rest of the world.
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