A Curious Baby Girl

by Sabante, Cindel

  Olivia pulled me back up. She sat on one of the tiled steps next to the tub, and as soon as I was upright, she popped the top on a bottle of baby shampoo. I felt the cold soap drip onto my head before Olivia's fingers worked it into my hair. The smell of the shampoo made me flash back to my childhood. It was the same shampoo I'd used when I was growing up.

  "What are we doing today?" I asked.

  Olivia ran her fingers through my hair, making sure the shampoo worked its way in properly.

  "What do you want to do today?" she responded. "We could stay in all day, or we could go out for a bit. Maybe see a movie or grab lunch?"

  Nervous energy stirred in my stomach at the thought of going back out into the world wearing a diaper, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to stay inside all day either. In the end, I decided to leave the decision up to Olivia.

  "A movie could be fun, but I'm okay staying here with you all day too. Whatever you choose Mommy."

  "We'll figure something out," she said. "But before we do anything, we need to get the soap out of your hair."

  She used an old plastic cup to rinse my hair. She poured it out over my head and refilled it six times before she was satisfied that all the shampoo had washed out. When she finished, my hair stuck to my forehead and cheeks, making me feel like a drowned rat.

  "I'm going to hop in the shower. You can stay in the bath and play with your toys until I'm done." She shook a finger at me. "No splashing."

  I promised to be good. But I couldn't keep that promise. Not because I wanted to splash water everywhere, but because of how Olivia made me feel when she was around.

  I'd already been turned on, just from her taking care of me. But when she stripped off her clothes and stood in front of the mirror smiling at herself while she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, it sent me over the edge. My hand slipped between my legs while I watched her, wondering the whole time how I'd been lucky enough to end up here.

  She didn't notice what I was doing thanks to all the bubbles from the water jets. And as soon as she climbed into the shower, I closed my eyes, picturing her in my mind. I thought about her naked. I pictured her in her cute pajamas. I imagined her holding me tight as her hand slid down my tummy, coming closer and closer to the happy spot between my legs.

  I remembered how she looked when her head was between my thighs yesterday. Those hungry, horny eyes glancing over my smooth mound as she licked me furiously. And as my fingers moved quicker over my clit, my thoughts shifted. I was between her legs now, and I could taste her on my tongue.

  But nothing was hotter to me than when she looked down at me as I laid on top of the changing table. There was just something about feeling so small and helpless. She was in complete control when I was lying there. And once she sealed me into a diaper, she kept that control for herself. When I was her baby, I didn't have to worry about anything. Mommy would take care of me.

  I let myself sink under the water as I came. My sighs drifted through the bath, suspended in little bubbles that popped on the surface. It was quick and a little naughty, but as pleasure washed through me, I had no regrets. I felt good.

  I couldn't see anything when I sat back up in the tub. Hair stuck to my face and water was in my eyes. I rubbed them vigorously as I listened to the hum of the Jacuzzi. I didn't notice that the shower had turned off.

  When I finally managed to focus my eyes, I jumped in the water when I saw Olivia standing next to the tub. With a towel around her body, she watched me with her arms crossed over her chest and a smirk on her lips.

  "And what we're we doing?" she asked. "I can't leave you alone for five minutes."

  I blushed as I hung my head. "It's your fault for turning me on so much."

  Olivia laughed. "You got me there. I guess I can't be mad at you for enjoying my company." She held a towel open for me. "Let's get you dressed. Maybe some clothes will keep your hands away from naughty places."

  I blushed again. Even as she talked down to me, my arousal stirred. And when she dried me off, I couldn't help but bite my lip as I tried to ignore the growing want for Olivia. I wanted to fall back into bed with her and press myself against her naked body. My orgasm in the bath wasn't enough to sate my desire. I craved her like I'd never craved anything before.

  I think I'm falling for you... My words from last night drifted through my head as I locked eyes with Olivia. I'd said them while straddling the line between wakefulness and sleep. But there were no lies within those words. I felt so different around her. I wanted to stay close. I wanted to follow her directions. I wanted to be with her and no one else.

  I think I'm falling for you...

  "What is it?" Olivia asked as she caught me staring.

  I shook my head nervously. I didn't want to tell her how I really felt. It was too soon.

  "Just happy," I said. "To be here with you."

  Olivia dropped the towel, then grabbed me around the waist, pulling me towards her before pressing her lips to mine. I sagged against her, letting her lead me as we locked lips. For a moment, I hoped she was taking me to the bed. But as soon as we stepped onto the carpet, she pulled away from me.

  "If you hadn't been a bad girl in the tub, this might have gone somewhere," Olivia said with a hint of sadness in her voice. "Your loss." She pointed towards the ground.

  When I reached my knees, smiled up at her as my hand shot out, slipping under her towel and sliding between her legs. "Not just my loss."

  Olivia took a second to react. My fingers lid across her lips, and I felt just how wet she was. But before I could slide inside of her, she pulled my hand away.

  "No," she said firmly. "I decide when we play together. I'm the one in charge, remember?"

  I shivered at her tone. I felt smaller with each word. Being in control was in Olivia's nature, and she couldn't let go of it for a second. But that only made me want her more. Because I was starting to realize that I craved being controlled. I needed a strong hand guiding me, and she was it.

  "Come on," she said as she walked out of the room, still in nothing but her towel. "Time to get you dressed."

  Just like that and we were back to being Mommy and baby girl. While I crawled behind her, I watched her perky ass cheeks poke out from below her towel as she walked. The sexy little jiggle had me craving her even more as we walked into the nursery, but there was nothing I could do about my growing arousal. As soon as I hopped up on the changing table, I'd be diapered up and sealed away.

  Knowing that I was denying myself the chance at pleasure, I climbed up onto the table when Olivia patted the wood. Even being told that I couldn't touch myself was a turn on. It was another layer of control and I craved all I could get.

  Olivia pulled one of the Snuggies diapers out from the shelf. After powdering me up, she slipped the diaper under me, then pulled it tight around my waist. Almost immediately, I felt younger. Calmer too. The nervousness and arousal fighting for dominance in my tummy faded away.

  I'm her baby. I like this so much.

  I sat on my diapered butt in the middle of the floor and waited for Olivia to pick out clothes for me.

  "So I think we'll go see a movie today," Olivia said from inside the closet. "Something child friendly of course."

  She walked back out holding a pink shirt and a pair of shortalls. She slipped the shirt over my head without a word. The baby tee hugged every inch of me, and I was surprised when I noticed there was no childish pictures on the shirt.

  "Lay down," she said as she readied the shortalls.

  I laid back and lifted my legs, letting her slip the denim shorts into place. They fit snugly around my waist, and I worried that the diaper I wore underneath would be plain as day to anyone looking in my direction. But I kept my mouth shut while Olivia adjusted the suspenders, making sure they were snug against my shoulders when she buttoned them to the bib.

  "Cute as always," she said as she stepped back to look at me. "Missing something though."

  With a snap of her fingers, Ol
ivia walked back into the closet. She came back out holding a pair of light pink socks. And when she slipped them onto my feet, I noticed the line of lace running around the ankles.

  She smiled at my completed outfit. "Perfect. We just need to fix up your hair and you'll be ready to go."

  Olivia adjusted the towel around her middle. She sighed. "But before I do your hair, I should probably get dressed myself."

  Olivia walked out of the room, leaving me behind. But before she disappeared down the hall, she smiled at me from the doorway. "Be a good girl for Mommy. I'll be right back."

  The door to the nursery closed. And from the other side of the door, I heard a click. I knew without even checking that she'd locked me in here. For a second I panicked, but only a second. There was no danger in this room. Everything was baby safe after all.

  I crawled over to the table in the corner and popped up onto my knees so I could look at all the coloring books strewn across the plastic top. With nothing else to do until Olivia came to get me, I grabbed a Carebear coloring book and flipped through the pages until I found Grumpy bear working on a cloud car. I smiled at the picture. It reminded me of Olivia's pajamas.

  I wasn't sure how long she left me locked in the nursery, but by the time Olivia came back with a brush in her hand, I'd finished the page with Grumpy bear and had moved on to Tenderheart in a raincoat. I was so focused on staying in the lines and making the picture look just right that I didn't even notice Olivia until she tapped me on the shoulder.

  I jumped in surprise. A light brown streak cut across the coloring page as my crayon went rogue.

  "You made me mess up!" I said as I turned around with a frown.

  Olivia laughed at me. "You do that so well. Your lower lip sticks out and everything when you make a pouty face."

  "It's not funny," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Hmmph!"

  Olivia sat down across from me, then tapped her lap. "Alright Grumpy, come here so Mommy can fix your hair."

  I slid over and turned around, letting Olivia run a brush through my hair. She pulled my scarlet locks into pigtails just like yesterday, and capped off the look with more pink ribbon. I shook my head when she was finished, sending my pigtails flying wildly.

  "How do I look?" I asked as I threw my hands up in the air.

  "You're the cutest little girl I've ever seen," said Olivia with a smile. "So cute that I think I want to take a picture."

  I smiled wide when she pulled out her phone, hamming it up for the camera.

  As Olivia slid the phone into her back pocket, she spun around in front of me. "And how does Mommy look today?"

  Olivia looked good. Really good. Dressed in a pink and blue checkered button-up with a lacy white tank top underneath, a pair of skin tight low rise jeans, and simple black sandals, she reminded me of the girl next door. Combined with light make-up and a simple high ponytail, she cut a very different figure than yesterday.

  "I think you look really sexy," I said as I looked up at her. "I like it a lot."

  "Well, let's get you fed so we can get going," said Olivia as she made her way to the door. "We need to make a stop before we go to the movies."

  Two minutes later and I was back in the high chair. This time Bell in her yellow dress hung from my neck, and after yesterday, Olivia only popped the lid on three jars of baby food. I ate every last spoonful. And to keep me quiet while she fixed herself breakfast, Olivia poured Cheerios across my tray, then made me another bottle of formula.

  I ate the Cheerios with my fingers, scooping up a few at a time before popping them into my mouth. After a few bites of the dry oats, I'd wash it all down with a swig from my bottle, taking an ounce at a time before putting it back down on the tray. When Olivia finished her food and came to check up on me, I'd already cleared my tray and drained the bottle.

  More pictures. Then she let me down. And instead of having me crawl around, Olivia held my hand, walking me to the front door. Before she opened the door, Olivia reached into one of the shopping bags from yesterday. She pulled out the Hello Kitty pacifier and pushed it into my mouth.

  "For when we're out," she said as she tapped the button.

  I pulled the paci out and looked at Olivia. "Only in the car right?"

  She shook her head, then took the pacifier from me. As my nerves built up, she pulled a small pocket on the front bib of my shortalls open. It fit the pacifier perfectly. "That way you'll always have it with you. You never know when you might need it."

  A paci pocket. I thought as I slipped my fingers inside to get the pacifier back out. Just another little reminder.

  Once the pacifier was back between my lips, Olivia opened the door. And as we stepped outside into the morning light, I didn't even think about the fact that I was wearing a diaper under my clothes. Or that I was sucking on a pacifier out in the open for anyone to see. Because as long as Olivia held my hand and told me what a good girl I was being, I would have done anything she asked.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Two hours after we left the house, we were taking our seats at a local theater. A few other people were scattered through the seats, but no one was really close to me and Olivia, and that made me pretty happy. I didn't want anyone else interfering with my Mommy time.

  We were there to see the latest animated movie, which is something I would have never gone to see by myself. But now that I was Olivia's baby, it seemed fitting and I found myself genuinely excited for the movie to start.

  I was also pretty excited about my new shoes. I'd worn sandals yesterday and Olivia didn't have any real shoes that would fit me. So on the way to the movies, we stopped at a shoe store. Now I was the proud owner of a pair of princess themed light up sneakers. Every time I bounced my foot on the ground, a small lightshow exploded from the sides of my feet.

  "Quit fidgeting," Olivia said as she dropped her hand on my thigh. "You're shaking the seats."

  "Sorry," I replied even though I didn't really mean it. "I'm bored."

  Olivia reached into my bib pocket and pulled out my pacifier. Before I could stop her, she pressed it to my lips. "Now you have something to do."

  I spit the pacifier back out before anyone could see me. "Not in public!"

  Olivia sighed as she took the pacifier and put it back in my mouth. "No one can see you. And once the movie starts, it'll be so dark in here it won't matter anyways."

  I pouted in my seat, but it was all for show. Because even as I worried about someone looking over and catching me with a pacifier in my mouth, part of me was nervously excited about being forced to use my paci out in the open like this. It was embarrassing, but that's what made it fun.

  As the previews started, my body let me know it was time to go. I slouched down in my seat as I spread my legs. And as I watched the first trailer, I relaxed, soaking my diaper as I sucked on my pacifier. I was a baby. Babies used their diapers. That's what I kept telling myself every time shame began to build up within me.

  Thirty minutes into the movie, I popped out my pacifier and pulled on Olivia's arm.

  "I'm thirsty," I whispered. "Can I have some of your soda?"

  Olivia passed her soda to me, but before she let it go, she warned me not to drink too much.

  I don't know why, but her warning sparked something inside of me. I wrapped my lips around the straw and drank deeply from the extra large movie cup. I sucked down soda until my stomach hurt. I wanted to be naughty. And when I passed the cup back to Olivia, I watched to see if she would react. But she didn't do anything.

  I slumped back into my seat and stuffed the pacifier into my mouth. For the rest of the movie I sat restlessly. The movie was okay, but I didn't want to be stuck in a theatre at that moment. I wanted to be somewhere where the attention was on me. I wanted Olivia to notice what a good girl I was being for her.

  The only time she showed the slightest attention to me was half way through the movie. Her hand slid between my legs without a word as she checked to see if I was wet. And when she foun
d the squish between my thighs, I saw a small smile curl the edges of her mouth.

  I'm a good girl.

  I was glad when the movie ended. Olivia took my hand, and just the feeling of her leading me around was enough to set off a cascade of desire. The feeling of my wet diaper as it rubbed against my legs added to the feeling. And the knowledge that my pacifier was hidden away in my pocket, ready to be pulled out at any time stoked the fire within me.

  "I have to pee," Olivia said as she dragged me towards the restrooms. She pulled me over to the couch by the sink and sat me down. "Wait here for me okay Lexi?"

  "Okay Mommy."

  Olivia jumped into the line for the stalls. I smiled to myself when I realized I didn't need to wait to use a toilet anymore. And as I had the thought, I felt the need to pee again. All the soda I'd drank earlier had made its return. I didn't mind though. I just relaxed and let it flow, smiling to myself as my diaper swelled.

  I'm a good girl.

  It took ten minutes for Olivia to make it back to me. After washing up, she took me by the hand and we left the theatre. I was all smiles as we walked through the parking lot.

  Then I heard a little girl behind me.

  "Mommy, did she pee her pants?"

  Olivia heard the little girl too. We both turned our heads to see a four year old pointing at me as she looked up at her mother. My mouth fell open and my cheeks turned as red as my hair. My hands flew to my ass as I searched for whatever the little girl was pointing at.

  I found the wet spots immediately. Two half circles stretched across the back of my shortalls, nearly touching. My eyes started to water. Everything became very real at that moment.

  Olivia squeezed my hand. "Just keep walking. We'll be at the car soon."

  I couldn't believe what I'd done. I'd been so happy to wet myself inside as long as no one knew what I was doing. But now that I'd been caught, all that shame I'd been keeping at bay came rushing up, filling me as my humiliation grew.

  I'm not a baby! What the hell am I doing? Why was I enjoying this?

  I pulled my hand out of Olivia's grip, then folded my arms across my chest. My stomach ached as we continued walking. The little girl behind us was still talking about me, and every time I heard her tiny voice, another part of me died. I was glad when she stopped at a minivan, freeing me from her mocking.