DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains crossdressing, diaper usage, inappropriate language, masturbation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you like it!
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My legs dangle above the floor, swinging uselessly back and forth trying to gain any sense of stability. If I point my feet straight down, I can just brush my toes past the carpeted floor below. Still, it’s only temporary, as my feet can only strain for so long.
I really hope mommy returns soon. It’s not my fault that all the cookies disappeared from the cookie jar! I was a good girl, just playing with my toys when mommy came in and got really cross with me.
That’s why I’m here now, locked in a bouncer, helpless to stop myself from bobbing up and down. Each tiny movement causes the elastic to move and sway. I fiddle with my little pink dress, which keeps getting all wrinkled in between me and the harness I’ve been strapped into. It’s supposed to be pretty and flowy, not all bunched up!
It’s completely unfair! Mommy says I have to stay in here until I tell the truth, but I already did! It wasn’t me! But she doesn’t believe me.
*GRUMBLE!*
Uh oh. I don’t think my tummy is feeling very good. After mommy got me into this thing, she brought me a whole tray of cookies, saying, “Since my baby says she hasn’t had any cookies all day, she must be hungry for a whole batch!”
I should’ve known it was a trap, but I had to scarf them all down, just to prove I wasn’t lying! Now I have 24...I mean 12 cookies in my tummy and it’s jumping more than I am. I mean, yeah I could’ve just had one, but mommy brought the whole tray over, so she must’ve wanted me to eat all of them!
The cookies were also followed up with a big bottle of milk, which tasted a bit funny. Mommy knows I’m lactose intolerant, so I always get soy milk, or breast milk if I’ve been a particularly good baby, which I always am! But this tasted like real milk...but that couldn’t be true because mommy would’ve remembered that my tummy doesn’t do well with real milk!
Maybe I can get a little pressure out. I’ll just...lean a little bit...and…
*PFFFFF!*
Ahhhh! That’s much better. The reprieve won’t be long, but it’ll help me survive until mommy comes back.
It’s just...now I have a new problem. I really need to tinkle. I asked mommy, like a good girl, if I could go before she put me in the bouncer, but the meany-head didn’t let me. So now I REALLY have to go.
I cross my legs over and over again, trying to force my bladder into submission. But the feeling is just so strong. I want to relieve myself, but I haven’t had an accident in almost a week and I’m about to graduate to pull-ups! I have to hold it!
“Mommy! I hafta go potty!”
I listen for a response, footsteps, anything. But, as far as I can tell, I might as well have been screaming from the moon. No one could hear me.
I start to whine, as my wiggling increases. I’m at my limit and I know it. My bladder is aching to be released. I haven’t had to go this bad in so long. And mommy knows what happens when I have to go really badly.
I can feel it happening. My naughty bits are starting to get pointy. My boy pussy gets so sensitive when I have to go peepee and I just can’t help it.
Mommy usually keeps me caged up. She says she doesn’t think babies like me shouldn’t get to make creamies until they really earn them. So it was super weird that mommy removed my little pink cage and taped me up double thick in two plushie diapers before putting me in the bouncer. I don’t even remember the last time she let me out, so of course my little jumble is getting hard in the soft, cozy padding.
I feel so conflicted. I want to grind and swing back and forth while pressing down on my diaper front until I make naughty sissy cummies for mommy. But I also want to show that I’m a good baby who doesn’t use her diapers for such lewd things.
*PFFFFBLURCH!*
I gasp! I didn’t even feel that fart coming...and I don’t think it was just a fart. I reach my hand and press on my diapered booty. It’s hard to tell, but I think it feels a bit squishier than it did before.
I-It was just a little accident! Mommy shouldn’t keep me in diapers for that! I held back from going more, didn’t I?
AHHH! My bladder feels like it just got punched. I feel even harder now. I feel so helpless and small. I have no chance of escape. I’m just a widdle baby girl after all.
Maybe I should just let out a little bit of pee...just to decrease the pressure a little. I’m sure mommy will understand when I explain it to her. She’s the one who left me in here anyway.
But maybe this is a test. Maybe mommy’s just on the other side of the door, waiting for me to give in and use my diapers. I won’t fall for your tricks this time, mommy!
Orrrrrr...double maybe! She wants me to think this is a test so that I punish myself by holding it in and-
*psssssssssss…*
I didn’t even feel it starting. If I hadn’t heard the trickling sound coming from inside my pampers, there’s no telling how long it would’ve taken me to notice. Of all the times I’d wet my diapers, I’d never truly been able to wet myself unintentionally. Yeah, I’d wet myself out of desperation before, but it had never just started on its own like this.
My heart feels like it was going at a thousand beats per minute. So many emotions are filling my head all at once and I don’t know what to do. I bring my hands down and feel the warmth spill into the outermost layer of diapers. My hands don’t stay long, though, as what felt like an electric shock started from the tip of my little buddy and stretched out across my entire body. My heart skips a beat from such a pleasurable sensation.
I know I should resist, but I just can’t anymore. I have to feel that again!
My hands shoot back to my squishy disposable nappy and begin kneading the urine soaked wadding all over my hypersensative clitty. I rub so fast and so hard and I can’t stop myself even if I wanted to! Essentially, I’ve lost all control of my body.
That’s when the door opens. Standing in the doorway with a wicked smirk is my mommy. My face reddens with embarrassment at the obscene show that I’m putting on for her. I want to stop and prove that I was a big girl who could contain herself, but my body won’t let me. I am no more than a passenger in my own skin, unable to focus on anything but the rich euphoria coursing through my body.
“My my, what a naughty little baby you are. You just can’t help yourself can you,” says mommy walking up to her bound baby. She licks her lips and breathes softly into my ear, sending chills down my spine and ramping up my arousal. “Don’t you worry baby, that’s just how I want you. It’s why I spiked your milk with loads of aphrodisiacs.”
Before I can say anything, mommy plants a big pacifier in my mouth and ties it around my head. How could mommy do this to me? I’m supposed to be learning to be a good girl. It’s like she wants to be a naughty little sissy.
“Oh, and that milk was the real stuff. That’s all you’ll be drinking from now on. I’m tired of trying to raise you to be a big girl when all you do is misbehave. So from now on you’re gonna be mommy’s little infant. Useless to the world and unable to do anything more than pee, poop and make stickies in your thick nappies.”
I can’t believe my ears. Mommy doesn’t want me to grow up? Mommy just wants a perverted sissy baby?! It’s like a dream and a nightmare to me all at once. I don’t know if I want this.
“Bub momby, i’s a goob girl! I’s no a baby!” I say around the paci, hoping that mommy will reconsider. But...what’s going on? Why is mommy laughing at me?
“Awww! My widdle sissy baby thinks she’s a big girl. Tell you what, if you don’t make any silly sissy creamies before I finish getting your lunch ready, I’ll cage you back up and give you another chance at being a big girl. However, if you lose, you will say bye bye to any chance at being a big girl ever again AND you get to stay in that bouncer for the rest of the day..”
Sweat drips down my face. I nod in agreement to her deal.
Once again, I’m left alone in the nursery. I just need to stop my hands and everything will be o-
*BLLOOOOOORRRRRCCCHHHHH!*
I scream in fear and pleasure as my bowels evacuate my body with no warning. I feel my grip on reality loosen with each passing wave of molten, brown muck. The waste in my nappies ripples and squashes with each movement of the bouncer.
My hands, which never left my nappies in the first place, rub even more furiously and relentlessly than before. I clench my teeth, hitting the point of no return.
The pleasure mounts and mounts until my boy pussy finally goes pew pew, over and over again. I didn’t even last 30 seconds after mommy left. I smile and moan into my pacifier, as my butt continues to fill the seat of my pants until finally the pressure in my tummy comes to an end. I ease my shoulders back, happy to finally relieve myself in more ways than one. I’ll be stuck in this stupid bouncer the rest of the day, but at least...wait. Where are my hands still mushing? And why is that feeling coming back?!
My hips gyrate back and forth, which only serves to mash the poopoo around, scooting much of it towards the front and coating my penis in a wealth of icky mud.
What’s happening to me?! Why won’t I stoooOOPP!!!
I yell into my dummy as a cummy a second time, then a third. By the time I hit double digits, I’d lost count.
I feel the front of my diaper, which is sopping with sissy stickies. A mixture of fluids drips out of my well-used pampers, running down my legs and staining my pretty knee socks.
I feel so exhausted. My arms doop to my sides and my eyes flicker shut, as I fall asleep. My final coherent thoughts are about what mommy has in store for me next. My descent into sissy babyhood is only just beginning.
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