Part 1—
I rolled around in bed, half awake, half dreaming, anxious at the weekend to come. I'd played the role of a baby before—a few hours at a time, spending a night in a diaper, but this was different. Sure it had been my idea, and sure it was a personal fantasy, but as rolled around in bed I wondered if the full weekend would be more than I bargained for. “Just don't over-rationalize and try to go with the flow, you'll be fine...” I told myself, something in my brain telling me that babies don't use terms like over-rationalize and that if I keep thinking that way, I was just going to get myself in trouble. I glanced through the bars of the crib over at the clock on the dresser, burning red numbers telling me that it was after 3 A.M. “It's all going to be ok...” I told myself, one last time before I drifted off to sleep.
9 A.M. came early, but nevertheless, by the time it had I was so wrapped up in whatever odd dream I was having that I had already completely forgotten about the weekend ahead of me. It was a soft touch and a softer voice that first roused me, Mommy's familiar voice. “It's time to wake up sweetie, you've got a big couple days ahead of you.” she cooed, gently touching my shoulder. I, however, was having none of it—I still wanted to see if the evil spaceman was going to succeed in his plot to steal the magic bubblegum from the local dinosaurs—no one ever said dreams had to make sense. The visible effect was a rather grumpy me rolling away from Mommy's touch and muttering something about coming back in an hour, which evidently was not the reaction she was looking for. With a strong grip, she pulled me back over onto my back, still smiling down at me with a tiny glint of sadistic anticipation in her eye. “Awww, is baby grumpy this morning? Well, we're just going to get you dressed and fed and see if that helps any, doesn't that sound nice?” As I blearily opened my eyes, looking up at her grinning face, my predicament for the weekend slowly sunk back in along with the realization that I'd gotten off to a bad start.
With a click, she'd lowered the bars of the crib, leaving me once again to my devices as she busied herself around the changing table that sat in the corner of the room. As I sat on the edge of the crib rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I caught a glimpse of a large pink blur hanging in the open armoire, more than likely my designated outfit for the day, as if she could make this easy on me. “Ok baby, I'm ready for you...” her sweet voice tore my attention away from the pink nightmare hanging in the dresser and back to her as she was patting the top of the changing table. I let out a soft sigh and gave myself an encouraging “Here we go...” before hopping down off the side of the crib and starting the dead-man stroll across the room to the table. My melodramatic gesture was cut short, however, by the loud sound of Mommy clearing her throat and a piercing stare. “Now sweetie, babies don't walk, they crawl, would you like to try again?” The blood had drained out of my face by the time I'd reached my hands and knees and I was mentally kicking myself—it'd been five minutes and I was already 0 for 2. I made my way crawling across the floor, my knees already stinging a bit from the carpet, before sitting back and looking up at Mommy, that piercing 'you've done something wrong' look already replaced by a big smile.
I wriggled my butt on the rubber changing table—no matter how many times we did this, it never quite felt right. Part of its charm, I suppose, but it never failed to make me feel just a bit vulnerable. She stripped off the boxers she'd been so kind to let me sleep in before smiling and giving my already twitching cock a tickle. I just wrinkled my nose, blushing and looking away—I already felt vulnerable enough this this position, and this wasn't helping the situation. “Awww, what's a matter, is the little baby girl embawessed?” she chided sarcastically, getting a good chuckle at my expense before being rewarded with an angry scowl from my end. “Oh, well that's not a very pretty face, now is it sweetie? What do you say I give you something to really scowl about, mmmm?” Distressed, I shook my head, scrunching my face into an adorable pout, mustering up a good dose of sweetness. “No Mommy, I'ww be good, I pwomise!” It was an empty promise, and she and I both knew it, I was just hoping it would get the job done.
“Well, I don't know baby... Be a good girl for Mommy and we'll see. Now go ahead and lift your lil bottom up for me like a good girl.” At this point, I didn't really have an option, I was already in the hole 0 for 3 and I needed to get back onto her good side, so with a grunt and some effort, I rolled back, bringing my hips and butt off the soft rubber of the table. “There's my good girl, now, keep it up there and close your eyes for Mommy.” Close my eyes? Here was a red flag if ever I'd seen one, but by this point I was out of options and I obediently pressed my eyes closed. The sound of a latex glove snapping home only confirmed my fears that this was going nowhere good and when a cold, lubricated finger found my rear opening, I couldn't help but jump. “Mommy! What are you do-” is all I got out before she cut me off. “Shhh baby, just relax. I'd hate to have to get out the pacifier this early because you didn't want to be a good girl.” That was enough to shut me up—the idea of having my mouth filled with the rubber of an oversized pacifier for any significant period of time outweighed the invasiveness of the finger that was still massaging my ass. When she finally withdrew her finger, I let out a sigh of relief that was cut tragically short as the finger quickly returned, this time pressing something small deep into my ass. I couldn't control myself this time, opening my eyes wildly, hoping that she wasn't doing what I thought she was doing. The angry look I got for opening my eyes was enough to make me quickly close them, but not before I caught a glimpse of the open jar of suppositories at the edge of the table. “Now baby, I was going to be gentle about this, but you can't seem to stop being naught this morning... I'm really not in the mood to change you today, nor am I in the mood for a smelly baby, so I came up with a plan...” With that, I felt something much bigger being forced into my tight back passage, with none of the gentleness of before. I tried to relax, but by the time she'd manage to drive the plug home, I was wriggling and squealing on the changing table. “There, all plugged up. Now, on the bright side, I don't have to worry about you making a mess today. On the down side, that lil suppository has no where to go now, so you're going to get quite the cramps, now won't you? Probably should have though about that before you decided to be naughty this morning.”
Filled and plugged, I made sure I kept my lil butt off the table for the rest of the procedure, trying to be a good little girl and avoid any more of what was an obviously sadistic mood that Mommy was in. She coated my crotch in a fine layer of baby powder before slipping a rather thick disposable diaper under my hips. I really hated thicker diapers—the bulk between my legs just felt invasive and wrong, they made me waddle funny when I tried to walk, and they're a lot harder to ignore. At this point, however, I was just trying to get through this without bursting into tears. She gently pushed my legs back down and pulled the thick garment between my legs before fastening the tapes tightly around my waist. She was brandishing a pair of heavily ruffled pink plastic rhumba panties when a look of inspiration crossed her face. “Oh, I almost forgot! I didn't want my little baby girl to be bored today, so I did something special for you!” With that, she slipped her hand down the back of the bulky diaper and fiddled with the plug still seated in my ass, which in response began to vibrate quite ambitiously. “Aren't I just this nicest Mommy ever?” she cooed, a beaming smile on her face as she yanked the plastic diaper cover up my legs and over the diaper. Patting the front of my heavily padded crotch and smiling, she bade my hop down from the table as she made her way over to the dresser. As I slowly lowered myself down from the changing table, the crinkling of the diaper, the thickness between my legs, and the buzzing in my ass was just about driving me insane—I wasn't sure how I was going to survive an hour of this, let alone a full weekend. Mommy was, however, just getting started, and the oppressive diaper was nearly wiped from my mind when I saw the outfit she had selected for me.
“Isn't it just the cutest!” Mommy sung as she held forth an abomination of pink satin, literally dripping with pink and white lace. With over-puffed short sleeves and row upon row of ruffles along the hem, it's hard to believe that any living soul would voluntarily even touch the sissy horror show, let alone wear it. In her other hand, she held a pair of obviously stiff petticoats, which would all but guarantee that the hideous dress would stand nearly straight out from my waist. “Come here baby, lets get you all dressed up!” Every word was virtually dripping with a sadistic glee by this point—she knew she could hit me as hard as she wanted and not get a rise out of me, but I'd rather pull pins through my eyelids than wear that thing. I'd done this to myself, however, and I had no one else to blame as I sullenly lowered myself to my hands and knees and crawled across the floor to to her feet, looking up at her with a forlorn, pleading look. “Up you get so I can dress you baby...” came the reply—obviously my pouting needed work. I slowly rose to my feet as she stretched the lace petticoats out in front of me, slowly guiding me in, one leg at a time, before pulling them up around my waist. I cringed at the feel of the lace material, but I knew it was only going to get worse. I closed my eyes as she pulled the terrible thing over my head, guiding my arms into the sleeves, flattening the dress along the shelf of lace the petticoats provided. “Turn around and have a look baby, you're so adorable!” she said as she turned my toward the full length mirror on the wall, especially for these situations. The image I was greeted with made me turn about as pink as the dress I was wearing—I looked like an overgrown doll—no human being was meant to dress this way. The dress was already short as it was, and with the petticoats supporting it, it didn't even come close to my waist, revealing the bulky mass of the diaper and the frills of the rhumba panties for everyone to see. I turned back to Mommy, literally now close to tears but she just smiled and kissed my forehead. “Ok my little sissy baby, lets head out into the living room and you can watch some cartoons and play with your toys, then I can start getting your lunch ready... Oooo, won't that be fun?”
Even as I lowered myself back to my hands and knees and began crawling out toward the living room, I knew that with the grin she'd had on her face when she was mentioning lunch that no good could come from it. I was distracted, however, by the constant buzzing in my ass and the slow rumbling that was already starting in my belly. Combined with the sensory assault of the soft satin all over my body and the bulk between my legs from the thick diaper, one thing was clear. I had too much to be processing now to fret about what was coming next. Unfortunately, this was only the beginning, and it was only going to get worse from here...
Part 2—
Playtime seemed like less of a reprieve for me and more like prep time for Mommy and whatever she had planned next—she spent most of the next two hours in the kitchen, leaving me to wither in the living room to what might have been cute for someone else, but was torture for me. I'd originally plopped down in front of the couch where Mommy had thoughtfully set out a variety of appropriate toys—some blocks, a ring of plastic keys, a cute little doll in a pink dress to match mine. I found that the toys provided some welcome distraction from the real torture in the room—a copy of the first six episodes of Barny the Dinosaur on DVD. Five minutes in and I was already about to go crazy, it really is kind of impressive the everyday tortures that we put our children through—no wonder kids cry all the time. At first I just kind of tried to ignore it, banging the blocks together to try to drown out the painful sounds emanating from the television. When that failed I turned to chewing on the plastic keys and all I could really think was “So this is why babies are always sticking things in their mouths...”
By the end of the DVD, I'd already chewed through most of the keys, leaving only a pile of mangled plastic and was seriously contemplating starting to pull the limbs off the doll to assuage the pain, not only in my head from the insipid kids show, but from painful rumbling in my bowels and the constant buzzing deep in my diaper. It was lucky that Mommy came in when she did, or I was going to have a hard time explaining the pile of broken toys I'd left behind (not to mention why I'd started throwing blocks at the television), though as I'd find out shortly, I wasn't nearly as lucky as I thought. “Did my big baby have a fun playtime?” Mommy playfully inquired, a big smile on her face as she surveyed the liberally 'used' toys. All I could manage in response was a cold scowl as the last of those wretched episodes ended—at this point, I didn't really care what she did next, as long as I didn't have to sit there for another second. To my surprise, her cheery demeanor didn't change, even as she reached down to tap me on the nose. “Awww, still a little grumpy are we? I'm sure my big baby is just hungry, let's get you some din-dins sweetie.”
Mommy had me follow her into the kitchen (still crawling—babies don't walk after all, or so she said), helped me slip off the dress and my petticoats, and helped me up into my highchair. “I don't want my precious girl to get her pretty dress all messy now, do I?” came the reasoning. I really didn't mind—it was good to be free of the satin nightmare. Truth be told, I really wasn't that hungry, but I was more than happy to sit through a lunch of mac & cheese and peanut butter and jelly if it meant getting away from any more of her torments. I was starting to worry, however, as she took my hands and lovingly strapped on my pair of pink leather cuffs and clipped them to the waiting eye-bolts and lowered the pink highchair table into place, effectively trapping me in the chair. She finished by similarly securing my feet to the chair as well (in fairness to her, I am a kicker—safety first after all) before moving over to the kitchen counter, returning with a large tray—it's contents a large bowl, a pair of baby bottles, and a cute little baby spoon. “Now, I spent all morning making something extra special yummy, just for my extra special little girl.” Mommy cooed as she set the tray in front of me. As I looked down at the tray in front of me, however, I got the serious impression that she may just be lying to me...
As I looked down at the rather large bowl of dull green mush, I half expected a bubble or two of swamp gas to escape from it. I looked wildly up at Mommy, my mouth half open and my bottom lip quivering, desperately hoping that this was some kind of sick joke. One look at the horrified look put a large grin on Mommy's face as she reached for the spoon. “What's wrong baby, doesn't it look yummy? Not only is it super yummy, it's also super good for you!” She scooped up a little baby-sized bite and brought it to her lips, dumping the spoonful back into the bowl as she feigned taking a bite with a mock 'Mmmmm'. “See, Mommy likes it, so will you baby.” She scooped up another tiny portion from the oversized bowl and slowly brought it toward my lips. I'm not sure what reaction she expected, but there was only one I could manage—I sealed my lips and shook my head violently, inadvertently catching a glimpse of the several large empty jars of baby food sitting on the counter. “Come on sweetie, open up—you're not getting out of that chair until you finish the whole bowl so lets get to it.” The look on Mommy's face became increasingly stern the longer I held out, and eventually she just smeared the spoonful around my mouth—even the simple proximity of the foul smelling slop made my eyes begin to water. “Well, now you look more the part, but you're eating the rest sweetie, now, lets try again.” She brought another small spoonful to my lips before using her freehand to pinch my nose, the same stern look on her face. I held out as long as I could, but in the end I parted my lips to breath and she took the opening, forcing the spoonful into my mouth..
Nothing I've ever tasted had prepared me for the indescribable taste that overwhelmed my senses. Foul, vile, odious—no word I can imagine comes close to describing the taste of the slop. I gagged, I wretched, my eyes watered, I screwed up every bit of will that I had to endure the taste, but in the end, every bit of will that I had was not enough, and I did the one thing that I could think of. I spit the bit of mush back where it came from—all over the tray, the floor, and most horrifically, all over Mommy's face. To my astonishment, however, she didn't get mad, she just let out a sigh of exasperation and wiped off her face with a nearby towel before putting on a sweet smile and getting another spoonful. “Lets not have to make this difficult sweetie, be good for Mommy and eat up.” She brought the second spoonful to my green stained lips and again I resisted, this time shaking my head hard enough that I managed to knock the spoon out of her hand, sending it clattering to the floor in a green mess. Mommy let out another sigh, looking down at the mess on the floor before turning back to me, giving me a disappointed look that slowly shifted to a grin as she spoke. “Well, now your spoon is dirty, I don't know what I'm going to do with you.” She walked back over to the counter, rummaging around in the silverware drawer before she found what she was looking for. As she strolled back to her bound captive, I caught a look at the replacement spoon she'd fished from the drawer, and suddenly I missed the little spoon that I'd just knocked to the floor.
As she brandished the large metal serving spoon that she'd fished from the silverware drawer, she just shook her head and grinned. “Now see baby, I tried to do this the easy way, but you were having none of it. As I said, you're going to finish this whole bowl, and I'm going to see to it.” My first instinct here was to break down and cry, though I managed to suppress that—I did, however break down pleading. “Mommy, you can't—you can't be serious. P-please, you can't do this, you can't.” She just smiled at me, beginning to stir the large bowl of mush, her eyes taking on a sadistic light as she cooed. “I can't do this baby? Is my sweet baby girl telling Mommy what she can and can't do? If you remember, we tried Mommy's nice way, now open up.” As she finished, she scooped forth a large pile of the dreaded ooze, which sat there, filling the large serving spoon, quivering will all the malice it could muster. As she slowly brought the large mass towards my quivering lips, I lost it, setting my jaw, beginning to sob and beg “No Mommy, please... No...” My pleading was in vain, however, as she took a strong grip on my nose and pulled upwards, forcibly opening my mouth, thrusting the disgusting goop home. The horrible stuff filled my mouth, coating every inch with the slime which I tried to expel, but Mommy was a step ahead of me—she'd already clasped a hand over my mouth, now forcing my jaws closed. “Swallow baby, we've got a lot ahead of us...”
With no other options, I let the disgusting contents of my mouth slide down my throat, gagging as I forced it down. As she withdrew her hands, I took a deep, gasping breath, the tears now flowing freely down my cheeks to mingle with the green mess around my mouth. My recovery was cut short, however, as Mommy seized the opportunity, shoving another heaping spoonful into my mouth, once again covering my mouth until I forced it down my throat. At this point, I was crying at full force, pulling desperately at the leather cuffs that held me firmly in this seat of torture, even as a third massive dose of slop was forced home. Mommy was almost beside herself with glee at this point, watching her hardened little masochist crumble into a blubbering baby before her eyes, seeing a simple bowl of baby food do what no whip, paddle, crop, or strap had ever managed to do. By the time she had the bowl half empty, I was a mess of slime and tears, and all she could do was laugh. “Aren't you glad we took your pretty dress off for this sweetie, look at what a mess you're making!” When she brought the first bottle of formula to my lips, it could have been anything and still tasted as sweet as heavenly nectar, and I greedily latched onto the nipple and gulped the thick solution down. Before I could even catch my breath from draining the bottle, however, she was back in action, shoveling spoonfuls of the disgusting mush down my throat.
As I finished the bowl and was busy draining the second bottle of formula—flavored this time, a sickly sweet thick strawberry concoction, Mommy surveyed the scene. Very little had been spared the touch of the green slime—the tray, highchair, and I were all buried in a thick coat, the floor was flecked in green, and she was green up to her elbows. With the bottle empty, all I could do, trapped there, was hang my head and sob as she toweled off her arms. “Well that certainly was fun, wasn't it baby girl? Well I had fun anyway—that's what counts right?” She was still laughing as she wiped me off with a warm, wet towel—rendered a muddy green by the time she was done. She unhooked my arms and legs and raised the highchair tray, helping me down to the floor as she chuckled. I don't know if it was the exertion from crying so hard, or the ordeal that made my body feel so heavy climbing down, but I was thankful for the help (it turns out it was the sedative that Mommy had mixed in with the formula that was doing it—who knew). “Such a tired baby—look like one little girl needs her afternoon nap...” She chided as she led me from the kitchen back to my room and unhooked the bars to the crib and helped me up.
As she hooked my pink leather cuffs to the bolts in the crib, I really could have cared less about anything. The combination of the sedative and the exertion was dulling out everything else that I could feel, my still rumbling bowels and the still buzzing plug that was holding everything back, I didn't even resist being locked into my crib. The last thing I saw as Mommy turned out the light for my nap was the room melting into a pink blur around me as I sunk into my pillow to sleep until she roused me for the leg of the weekend...
Part 3—
I have no idea how long I lay there in that drugged slumber, however, I do know that easing into it was far easier than emerging from it. It was like being punched in the stomach, it almost took my breath away, awakening into pitch blackness to a horrible round of cramps that wracked my whole body. The cry I gave when I finally came to must have alerted Mommy, because even as I was thinking of tearing off the plastic pants and diaper, she emerged into the room, flipping on the light and making her way to my crib side, the soft, reassuring, completely false look of concern on her face belying the fact that she was enjoying every second of this. “I see my little girl is awake... Did you have a nice nap sweetie?” She cooed as she leaned over the crib railing and tapped my nose gently. “Mommy, get it out of me, please, get it out of me...” I rasped in reply, starting to claw at the plastic panties until she reached down and sternly grasped my wrists, another round of cramps filling the room with the dull rumbling of my bowels that could have passed for thunder. “Now now sweetie, what have I told you about telling Mommy what to do...” She smiled and released my wrists, unlocking the side of the crib and lowering it open, helping me down to the floor whereupon I curled into a ball, clutching my agonizing gut.
As I lay there writhing, I slowly became aware that sometime during my drugged sleep I'd managed to wet myself, the front of my diaper still warm with the result. I really hated asking this, as it meant subjecting myself to a battery of invasiveness, but with no intention of spending any longer in a wet diaper than absolutely necessary, I screwed up my face, looking up at Mommy with a quivering lip and half muttered, half pleaded “Mommy... Can you change me...” The look on her face was the epitome of false concern as she reached her hand down the front of my plastic panties with a grin. “What's wrong, is my baby girl wet? That's too bad, we've got too much fun planned to take too much time to change you... Lets see what I can do...” With that, she wandered off to my closet, digging around for a while before returning with another pair of plastic panties. I wrinkled my nose, the constant unbearable pain in my stomach making me just a touch irritable as I snapped up at her. “My panties are fine Mommy, I need another diaper dammit!” She just tsked and shook her head, reaching down to slip the second pair of plastic panties—this time much thicker and without the ruffles—up my legs and over the first pair. “Naughty babies don't get changed little Miss Pottymouth... This is so I don't have to deal with the smell.” Even as she pulled the thick rubber panties snuggly around my waist, I wasn't prepared for her next move. With a swiftness and force I wasn't expecting she rolled me over on my belly and thrust her hand down the back of my diaper, yanking the plug from my ass with a wet pop. I immediately rolled back over onto my back, looking up wildly at her while tightly clenching my buttocks. “Mommy! What the hell, you can't be...” I didn't even finish as the gravity of the situation washed over me, shaking my head as my demeanor shifted from anger to desperation. “Don't make me do this Mommy, I'm sorry, please Mommy!” She finished switching off the plug and setting it aside for later cleaning, returning to me with a stern look in her eye. “You're going to be one messy baby, and you know the rules... I don't change naughty babies.” With that she reached around behind me and clasped a small lock onto the waistband of the rubber pants, sealing me into what was rapidly going to become a very unpleasant prison.
“Now that that's done, we can move on to our evening playtime.” Mommy said, taking my hand forcefully and leading her little waddling victim whimpering behind her. I clenched my fists and set my jaw, desperately fighting a losing battle against the painful churning in my bowels as she led me into the kitchen—a strange place for playtime if ever I'd seen one, but I had more pressing matters on my mind. “We need to make a little pit stop before playtime tonight sweetie, so be a good little girl for Mommy and I'll consider letting you use the potty... Now close your eyes and we'll be done before you know it.” I was skeptical at this proposal—in truth, skeptical was an understatement, I knew that no matter what I did, she wasn't going to let me relieve myself with dignity—it might however lead to a timely changing, so I did what I was told. Standing there blind and whimpering as I tried desperately to hold back the inevitable, I wasn't ready for Mommy to forcefully pinch my nose closed and force the bit of plastic into my mouth. With no clue as to what was happening, and in a moment of weakness, I opened my eyes to see what was happening, only to see the big blue bottle of dish soap at my lips a split second before the harsh taste filled my mouth. As I fell to my knees attempting to expel the sickening taste of soap from my mouth, spraying bubbles all over the kitchen, I lost focus of the more crucial battle occurring at my back passage.
A moment of weakness is all it took—no force of will or power of resolve could now hold back the mess flooding into my diaper. Paralyzed, I could do nothing but sob forth a torrent of bubbles as I felt the seat of my diaper filling with the warm, squishy load. It seemed like it went on forever, kneeling there on the kitchen floor, Mommy standing over me while I forced every little bit of that horrible bowl of baby food she'd forced down my throat into my diaper. By the time I'd finished, my face was a mess of tears and bubbles, and I couldn't find words, I just looked up at Mommy with tear-stained cheeks and puffy red eyes to find her... Smiling. “And that's what mouthy little sissy babies get. Now give me your hand, it's playtime.” I could feel every word burning in my mind as she spoke them, slowly giving her my hand, allowing her to lead me off to her newly rearranged playroom, giving me a playful, squishy swat on my diapered bottom on the way.
As Mommy flicked on the light to the playroom, I was taken aback—she'd really managed to outdo herself. Where once I remembered a St. Andrew's Cross, there now stood a rather sinister rocking horse, complete with restraints; where once stood a spanking bench, there now hung an adult sized baby bouncer; and where once hung our wall of floggers, paddles, whips, crops, and other instruments of our lifestyle now hung a wide arrangement of pink restraints—cuffs, baby reins, pacifiers of various shapes and sizes, a hot pink PVC romper, as well as matching booties, mittens, and bonnets, all guaranteeing that this playtime would not be enjoyable. Seeing the shocked look on my face, Mommy let out a chuckle and gave me another swat on my messy bottom “Only the best—a playroom fit for my sissy baby princess. Lets get you into something a little more, er, comfy—shall we sweetie?” She teased as she led me over to the wall of pink implements, pulling down the romper and drawing its zipper open. I was beyond any attempt at resistance by this point, the warm mass in my diaper providing incentive for me to cooperate—the happier Mommy was, the quicker I'd be free of the vile load in my diaper. Gingerly, I stepped through the leg openings, wincing as Mommy pulled it snuggly up my legs, pressing the squishy mass deep between my legs, before zipping me tightly in. I nearly started sobbing again as she perused the assortment of pacifiers, finally settling on a thick pink rubber penis gag with a large heart forming the front plate, complete with a series of pink leather straps to make sure it stayed in place. She turned to me, placing the head of the thick pink phallus at my lips, waiting for me to do the rest with a soft grin on her face. Obediently I opened my mouth, letting her gently insert the humiliating implement, then turning so she could secure the straps behind my head, every awkward little step digging the mess in my diaper deeper into my flesh. She completed the ensemble with a pair of thick rubber gloves, guaranteeing my hands would stay out of trouble, and capping it off with a pink PVC bonnet.
Of all the insidious toys in the perverted playroom, she first led me to the one that she knew would be the most painful for me. With squishy, mincing steps, she led me to the large full length mirror that sat in the corner of the room. I couldn't help by cry for her, faced with the twisted image of pink infantile perversion that stared back at me from the other side of the mirror, tears rolling down her cheeks just as they were mine. Mommy just laughed, resting her head on my shoulder gazing alongside me, whispering in my ear. “A perfect little sissy baby princess, complete from head to squishy little bottom. Better yet, you're my little sissy baby princess...” She accented her burning remark by thrusting her hand between my legs, massaging the humiliating load she found there, wringing even more tears from her helpless charge. With yet another swat on my bottom, she strolled away, leaving me there alone to stare at what I'd become. “Look hard, sweetie, I want you to remember this—so that from now on, every time you try to tell me you're not a baby, you more than anyone will know the truth... In fact...” I turned to feebly protest this latest line of humiliation, I was instead greeted by the blinding light of a camera flash and Mommy's laughter. “Everyone I want to know the truth will know too, though—something else for you to think about.”
That was all my tortured little mind could handle, and Mommy finally got her baby. I started crying my eyes out, falling down to my knees before plopping back onto my butt with a sticky squish. I didn't care about the perverted clothes I was wearing, or the mess in my diaper, or the rubber cock in my mouth... I just wanted to sit there and cry my eyes out like the baby I was. Mommy bent down beside me, giving me a little hug and a kiss on the cheek as she cooed reassuringly in my ear “I know it's not exactly what you had in mind baby girl, but it's something else. It's something you need, and as much as it hurts you, and as much as it hurts me, we've still got one more day left...” With one last reassuring hug, she stood beside me, taking my hand and leading me over to the rocking horse. She helped me swing a leg over the side of the horse and climb up into the seat—she didn't even bother to restrain me, she knew by this point I was broken beyond resistance. She stood there beside me, stern but loving, slowly rocking me back and forth, every motion grinding the mess in my diaper deeper between my legs, bringing forth a new stream of tears. I could tell that it was tearing her up inside to do this to her precious little girl, I also knew that she wasn't doing this for her—she was doing this for me, that no matter how miserable I was, she knew this is what I needed.
When neither of us could take another second of the infernal horse, Mommy helped me off and led me, waddling and wincing all the way to the baby bouncer in the corner. “Mommy doesn't want to do this sweetie, but Mommy needs to get things ready for your bedtime. I know it's not going to be fun, but be a big girl for Mommy...” She knew the degree of misery she was about to inflict upon me, that with each bounce I was going to again be reminded of the massive load between my legs, with every passing second the inevitable rash was going to be wider and more painful. She also knew that this too is what I needed—I could be bratty, and I could be snotty, and that once in a while, I needed to be put in my place. She knew that as torturous as it was, that she was doing me a favor, that I had asked for this, and that at some level, some part of me craved this, and so she pulled down of the seat of the bouncer, strapping me in tight and setting me at it. As the assault on the tender flesh between my legs was renewed by the steaming mass in my diaper, being driven home with all my body weight at every bounce, Mommy turned and slowly walked out of the room, turning back as she reached the door to peer sadly at her tortured captive. With all the will that she could muster, she turned and left the room.
