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This story is best described as an erotic tale that exposes a kinky topic. It is not a pornographic one. You will not find a graphic description of every sexual act… I will leave that to your imagination. I will not be telling you how “the bulbous head of his powerful organ penetrated the silky wet lips of her steamy love canal…” If you are looking for this type of granular detail, you will also be very disappointed by what you are about to read.
This first installment focuses mostly on the initial regression that the protagonist experiences. It focuses on the relationship between a young woman who is turned into a baby and the older woman who cares for her. There is no sexual intercourse in this story in the sense that only one character is masturbated by another in a purely selfless act to clinically provide mental and physical relief to the main character.
If you do decide to read on, you will find some elements of:
Mother/Son Taboos (no actual sex play between the family members though they are both witnesses to the acts),
and an introduction to Anal play.
Please let me know your thoughts and vote!
I already know how I want the story to develop in later chapters and your feedback will inform whether I will keep writing the story or not. Namely, I will not develop the relation between Sean and Belle in these first chapters. I reserve that for later… if your kind comments urge me to do so.
Babying Belle back to health.
Chapter 1 – In which tragedy strikes and Belle is orphaned.
She was the girl next door.
The Hawkes and the Kaplans were neighbors. Their k**s had known each other since c***dhood.
She was a “Neurotypical”, smart and beautiful. Her mother had named her Belle after the classic tale and, like her namesake, she was fiercely independent, very smart and cultivated.
His name was Sean and he was on the autism spectrum.
For the first years of their lives, they had seen each other every day, had grown up and had played together as brother and sister.
Eventually, as they grew older and the gap between her intellectual and emotional capacities and his had widened, they stopped hanging out altogether. The families had remained close and there were the occasional dinners and holiday celebrations. But the close “fraternal” relationship they had built as k**s had waned and wilted away.
Yet, despite the lack of day-to-day interactions, she had cared and protected him all through the years. Like a guardian angel, she had watched over him to make sure that he never got bullied or taken advantage of in middle school and high school.
A brilliant scholar, she had then been away for several years after high school from college onto med school. During those eight long studious years, she had hardly ever traveled back home. She had requested for her folks to come visit her at school so as not to waste too much time traveling. Her parents were retirees after all and had the luxury of time.
She had become the first Doctor of the family and she had just received her medical degree when the tragedy struck.
Her entire family had gathered to celebrate her momentous achievement and a gas explosion had decimated them in their sleep.
The neighbors were alerted of the tragedy by the detonation that shook them up in the predawn hours of the day.
That same day, Belle was coming back home for the first time in years on an inbound redeye flight. She had not been able to sleep much in the plane and was looking forward to the cozy embrace of her c***dhood bed.
As she stepped out of the plane, she began scanning the waiting area for the familiar faces of her mom and dad.
Her parents were supposed to pick her up at the airport that rainy, dreary, terrible morning and she was surprised to see Sean and his mother Kim in their stead. It had been so long since she had seen these two that she barely recognized them at first.
Kim was bonny, ashen and looked so much older than the woman she remembered from her c***dhood. Belle thought that the years had not been kind to her. Of course, she probably had aged faster due to the burden of having to care, on her own, for the special-needs of her son after her husband Michael had passed away.
She would not have recognized Sean in a crowd. He was a very tall, strapping, handsome, dark man built like a bodybuilder. His physique the result of many hours spent exercising; the only activity that Kim had found to occupy him for extended periods of time during the day.
After high school, Sean’s universe had shrunk back down to the few blocks surrounding his house. He had no friends to speak of and he lived in quasi-isolation except for the company of his mom. His social and communication skills had deteriorated and regressed. The small rural town was not adapted to a person on the spectrum. There were no care facilities to guide him; no one to teach him the skills he required to live a life as an independent member of society. He was an oddity in these parts with no prospects for work in the few remaining “mom and pop” businesses in town.
He was overly excited to see Belle after so many years. He was beaming and happy to see his friend. There was an effervescence to his demeanor completely disconnected to the heart-wrenching events that were transpiring.
Belle sensed that something was off as soon as she turned her attention back to Kim.
A knot of anxiety twisted the young woman’s guts when Kim turned her teary eyes away from her.
“What’s wrong Mrs. Kaplan?” asked the young woman in a panic.
Kim grabbed her hand and tried to pull her towards the exit. She did not want to give her the bad news in the airport’s arrival hall.
Belle wouldn’t budge.
“You are scaring me… Tell me what’s wrong!” she begged.
“Your house exploded and your whole family is dead,” replied Sean in an emotionless monotone. His autistic urge to tell the unfiltered truth popping out at the worst possible time.
Belle’s head started to spin as she looked to Kim for confirmation.
Dreadfully, the woman returned her gaze with a sad expression and a slight nod of the head as fresh tears streamed out of her eyes.
“Oh…” Belle began to utter as the world around her quickly spun out of control. She lost her balance and started stumbling between her two neighbors.
“Sean! Help me! Grab her!” yelled Kim as she caught the collapsing girl.
It took a few seconds for Sean to react as his mother strained under the effort of keeping the young woman from hitting the floor.
“Take her in your arms! Quickly! I can’t hold her!” she instructed him.
Sean swept the petite woman up in his thick arms in one fluid motion.
During the ride back, Belle came to several times but, coupled with the exhaustion of her last weeks of studying and the fatigue of her sleepless night of travel, the reality seemed too much of a shock for her to handle. She kept on passing out as soon as she was conscious enough to recall the pain of her loss.
After three such syncopes, her body could no longer take it and she remained u*********s the rest of the way.
Sean carried her into the house and laid her out on the small bed of the guest bedroom.
She slept uninterrupted for over twenty-four hours that first day.
When she woke up, she was completely confused and disoriented. She was dazed and she did not recognize her surroundings. She was in a dreamlike haze, her mind completely detached from her body. “What happened?” she just could not remember.
Her eyes drifted in the room, searching for any clue that could help her collect her spirits.
A colorful photograph on a bookshelf attracted her sight. It was a picture of Sean and her playing on a swing set years ago.
“Sean and her…” the nightmare came rushing back.
In tears, she rushed out of the room and made her way down the flight of stairs towards the sound of voices that seemed to be coming from the kitchen.
As she reached the last step, her sight caught a vision of horror through the glass pane that lined the entrance hall of the Kaplan’s house.
That one image revealed the extent of the tragedy.
Her family home had been completely wiped away by the explosion and, even after so many hours, columns of white smoke were still rising in the air off the cinders.
A shrill worthy of horror movies escaped her lips as she fell to her knees.
Belle became hysterical unable to process the sight in front of her.
Kim came rushing to the front of the house accompanied by Sean and the family practitioner.
Dr. Bill was a neighbor, a friend, a care giver. The Kaplans had become his second family after Mike had died and he had been the father figure in Sean’s life.
Kim had called him in to look in on the girl. She had been worried by her initial reaction and the long sleep that had followed it.
Belle was just inconsolable.
In the house next door, she had lost everything and everyone she cared about. She now was an orphan without anyone to turn to. Her parents along with her aunt and uncle and her only cousin were all sleeping in the house when it had blown up. She felt alone in the world.
Unable to calm her down, Dr. Bill decided to sedate her.
And thus, she sank into a deep depression.
She would not leave her room or her bed. It went on for a few days.
Sean was so upset to see his friend sad.
The trays that he would leave for her on the small wooden desk in her room would be left mostly untouched. A bite from a sandwich or from an apple, a few sips of water…
He was worried for Belle. She just slept and cried and slept.
It went on for three or four days before he could no longer take it. He pleaded with his mother. Something had to be done. Belle was not acting like Belle. What was wrong with her?
Kim was türkçe bahis touched to see her son so concerned for the young woman.
He had been self-centered for so many of the past years, always expecting his mother to handle everything for him. As he had become more and more isolated after high school, he had been tougher and nastier with her. It was as if he had been punishing her and blaming her for his solitude.
For years, his life had been regimented and compartmented by a strict to-the-minute schedule but, since Belle had been brought into the house, everything had been thrown out the window. He no longer seemed to care about his usual routines.
His whole demeanor and attitude had changed.
He was hovering around in the hallway by her room; waiting and listening for any sign or noises.
He was worried and preoccupied.
For the first time, he wanted to do something for someone else.
What could he do to help her? He was distraught by his powerlessness to do anything to make Belle feel better.
Kim was starting to worry too. She could not let this go on much longer.
Chapter 2 – In which Belle is made to take a bath.
On the fifth day, Mrs. Kaplan stormed into Belle’s room with Sean in tow.
The first thing she noticed was the stench.
She pulled the curtains wide apart letting the sunshine in and pulled open the window.
Belle was awakened by the commotion.
The rush of light and fresh cold air was disorienting.
She tried to take refuge beneath her warm duvet. It was tugged off from her before she could latch on.
Shivering, she was left curled up in a ball in the middle of her mattress with only her white cotton nightgown to cover her.
“Get up girl!” ordered the older woman.
Belle would not budge.
“It’s been five days! You must get cleaned up and eat! Get up!” she told her.
Still no reaction.
“Ok, Sean pick her up!” she asked her son.
He was eager to comply and lifted her easily like a rag doll off the bed.
Belle remained without reaction. She did not fight back. She did not care.
“Here! Bring her into the bathroom, she must be cleaned up and changed.” said the matriarch.
“Here! Stand her up in front of the sink and leave us.” She told her son.
Once the door was shut behind him, she turned her attention to the small brunette.
She gave her a quick scan from head to toe and realized that she had shed most of her excess weight in the last few days.
Belle had never been fat. However, her unhealthy lifestyle in medical school; the hours spent studying, the lack of sleep, and the necessity to substitute sleep with energy in the form of candy bars had made her gain a few extra pounds in the past few years. It seemed they had just melted off her petite frame.
“Ok, darling… I know you are hurting right now…” started Kim “you are going through a tough time… I know… but you cannot keep on hurting yourself like that…” she continued.
At these words, Belle grabbed onto Kim and collapsed in tears in her arms.
“Shush… shush… now darling… let’s get you undressed… let’s try to get you in the tub… a nice warm bath will do you some good,” continued the older woman.
She tried to get Belle to stand on her own, but the girl would not let go of her. She would keep on leaning into Kim and latching onto her as soon as the woman pushed her off. It was a struggle and Kim was not strong enough to fight her off.
“Listen up Girl!” she took on an authoritative tone to try to snap her out of it.
“If you are not going to cooperate, I’ll have to call Sean in to help me,” she warned.
“Do you hear me?” she kept on.
“You are too big and too heavy for me to wash if you won’t do it on your own. Do you understand?” she asked again.
She pushed her off her shoulders once again and grabbed her by the chin to look deeply into her green eyes.
“Belle! Sweetie… you have to do something… or we will… we love you too much to see you like this… let’s start with a bath, ok?” tenderly, she once again attempted to sway a reaction from the grieving girl.
“I… don’t care…” barely whispered Belle as she once again caught onto Kim.
That was it! Kim had reached the limit of her patience.
After years of dealing with Sean and his autism, she had a rather short fuse. Her temperament could change on a dime. She was no longer the type of person who could take any crap for extended periods of time. Life had made her a bit abrupt. She still loved wholly and cared for others but she was known to dispense a fair amount of “tough love” as they called it.
“Sean! Sean! Come in here!” she screamed.
Sean opened the door in an instant. He had once again been hovering in the hallway hoping for any positive signs of improvement from Belle.
He was sad to see that the girl was leaning into his mom, sobbing in the same manner she had been sobbing for the past few days.
His mom snapped him out of it.
Kim began barking a set of orders:
“Run the bath!
Quick!… and get her off me!
She is too heavy for me.
Open the buttons of the nightgown.
Lift her arms, I’ll lift the robe off.
The arms are too high for me!
Grab this and pull it off.
I”ll get her panties
Here, hold her up!
Don’t stare at her!”
And just like that, the teary-eyed beauty was standing as nude as the day she was born in front of the Kaplans.
“It’s ok sweetie… I told you I’d call Sean… are you gonna step into the bath and wash yourself like a big girl now?” asked the woman hoping that the nudity would force some response out of her.
Belle stood silently for a moment, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. She was flustered, confused. So many emotions were coursing through her.
She was not prepared to be bare and exposed to the Kaplans as if she were a newborn.
Sean was staring at her. He had never seen a naked woman in real life. Belle was so beautiful.
Time stood still.
“Well honey? Are you stepping into that bath or not?” asked Kim impatiently.
Then, to the surprise of everyone involved she repeated, “I don’t care.”
Panic passed through her mind as she blurted these words. What was she saying? She did care. Didn’t she?
Another part of her psyche was screaming “Why should you care? You’ve lost everything.”
Kim interrupted the girl’s train of thought by barking another series of order:
She does not care!
Why don’t you lift her up.
Just like that.
Like a baby…
Lay her down in the bath
Give me the soap and the glove.
Let me clean her up.”
“Why should she care?” Belle repeated to herself as she was being scrubbed by Kim.
She did care. She did not want to be seen by Sean and Kim. Naked. The feeling was overwhelming.
It turns out, she cared because it was humiliating and mortifying. Something seemed fundamentally wrong with being stripped, exposed, and exhibited like that.
It was so utterly embarrassing.
Yet, this was her first thought disassociated from the unfathomable calamitous mind shattering agony that was pulling her whole “raison d’être” apart.
The shame she was now feeling was so much better than the pain that had overtaken her these past few days. She was glad for the escape it provided. Perversely, she welcomed it.
Entranced, she relived the scene in her head several times. She had been stripped naked by Kim with Sean’s help. She was being washed like a baby.
The more she thought about it the more she wanted to hide. The shame began burning her up. She felt feverish.
Yet, she did nothing to stop the deed.
To her utter disbelief… she was relieved to be sidetracked away from her heartache.
The warm water was relaxing and so was the gentle touch of Kim’s care.
As her feet and legs were cleaned, she could not keep her eyes off Sean’s intense stare.
Kim reached the top of her thighs and was about to start on her genital area.
She took the bath glove out of the water and poured more liquid soap onto it and without any ceremony started washing the girl’s hairy sex.
“Ooh!” a gasp of air escaped Belle’s lips.
It was unexpected. She did not think that Kim would wash her there.
The older woman was not shy about her movements.
If the young woman was going to behave like a baby, then she would be treated like one.
The woman kept rubbing.
Was Belle getting aroused?
Belle was glad for the bath glove and the water. Maybe it would hide her state of arousal. Maybe, Kim would not notice?
Was it the deep burning shame brought about by Sean’s gaze or the direct physical contact with her pussy?
Whatever the reasons, it astonished Belle. This sudden sexual longing was completely unanticipated… and in these circumstances… what was happening?
And Kim kept on scrubbing her.
“Spread your legs girl!” she barked.
Belle obeyed, entranced by the urging that Kim’s touches were awakening.
“You are so hairy down there,” she continued “I want to make sure you are thoroughly clean.”
At these words, Belle turned a deeper shade of red. It was so degrading.
Yet, all this touching was starting to feel good… very good.
Kim kept on applying pressure on her mons pubis and between her legs right where Belle liked to be touched.
There was nothing erotic in Kim’s intents.
However, Belle’s body did not perceive it that way.
Due to her extreme study habits, the young woman had been overlooking her sexual needs for ages. In her current state of mind, that neglect was rearing its ugly head with a vengeance.
They say that in times of grief, people turn to sex as a way of healing.
The pain of the last few days had been too great, and something deep inside of her was crying out for the crushing emotional pressure to be released.
Her body had taken over on its own. It was craving human embrace, and any contact with anyone would do.
And right this minute, it was Kim’s hand that was providing this needed human touch.
“Ugh!” she sighed canlı poker oyna under her breath as she lowered her eyes in deep humiliation.
Her hips had reacted of their own volition by pushing back into Mrs. Kaplan’s gloved hand.
It was so degrading.
When Belle realized what she was doing, she wished that she could sink into the bathwater to hide. She bent her head forward in shame. Relieved that her long hair was shielding her face.
Despite herself, she had u*********sly parted her legs further apart to give the hand better access to her needy sex. She was slowly gyrating in synchronicity with the back-and-forth motion of the cotton mitten.
“Awe!” her orgasm was so close. She was about to burst.
On the verge of climax, Belle froze with fear and anticipation as she once again involuntarily raised her sex to meet the hand that was touching it.
All the muscles in her being were tensed and she was about to erupt.
All visual signs were showing her deep state of arousal. The pale skin at the base of her neck had turned a deep shade of pink. Her nipples were erect.
She was astonished by her own actions. Why was this happening?
It was so shameful and naughty.
“Had Mrs. Kaplan noticed what was happening?” she wondered as she held her breath.
Chapter 3 – In which the bath becomes something more.
Initially, Kim had not been paying attention to Belle’s libidinous behavior.
Her mind had been focused on the task at hand.
For the past few days, her own emotions had been wrought through the wringer. The devastating loss had a deep impact on her in more ways than one.
She had been very attached to Belle’s parents. Their sudden passing was a sorrowful event in and of itself.
However, it also resonated on a much grimmer level with her. Old buried memories were surging back to the surface.
At first, the pain echoed with the one she had felt during Mike’s illness and death.
But Belle’s mourning and inconsolable grief dug and cut even deeper into Kim’s soul. Forgotten feelings that she had suppressed long ago were consuming her. Over the course of the past few days, Kim had been reminded of the tragic death of her baby daughter years before Sean’s birth.
The raw emotions of Belle’s ache and suffering had reopened the old wound. And so, the girl’s grief had become her own.
And when Belle had collapsed sobbing in her arms like a lost puppy, like an orphan c***d, a strange sensation started filling the deep hole in her heart that had been left vacant so many years ago.
Her state of mind was shifting.
When she saw Belle naked, exposed and so vulnerable, her heart leapt.
As she began gently washing Belle’s feet and leg, her motherly instincts took over. She had lost her baby girl long ago and now this little woman had lost her mom and dad.
“This sweetie pie needs a mommy.” she thought to herself.
Something in Kim had snapped. Belle was no longer a 26-year-old medical doctor in her mind’s eye. She was someone who needed to be babied and pampered, someone who would require tender love and affection.
When her gloved hand started manipulating Belle’s needy pussy, a resolution had been made. “Mommy” was here to make “sweetie pie” feel good.
As these thoughts were crystalizing in her brain, she finally paid attention to the girl’s carnal behavior.
As she felt Belle grinding her pussy into her hand, she sensed the girl’s need for emotional and physical release.
She was not bothered by it in the least.
After such a harrowing event, after so much ache and torment, it only seemed natural that Belle would seek some escape from the pain. She understood her need to feel something good.
In fact, Kim was flattered to see that Belle might feel close enough to her and comfortable enough to share such an intimate act in her presence.
She could feel the girl pushing back into her strokes with more urgency. She could feel her coming close to that ecstatic point of no return.
Then, the girl froze and stiffened her body just before reaching the impending orgasm.
Kim looked up to meet Belle’s eyes and realized by the girls’ slouching head that she might need some encouragement to get over the finish line.
The older woman released the bath glove from her grasp and with only her soft index finger, just as Belle had started pondering “Had Mrs. Kaplan noticed what was happening?”, she penetrated the very lubricated pussy of her charge.
Instinctively, Belle raised her hips and arched herself backwards to meet this unexpected penetration.
“That’s it sweetie… it’s ok… Cum for me my little darling,” whispered Mrs. Kaplan to the bewildered woman.
Kim began pumping her finger into Belle sweltering hole and used her other hand to find her clit.
It was fast and furious and it only lasted a few seconds.
“Aaah! Aaaahhh! Aaaahhhh!” a powerful climax tore through the young woman’s body making her convulse and shake as the older woman kept on playing with her intimate flesh.
Kim did not stop. She knew that she could squeeze out more pleasure out of her little sweetie pie.
“Sweetie pie” had a very hairy bushy vagina and she would need to tend to it, she thought, as she petted the sweet honey pot.
And the older woman was right. With very little additional manipulation she had brought the sensitive girl’s flesh back to the gates of ecstasy.
By then, Belle had become a bundle of nerves that were all collected to the center of her erogenous zone. Her arms and legs were now straddling the tub as she raised herself out of the water. She was straining to bring her pussy up to meet Kim’s addictive touch.
“Aaah! Aaaahhh! Aaaahhhh!” she yelled again as she squirted a thick liquid in an orgasm that was even more powerful than the first one.
Her muscles could no longer hold her up and she collapsed and fell back into the warm water of the tub.
Chapter 4 – In which Belle discovers regression play.
As she panted, trying to recover, a deep panic overtook her.
The post-coital shame was overwhelming her.
Her mind began working overtime as a series of questions began torturing her.
“What had she done?
What would Mrs. Kaplan think of her?
What about Sean?
He had been here the whole time!
What would he think?
What would Mrs. K think of her shameful behavior in front of him?
Would she be kicked out of the house?
Where would she go now?
She had nowhere to go!
She was alone now!”
That fear tetanized her and its grip was strangling her.
In frightful distress, she lost control of her bladder.
“No!” yelled Kim immediately. Her legendary volcanic temper erupting immediately.
Belle could not move, could not look into her eyes. She could not find the strength to speak up.
Before she knew what was happening, Mrs. Kaplan took over the situation.
Again, she started firing a set of orders to her burly son who obeyed her with immediacy:
“Sean, help me get my sweetie pie up.
Grab one of her arms and make her stand tall.
Pass me the shower head.
Sweetie made a mess and we must rinse her off.
Now lift her out of the bath.
Hand me the towel.
I’ll dry her off.
Now, carry her into my bedroom and lay her on Mommy’s bed.
Just like that.
Go get me some shaving cream and a razor.
Open the towel.
Grab her ankles and pull her legs up to her chest.
Sweetie, don’t move.
Sean! Go up to the attic and get me your dad’s adult diapers, they should be on the top left shelf.
My little sweetie just peed herself.
We don’t want any further accidents.
You are back?
That was fast.
Grab her ankles again and lift them again like before.
Further back this time so her bum is in the air.
I’ll apply the lotion so she won’t get any rashes.
She likes that?
No, No, sweetie pie, calm down.
You just had a nice cummy cum cum.
Later maybe… if you eat your lunch.
Let’s put the diaper on.
Now, the big blanket.
My sweetie pie needs to be swaddled.
Just like that.
Bring her knees to her chest.
Fold the blanket up.
Yes, exactly, like a little burrito.
Now put the arms in.
Fold one side, then the other.
Tuck it tight.
Good job, now bring her downstairs for me so we can give her the soup I just made.”
And just like that, in a manner of a few minutes, Belle had willingly given up control of her free will over to Kim.
She had been terrorized by the idea of being kicked out of the Kaplan’s house. That tetanizing fright had spurred her to urinate in the tub.
When that had happened, she was sure that she would be kicked to the curb.
So, to her surprise, when Mrs. Kaplan had Sean carry her into the bedroom she was relieved and glad to play along.
She would have done anything at that moment to please her.
What happened next had been utterly humiliating. Yet, that embarrassment had again kept her mind off the sad events that had made her an orphan.
Having her pussy shaven while Sean held her legs so wide open had been very degrading. She had kept her eyes closed the entire time wishing that she was anywhere else on earth but on that bed.
Then, when Mrs. Kaplan began applying the lotion, her body was set ablaze again. The woman’s touch had been so soft, so tender and so full of affection that it stirred up her desire. She had u*********sly started tilting her pelvis to meet the fingers that were coating her with lotion. “ooh!” she had moaned as the fingers tickled her sensitive clit. Belle wanted another sweet ecstatic release, but alas Mrs. Kaplan had denied her that pleasure.
Finally, she had been diapered and swaddled. She was still naked beneath the blanket except for the nappy. She was curled up in a ball. Her knees were up to her chin and her thighs were pressed against the erect nipples of her sensitive breasts. Her arms were immobilized in there too. Only her head poker oyna was sticking out of the thick blanket.
At that very moment, the comforting feeling of the thick material wrapping her and immobilizing her in the fetal position made Belle feel warm, safe and secure.
She had been placed on Mrs. Kaplan’s lap, and Sean was feeding her a delicious soup while the older woman was gently petting her head.
The tender moment was soothing and pretty soon her first real meal in days made her feel satiated. In the warm embrace of Mrs. Kaplans arms, she drifted off to sleep peacefully for the first time in a week.
Chapter 5 – In which we discover how much Belle enjoys being babied.
Unfortunately, she could not sleep for more than a few hours.
The nightmares had woken her up.
She had been bawling in her sleep for several minutes before she woke and, when she opened her eyes, Kim was already standing over her protectively.
Belle had been carried up to the guest room after she had drifted to sleep. The early evening sun was shining its orange light through the window.
The young woman was still bond by the restrictive blanket and it took some time to recollect the events that had transpired before her nap.
“Hush now… Hush my little darling!” whispered Kim soothingly.
Belle could not get the horrific image of destruction across the street from playing in her mind. It played in a loop in her head and she could not get past it.
“Now, Now… Sweetie… I know… I know… calm down dear… calm now…” cajoled the older woman as she caressed her hair softly.
Alas, there was no comforting the grieving woman and Kim knew that her tears would be flowing freely into the pillow for some time.
As time went on, Belle started feeling the pressure in her bladder building up.
Eventually, the need to pee became pressing and that basic physical need made her stop crying for a moment.
She needed to get up and she tried freeing herself from the tight swaddle.
It seemed impossible. The blanket had been looped around her several times and her own body weight was keeping her trapped into its restrictive shell.
In distress, she turned to Kim who was still watching over her.
“Help me! I need to pee!” she pleaded with her as she felt that her bladder was about to burst.
Kim tried to help by pulling at the blanket but the girl was too heavy for her.
She needed Sean’s help but she had sent him out on an errand.
Suddenly, Belle stopped fighting her confine and went limp.
Disgracefully, she had just lost control of her bladder again and the warm urine had just rushed into the diaper; filling it.
Hot tears of shame and humiliation started pouring out. She turned her head away from the woman. She tried to bury it in the pillow to hide the degrading feelings that were coursing through her.
Mrs. Kaplan was still stroking her neck and spoke in reassuring tone, “It’s ok darling… little accidents can happen to all of us… as soon as Sean gets here we’re gonna change that nappy for you.”
These few words had an instant impact on Belle.
The images of her earlier degradation started playing in a loop in her brain.
Time stood still as she recalled the bath, the orgasms, and the utter humiliation of being tended to like a baby.
She stopped crying, obsessed by the idea of being again manipulated by Kim and Sean in such a demeaning way.
She was an adult! She was not supposed to be exposed and controlled in such a way.
“Would they spread her legs again?” she wondered.
“Would Mrs. Kaplan make her cum like last time, or would she again deny her the orgasm that her body and soul were craving?” that thought transfixed her.
A burning heat was forming in her loins.
Being trapped in her messy diaper did not help assuage the situation. It only added to the sweltering and swelling heat that was building up inside her.
“Sean should be here any minute now,” said Mrs. Kaplan as she tried to console the girl.
The idea of Sean made Belle’s fever sore to new levels.
Her head was now spinning in anticipation.
The older woman was still trying to calm her by stroking her hair and her neck.
The girl seemed to be calmer somehow. The little sweetie pie had stopped crying shortly after peeing herself.
Her skin felt much warmer to the touch, almost feverish. Her neck was starting to turn pink.
That realization coupled with Belle’s earlier behavior in the bathroom awoke a doubt in Mrs. Kaplan’s mind.
Now that she thought about it, she realized that Belle had not shown any signs of bereavement from the moment she had been stripped bare to be washed until she awoke from her nap.
That thought was intriguing.
The older woman tried to recall the chain of events from the first part of the day. She wanted to get an understanding of what could have allowed Belle to escape her grief, even if it had only been temporary.
She had been undressed and bathed in front of the mom and son duo.
That had led to two powerful orgasms.
Was Belle reacting to the shame of the exhibition or was it simply a physiological response to the intimate touch that Kim had provided while she scrubbed her pussy?
Or was she reacting to the combination of both? Was Sean’s involvement a factor?
What about the peeing, diapering, and swaddling that had followed the bath?
Did that have any factor in making Belle serene and calm? She had seemed so much at peace as she had drifted to sleep on Kim’s lap.
“Mom! Where are you?” shouted Sean from the front door interrupting her train of thought.
Kim would have to think further on these questions. For the time being, she decided that she would simply reproduce the same set of circumstances to see if Belle would react similarly.
“I’m in Belle’s room!” she screamed back, “Come up here! I need your help with the little darling.”
Sean jumped his way up the flight of stairs in an instant.
Mrs. Kaplan asked, “Can you carry my little sweetie pie to my room. And lay her down on my bed? I need to change her diaper, she had a little accident while you were away.”
At these words, Belle thought that she would faint.
But before she could fully grasp what was about to happen, her head was pulled up and away from the warm pillow that she had used to hide her flushed face.
The air felt cool, and she felt exposed.
She could not bear to face them and she kept her eyes tightly shut as she felt herself being lifted into Sean’s powerful arms.
“Did you get the baby wipes that were on the list?” inquired Kim as Sean walked the length of the hallway to her room.
He nodded and she started directing the action rapidly as was her custom:
Go get them after you set her down on my bed.
I’ll go get another nappy in the meantime.
Now, open the swaddle for me,
Help me with the diaper.
Tear it open down the other side of her hips.
Just like I’m doing here.
Yes, just like that.
That was not so bad my little darling.
You did not need to cry for such a little accident.
Sean, hand me the wipes.
We are going to do like before.
Grab her ankles and pull them up in the air up to her chest.
Sweetie pie! Spread your legs for me and bring you knees up.
Now, the wipes might feel a little cold.
Next, I’m going to apply the lotion again.
You like that. Don’t you?
Push into my hand.
You enjoy that pressure?
You are so wet!
Is that soft for you.
Do you want to cum for me?
I’m here for you.
Sean is here for you too.
Pull her legs further up and apart.
Bring her other little hole in the air.
I’m going to put some cream there too.
Is that ok? Relax.
There, slow down.
Sweetie pie, open up for me and stop moving for a minute.
I’m going to push my thumb into your bottom.
Slowly, slowly, slowly.
I’m ready for you when you are.
Rock you hips.
Up and down, back and forth.
Take your time. Take your time.
Ooh! You are in a hurry my little darling.
That’s ok too.
Go for it!
Aw! Here you are!
That was nice, wasn’t it.
Let me apply a bit more lotion there.
Diaper on. All done!
And swaddle please!”
Belle basked in the afterglow of her earthshattering orgasm. She felt at ease wrapped in the cozy cocoon of the warm blanket that had been re-swaddled around her. She was relaxed and physically and emotionally spent.
She was still panting and struggling to regain her breath after the deep digital penetration that had coaxed so much pleasure out of her petite frame.
It had been so utterly embarrassing to have her anal cavity invaded in such a way while her most intimate flesh was being masturbated. She had never known that this practice could produce such gratification. She had felt so full and so stretched. For a moment, her entire consciousness had been shrunk down to the few millimeters that existed between her gushing pussy and her tight asshole. At that instant, nothing else mattered.
She was elated.
But in the back of her mind, she was puzzled. Why was she accepting and enjoying such treatment?
It felt so wrong.
However, the minute that the feeling of deep disgrace took over, she forgot everything else. All worries fell to the wayside. She was there, in the moment. There was no other thought but the one associated with following Mrs. Kaplan’s directives. And while she did, she let go of the horror and heart ache that was slashing at her soul.
She felt compelled to submit and relinquish all control without hesitation to Sean’s mother.
In these instances, Belle thought that Mrs. Kaplan could request anything from her and the girl would do it.
In part, she could surrender to Kim because she trusted her. She could feel her wholehearted affection, her care, and her love in all her actions.
She knew that she could have refused to obey the older woman at any time. But she did not want to.
In addition to the escape it offered, being treated, tended to and exhibited in such a way aroused her sexually in unprecedented ways. She did not want it to stop.
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