"Good girls drink their baba"
Anastasia mumbled around the nipple of her bottle, her cheeks puffed out as she swallowed another warm gulp. She had been at Miss Clara’s Adult Daycare for months now, and she knew all the tricks to being the best little girl, how to sit still during storytime, how to make her diaper all soggy, and most importantly, how to drink every last drop of her bottle so Miss Clara would smile and call her a "good girl."
Anastasia loved being a good little girl. She loved the way her thick diaper crinkled when she waddled, the way her wetness indicator turned blue after a long nap, and the way Miss Clara’s voice got all soft when she praised her. But today, she had a special mission: to help Lisa be a good girl too.
Lisa was new. She had only been at the daycare for a week, and she still fidgeted when Miss Clara handed her a bottle. "I don’t need this," Lisa would whisper, her fingers tracing the rim of the nipple. But Anastasia knew better. She had seen the way Lisa’s eyes would flutter when she finally gave in and took a sip, the way her body would relax as the sweet, creamy milk filled her tummy. The milk was addicting, once you started, you couldn’t stop.
"You’ll like it," Anastasia cooed, scooting closer to Lisa on the colorful play mat. She reached out and gently guided Lisa’s bottle back to her lips. "Miss Clara loves it when we drink all our baba. And when we’re good girls, we get extra cuddles at naptime."
Lisa hesitated, but the taste of the milk was already lingering on her tongue. She took another sip, then another, her resistance melting away with each swallow. Anastasia smiled, watching as Lisa’s diaper began to swell, the hissing growing louder with every movement. "See? You’re such a good girl," Anastasia whispered, her own diaper growing heavier as she finished her bottle.
By the time Miss Clara came to check on them, both girls were lying on their backs, bottles in their mouths, their diapers warm and full. Anastasia giggled as she felt the wetness spread beneath her, her boobies uncovered and her tummy happy. Lisa, now fully under the milk’s spell, let out a contented sigh as her own diaper squished with every little wiggle.
Miss Clara beamed down at them. "Such good girls," she murmured, stroking their hair as they sucked away, their eyes half-lidded and dreamy. Anastasia knew she had done her job, another little girl, fully addicted to the milk...
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