A Conglomeration

Nora’s face reddened guiltily. “I… I’m not that dru-” Her words turned into a gasp of shock and pain as a hard smack landed on her bottom. She stared at her boyfriend open-mouthed. He’d hit her. Smacked her! She took a step backwards. This was a different side of her boyfriend, one that usually only came out during sex, and while she couldn’t deny that her pussy was tingling a little at his commanding attitude, things were going too far. She didn’t feel like a naughty slut being bossed around in the bedroom. She felt like a misbehaving toddler about to be put in time-out.

“Bad girl, Nora!” her boyfriend scolded. He grabbed her by the arm and spun her around, lifting up her dress and delivering several more painful swats to her behind. “Very bad girl! Don’t you know how dangerous that is?”

“Ow! Ow! Stop!” Nora squealed, squirming to free herself from her boyfriend’s grip. “Stop it! You can’t treat me like this!”

“Oh yes I can, baby,” said her boyfriend, still spanking her rapidly reddening tushy. “You think you’ve got all kinds of rights, silly girl. A right to go out with your friends whenever you want. A right to drink alcohol. A right to be treated like an adult. But those are privileges, and in this house you’ll lose privileges for bad behaviour. I’m your boyfriend, and that means I’m responsible for you.”

“You’re not responsible for me!” Nora insisted. She fought as hard as she could to escape the smacks raining down on her bum, but her boyfriend held her in place effortlessly. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m a grown woman!” she whined.

The spanking stopped, and her boyfriend spun her back around, putting a finger up to her face. “You’re a naughty child,” he said firmly, and before Nora could say anything else, he was dragging her over to the bedroom. “If you’re going to act like a baby,” he said, marching her along, “then I’m going to treat you like one.”

They entered the room, and at once Nora’s eyes were drawn to the bed. For a second she stared in total confusion at the thick disposable diaper that was laid out on top of the sheets. Then she realised what her boyfriend meant to do.

“No!” she shrieked. She tried to back out of the room, but his grip on her arm was too strong. “I’m not going to wear that! I’m not!”

“Oh yes you will,” said her boyfriend. “You’re going to wear them and you’re going to use them until I decide you’ve earned your way back into adult underwear. In the meantime, you’d better get used to pottying in your pants, missy. Perhaps that will help you understand how immature you are!”

“Ouch!” Nora yelped as her boyfriend delivered another hard swat to her backside to move her closer to the bed, and her new nappy. “This is crazy! If you think I’m going to take this, you’re out of your mind! OW!”

One Year Later

Nora crawled to the living room on her hands and knees, her thickly diapered rear wiggling in the air behind her as she crept along, looking for her Daddy. Over the last few months, she’d found out there were an awful lot of privileges she could lose. The privilege of choosing her own clothes had quickly joined her potty privileges in the dustbin, and frilly frocks and overalls and stupid baby tees had replaced her elegant dresses and tight jeans – although, like now, she often wore nothing but a nappy inside the house. Not long after that, she’d lost the privilege of feeding herself, and deciding what she ate and drank. Alcohol was a big no-no, of course, and she had to drink exclusively from a baby bottle so she didn’t have any spills. Usually she got to eat whatever Daddy was having, but sometimes she’d just have a big bowl of yucky baby food plonked down in front of her instead. That was happening more and more lately.

It was hard to be a good girl. There were just so many ways to misbehave, and so many privileges to lose! The privilege of acting smart, of watching adult television, of not constantly drooling down her chin. The privilege of walking and talking and getting to cum. She hadn’t realised just how deluded she’d been about her rights, how much she’d taken for granted. Daddy said she had a lot to learn.

She reached the living room and crawled inside, grinning behind her dummy when she saw Daddy sitting in his chair. He looked up as she entered, his smiling eyes lingering on the sagging, yellowed nappy swinging between her legs.

“Uh-oh!” he said. “I think little Nora’s done a big pee-pee, hasn’t she?”

Nora blushed and giggled. His warm tone made butterflies flutter in her tummy. Even though Daddy could be very strict, he was very loving too. He held out his arms. “Come to Daddy, baby!”

Nora hurried over happily, eager for a nappy change. Even after a whole year with disgusting dirty diapers strapped to her bottom, she wasn’t used to the yucky feeling of going potty in her pants. Pee-pee wasn’t as bad as poopy, but she could feel the cold, icky wee-wee padding pressing against her privates, and if she thought about it for too long, it made her want to gag. She’d sank so deeply into her new lifestyle that sometimes she almost forgot she was a grown woman being punished, but a full diaper that badly needed changing would always remind her.

She reached Daddy and got up on her knees, looking at him adoringly, her pacifier bobbing cutely between her lips.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked. “Did you come looking for Daddy?”

Nora nodded her head and wiggled her bottom, making her soaked nappy sway from side to side between her bare thighs like a pendulum. She looked down at it pointedly and then back up to him. She wasn’t allowed to speak unless a grown-up removed her soother, so she gurgled stupidly, hoping it would put him in a good mood.

He laughed. “I think I know what my baby wants,” he said, and Nora grinned more widely behind her paci. Good. She could get out of this horrible thing at least. “My little girl wants to suck!”

Nora’s face fell as Daddy unbuckled his belt, undid his zipper, and pulled out his hardening cock. No! That’s not what she wanted! She shook her head and gestured down at her wet diaper, but Daddy just pulled her dummy out of her mouth and, before she could say a word, shoved his dick between her lips.

Nora groaned in displeasure, but she didn’t fight. She’d lost the privilege of saying no to him long ago. Her sore asshole and her tramp stamp tattoo (“Daddy’s Baby Bitch”) could attest to that. Once, she’d hated anal and been adamant that she didn’t want any tattoos. Well, she supposed that was still true... But Daddy was in charge of her body now, and Daddy liked to use her butt, and he liked the way she looked with a trashy tramp stamp on her lower back, so now she did anal and had tats. She’d never liked blowjobs either, but Daddy loved to feel her mouth wrapped around his cock, so…

He pumped her face up and down, his hands gripping her pigtails tightly. “That’s a good girl,” he said, breathing heavily. “That’s a good girl, Nora. This is where you belong, nice and safe with Daddy.”

Nora gagged and choked on his cock, feeling it shoving into her throat.

“My precious girl. A good baby who knows her place. Who might just spend the rest of her life in diapers.”

Nora moaned unhappily at that. She struggled to extract her lips from Daddy’s dick, but he was too strong, and she didn’t dare bite down. The rest of her life?! That wasn’t right!

You feel a growing pressure in your bowels, too, but you know better than to release that now. Mommy enjoys watching you 'make stinkies' for her. You know if you can hold it until at least breakfast, there is an outside chance she'll help you "make cummies" in your messy pants later, and that opportunity is too rare to ever risk for something as silly as your adult dignity or discomfort.

You turn your head as you hear the door open and see Mommy enter the nursery.

You smile broadly at her and let out a little, happy giggle, as you've been trained to do, despite the fear that boils in your belly every time you see your captor.

"Good morning, baby!" She coos as she always does, "Someone happy to see me! Yes they are! Yes they are!"

She pinches your check as she lowers the rail if your crib, scooping you into her arms with the near supernatural strength you've come to expect from the large woman.

You wrap your arms around her as she carries you towards the changing table, babbling wordlessly to her behind your binkie.

"Such a chatter box this morning!" She exclaims as she lays you down, "Is it because you know what day it is?"

Your heart catches a bit at her last question. What day it is? Today was different than every other one since you found yourself trapped in this world of perpetual babyhood?

Your babbling slows and you look up at Mommy with big, curious eyes as she unsnaps your onesie.

"That's right, sweetie! It's Easter! And the Easter Bunny came just for you today!"

You squirm a little at those words. Easter? So, it must be March? Or April?

When were you taken? Mid-January? You've only been here a few months? Fallen so far in so little time?

Cool air brushes your crotch as your diaper's opened, drawing your attention back to your present situation.

"That's right, the Easter Bunny," Mommy continues as she changes you, responding to your imagined, infantile responses, "And he told me he'd make a special deal with you if you are extra good on your egg hunt!"

A shiver works its way down your whole body at those words, caused by a combination of the cool wipe brushing your groin and the soft fear from the idea of playing another of Mommy's special 'games.'

You kick your legs slightly and suckle your binkie nervously as you stare up at Mommy, waiting for her to share the rules of whatever twisted contest she's cooked up in her mind.

She doesn't leave you hanging for long.

"The Easter Bunny's hid 10 eggs out in the yard that he wants you to find," she starts, "But, he left this one, special egg, for Mommy to hide in you!"

She holds up a hot pink, silicone egg, in front of you.

Your mouth goes dry as you recognize it.

The smooth, round shape.

The soft outer cover.

You used to play with one just like it before Mommy kidnapped you.

It's a vibrator.

Before you can react, though, Mommy is covering it with a layer of lubricant and sliding it into your disused hole, causing you to shudder and gasp at the sudden sensation of feeling full.

The gasp turns to a low moan as, without warning, the egg begins to buzz to life inside of you.

Your eyes roll back in your head and you reach for your no-no bits, the sudden, pleasurable sensation causing you to want to fight for some sweet, adult release.

Mommy bats your hand away.

"Nuh, uh, uh! Bad baby! Do you want to lose the game before you even hear the rules?"

You whimper in frustration as Mommy chastises you, but you know better than to disobey now.

"Good," she says as you comply, "Good, good! Now, here's the Easter Bunny's game!"

She pulls out a fresh diaper, this one appropriately adorned with images of baby rabbits and begins taping it onto you as she talks.

"It's pretty simple: You need to find all of his eggs, all while holding his special egg inside this adorable little diaper of yours! If you can do that while proving your a big kid, by keeping yourself in control, he says he'll use his 'magic' to set you free!"

Your heart leaps at Mommy's words. You could be set free after today? Allowed to be an adult again?

You can't keep an excited smile from blossoming on your face.

"That's right, sweetie!" Your captor coos, placing a hand on the front of your diaper as your optimism shines though, "You can be a big kid again!"

She squeezes your crotch, suddenly reminding you of the buzzing egg inside of you, and causing you to shudder in pleasure.

"But," she continues, "If you can't prove you're a big kid, and give into you… baser urges."

She hides a chuckle.

"Well, then Mr. Bunny says he's going to use his special magic to make sure you're mine forever."

Those words sober you quickly.

Mommy's forever if you cum.

The implications are clear.

You remain trapped in your own head, trying to game plan how to win this contest, letting Mommy dress you, as you find yourself already constantly on the verge of release by the special Easter egg filling you up.

It doesn't take long until you're in Mommy's backyard, standing barefoot in the grass, holding an Easter basket.

Your onesie proudly declares that you're "Mommy's Favorite Bunny."

You can see 4 eggs laying in the lawn already.

Hope fills you as you realize, you might be able to do this.

"Are you ready to start our little game?" Mommy asks.

You look back at her and nod your head in affirmation, binkie still bobbing rhythmically in your mouth.

"Ok then," she continues, "On your mark. Get set. Go!"

And with that, you're off, toddling towards the first egg you see.

You grab it quickly, toss it in your basket, and let out a little gasp.

The vibration of the egg tucked into you that you've become used to, suddenly intensifies, causing your knees to shake as pleasure suddenly threatens to overwhelm you.

So that's Mommy's game.

You gather yourself, fighting back the fresh waves of pleasure, and toddle forward more deliberately before grabbing the second egg.

You throw the new egg in your basket, and, as suspected, the vibrator inside of you begins to buzz even more intensely. The sensation, even after just two eggs, threatening to overwhelm you.

"What's wrong, baby? Giving up already?" Mommy chides from the corner, phone in hand, clearly controlling the intensity of the buzzing inside of you.

You grind your teeth into the rubber nipple of your pacifier as you fight off the waves of pleasure and shake your head, 'No,' before continuing on your hunt.

And hunt you do. Gathering egg after egg, fighting off your "based urges," as Mommy called them, as the buzzing of the egg inside of you slowly threatens to push you over the edge.

Finally, there is only one egg left, but you can't find it anywhere.

It's not in the grass. The bushes. The trees.

Each step is excruciating, as you desperately try to fight off the overwhelming desire to let yourself go, to just collapse of the spot, and cum over and over and over again.

You hear loud laughter from the corner of the yard as your search becomes increasingly desperate.

"What's wrong, baby? Missing an egg?" Mommy laughs.

You turn to see her, sitting, legs spread on a chair, her Easter dress pulled up to reveal her neatly shaved pussy.

"Have you tried checking in here?"

Your stomach drops as understanding hits you.

The last egg is like yours. But, instead of hidden in you, it's tucked deep inside of your captor.

You almost lose control just thinking about placing your lips on Mommy's beautiful slit.

"Well, what are you waiting for, silly," Mommy beckons with a sultry tone, "Come find your last egg."

You find yourself drawn to the siren's call of your captor's sultry flower like a sailor drawn to the rocks on Odysseus's ship, aware of the danger, but unable to alter course.

You drop to your knees, letting Mommy pull your paci from between your lips before pressing your mouth firmly against her slit.

Your diaper crinkles beneath you as your tongue darts between her lips.

She lets out a deep moan as the tip of your tongue brushes against the hard exterior of her egg, pressing it deeper inside of her.

"Good baby," she purrs as she grips your hair between her fingers and pulls you deeper between your legs.

You let out a moan of your own as the whole situation, plus the pulsing of your own vibrator, threatens to overwhelm you.

You let the motion of your tongue, searching sloppily inside of the beautiful woman with your head in her hands, slow, as you try to bring yourself under control.

Mommy notices your slowing and pulls your hair.

"Naughty baby," she groans, pulling your hair, "Find that egg."

The warning tone in her voice speaks louder than your words. And, you are suddenly worried that if you stall any longer, you are going to lose control before Mommy's egg is in your basket, and this will all be for not.

You bury your face between Mommy's wet thighs, and beging to search with your tongue for the loop you know must be attached to the vibrator that is your price.

As you do, Mommy's body pulses around you. She growls and moans in a way that sends you back to before. Back when you were still considered an adult.

Your tongue finally hooks into the plastic loop, attached to the end of the vibrator. You try and move your head back to pull, but it's too late.

Mommy's thighs are wrapped around your head

You're stuck.

In a moment, you feel her warm, wet slit constrict around your tongue.

She throws her head back and screams as she cums on your face.

Knowing you've made Mommy cum is all you need to lose control yourself.