The Egg Hunt
You wake up like you always do, squirming in the oversized crib Mommy, your captor, put you in the night before.
You squirm in discomfort, the dry diaper between your legs crinkling lightly, as your bladder screams at you for the sweet pleasure of release.
You hate this part of the day. The part that reminds you what you really are. That, despite the onesies, the diapers, the binkies, and the blankie, you're not the actual infant Mommy forces you to pretend to be. That despite all she's done to you, despite how much you pretend otherwise, underneath it all you're still a fully functioning adult--one who held a job, drove a car, and is still potty trained--just waiting to be set free.
You don't let yourself suffer for long, quickly releasing the urine your body refused to let go of on its on overnight. The warm sensation as you flood your diaper and the sudden feeling of relief causing you to kick and giggle in delight, just as Mommy has trained you to do.
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.
You thrust your hips into the diaper strapped around your waist, roll your eyes back in your head, and scream into Mommy's crotch as, wave after wave of pleasure rocks your body, and you seal your destiny to be Mommy's precious little baby for the rest of your life.
