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Easter Baby
🕑 Added 2022-04-19 14:33:31 +0000 UTCA sequel to New Year’s Baby.
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“Please, Daddy!” Natalie sobbed, “Not again! Don’t make me do it again!”
“Don’t be fussy, sweetheart,” Liam told his girlfriend sternly as he led her over to the stage curtains, beyond which the packed audience were talking and laughing with each other. “You’re going to do your little routine like a good girl or Daddy will make sure you can’t sit down for a week. Is that clear?”
Natalie whimpered and squirmed in her short yellow dress. Her hand instinctively shot to her padded bottom, as if Liam might yank down her nappy and start spanking her then and there. He’d done that in public before, and his spankings were always awful. “Yes Daddy,” she said weakly.
“Good baby,” he cooed sweetly, adjusting the pair of fluffy white bunny ears she had perched on top of her head. “Now go out there and make Daddy proud!” And with that, he pushed her out onto the stage.
Natalie stumbled out past the curtain and immediately felt her face turn scarlet. No matter how many times she’d gone through these absurd adult baby pageants for women undergoing regression sentences, it never got any easier, it never made the horrible sinking shame in her stomach disappear when she had to degrade herself in front of hundreds of people, not to mention a panel of judges. But then the music started up, and the threat of a spanking was enough to drive all other thoughts from her mind.
Natalie held her hands up in front of her chest in imitation of a rabbit, bent her knees a little, and started to hop along on the stage in time to the lilting, babyish Easter song, first a few hops to the left, then a few hops to the right, keeping a big fake grin on her face all the while. The audience laughed and cheered as she did her dance, pausing her hopping occasionally to turn and wiggle her diapered bottom at the crowd. Her ruffly dress was so short that at least two inches of her nappy peaked out beneath the hem, and when, quite suddenly, her bladder released in the middle of a hop and sent a strong rush of pee-pee into her pants, it sagged even lower between her thighs, taking on a yellowish tinge that matched the bright canary colour of her dress.
Natalie blushed even more furiously as she felt herself having a potty accident. It was getting harder and harder to tell when she had to pee lately. Her night-time control had already been totally eroded, and she now found herself waking up every morning with a sopping wet diaper squishing between her legs, much to Liam’s amusement. Nothing pleased her boyfriend more than to see her waddling over to him in the mornings in a sagging nappy to confess that she’d had another “bedtime wee-wee accident”. She could only hope the audience didn’t notice.
They did. There was a ripple of laughter through the crowd, and out of the corner of her eye, Natalie could see several of the judges tittering as they watched her drench her diaper with pee. But it was nothing compared to what happened next. Natalie stopped dancing abruptly, although the music continued in the background. She clenched her eyes shut and tried to block out the sounds of the crowd, trying desperately to imagine she was in her nursery at home, and not on a stage in front of who knew how many people. During their practise sessions, Daddy had made it clear what he wanted her to do, and Natalie knew that if she disobeyed him now, she’d be in for the biggest spanking of her life.
Some of the crowd were whispering to each other, wondering if the humiliation had gotten too much for her, perhaps hoping they’d get to see her Daddy march out on stage and take her over his knee. Natalie gritted her teeth and screwed up in face, as if in concentration. Then she sank into a squat, thrust out her Pampered bottom, and started straining to fill her nappy.
“Uh-oh!” Natalie squealed, just like Daddy had told her to do. She grunted loudly. “I hafta make a stinky!” And with that, she pushed a big, yucky mess right into her pants. Her nappy drooped so low that it was hanging halfway to her knees, and the whole audience had a clear view of diapered rear as the twenty-something-year-old woman loaded her baby pants like the overgrown toddler she legally was.
They burst into laughter and applause. Natalie felt like she was about to faint when she felt her boyfriend taking her by the arm and pulling her into a cuddle, her sagging bottom facing the stage. “Good girl, Natalie!” he praised, cupping the seat of her nappy and making sure to jostle it for the crowd’s amusement. “What a good baby for making your messies!”
Natalie started to cry, but Liam just chuckled and lifted her up into his arms, one hand under her bottom, pressing the yucky mess in her pants against her. “I think I’d better take this little one off for a change,” he said to the judges. “I’m sorry she couldn’t finish her little dance, but what can you expect from a big, dumb baby like Natalie?”
Natalie buried her face in her Daddy’s shoulder as she was carried backstage, sobbing into his shirt. “There, there, stinky pants,” he cooed, rubbing her back gently. “Daddy’s so proud of you for doing as you were told. You looked absolutely adorable. Even if you don’t win, you did a great job!”
Natalie continued to cry as her boyfriend laid her down on the floor where a changing mat had been set up for her.
“I think somebody’s earned herself a nappy change,” Liam said, with a tone that implied he was offering a very special treat. He flipped up the front of his baby girlfriend’s bright yellow dress and reached out to tickle her tummy, prompting an involuntary giggle from the tearful woman in front of him. He looked down at the beautiful woman turned stinky adult baby crying on the changing mat in front of him, and he smirked. “Happy Easter, baby.”
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Sorry about the lack of posts earlier this month – I ended up being busier than I thought I would with uni work, so I’ll be cramming everything into the next two weeks! More posts coming soon.
