by River Belle
My dick grew a little bigger.
Chapter 49
I pulled the romper suit down Rosie’s slim white torso, then past her groin and legs, revealing her perfect little pink quim. She had a few delicate wisps of chestnut brown pubic hair above the slit, and then the most perfect, smooth little labia, which I longed to stroke.
But I had to remain focused. Had to get Rosie in her fresh, new nappy, and then put her to bed.
I looked at the many towelly-looking nappies which had been left here, freshly laundered that morning by the maid, and tried to decide which would be the most appropriate fit. Rosie did seem to be quite petite. My other girls were a couple of sizes bigger than Rosie, and it felt delightful to me to be choosing a nappy so small, designed for Rosie’s slim little hips. I’d bought really expensive nappies for my little girl - only the best - with a touch of finest moisturising ointment from Camden market to protect her skin, and the softest, most luxuriant fabric I could find. For a while, I’d favoured Egyptian cotton for the nappies, but recently I’d been selecting a mixture of a variety of highland wools with cotton, in order for the nappies to be even more absorbent and comfortable.
I opened out the nappy, noticing Rosie’s eyes widen slightly when she heard the soft crackle of the nappy material. Then I ran the inside of the nappy, the smooth fabric, over her sweet little entrance. ‘There, see?’ I said . ‘Only the best for my sweet Baby.’
Rosie ground her backside into the changing mat, obviously enjoying the feeling of the nappy on her pussy. I lifted her up by the hips, and lay her down on the nappy, then carefully wrapped it around her. When I felt as the though the nappy was secure, a took a large safety pin, and fastened it at the side, and then another, pulling the fabric tight again, and firmly fastened it for the second time.
She lay there, perfectly calm, enjoying the feeling of her groin enclosed in the safety of the nappy. She looked so perfect, with her big tits and tiny waist, and a nice big nappy around her. I felt so proud that she was mine. I couldn’t wait until she started crawling around the house, until she began entertaining patrons. Those breasts were going to look amazing, swinging around beneath her as she moved about on all fours.
But then, all of a sudden, Rosie pulled a strange face. Her eyebrows knitted together, she looked like she was concentrating really hard, and then I smelt the overpowering odour of baby mess.
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‘Naughty Baby!’ I said. ‘Daddy only just put your nappy on! What a waste of an expensive nappy! Maid is going to have to clean the nappy, and we might even have to burn it, based on the wretched stench you’ve produced.’
But in truth, even though I was speaking like that, I was extremely pleased. It had taken days for the other Babies to dare to shit in my presence - weeks, even for Margaret.
Rosie really was special, being able to let go of all her inhibitions like this in front of me.
The agency had obviously been feeding her up on formula, because her shit was runny and light brown, just like my other Babies.
I undid the sticky tabs on the nappy, and turned around to get a plastic bag to put all the mess in.
When I turned back to the changing mat, Rosie had her hands in her nappy, and was rubbing her fingers in her shit. At first I thought she was touching herself. My little girl playing with herself in front of Daddy on her first day! But no. I realised that wasn’t it at all. She was rubbing his fingers in her poop.
‘No, Baby! No!’ I said, smiling from ear to ear.
What a cheeky Baby I had got myself here.
By this time my dick was rock hard. I couldn’t believe my luck.
Rosie just stared into my eyes, feeling her shit and blinking up at me.
‘Naughty Baby,’ I said, mesmerized.
She brought one of her hands out of her nappy, and lifted it up towards me, as if offering it up for me to smell.
I didn’t need to bring my nose close to it to smell it, though. It smelt terrible. My sweet, sweet, disgusting Baby was really excelling herself.
Naughty Baby,’ I said again, undoing my pants without realizing what I was doing.
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Rosie didn’t react when I pulled out my big, hard cock. Some of the other Babies had smiled when they’d first seen it, but not Rosie. She was too busy playing with her own shit.
Unable to leave the enormous pressure inside me unattended to, I grabbed hold of my cock, and pulled it a few times. I groaned with relief.
Then I looked down at my shitty little Baby, unsure what to do with myself. I wanted her. I wanted her so badly. But it would be going against all my policies.
I opened out the nappy fully, wincing slightly at the worsening smell, and dipped my fingers deep into Rosie’s shit, feeling the warm, wet excrement all over my fingertips. Then I lifted out my hand, and I painted Rosie’s teats with it. Big brown smears all over her nipples. She squirmed as I did it, and opened her mouth a little in pleasure.
Then she took her own hands and began to copy Daddy, carelessly smearing shit over herself, getting it in her hair, on her cheeks, a twisted smile beginning to appear on her face. She reached out to me and smeared her shit on my nice white shirt as well, until we were both covered in it.
I noticed that her little pussy lips had pulled apart a touch, that a thin line of spit had formed between the lips, that my new Baby was desperate to fuck.
I grabbed the baby wipes from beside Rosie’s cot and quickly wiped my dick, which had got dirty now too. Then I brought the wipe down to her pussy, getting rid of most of the mess, and I pinned her down on the changing mat, and pushed my cock into her pussy.
It was a little tight going in - for all I knew, Rosie was still a virgin - but her muscles soon relaxed, enabling me to fuck her hard.
The smell of shit while we fucked was really overpowering, and it was all over my shirt now, seeping against my skin. I had never fucked any of my other Babies like this. Changing time was normally sacred. We didn’t mix faeces and fucking.
But this… this was incredible.
Rosie still remained silent, looking up at me with her big, inquisitive eyes, but I could tell how much she was enjoying it. Her pussy was so wet, and the twisted little smile remained on her lips.
I grabbed her shit-smeared breasts as we fucked, desperate to put them in my mouth, but not until I’d cleaned her. Then I turned her over, face-down on the changing mat, putting her head to one side so she didn’t suffocate, and I began circling her little clit, making her legs tremble and her breath become heavy.
I pressed my cock against her entrance, pushing apart her swollen pussy lips, and then I plunged into her warm, wet passage.
Fuck! It was so wet in there now, it was like my cock was splashing about in baby formula! I began to fuck harder, my balls getting coated in Rosie’s warm, wet liquid. Then I squirted twenty-four long hours’ worth of desperately held-in cum, all the way up Rosie’s passage, coating her in my own, salty man-milk.
I pulled my aching, tender cock out of her pussy, and held my Baby close to me.
Her breasts were covered in excrement, and her belly was covered in it too. The changing mat was smeared brown, and there was shit on the carpet. It was a beautiful, beautiful mess.
I put my fingers between my Baby’s legs, stroking her soft center, feeling my thick spunk leaking out of her still-wide-open pussy, coating her thighs in semen.
Finally, panting and satisfied, I took out some more baby wipes, and I set about wiping both of us clean. I was glowing with pride.
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As I say, I always knew Rosie was something special. And pretty soon, all the other Babies knew it too. I saw Margaret, my eldest, exploring her with her fingers one day, and I often walk into the nursery to find Ben jerking off over her.
She’s everyone’s favourite, and it’s no wonder. Those dirty nappys are a daily occurrence, and they never fail to make my cock hard.
I guess I’m just a sucker for a dirty, dirty girl.
PART EIGHT
DIAPERED BY THE GOVERNESS
Chapter 53
‘Come in girl, come out of the cold,’ said the Governess. The woman before me was slim and austere. She wore a scrunched up grey dress, with a bonnet, pulled tight around her face. On her breast was embroidered a small white rose. This was the mark of the Lancashire Workhouse For The Poor, the largest and cruelest workhouse in the whole of the United Kingdom. After years of worse and worse luck, I had finally been sent on the long, dark journey to the workhouse by my local magistrate. I’d heard stories of the oddness and brutality of the place, but nothing could have prepared me for what lay ahead.
‘Thank you, Governess,’ I said to the stern-looking woman in front of me. I was so relieved to be allowed to come in from the cold. The entrance chamber of the workhouse was not overly warm, but it was a much-needed reprieve from the harsh blowing wind of the outside.
‘It is a pleasure dear, and a pleasure to welcome you to our little community,’ she said as we started to walk together through the high-ceilinged entranceway. I could smell coal being burned somewhere nearby, and it was almost silent in here, save for our soft footsteps. I was surprised not to be able to hear the banging of irons and hammers nearby, but I supposed it was too late in the evening for people to be working. ‘Do you have no things?’ she asked.
‘No, Governess, no possessions whatsoever. Nothing save for the clothes on my back.’
‘Very good,’ she said.
At the end of the rather chilly room stood a man. I was a little surprised to see a man in the workhouse, as it was for women only. I’d assumed that men wouldn’t be allowed in a single sex workhouse at all. I wondered why it was that this figure was here.
‘This is our Chaplain, Dr. Michaels. He tends to the needs of the flesh of the sisters here. Although the Lord above looks after our souls, the occasional ailment does slip between these holy walls,’ she said, crossing herself, ‘Dr. Michaels is always here to look after any needs that the sisters might have. Isn’t that right, doctor?’
The doctor stepped forward and his face was lit by a nearby flickering candle. I could see that he was a middle-aged man, just starting to grey around the temples. He had a furrowed, concerned brow, and seemed almost as though he had caught a whiff of something nasty on the air.
‘Pleased to meet you, Miss…?’
‘My name is Virginia, doctor,’ said the Governess, responding immediately to the doctor’s question. I hated my name. Something about it always made me sound so prim and proper, like a little toff. I was no toff, make no mistake. I wasn’t born on the streets, but I’d lived for most of my life in the gutter in Manchester. That horrible city with its smog-belching chimneys and tight-arse mill-owning nobles had shown me no love. I’d always tried to find work, and from time to time I’d managed. I even worked as a washer-woman for a while. Those were the days. But now here I was, totally wretched and at the mercy of these holier-than-thou prigs.
‘Virginia. What an interesting name,’ said the doctor, giving me a strange, half-smile. ‘I suppose we’ll have to see just how appropriate that name is.’ I didn’t quite know what he was talking about, but I tried to smile, glad for the darkness of the room.
‘Ah yes, the examination,’ said the Governess, lacing the fingers of her hands together into a contened knot. ‘Were you made aware of the requirements of this workhouse by the magistrate, Virginia?’
Requirements? What on earth did the Governess mean? I thought that the only requirement for this hellish place was that you were poor and willing to work.
‘I take it by your bemused look that you don’t know to what I am referring,’ she said, with an irritated little shake of her head. She tutted and looked disappointed. ‘Chastity, my dear. We demand chastity. An unbroken hymen. No touch of a man on your nether regions. Virginity and an intact maidenhood!’ As she spoke, getting more and more stern, I felt myself starting to blush. What on earth? Why would they need me to be a virgin?
Now, I had never dreamed of even letting a man touch me there let alone do anything more than just touching, but I must confess that I had thought about it many, many times. There had been men who’d tried, let me tell you. I was what you might call a pretty little thing. I’d been propositioned on occasion, and once I’d been offered work as a lady of the night, if you take my meaning. I was young, at only nineteen years old, and lithe enough. I just couldn’t bring myself to sell my body. I knew women who did it, and they were forever in danger for their lives, being beaten, treated like dirt. Even the relative safety of working in a brothel wouldn’t change the fact that you would essentially be a product, existing only for the pleasure of others. No, I had kept my modesty intact.
‘Governess, I am most certainly a virgin,’ I said, still blushing in the brazier’s warm light.
‘If you have nothing to hide, child, why do you blush so?’
‘I’m not used to discussing…immodesty, Governess.’
She seemed satisfied enough by the answer. She turned to Dr. Michaels. ‘Regardless of this young woman’s assertions, we will of course carry out full medical examination, as is our policy here at the Workhouse.’ The doctor nodded, with a sage, knowing look in his eye.
‘Indeed, Governess. I shall make sure that I am utterly thorough in my investigations.’
‘Oh not to worry, doctor, I think I shall sit in on this examination myself,’ she said. Her eyes played up and down my form for a moment, before she looked me straight in the eye. Something like fire burned in the centre of her pupils. ‘If she’s not intact, she won’t be joining us.’
A full medical examination? Whatever did they mean?
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As I followed the doctor and the Governess around the winding passageways of the workhouse, my mind raced with the information I had been given. I was to undergo a full medical examination, to discovery, among other things, whether I would be allowed to stay at the workhouse. It was dark throughout the building, with light coming from stinking wax candles and occasionally, in larger spaces, from low-hanging braziers. I’d never been in a place quite like this. The whole space felt like one giant, winding building, with solid slabs of grey stone portioning the place up into small little rooms and grander openings. As we walked, we passed a few other women, who covered their mouths with their hands. I’m sure I heard giggles and gasps as they saw the doctor. Or could it be because they’d seen me? Did they know what was in store for me? Had they been through exactly the same thing themselves?
Eventually, ahead of us stood a large, solid oak door, with a big keyhole. the Governess stepped forward and took a key from a chain at her waist.
‘Now dear Virginia, are you ready for your examination?’
‘Yes,’ I said, although I must confess my heart was sick with worry. No man had ever seen beneath my clothes.
‘Good. Now, you must remember that the doctor is a well trained man. He is going to introduce you to the standards of obedience and behaviour that we expect from the women of this workhouse.’
I began to feel extremely nervous. Just what was going to be done to me in the room behind the door? Why was I being given this speech about obedience and behaviour? Before I had time to think these worries through, the Governess had turned the large key in the lock. I heard the clunking latch turn, and we walked into the room.
It was musty in here and dark, even darker than the corridors of the workhouse had been. In the centre of the room was a sort of chair, but it was angled back, so that if someone were to sit in it, they’d almost be lying down.
‘Virginia,’ said Dr. Michaels, ‘have you ever been seen by a medical professional before?’
‘No, doctor,’ I said, shivering from the cold.
‘Well, just remember there is nothing untoward going on. Now, the Governess, if you wouldn’t mind locking the door.
I heard the key turn again behind us. Why would they bother locking me in here? It wasn’t as if I we
re going to escape.
‘Excellent,’ said the doctor. ‘Now Virginia, if you wouldn’t mind, could you pull your blouse back from your wrist? I need to have a look at the skin of your arms. In case of disease, you see.’
I looked at the Governess, and then glanced at my arm. I took hold of the coarse cloth of my blouse, and drew it back, bunching it at the elbow. The doctor moved closer to me. He had a peculiar smell, a sort of unholy chemical stench. He took out a small magnifying glass and held it up to my arm before gently taking hold of my wrist and scanning up and down my skin.
‘Excellent, excellent,’ he said, as he gripped me. Then, he made me hold my arm out and he gently, ever-so-gently stroked his finger along the length of my cold, pale forearm. I felt my skin pucker at his touch, as little goosebumps broke out over my body. He repeated the entire procedure with my other arm, and this time, he touched me so lightly that it was as though a feather had fallen onto my skin. I shivered a little.
‘Don’t fret dear. Your forearms seem fine. Now if you’d just lift your skirts a little for me, so that I may see your ankles.’ He seemed to be breathing a little more heavily now, almost as though he were out of breath. I glanced round at the Governess and she nodded at me, encouraging me. She had a hand draped down her front and, it was, it was resting right over her most private part. I looked down at the hand and almost felt as though it was moving slightly.
