A Curious Baby Girl

by Sabante, Cindel

  I stared down at the ground. My shoes lit up with each step. I cursed the lights. I was wearing children's shoes. And my socks had frills on the ankle. I was in a diaper. A soaked, leaking diaper! And the only thing I was carrying in my pockets was a pacifier.

  Not an adult. Not anymore. But I can't be a baby. I can't do this.

  Olivia unlocked the car and opened the backseat for me. But I didn't move. I looked her in the eyes as I pointed to the passenger side. "I want to sit in the front."

  She shook her head. "Little girls sit-"

  I cut her off. Anger boiled out of me. "I'm not a little girl! I want to sit in the front!"

  Olivia grabbed my arms. For a moment, I thought she was going to force me into the backseat. Instead, she pulled me into a hug, pressing my head to her chest. I listened to her heartbeat as she held me.

  "Accidents happen," she said as she tried to sooth me. "If you're going to wear diapers, you're going to leak sometimes."

  "I don't want to wear diapers," I sobbed. "I'm not a baby!"

  Olivia sighed as she pulled me into the backseat. "If that's what you really want. I can drop you off at your apartment."

  My stomach fell. Drop me off? She's just going to leave me? Why isn't she arguing?!

  "I... I don't want to go home. I want to stay with you."

  "Well you are running out of options then. You can be Alexia, and I can take you back to your apartment, or you can be Lexi, and I can take you home with me. You need to choose."

  Alexia or Lexi. An independent adult or a baby girl who can't even use a toilet.

  I didn't even need to think about it. There was only one choice really. The only problem I was having now was admitting it.

  "I want... I want..." The words caught in my throat. I closed my eyes and took a breath. "I want to be Lexi..."

  Olivia reached across me and grabbed the seatbelt. She buckled me in, then kissed my cheek. "I know you do. But sometimes I have to let you remind yourself." She kissed me again, this time on the lips. "It gets easier you know. Trust me."

  "I do trust you. Probably more than I should."

  Before Olivia climbed out of the backseat, she pulled the pacifier out of my bib pocket. She pressed it to my lips. "Be a good girl."

  I sucked the pacifier in and sat back, relaxing as the paci squeaked between my lips.

  I'm so confused.

  The engine started up. The car began to move.

  I threw my head back and closed my eyes. My stomach twisted itself into knots as I tried to separate my feelings towards Olivia, the diapers, and our arrangement. But no matter how hard I tried, they wouldn't come apart in my head. One couldn't exist without the other. And I wasn't sure which of the three I liked the most.

  I should have never looked in that box.

  It was the only other answer that made sense. If it wasn't for the box, I would have kept on living a normal life. Things would be simple. My day would make sense.

  I'd be bored.

  I laughed at myself. The last couple of days had been the most interesting of my life. And if I stayed with Olivia, I had no doubt that it would only get crazier from here.

  I don't have to decide now. The day could get better.

  The knot in my stomach loosened. And when I looked up, I saw Olivia staring at me through the rear view. Her eyes squinted. She was smiling. I couldn't help but smile back.

  I don't have to decide now. The day will get better.

  Chapter Fourteen

  As soon as we walked into the house, Olivia had me pull off my shoes. And before I took another step, she popped the snaps of the shortalls, freeing the suspenders. She pulled my shorts down and looked at my sagging diaper.

  "I told you not to drink all that soda," she said as she patted the wet mess between my legs. "I should really punish you for not listening, but I think you've had enough already today."

  I nodded in agreement. "I'm sorry for not listening."

  Olivia pulled at the tapes of my diaper. "Maybe next time you'll follow directions." As soon as my diaper was off, Olivia tapped me on the ass playfully. "Next time it's a spanking."

  I shivered at the thought.

  "Meet me in the nursery," she said as she walked away with my dirty diaper. "I'll be up in a minute."

  "Can I walk there?" I asked, still feeling self-conscious about acting like a baby. "Please?"

  Olivia sighed and pointed towards the stairs. "Just meet me in the nursery. We'll talk when I get up there."

  That sounded like a yes to me. Without any pants, I walked up the stairs for the first time since I'd been in the house. It felt awkward when I knew it should have been the most normal thing I'd done today. By the time I reached the top of the steps, I felt so out of place that I dropped back to my hands and knees, crawling the rest of the way towards my room.

  I'm so fucked up.

  I waited on the floor with my legs crossed and my hands in my lap. Olivia walked in a minute later with a bottle in her hand.

  "Up on the table," she said as she pointed. "Let's get you changed."

  Changed back into a diaper, I thought nervously as I moved towards the changing station. My heart hammered in my chest. But nervous arousal swirled in my gut. Why do I want this?!

  As soon as I laid back on the table, Olivia pressed the bottle to my lips. She pulled my hand to the bottle, then rubbed her fingers down my cheek when I started drinking. With each pull, bubbles shot through the bottle. And with each pull, my nervousness grew.

  I'm drinking formula.

  Olivia tapped my thigh. My legs rose into the air.

  I'm being diapered.

  The rustle of plastic filled the room. When I lowered myself back to the table, I felt the diaper under me.

  I sound like a baby.

  She dusted me with baby powder.

  I smell like a baby.

  Olivia pulled the diaper between my legs. The tapes clung tightly. She patted the front of my diaper and smiled down at me.

  I look like a baby. I FEEL like a baby...

  My bottle was nearly empty. Before I climbed down from the table, I sucked the last few ounces down, then handed the bottle back to Olivia. "All done."

  "That's my good girl," she said as she helped me down.

  I looked up at Olivia from the floor.

  I'm her baby.

  "What are we going to do now?" I asked.

  Olivia sighed. Her hands dropped to her hips. "Well, you've had a stressful morning. And I have some work I need to do. So..."

  Olivia walked towards the crib. After unlocked the built-in door, she opened it, then turned back to me. "I think it's time for my little girl to take a nap."

  My eyes went wide. She wanted to lock me away in the crib. She wanted to leave me in here all alone.

  "I'm not sleepy," I said quickly. "I don't need a nap."

  Olivia pointed towards the crib. "Baby girls don't get to decide that. Mommy says its nap time. And that means now."

  I held my ground. "No! I don't want a nap!"

  She stepped away from the crib door. "Are you looking for a sore bottom today? You've been naughty all morning."

  "I don't want to be spanked," I said as I dropped my eyes. And when I did, I saw the diaper I was wearing.

  I'm a baby...

  Olivia dropped into a crouch. "You have a choice here Lexi. You can be a good girl and crawl into the crib right now, or I can pull you over my knee and spank you until you behave. You'll be in that crib one way or the other. Whether your butt hurts when you are is up to you."

  Any fight I had left drained out of me with at her words. I still remembered the spankings she'd given me when we first met. I wasn't looking to repeat the experience. I dropped to my hands and crawled towards the open door.

  I'm a baby. She's my Mommy. I do what she says.

  "Wait," called Olivia just as I reached the crib. "Wait wait wait."

  I turned around. Had she changed her mind?

  "Almost forgot this,"
she said as she clipped a pacifier to my shirt. She pushed the nipple between my lips, then patted me on my diapered butt. "In you go baby girl. Get nice and comfy."

  My heart thundered in my chest as I crawled up onto the mattress. And as soon as I was inside, the door closed behind me. I heard the click of a lock. When I turned around, Olivia smiled at me through the bars of the crib.

  "Don't try and climb out okay?" she said as she looked at me with concern. "You could really hurt yourself if you try."

  "Okay..."

  Olivia stepped up onto the railing of the crib and leaned over, reaching for the wall. She pulled a pink marker from the side of the dry erase board, then wrote something across the board. After putting the marker back, she hopped down and smiled at me.

  "Take a look," she said as she pointed towards the whiteboard. "It's official."

  I looked up and couldn't help but smile when I saw what she'd done. She'd written "Lexi" on the board. With a butterfly on either side of my name and a heart over the letter i, the nameplate was cute and childish, just like everything else in the room, including me.

  "I'll come check on you in a couple of hours Lexi. Have sweet dreams."

  Olivia walked out of the room. I heard the lock on the nursery door click too. She'd locked me in a crib and for good measure, made sure I stayed in the nursery if I somehow got out of bed.

  I sighed as I laid down. I thought about climbing out, but Olivia was right about one thing. If I managed to get over the four foot railing, there was a real chance I could hurt myself when I dropped down to the floor. And if I did climb out, where was I going to go?

  I grabbed the blanket from the corner of the crib and threw it over my naked legs. With nothing left to do, I slid my hands behind my head and stared up at the ceiling fan, watching the blades spin in lazy circles.

  Nineteen years old and back in diapers. I had a paci in my mouth, ribbons in my hair, and crib bars all around me. I was in a nursery with my name on it. And on the other side of the door, a woman I called Mommy was doing whatever she liked while I obeyed her every rule.

  I spent a good while thinking. My mind went back to the box of diapers that started this all. Part of me still wished I'd never opened those cardboard flaps. Part of me wanted to rip the diaper off in defiance. I wanted to prove I was an adult. I wanted to prove I was in control of my own life.

  But it was a small part of me. And that little piece was shrinking with every minute that passed. Because the longer I lived under Olivia's rules, the more I craved it. Even as the humiliation of being locked in a crib clawed at me, it fueled a desire that I didn't know I had until I'd opened the box.

  "I'm a baby," I said out loud, testing how the words sounded. My words slurred thanks to the pacifier in my mouth. I giggled to myself as I shook my hips, listening to the sound my diaper made. "I'm a baby."

  I sucked on my pacifier, driving the plastic shield against my lips. I'm a baby. And I like it.

  I smiled behind the pacifier as I turned my head, staring at the nursery door.

  I'm her baby, I thought as I pictured Olivia in my mind. And I'm falling in love with her.

  Chapter Fifteen

  "Wake up Lexi," said a sweet voice in my ear. "I have something to show you."

  My eyes opened. And when I saw Olivia through the wooden slats of the crib, I smiled at her. I couldn't think of anything else I'd rather see when I woke up.

  "Have a nice nap?" she asked as she unlocked the door of the crib.

  "I think so," I said as I rubbed my eyes and stretched my limbs. "How long was I asleep?"

  "You've been in here for a couple of hours. I came to get you earlier, but you were out so I let you nap a little longer."

  I can't believe I actually fell asleep in here.

  Before I sat up, I dropped a hand between my legs, checking to see if I was wet. But when I pressed my hand against the diaper, there was no squish. For the first time in two days, I'd woken up dry.

  Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

  "Well, are you coming out?" Olivia asked as she waited by the door.

  As soon as I was out of the crib, Olivia walked out of the nursery, curling her finger in the air above her shoulder as a signal for me to follow.

  I crawled out of the nursery and caught up with Olivia. After sliding down the stairs, I joined her by the couch. And when she tapped the cushion next to her, I climbed up on the sofa, pressing myself into her side.

  "I made you something," she said as she pulled a light pink photo album off the coffee table. "I don't think we'll be seeing each other that much during the week, so I wanted you to have this as a reminder."

  White lace bordered the outside edged of the album. In each corner sat a small pink bow. And right in the middle of the cover, in bold pink lettering, were the words "Baby Lexi."

  "Go ahead," she said as she slid the book into my lap. "Take a look."

  I opened the picture book nervously. And when I saw the first of the pictures Olivia had taken on her phone on glossy paper tucked into sleeved plastic pages, I gasped. I was there on the page, frozen in time as I came down a slide in the first diaper Olivia ever put me in. I'd been so embarrassed when I'd first seen the picture, but now I smiled as I remembered the fun I had at Chuck E Cheese.

  I looked at each page, remembering exactly when Olivia snapped the photo. I saw myself as she must have seen me. I smiled at the pictures of me in the unicorn onesie and short pink skirt. I hadn't known it yesterday, but the skirt didn't hide anything. In every picture she took, I could see the bottom of my onesie, and the little bit of diaper that the childish shirt didn't cover.

  There were pictures of me sucking on my pacifiers. Pictures of me in the high chair. Pictures where I was crawling around, or hugging my bunny, or just plain mugging for the camera. There was photo proof of my wet diapers, and more than one shot of me laying on the changing table waiting for Olivia. There were even a couple of me in the crib, taken while I was sleeping. With my head turned towards the camera, I looked so peaceful behind the crib bars, with a pacifier in my mouth and my diaper on display.

  It was a book full of happy memories, but none of them stirred the feeling in my gut more than the selfies Olivia took with me. I smiled wide at the pictures of us with our cheeks pressed together. Olivia smiled at the camera while I sucked on my pacifier. Only the corners of my upturned lips peeked out from behind the plastic shield. Seeing how happy we were in the photo made my eyes mist up.

  "What do you think?" asked Olivia as she pulled me closer. "Like it?"

  I closed the album and nodded quickly before throwing myself against Olivia. Any doubt I'd been harboring today burned away in an instant. I just wanted to hold her. To feel her against me. And I never wanted her to let me go.

  Neither one of us said anything for quite awhile. We were content in each other's arms. I popped my pacifier in as I pressed my head against Olivia's chest. But she pulled it back out a minute later so she could drop her lips to mine.

  By the time she pulled away from me, I was ready to rip her clothes off. But then she said something that brought the fear right back to my belly.

  Olivia looked into my eyes. "We need to talk."

  Oh no. No no no. She can't break up with me. Not now!

  "What... What do you want to talk about?" I asked as I pulled away from Olivia and tucked my knees to my chin.

  She dropped a hand on my leg and smiled warmly at me. "Not that kind of talk. If you're worried about me calling this off, don't be."

  I relaxed and my tummy lightened.

  "Look, I'm just going to come right out and say it. I haven't felt the way I feel about you with anyone else before. These last few days have been the best I've ever had." She took a breath. "Remember what you asked me in the car that first day? About what we were? I didn't have an answer for you then, but I do now. I want to be your girlfriend. And I want to keep being your Mommy."

  Her words brought me to the verge of tears. All of the anxie
ty and desire bubbled up at once, threatening to overwhelm me. I threw myself into Olivia's arms once more.

  She rubbed my back slowly. "So, does this mean you agree with me?"

  I laughed as I pushed away happy tears. "Yes! This whole weekend has been insane, but every time I think about stopping, my heart hurts. I want to be with you Olivia. And I want to keep being your baby girl. This just feels right."

  There wasn't a whole lot of talking after that. At some point we stopped kissing long enough to pull our shirts off. And I wasn't quite sure how she did it, but Olivia slithered out of her jeans without breaking away from me. But before I could pull her undies down, she pushed me away and shook her head.

  "Not here," she said as she looked me in the eyes. She motioned towards the stairs. "Bedroom. Now."

  I rolled off the couch and started crawling across the living room. But before I moved a few feet, Olivia slapped my diapered ass.

  "No crawling. Not right now. Get up and move."

  We practically ran to the bedroom. We fell to the mattress as a tangle of limbs. Olivia kissed me roughly while I held her tits between my fingers, twisting them as I listened to her sighs. Slowly, we inched our way to the pillows. With Olivia on top of me, she ground her hips against mine, making my diaper crinkle as she rubbed against me.

  "I want to fuck you," she said as her hips rolled. She held my arms down at the wrists. "Hard. Rough. I want to hear you moan."

  "Do it," I whispered. "You're the one on top."

  Olivia opened a drawer on her nightstand. When her hand emerged, it was clutching a long, thick cock. The dildo looked intimidating, and when she twisted a knob at the base, a low hum cut through the air. The cock moves in small circles as it vibrated.

  "I need to buy a harness," she said as she ripped at the tapes of my diaper. "Then we could have some real fun." She ran the vibrating cock across my wet pussy. "But for now, I'll make do like this."

  The dildo slid into me with ease, parting my folds and diving deep. The vibrations radiated through me, making me sigh in pleasure almost instantly. And as Olivia started sliding the cock in and out slowly, she leaned in, dropping kisses on my nipples before dragging her tongue across my hardened tips.