Messy Jessie
Messy Jessie Reborn Part 1
(Oh this is a sexy, naughty, and messy installment! If you like your stories sweet, cute, asexual and clean, my advice is to give this one a pass!)
After feeding Jessie her breakfast (a high-fiber oatmeal to
promote good health and regularity), Amy retired to the bathroom to get ready
for the day. She knew she’d probably just be staying in and watching Jessie
today, but she still wanted to look her best for her big baby step sister. She
brushed and flossed, then carefully did her hair and applied her make-up. She
took a sexy dress from her closet and slipped it on, and then took a moment to
admire herself in the mirror. She smiled—perfect.
She padded down
the hall and into the living room. In front of the TV was a small wooden
playpen, its floor strewn with soft plush toys and baby games. In the center of
it sat Jessie, sulking, nude except for a big cloth diaper and a pair of
crinkly plastic pants. Amy had restored her intelligence to normal before
breakfast, forcing her to sit through her bland meal-- much of which wound up
on her face and bib, in part because of her own hypnotically induced
clumsiness, in part because Amy seemed to delight in making her as messy as
possible. Then Amy had plopped her, half naked, in a playpen and switched on
cartoons.
And that was where
she’d spent the last hour or so; stuck in a playpen watching mind-numbing kiddy
shows, unable to stand, walk, speak, or control her bladder and bowels, but her
mind was still horribly intact. She sighed, board out of her skull; sitting
there in the hot, uncomfortable diapers, the waist and leg-bands of the plastic
pants biting into the soft flesh around her middle and the tops of her thighs,
slurping a bottle of milk listlessly while she watched SpongeBob SquarePants, she
almost wished Amy hadn’t restored her adult faculties.
“How’re you
doing, babe?” Jessie turned to see Amy enter, looking gorgeous. Smirking, she
knelt down next to the playpen. “Mmmm… Big sister missed you,” she murmured,
reaching out to stroke her back – Jessie stiffened in response. “You look so
cute in your big diapers.” Amy reached out to touch her, but Jessie squirmed
and struggled away. Amy smirked, enjoying this small, pathetic rebellion. “Come
on, sweetheart, give big sis a kiss…” She cupped Jessie breast gently and
pulled her close, leaning over the railing of the playpen and kissing her on
the lips.
Jessie gave no
response, and pulled her head away as soon as it was finished. “OK, what’s
wrong?” Amy said with a sigh. “I don’t like it when you’re so pouty. Are you
wet?” Jessie squealed in protest as Amy stuck her hand down the front of her
diaper. “All dry. Did you make me a present?” she asked, hooking a finger down
the back waistband of the diaper and plastic pants and pulled them away from
her back and peered inside over Jesse’s vocal protests. “Nope… all clean.”
Jessie scowled at
her, folding her arms across her chest. “Fine,” Amy sighed, taking out the
remote and giving the pink button a squeeze.
Jessie gasped—she
could talk again! Sudden realization filled her mind like air into a drowning
man’s lungs—finally she could find the words to describe things and the possessed
ability to say them again.
“Now,” said Amy,
resting her chin on her palm, “what are you so pouty about?”
“Are you kidding
me?!” Jessie demanded. “Look at me! I’m in a diaper, in a playpen, drinking out
of a bottle and watching cartoons!”
“Your point
being…?”
“Amy, I’m a grown
woman, you can’t do this!”
“And yet… here we
sit.”
Jessie got up on
her hands and knees. “Even you have to see how sick this is, Amy! I’m sorry I
turned you in, I promise I won’t do it again, just let me go!” She crawled over to the edge of the pen and
put her hands on the top rail, peering out pathetically. “Please!”
“Let you go?” Amy
said, reaching out to touch her cheek softly. “I’ll never let you go…” she bent
down and kissed Jessie on the lips. “You just need to relax a bit…” She pulled the wall of the playpen open and
started coming toward her.
“W—w—what are you
doing?” Jessie said nervously, shrinking away from her. Amy grinned, looming
over her like a giantess.
“I know you’re
scared, honey,” Amy said softly. Jessie backed herself into the corner of the
playpen and was gazing up at her fearfully. “You just need something to take
your mind off of it.” Amy kneeled down by her side, smiling like a cat looking
at lunch. She reached out and began lightly scratching her nails across her
ribs, over her sides, and into her armpits. Jessie burst into squealing
laughter, writhing and squirming, too weak to escape.
“Amy! Please!”
she managed to wheeze between guffaws.
“Baby Jessie
needs a visit from the tickle monster to cheer her up!” Amy said sweetly,
digging her fingers into the soft flesh of her tummy. Jessie convulsed and
shrieked. She became aware of her diaper growing warm and damp between her
legs, humiliated when she realized she was wetting herself.
“STHHAAAPPP!” she
screamed through her laughter, kicking her legs and pissing her diaper
uncontrollably, the cloth growing hot and heavy beneath her bottom. “No more!”
“Lots more,” Amy
promised, bending down and pressing her hot, wet lips to Jessie’s belly and
blowing loud raspberries, making her kick and squeal.
Eventually, Jessie’s
struggles grew weaker as she became exhausted. “Please stop,” she begged
through her giggles.
“Hmmm… I don’t
know,” said Amy, tracing lazy circles around Jessie’s belly button with her
fingernail. “Tell you what—I’ll stop if you give me a nice big kiss…”
“Ok… ok…” she
said, nodding weakly. She licked her lips and puckered up of give Amy a peck on
the mouth.
Amy bent down and sealed her lips around
Jessie’s, grinding down hard and pushing her tongue into her mouth roughly.
Jessie struggled a little at first, but eventually melted into it. Amy broke
the kiss and then just lay next to her for a moment, feeling Jessie’s heartbeat
through her chest. Jessie lay still and sucked in big breaths, trying to get
her wind back. The ordeal had left her completely drained. Warily, she watched
Amy rise and exit the playpen, sealing it shut behind her. “Time to get started
on lunch,” she said. “Stay here and watch your cartoons like a good girl.”
“Amy…” Jessie
began, in one last attempt to appeal to Amy’s better nature. She saw Amy pick up the remote again, her
finger heading toward the pink button once more. “NO! Amy…” Her stepsister
grinned and hit the button. There was that sound again, so small it was almost
like it was a figment of her imagination. “Pwese don’!” she begged, once more
using baby talk.
“Be a good girl
honey,” Amy said, “I’ll be back soon.”
“A-MA!” Jessie squealed,
watching her sister depart. Great, she thought, sitting back in a huff, her
sopping wet diaper squishing under her tushy as she did. Pouting, she tossed
her teddy bear across the pen and folded her arms across her chest. With a
sigh, she reached across the floor, picked up her fallen bottle, and stuck it in
her mouth, sucking urgently, fuming as she slowly drank down her milk. Why was
Amy doing this to her? Had she really been that bad of an older sister? What
could she possibly to deserve this continuing humiliation? She shivered,
thinking back to Amy tickling, probing fingers… the helplessness that she’d
felt… the humiliation of wetting her diaper uncontrollably… and Amy’s
lingering, passionate kiss…
Burning with
shame, Jessie reached down, placed her palm against the front of her diaper and
plastic pants, pressed the sopping cloth up against her pussy, and began to
masturbate guiltily.
She woke with a
start.
Confusion set
in—where was she and why was her butt so cold and clammy? It all came back with
a horrifying rush… how long had she been asleep?
She pulled
herself into a sitting position, groaning as she felt the diaper squishing
beneath her. The cloth was sodden and
uncomfortable. Her bladder felt like it had something in it, so she gave a
little push, forcing out a steady gush. She blushed and sighed, the diaper
growing warmer beneath her.
A delicious aroma
was wafting out of the kitchen—a wonderfully rich and slightly spicy smell. It
was familiar, but she was still groggy from her nap. Amy had said something
about lunch… what was that wonderful smell?
Amy came out from
the kitchen beaming like Donna Reed. “It’s ready!” she said excitedly, pulling
back one of the walls of the playpen. “C’mon honey, don’t dawdle,” she said
turning and leading the way. Reluctantly Jessie followed, crawling at her heals
like a dog all the way into the kitchen. It was kind of scary to see Amy this
excited about something.
There was a large
pot bubbling on the stove. Amy led her across the kitchen to the large high
chair that sat next to the table. Amy helped her settle in, then locked the
tray in place. “Are you hungry, babykins?” she asked, tying a big bib around
her neck.
Jessie nodded,
hesitantly. She had no idea how she could be hungry after all the oatmeal Amy
had shoveled into her at breakfast, but she was surprised to find herself
actually kind of starving.
“Oh good!” Amy
enthused, taking the pot from the stove and transferring its contents into a
big bowl, “because I made A LOT!”
She set the bowl
in front of her. Curiously, Jessie peeked inside, spotting a massive pile of
baked beans. She frowned… surely Amy didn’t expect her to eat all that by
herself—there must’ve been an entire family sized can in there! She watched
with fascinated horror as Amy took out a large spoon, dipped it in, and spooned
a heaping portion of beans toward her mouth, shoveling it in when she opened
her mouth to complain. She chokingly swallowed, some beans and sauce
overflowing her mouth and dribbling down her front. She urgently babbled at
Amy, refusing to take another bite until she took out the remote and pushed the
pink button again. “What is it now?” she asked, rolling her eyes.
“Amy, I can’t eat
all that!” she complained emphatically.
“Well, just eat
what you can, baby,” she answered, shoveling in another mouthful when Jessie
wasn’t ready.
“MMmph!” Jessie
complained, beans dripping from her mouth and splattering on her bib. “Amy!
This isn’t funny! If I eat too many, I’ll… you know… I’ll get…” she blushed and
couldn’t finish.
Amy ignored her
and loaded up another spoonful. “C’mon, Jessie, I made these just for you.”
Jessie allowed
the beans into her mouth, then spat them back on the tray, looking defiantly at
Amy, bracing herself for her step-sister’s wrath.
But Amy wasn’t
angry-- she simply picked up the remote once more. “OK, fine; if you don’t want
to eat your beans, I know someone who will…”
She moved her
finger over the black button. “No!” Jessie cried, struggling futilely to escape
the high chair. “Amy please! Don’t!”
“Bye bye,
Jessica,” Amy cooed maliciously, hitting the button.
In the
high-chair, Jessie’s face slackened suddenly. She looked up at Amy and grinned
shyly, not sure why she’d been so upset.
“Ready for lunch,
honey?” Amy asked sweetly, offering a spoonful of beans.
“Uh!” Jessie
agreed eagerly, hungrily eating them up. Amy smirked, easing in another heaping
spoonful. Baby Jessie was as eager to eat her beans and adult Jessie had been
to avoid them. She gratefully accepted every dollop, greedily wolfing down half
the bowl, with no apparent desire to stop. She accepted the next mouthful,
chewed and swallowed quickly. She opened her mouth, as though she were about to
say something.
“You ok baby?”
Amy asked, pausing in mid-air with the next spoonful.
Jessie emitted a
loud belch that rang out in the kitchen before bending down and taking the next
portion from Amy’s stationary spoon. The girl simply laughed and racked up another
portion, depositing it into her open mouth. Jessie chewed eagerly, swallowed,
then opened her mouth again, ready for more.
Jessie sat
chewing a mouthful of beans. There was a gurgle, a cramp, and a mounting
pressure in her tummy… she chewed the beans and searched her diminished
intellect for the meaning of the sensation. It was definitely something familiar;
she just couldn’t put her finger on it…
A sharp cramp
doubled her over in her high chair. The pressure descended, gurgling lower and
lower.
Suddenly, Jessie
farted loudly-- a noisy bubbler that rumbled wetly off the seat of her damp
diapers. She sighed contentedly and swallowed her beans before opening her
mouth for more.
Amy chuckled.
“Oops! Excuse you!” she exclaimed in faux shock, spooning another mouthful of
beans into Jessie’s waiting mouth. “Are you gassy, sweetie?”
Jessie elicited
another loud fart, slightly muffled by her diapers. She giggled delightedly,
swallowing one mouthful of beans and accepting another mouthful. A thick stench
began to emerge—Amy waved her hand in front of her face. “P-U! It’s getting
stinky in here!”
Jessie continued
with her meal, pausing periodically to pass gas loudly in her diaper. Amy
shoveled in spoonful after spoonful, laughing, crinkling her nose, and fanning
the air after each rumble and toot. “Phew-wee! I should have brought a gas mask!”
Amy laughed, pinching her nose and shoveling another spoonful of beans into
Jessie’s waiting mouth.
By way of
response, Jessie shifted in her high chair, lifting one diapered butt cheek as
far off the seat as she could, and cut the loudest, messiest sounding fart Amy
had ever heard. “Goodness!” she chuckled. “I know someone who’s going to have a
VERY stinky bottom tonight!”Jessie just giggled and chewed, delighting in her
rudeness.
Amy laughed—she’d
polished off almost the entire bowl! “You know the song, don’t you honey?” She
grinned and began spooning up the remnants of the beans. “’Beans, beans,” she
began, bringing the spoon up to Jessie’s waiting mouth, “’good for the heart;
the more you eat, the more you fart!”
Jessie squealed
and gurgled happily, clumsily clapping along with the song and Amy spooned in
another mouthful.
“’The more you
fart, the better you feel,’” she continued, bringing the last portion up to
Jessie’s mouth. “’That’s why baby Jessie eats beans with every meal!”
Jessie chewed up
the last of her meal, swallowed, and passed gas loudly.
“Oh my!” Amy
exclaimed, “sounds like we better check your diaper after that one!”
She unlocked the
tray and helped Jessie unsteadily to her feet. Turning her around, Amy pulled
out the waistband of her diapers and plastic pants, and peeked down the back.
“Nope all clean.” She grinned and swatted Jessie’s thickly padded tush. “For
now, anyway.
“OK stinky, time
for a nap,” Amy said, helping Jessie to her hands and knees on the kitchen
floor. Jessie cooed and giggled, crawling around in a couple of lazy circles
before crawling out into the hall.
Amy followed
Jessie down the hall, grinning at the sight of her bulky diapered bottom
waggling back and forth in the air as she went. POOT! A loud fart rumbled her
diapers and made her giggle.
“Oopsie!” Amy
giggled, another sizable BRAPP! emerged. “Jessie! How rude!” she exclaimed,
pinching her nose closed. FFOORRT! Jessie giggled, feeling silly. “Jessica, are
you hiding a duck down the back of your diaper?” Jessie just chortled happily and
disappeared down the hall, still tooting occasionally as she went.
Amy followed her
into the bedroom, finding her sitting on the floor playing with a plush horse. Amy
stretched out on the bed with a dreamy sigh and watched her step-sister play,
salivating at her helplessness. “Jessie?” she said, waiting for her to turn and
look at her with those big blue eyes, “do you want to come up on the bed with
me?”
Nodding, she
crawled over and climbed unsteadily onto the mattress. Amy held out her arms,
inviting her over. Crawling across the bedspread, she nestled against Amy’s
chest and smiled contentedly.
They lay there
for a moment before Amy raised her chin to look into her eyes. “How would you
like to play a game?” She nodded sweetly. Smiling seductively, Amy reached down
and took hold of her dress, slowly tugging it up her thighs and over her hips
to reveal her bare pussy. “This game is called ‘make big sister very happy’;
are you ready to play?”
Jessie smiled and
nodded eagerly. “Come down here between my legs, sweetheart,” Amy instructed,
helping her into position. “Now… Kiss my
pussy.”
Jessie complied,
bending down slowly to give Amy’s smooth, delicious looking sex a big, wet
kiss. Amy sighed: “That’s right, baby,” she groaned, reaching down to stroke
her hair, “just like that.”
Amy groaned and
lay back, reaching up to play with her nipples. She murmured breathily and
watched Jessie’s head bob gently between her legs as she lapped and sucked, her
massively padded rear end stuck up in the air behind her, gently wagging back
and forth. Amy groaned: Jessie’s efforts were, of course, sloppy and inexperienced,
but she set about her task eagerly. Amy had fantasized about turning Jessie
into her obedient little baby-slave for years, and just the sight of her in a
diaper was enough to make her horny.
Jessie, for her
part, was enjoying the opportunity to have a little control over her
domineering big sister. Although in her present frame of mind she really did
view herself as an infant and Amy as her caring older sister, it was still nice
to turn the tables on her for a moment. Jessie kissed and sucked Amy’s no-no
spot with gusto, listening to Amy’s increasingly excited cries with perverse
delight.
Amy felt herself
rushing toward orgasm. She steadied her breathing and tried to prolong the
moment. Reaching out, she took the remote from off the bedside table, her thumb
hovering over the brown button. She watched the gentle bob and sway of Jessie’s
head in her lap… watched the gentle waggle of her cute diapered tushy behind
her, the soft crinkle of her plastic pants filling the air. She knew it was coming,
she could feel it… she pressed the button, a tiny sound emerging in the
bedroom.
From Jessie’s
diaper, Amy heard a noise that started as a fart and ended in something far too
sloppy to be gas alone. Jessie’s face snapped up from her crotch, her lips a
round ‘O’ of shock. Jessie gasped, her buttocks parted, and she felt a warm,
mushy weight filling the seat of her pamper and squishing across her rump. Amy
laughed, watching Jessie blush and grunt, passing gas explosively as she
involuntarily added further installment to the poopy mess in her diaper.
Amy groaned and
cried, her climax washing over her like a warm, tingling wave as she watched
her poor sister grunt and fart and fill her diapers, the seat visibly expanding
in the air behind her. Jessie thought for a moment she might be done, but
relief turned to dread when she felt a gurgling, gassy cramp inside her,
barreling toward her colon at alarming speed. Even in her regressed state, her
first instinct was to fight it—but her sphincter wouldn’t listen to her
commands, and Jessie could do nothing but give a futile cry, uncontrollably
farting out one final, muddy installment into her diaper before collapsing back
onto her bottom, her stomach rolling when she felt the mess squish beneath her.
She eased down onto her back and struggle to catch her breath.
Amy smiled
contentedly. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” she sighed to the dark
room.
She could without
even checking that Jessie’s diaper was far too messy for a change, so Amy took
her into the bathroom. Helping Jessie into the tub, the tugged down she plastic
pants—instantly, the stench doubled. “Whew!” Amy exclaimed, fanning the air, “somebody’s
not smelling too good,” she said seriously, turning Jessie around to examine the
seat of her diaper. “Oh yes… we’ve had a very messy accident indeed,” she
clucked. The seat of the diaper was bulging, a dark stain beginning to show
through the material. Worse, pair of thick brown smears were beginning to trail
down the backs of her thighs. “Oh Jessie,” she sighed, patting the back of her
diaper to squish the load in a little, “what a messy present you’ve made for
big sister!”
Jessie blushed
and tried to stand still as Amy un-pinned her diaper and gingerly pealed it
away from her rump. The back panel of her diaper was almost completely used up,
and the corresponding smear across Jessie’s backside was spread half-way up her
butt and almost as far down the backs of her thighs.
“My goodness!”
Amy chuckled tossing the diaper away. “What a messy girl you are Jessie! Those
beans were disastrous!” She took the shower head and began rinsing her off.
Little by little, the gooey brown mess was cleared away, revealing the pale,
plump bottom beneath. Amy went about her work, Jessie standing by, passively
sucking a pacifier. It felt nice to get out of that dirty, wet diaper and get
clean again. She couldn’t fight back an appreciative moan when Amy squirted a
dollop of body-wash onto a soft rag and scrubbed her thoroughly, paying extra
attention to her pretty pussy. Amy grinned knowingly, and she teased Jessie
into a highly aroused state before drying her off and leading her naked into
the bedroom.
She ushered
Jessie onto the bed with a couple of pats to her bare rump. Jessie stretched
out n the bedspread and sighed softly. Beneath her, her sex was moist and
throbbing following Amy’s meticulous cleaning technique. She watched Amy take a
container of oil from the nightstand and closed her eyes, expecting a nice
tushy massage. Instead, she squealed as Amy parted her butt-cheeks and squirted
a large splash of oil up her butt-crack, paying particular attention to her
crinkled anus.
“Just relax
honey,” she said gently, grinning mischievously when she reached into the
drawer of her bedside table and took out a cool, glass rectal thermometer. “Big
sister needs to see if you’re healthy.”
And she
unceremoniously slipped the cool glass tube right up Jessie’s butt, drawing a
sensual squeal from beneath her pacifier. Jessie sucked the nipple and twitched
her hips, savoring the erotic tingling of her clit on the bed beneath her and
the cool glass tube in her bottom. Behind
her, Amy held the thermometer in place and smirked, watching the gentle sway of
her hips and she ground her sex into the bed beneath her. She reached down,
giving Jessie’s vulnerable bare bottom a pat as she began twisting the chilly glass
cylinder, rolling it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger and
delighting when Jessie moaned and gurgled, one hand reaching down between her
legs.
“You naughty
girl!” Amy smilingly scolded, delivering a loud SWAT! to Amy’s squirming rump,
making her squeal. She gurgled ecstatically, fingering herself and grinding her
pussy into the bed beneath her and wagging her butt in the air, the thermometer
protruding from her backside like a tail! Amy worked the icy tube with one
hand, patting and rubbing and squeezing and spanking Jessie’s jiggling,
upturned rump with the other. She gave a muffled cry, her entire body tensing
from the force of her climax, before collapsing, exhausted and heaving for
breath. Amy smiled and withdrew the thermometer with maddening slowness.
“Hmmm… Everything
looks ok from here,” she declared, setting it aside. “Of course, I think we’ll
have to take your temperature a couple of times a day now, honey… just to be on
the safe side,” she decreed regally, laying out the big, fluffy pamper on the mattress.
She diapered
Jessie quickly, not wanting any messes on the bed, grinning when she realized
what a complete baby she’d become. She swaddled her bottom in two disposables
to guard against leaks when she was asleep. “How does that feel?” Amy asked
sweetly, patting her stomach gently.
Jessie responded
by farting loudly in her diapers, giggling at the tickly way it made her diaper
vibrate. Amy laughed and swatted her diapered bottom. “Sounds like we’ve got a
noisy night ahead of us, doesn’t it sweetheart?”
She switched off
the bedside lamp and snuggled in close to Jessie for a nice, long sleep.
For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain
Every Teddy Bear who's been good is sure of a treat today
Beneath the trees where nobody sees they'll hide and seek as long as they please
Watch them, catch them unawares and see them picnic on their holiday 
They love to play and shout
