Messy Jessie Reborn Part Two

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.