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Sunday, May 4, 2014

The Ultimate Surrender Chapter Two

(Dedicated to Nanamartinez)

They ambled leisurely through the park, she riding in her stroller, bottom swaddled in a warm and soggy didey. He pushed the stroller gently, making sure to keep the ride smooth for her. She’d been terribly self-conscious at first, not entirely sure how people were going to react at the sight of her.
    But the spell seemed to have some sort of secondary effect on the people around her—instead of staring at her in confusion or even disgust, people looked at her with benevolent smiles… like they would a real baby. Men ignored her almost totally… not even the teenage boys she saw tried to sneak peeks at her sexy bare legs.
     Women seemed found her as irresistible, and more than one stopped to comment on how adorable she looked. She was tickled under the chin and had her cheeks pinched, and more than one woman commented on her long blonde hair banded up in adorable pigtails. She giggled and squirmed appropriately, and even squirted a few more involuntary drops of pee into her diaper.
     She almost feared for her life when they were practically mobbed by a group of girls from the nearby high-school, who crowded around her, practically screaming endearments at her as they reached down to tickle and fondle her, just like a real baby. “Oh my God, Mister, she is so CUTE!!” one gushed, reaching down to stroke her chin and make her giggle, squirming in her soggy diaper. “How old is she?”
     “22… months,” he said with a mysterious smile.
     “I LOVE her cute little outfit!” the next girl squealed, reaching down to tug at her overalls and pat the front of her soggy diaper.
    “And these little piggy tails!” said a third.
    “Oh, she’s so cute I want to eat her up!” said the first girl, tickling her bare knees below the cuff of her overalls and making her squirm in her pissy diaper. “You’ve got to let me babysit her sometime, mister… please?!”
     “No, me!” Said the second, “please let me do it… I’ve got my first aid certificate!”
     “No… Let me do it mister!” the third one pleaded. “I’m a part-time lifeguard—I could take her swimming! Please let me do it mister!”
     They continued to bed and plead, so strongly at times that she there was a moment she thought they were going to tear her to pieces in her stroller. Only when he took the girls numbers and promised to call them should any baby-sitting opportunities arise in the future. She sucked her soother nervously… she didn’t think he’d actually turn her over to that gang of savage teenage babysitters, but he would probably hold it over her head whenever she got cranky with him…
     “I thought we could have a nice picnic,” he said, rolling her out onto a nice spot of the grass and unpacking their things from the compartment under the seat of her stroller and setting them out on the lawn. She sat back in the stroller, enjoying the warm sun on her bare legs and relaxed as she watched him work, getting everything perfect for her… just the way it should be, she thought, allowing herself a slightly superior smirk. Yes, a lovely light lunch was just what she needed right now—followed by a diaper change out here in the sun, she thought, and then back in the stroller for a nice nap… a perfect afternoon, she thought.
     Once the blanket had been spread out on the ground and the food was ready to serve, he helped her gingerly out of her stroller. With his aid, she was able to toddle awkwardly across the grass, the diaper sagging heavily between her legs before settling in on her pampered bottom with a squish. He opened a plastic container, revealing home-made apple-sauce. It seems I’ve even been demoted to a baby’s diet, she thought, flushing with pleasure.
     He affixed a bib around her slender neck and began feeding her, carefully spooning the delicious amber mush into her eager mouth. She still dribbled and drooled more than was strictly necessary, and soon her face and bib were covered.
     “Look at how messy you’re being!” he said with a good natured chuckle. “I know you’re just a baby, but I think you should be able to open and close your mouth at this point, sweetie.”
     In response she gave a bratty giggle, more applesauce dribbling down her chin and plapping against her bib. Finally he was forced to take a cloth and clean her off a bit before finishing the rest of the container.
     Once she’d finished, she sat back and belched contentedly, and passively allowed him to clean her up a bit. She’d gotten all sticky from the applesauce, and it felt wonderful to be all clean again. Once he’d gotten her mouth clear, he bent in and kissed her. “There she is! I thought I’d lost you for a moment!” he scolded good-naturedly, tickling her under the chin and making her chortle.
     “What do you think?” he asked rhetorically, digging around in the picnic basket. “Time for baba?” he produced a bottle for her, filled to the top with her favorite—grape juice!
     She eagerly crawled over and cuddled up in his lap. He popped the nipple into her mouth and she started. The bottle was big, over a liter, and she was still full from her big lunch. Yet she still slurped the bottle like it was the only nourishment she’d had in days, hardly pausing to even take a breath. He watched with surprised amusement as she sucked the entire bottle down like a trooper, then burped contentedly. He chuckled, “You’re so cute!” he said, raking his fingers across her belly and making her chortle helplessly.
     She suddenly gasped, her giggling forcing out a sudden and uncontrollable gush of pee. She sighed contentedly, even as the sound of her stream spraying loudly against the already sodden diaper emerged quite audibly, making her blush and squirm as he fixed her with a knowing smile.
    “Time for a change, I think,” he said firmly. Her overalls were unsnapped and tugged down, over her booties and removed entirely, her sodden and sagging diapers revealed to the entire park. Once again she felt a shroud of self-consciousness and embarrassment descending, sure that every eye in the park mush be on her and her diaper, all swollen and discolored.
     But one again, few people seemed to take notice beyond a few older women passing by… veteran diaper changers themselves, she guessed by the knowing, sympathetic smiles on their faces as they passed.
     Soon she was down on her back, diaper open, bare butt and bald pussy lewdly on display. He took the wet wipes and went to work, cleaning her squirming pee-pee before lifting her legs and going to work on her bum, the cool wipes heavenly across her buns and in her butt-crack. He tutted.
     “Somebody’s getting a red little bottom,” he admonished. Taking a big dollop of cream, he lifted her legs and worked the cool balm into one cheek, then took another dollop and repeated the process on the other cheek. He even spread some diaper-rash ointment on her pussy, which throbbed and tingled in a most delightful way—
     But she found herself much too tired to enjoy the sensation, already yawning and drifting to sleep even as he slid the fresh diaper under her rump. The heavy lunch had done a number on her, and now she was ready to go down for a nap—just like a real baby! She fought the sensation briefly, but her eyelids were drooping heavily, and she was yawning nearly uncontrollably.
     She was snoozing before he’d even finished fastening the tapes of the diaper…

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