Camila woke under a warm pile of blankets and yawned. The smell of coffee and freshly baked bread practically lifted her out of bed. There was a definite soggy squish in her diaper as she sat up – one that she hoped Belén wouldn’t mind taking care of. Her girlfriend had been great about her diapers so far, even planning a baby weekend, but Camila still worried that she’d overwhelm Belén. After all, it was one thing to want to play when things were sexy and fun, entirely another to be hit with the reality of an incon- of a partner who occasionally – okay, often needed diapers.
Opening the bedroom door revealed a yellow net strung across the opening from the floor to Camila’s shoulder height. She blinked in confusion, poking at the net. Some investigation revealed that the net was secured to the doorframe with command hooks. Though removing the net would have been easy, Camila hesitated.
“Um, Belén? What’s this on the door?”
“Pequeñita, I didn’t hear you get up.” Belén hurried into view, in an outfit that made Camila’s jaw drop. Her girlfriend was wearing a tight, low cut shirt that showed roughly an acre of cleavage. There was likely a push up bra involved as well, but Camila’s brain was having trouble processing anything besides marveling at mammaries.
“You’re a good girl for not touching the baby gate.” Belén’s skirt was short and pleated, with nylons underneath that made her look like a 50’s pinup of a sexy mommy. She had time to take one side of the netting down, lead Camila out by the hand, kiss the Little girl’s forehead, and put the netting back up before her words penetrated Camila’s thirsty mind-fog.
“Baby gate?!”
“Of course. There’s dangerous things here in the living room and kitchen, you can’t be in here without your Mommy knowing.” The grin on Belén’s face was equal parts amused and delighted, her eyes sparkled with mischief.
“I don’t need a baby gate.” Camila wrinkled her nose in sleepy grumpiness. “I’m a big girl.” In response, Belén slipped her hand into Camila’s pajama pants and squished her diaper against the Little girl’s crotch. The wet squish made Camila’s cheeks burn. She cast her gaze down – directly into Belén’s devastating neckline.
“Come on, baby girl, you need a fresh diaper.” Belén pulled Camila into the living room. Not only had a space been cleared away for a changing blanket and diaper supplies, but the room appeared to be baby-proofed. Camila stumbled, distracted by the sight of soft bumpers on the coffee table corners.
As Belén laid her on the changing blanket, Camila realized that everything breakable had been removed from floor level. The sea-glass globes that had adorned the coffee table were nowhere to be seen. The fire poker was up on the mantle, instead of in its holder on the hearth. Even the bookshelf had been rearranged to move the wooden carvings to higher shelves.
Turning her head away was no relief for Camila’s embarrassment. The middle of the living room had toddler toys neatly set out. There was a set of alphabet blocks, a plastic piano, and a plastic dinosaur-like creature. She turned her head to Belén with a mouth full of questions, only to have a completely new question come up when she saw her girlfriend lubing up the silver butt plug from the night before.
“You – want me to wear that again?”
“Unless you object.” Belén stroked Camila’s rear gently. Her cheeks were already dry, the Little girl realized. She’d become so used to diaper changes, that she hadn’t noticed Belén cleaning her up while she was marveling at the changes to the cabin.
“It’s, it’s okay I guess.” Camila squirmed. “It makes it easier for you, right?”
“It does, but I need more than ‘okay I guess’ to put it in.” Belén patted Camila’s bare belly. “If it’s uncomfortable, or you just don’t want it, that’s okay. I’ll just have to pay attention to my baby girl’s smell to get you to the bathroom in time.”
The low grade heat in Camila’s cheeks that had been present since Belén had diaper checked her burst into a flame that made her eyes water. The idea of Belén sniffing her – for my farts?! – was too much to bear. Hastily, she nodded. “Please put it in, m-Mommy.”
Belén smiled, applying gentle pressure to Camila’s rear. She worked the plug into Camila with lots of slow touches that had the Little girl as naturally wet above the plug as she was with lubricant in her rear. She was squirmy, on the edge of fussy, to be powdered and taped into a new diaper without more touches.
“Where did you get all this baby stuff?” Camila grabbed one of the coffee table’s bumpers, finding it to be the same slip-on type they used at the sorority house.
“I conspired with Betty,” Belén said, looking as smug as a cat who’d gotten into the cream. “Now, you let me know if there’s anything you need, baby girl. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. Until then, you can play.”
“Where’s my phone?” Dimly, Camila remembered putting it on the bedside table, but she didn’t remember seeing it there when she’d woken up.
“You’re much too little a girl to have your own phone.” Belén sat Camila up and patted her head. “There are some nice toys here, be a good girl and play with those.”
Camila felt her blush extend down her neck, she frowned in an attempt to clear her humiliated expression. “I’m not allowed to use a phone? What other rules did you decide on while I was sleeping?”
“I told you, I conspired with Betty. We came up with some very simple guidelines for a girl as Little as you.” Belén pulled Camila close, ignoring the Little girl’s squirms and resting Camila’s cheek on her warm cleavage.
“You have your toys to play with, but obviously you can’t go outside by yourself, and you shouldn’t touch anything in the kitchen or bathroom on your own.” Belén stroked Camila’s hair. “There are things in those rooms that can hurt Little girls.”
Camila shuddered. She’d never been so humiliated – or turned on – in her life. Her diaper’s crotch was downright damp, her nipples felt like they were about to poke right through her flannel pajama top. Part of her wanted to scream, or demand some input into the game’s rules. The rest of Camila wanted to pull on Belén’s ludicrous neckline and bury her face in those beautiful breasts.
“You can play with those a bit later.” Belén pulled Camila’s hands away from her breasts, which the Little girl had been unconsciously pawing.
“Mommy, please.” Camila whispered. “I’m so… so…”
“I know baby girl, I can tell.” Belén grinned, kissing Camila gently. “It’s sexy, but I need to finish breakfast. We can play like that next time your diaper is wet.”
Despite deploying puppy dog eyes, whimpers, and her best pouty lip, Camila was left on the floor watching tantalizing peeks at her girlfriend’s nylon-clad rear as Belén’s skirt swished. In her desperation for a distraction, Camila picked up the alphabet blocks and rolled them around in front of her. All the toys had been borrowed from the DLG daycare – though the cargo netting for baby gates was something Camila hadn’t seen before. Her girlfriend was proving to be a devious and skilled mommy – a thought which sent Camila right back into her horny thoughts.
She was seriously considering masturbating in her diaper when Belén returned with orange-glazed sweet rolls. Hunger edged out horniness long enough for Camila to devour three rolls and slurp down a sippy cup full of apple juice. Then, of course, there was more squirmy embarrassment as Belén wiped down Camila’s face and hands.
“Messy girl.” Belén giggled, as she sat back on the couch. “You’re really getting into it, aren’t you?”
“How – how long are we playing like this?” She could just about see up Belén’s skirt, and her girlfriend’s shirt was still askew from earlier. It was hard to pick a spot to look, Camila consoled herself that she’d at least started out looking her Mommy in the eyes.
“All weekend, if we want.” Belén put her nylon clad toes under Camila’s chin and lifted the Little girl’s head – she got a tantalizing glimpse right up her girlfriend’s skirt before her gaze was forced up to Belén’s face.
“Y-y-yes please.” Camila licked her lips. “But if you’re going to tease me the whole time, I might explode.”
“That would be cute to watch, but I’ll let you play for a while.” Belén winked, sliding her foot down to give Camila’s padded butt a pat. “I need to call my parents anyway, it’s the perfect time now with the time difference to Valencia.”
Camila nodded and scooted across the carpet to the toddler toys. The blocks didn’t hold much interest for her, they’d merely been something to occupy her hands while she’d been burning up with lust. The toy piano seemed like a bad choice if Belén was going to be on the phone. Even if it wouldn’t be loud enough to cause a problem – she didn’t want Belén’s mom to hear someone plinking away on a kid’s instrument. Especially since her lack of skill would have her making about the same music as a toddler.
Turning to the dinosaur, Camila assessed the toy. It was made of cheerful yellow and white plastic, shaped something like a cross between a stegosaurus and an ankylosaurus. On it’s curved back were various brightly colored round holes, matching round-handled paddles that would look like spines when put in place. Simple in the extreme to play with, it was nevertheless satisfying to put each paddle in its place and see the completed dinosaur.
Belén was happily chatting with her mom, her rapid fire Spanish almost too fast for Camila’s out of practice self to follow. They were talking about the holiday, and what the family in Spain was doing for it, which made sense. Camila abandoned her attempt to listen in and gave her dinosaur some alphabet blocks to chomp. With the novelty of the toys wearing off quickly, Camila tried pressing a key on the one-octave toy piano.
The note was as loud as Camila had feared, though thankfully not loud enough to actually interfere with Belén’s phone conversation. She sat restlessly on the floor for a minute or two, before realizing that part of her discomfort was simple thirst. Apple juice, while tasty, was not as thirst-quenching enough. She crawled across the small living room and stopped at the cold kitchen linoleum, before she remembered there was no rule requiring her to crawl. Her blush revived a bit at her Littlespace driven assumption, as did her desire for the kind of play Belén had teased her about.
Well, she said we could do it when my diaper’s wet again, so let’s get that process going! Camila was surprised to find a strip of blue painter’s tape on the kitchen cabinet and was worrying it off when she heard Belén’s tone suddenly change.
“Espera un momento mamá, hay alguien más llamando.” Belén was behind Camila in a flash, pulling her hand away from the tape. “Baby girl! I told you not to touch anything in the kitchen.”
“It’s just a glass for water.” Camila frowned, pulling her hand free. “It’s not chemicals or anything.”
“Baby girls have to ask, you can’t just get a glass. What if you break it and hurt yourself?” Belén took a glass out of the cupboard while Camila sputtered, filled it, and held it to the Little girl’s lips.
“I can do that on my…” Camila’s words were drowned out by Belén tipping the glass up, nor did her Mommy relent until she’d drunk the entire glass, spilling down her cheeks in the process.
“I’m putting you in time-out.” Belén grabbed Camila’s arm and steered her to the living room’s most undecorated and boring corner. “Sit.”
“What? No fair!”
“Querida, I need to get back to my mom. It’s just a five minute time out now, but if you don’t sit right down and be quiet, it could be fifteen or even thirty minutes.”
Shaken, Camila stared at Belén with her knees wobbling. Thirty minutes of starting at an off-white wall sounded like a mental death sentence. Reluctantly, she sank to her knees, turning to face the wall at Belén’s prompting. Once she had Camila properly arranged, Belén hurried back to her phone.
“Todavía estas, Mamá?” Belén said brightly into her phone. “No te preocupas, fue una amiga. De que fuimos hablando?”
Five minutes was a long time to stare at a wall. Despite the boredom, Camila couldn’t make herself focus on Belén’s conversation. Besides the rudeness of listening in, she was too distracted by the annoyance of being punished for something as reasonable as getting a glass of water. The time crawled by, and when Belén finally tapped Camila on the shoulder to end her time out, the Little girl was hungry for anything resembling stimulation.
Since her Mommy was still on the phone – and not wanting to risk another time out – Camila turned back to her toys. There was some milage to get out of stacking the blocks and having the dinosaur demolish them like a kaiju. In fact, there was enough fun in playing kaiju that Camila didn’t notice that Belén’s phone conversation was over until her Mommy pulled open the back of her diaper.
“Hmm, you used it, but I don’t think you need a change yet.”
Camila looked down at her diaper in surprise. Now that she was paying attention, there was real wet there, but Belén was right that the diaper could hold more. She bit her lip and ducked her head, only to receive a reassuring pat from Belén.
“I’m glad you’re having fun, good job putting your dinosaur together. I see you got the colors right!” Belén’s tone was so kindergarten-teacher cheerful that Camila had to roll her eyes.
“It’s not like it was that hard.”
“Hmm?” Belén raised her brows. “Well, you got the colors right but not the numbers.”
“The what?” Camila looked at the dinosaur, blushing yet again as she realized that each of the spines had a number molded into it. They weren’t subtle numbers either, easily the size of Camila’s palm. Her careless first build on the dinosaur had put the numbers almost completely out of order.
“It’s okay, Mommy can help you figure it out.” Belén took a seat next to Camila and removed the dino’s spines.
“It’s not that I didn’t know how – I didn’t notice.” Camila insisted, pouting mightily as Belén handed her the light blue number one spine.
“Nobody’s upset if you’re not, baby girl.” Belén kissed Camila on the cheek. “Can you show me where this one goes?”
“Here?” Uncertainly, Camila put the dino’s spine in the light blue hole closest to its neck. It stood to reason that they’d count up from the head, but after making such a simple mistake the first time around, her confidence was shot.
“Perfect!” Belén beamed at Camila, giving the Little girl an unfair amount of pride in the process.
Belén handed Camila spines one by one, until the dino was complete and the diapered girl was deep in Littlespace. It was a natural transition from fixing the dinosaur to showing Belén how the kaiju game worked – especially since the game was as simple as could be. Belén built up the blocks and Camila smashed them. When smashing lost its charm, Camila tried playing chopsticks on the toddler piano for her Mommy, much to Belén’s delight.
They were well into afternoon when Camila realized that she was having trouble crawling, due to the serious sag in her diapered crotch. She giggled as she sat down with a big squish, and waved at her Mommy for attention.
“Mommy, I need changed.”
“Do you want a change right away – or to play a little?” Belén’s sensual tone and the wand vibrator she produced from the diaper bag re-ignited the fire in Camila’s loins as if it had never been set aside.
“Play with the wand Mommy, please.” Camila waddle-crawled up to Belén as fast as she could, licking her lips. To her surprise, Belén looked hesitant, her cheeks pink with embarrassment.
“When I was talking to Betty she suggested a way to play like this but – I don’t know if it would seem strange.” Belén shifted uncomfortably from where she was sitting sideways next to the couch.
“Stranger than all the diapers and stuff we’ve already done?” Camila asked, genuinely curious.
“Well, Betty said that sometimes you um – when she uses the wand on you – she uh – has you on one of her breasts. Like – like you’re a baby.” Belén’s confident demeanor was all gone, her face was dusky red and her eyes wide and vulnerable.
“Oh.” Camila swallowed nervously, feeling her nipples hardening against her pajama top. “That’s um – really sexy. At least for me.”
“I want to try.” Belén smiled tentatively. “But if it feels weird, I might have to stop.”
Camila nodded. “Whatever you want.”
“Okay.” Belén took a deep breath. “So – I think you should be on my lap and, I can pull my shirt and bra down…”
Happy to be able to take a helpful lead for once on the trip, Camila scooted into position. Shifting her legs apart and putting her face at the perfect angle to receive Belén’s breast, she beamed up at her girlfriend.
“I’m ready, Mommy.”
“I bet you are.” Belén giggled, testing the wand briefly, before exposing her breast.
The groan she let out when Camila latched on to her nipple sent tingles down to the Little girl’s toes. It was one thing to hear Belén say she was enjoying herself, it was quite another to hear such a primal sound out of her girlfriend. She’d barely gotten a good sucking rhythm going before Belén pressed the humming wand to her crotch.
As it had many times before, the wand’s vibration filled Camila’s diaper and sent shockwaves up every nerve in her body. She gasped, managed to remember to suck on the offered nipple – and that was the end of coherent thought. Pure pleasure dominated Camila’s mind. She could only cling to Mommy, work her lips and tongue on Mommy’s nipple, and drown in the vibrations that hit her sex from all angles.
What sounds she could dazedly make out from Belén sounded hot. Those whimpers of pleasure were enough to push Camila to a place where the world went away and sparkles danced in front of her eyes over and over. When her moans of pleasure became whimpers of overstimulation, the two of them were on the floor together in a sweaty heap.
It took just one look to see that Belén was incredibly turned on – and not at all self conscious of what they’d done, at least in the moment. Camila had a few moments to catch her breath before Belén tore open the crotch of her nylons and pressed the Little girl’s face there.
Afterglow and Littlespace were wonderful places to be, when all Camila had to do was use her mouth. Deep satisfaction washed over her as she drove louder and louder moans out of her girlfriend. Belén’s taste filled her mouth just as the afterglow affection filled Camila’s heart. Best of all, it ended the way that giving head after getting buzzies always ended – with Camila in a sweaty, messy snuggle with a beautiful woman.