paddedlittleparadise: Mommy was so sweet, so pretty, so nice to her. So nice, so good. Good milk&hel
paddedlittleparadise: Mommy was so sweet, so pretty, so nice to her. So nice, so good. Good milk… Good mommy… These thoughts–hardly formed enough to be called thoughts–echoed through the increasingly empty halls of little Odette’s brainwashed mind. As she gulped and sucked obediently at the yummy ba-ba Mommy was holding just for her, she felt unaccountably happy. At last all those pesky dreams about being a great big adult had faded away, replaced by this warm and lovely certainty. Mommy was here, and she was Mommy’s baby–nothing more. Mommy was the best. Mommy gave her such good ba-bas, so warm and yummy…They made her belly feel all nice and full and warm… Suck, suck, suck. Show Mommy how much I like my ba-ba… Gulp, gulp, gulp. Show Mommy what a good baby I am… — Apple smiled in satisfaction as she watched her brother’s now thoroughly brainwashed girlfriend groveling before her. Gone was the hoity-toity, Prada-wearing millennial airhead Connor had brought home a few short weeks before. Oh, yes–Apple had seen to that. With a bit of well-designed hypnosis, medication, and psychological warfare, she had turned that vanilla-latte-sipping cheerleader into this beautiful work of art: crouching in her cage in literally nothing but a bulky diaper and her baby-pink bondage cuffs, gulping down a baby bottle full of diuretic-laced formula as if her life depended on it. Couldn’t be better…or could it? Apple tilted the bottle so her earnestly-suckling baby pet could siphon out the last drops, making a mental note to step up to the eight-ounce bottles next. After all, what good was a diapered playtoy if she didn’t put on a show by soaking her diapers regularly? Her smile widened as, between the slurping gasps of the baby’s draining bottle, her ears distinctly heard a damp hissing…the sound of a grown woman shamelessly and helplessly flooding her diaper like an overgrown infant. Perfect, she thought. But this show isn’t for me alone. She smiled superciliously down at her charge, who was now sucking on her fist, seemingly unaware of the flood she had just released into her now-swelling diaper. “What a good, good girl, Odette! Mommy’s going to get you more ba-bas and make you wet a few more times, okay? Then I’ll ring up your sweet guy Connor on FaceTime. Won’t he be so surprised?” Image Credit: ABDreams.com -- source link