The Diaper Thief Chapter Five (Patreon)

Stuffed and tired, her face messy with food, all Kelly could do was sit by lazily and groan occasionally as Mommy-- no, Althea-- wet a cloth and wiped off her chin before sliding the tray off the front of the high-chair. She Took Kelly under the arms and easily picked her up, sliding a hand under her pampered backside and another around her waist, carrying her against her hip into the living room.

     “There-- now you’ve got a nice full tummy, don’t you sweetie?” Mommy asked rhetorically.

     Kelly simply belched loudly in response, and Mommy chuckled, pacing the living-room, bouncing her gently in her arms, patting and rubbing her back gently… Burping me, she thought through her mental haze, reddening when she obliged her again with another loud belch. Mommy chuckled happily.

     “That’s a good girl,” she said gently, patting and rubbing and cooing gently. “Let it all out-- I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”  

     She scarcely needed the encouragement… thanks to Mommy’s skillful patting, Kelly produced two more noisy burps and followed it up with a loud fart, jut barely muffled by her diaper. Althea gave a rich, approving chuckle.

     “That’s my girl,” she said, still patting and rubbing her back, “don’t hold anything back… I don’t want you having a sore belly this afternoon.”

     Her efforts were rewarded by a couple of bassy belches and another pair of noisy toots. Althea was pleased, sensing that Kelly’s concept of shame seemed to be slipping… that meant things were entering their final phase… and soon she would have Kelly right where she wanted her.

     Kelly found herself deposited in a playpen on the rug, the TV turned to cartoons, dazed. Mommy disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, then placed another bottle into her hand, then reached down to unsnap the crotch of her onsie so she would be more comfortable. Kelly stuck the nipple in her mouth, sipping lazily and watching kiddie shows. All her concerns had melted away, and she was living entirely in the moment, absorbed in the motion and color of the cartoons in front of her, the cool taste of the juice trickling down her throat, the soft, fuzzy carpet beneath her...

     Meanwhile, Mommy was walking around the playpen, camera in hand, taking pictures of Kelly in from every angle, wanting to make sure she had a clear record of how cute she looked. She loved collecting pictures of her Adult Babies, and frequently spent the entire afternoon flipping through her digital albums and reliving diaper changes and bottle feedings long past.

     In the playpen, Kelly tried to relax and enjoy her cartoons… but the crampy fullness in her belly wasn’t going away… if anything, it seemed to be getting worse. Leaning to one side, she passed gas noisily without even thinking about it. Mommy giggled to herself and sensed what was coming. With a couple of swipes of her finger, she began recording.

     Normally, Kelly had no trouble holding in her gas in front of other people… But she was feeling so relaxed that she found herself farting like crazy in her diaper, ripping them out almost before she knew she had to. She turned up a cheek and let out a mushy BLORP into her diaper, then scrunched her face when the smell emerged. For her part, Mommy just giggled, zooming in on Kelly as she let fly with another noisy rumble of flatulence… she was getting some great material.

     In the playpen, Kelly frowned, rubbing her tummy. The farts were no longer bringing any relief, and Kelly was beginning to feel full of something more than just gas. Somewhere, swimming in the back of her head, she knew what she had to do… but what about Mommy? Mired in confusion, she popped the nipple out of her mouth and turned toward Althea, juice dribbling out of the corner of her mouth and said in a sleepy voice: “Um… Mommy? I hafta go potty...”

     “Oh sweetie,” Althea said with an amused chuckle, “you’re much too little to use the potty… you just go ahead and use your diapers… OK, babykins?”

     In the back of her mind, somewhere locked tightly away, the remnants of Kelly’s maturity screamed-- this just wasn’t right! She was a big girl-- she was starting college in the fall, for god’s sake! She wanted to scream and argue and shout her adulthood from the rooftops…

     But Kelly was just feeling so lazy, and her diaper was right there… it would be so easy to…

     She made her decision… crawling across the carpet, she moved to the far end of the playpen, closest to the TV. Gripping the bars tightly, she got up into a squatting position. Softly, Kelly began grunting to herself. Althea moved into position to watch Kelly scrunch up her face and push...

      Her efforts were rewarded with the rumble of flatulence and a hot, mushy surge into the seat of her diaper, which began to bulge,  the wet mush settling into the seat. She sighed, but she knew she was far from done, and as she began grunting to herself again, Mommy circled around and made sure to get a clear shot of Kelly’s pampered hiney… she had a feeling the show was only getting started.

     Her well-honed instincts proved to be on the money… Kelly strained for only a few moments before she was rewarded with a shockingly noisy explosion of flatulence, followed immediately by a hot, gooey mudslide into the seat of her diaper, the seat bagging out and sagging towards the ground visibly beneath her. Mommy held back a laugh, reached out to pat Kelly approvingly on the back. “That-a girl! You’re being such a good baby for me, Kelly.”

     “Uh!” She grunted in response, tightening her fists on the bars and straining to push out a warm, mushy explosion in her pants, accompanied by a comedic raspberry. “AAHHH!” she sighed, the muddy contents sliding out of her with ease and settling warmly into the seat of her pampers. She looked over at Althea, and lisped adorably: “Mommy? Me go boom-boom in my diapers.”

     “I can see that,” Althea chuckled warmly. “Come here, sweetie,” she said, reaching down and taking Kelly by the hand, “let mommy help you out of the playpen.”

     “Are you gonna change me?” Kelly asked, still fuzzy. Mommy chuckled.

     “No sweetie… not this time,” she said, gently leading Kelly over to the couch, her messy pamper sagging and wobbling behind her, the mess getting all squished up against her derriere.

     Althea sat on the couch, slowly, talking the time to get herself settled. She looked up at Kelly, fixing her with a warm, sensuous smile. Reaching out, she took the girl buy the hand and gently but firmly pulled her face down across her lap, her messy pamper pointing up toward the ceiling. Before Kelly realized what was happening, Mommy had her gently, but firmly pinned in place, and she could do nothing but wave her feet in the air behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes big and round. Mommy smiled, patting the seat of Kelly’s loaded pamper firmly. The girl blushed as she felt the mess compressing between Mommy’s hand and her backside.

     “Now we need to talk about how you came in here uninvited the other day,” she said, patting her diapered bum firmly, “and how you spied on mommy and her friend.”

     “Mommy,” Kelly said, licking her lips nervously, “I just--”

     “Hush,” Althea demanded, softly but firmly, winding up and delivering a medium hard spank to the seat of Kelly’s bulging, messy diaper.

     “Oh!” Kelly squeaked, the mess inside her diapers squishing against the baby soft skin of her jiggling bottom. She shot mommy a piteous look over her shoulder, and received nothing but a predatory smile in return.

     “Buckle up, babykins,” Mommy said, rubbing and patting the seat of Kelly’s loaded diaper. “It’s time for little brats to receive their just desserts! ” She chuckled, emphasizing the statement with another swat! to Kelly’s upturned backside, further squishing the mess in her pants against the plump hillocks of Kelly’s delicate backside.