Amy and the Firefighter – Chapter Two
I woke up in the empty room. My bladder was, of course, full and I let it go… all of it… flooding myself and feeling the luxury of it as the diaper swells. I drift off a little and wake a few minutes later. By then the diaper had started to get cold and was wet enough as to be uncomfortable. I got out of bed and started walking through the quiet house, looking for Mike.
The diaper was soaked. It was heavy and sagging. I sort of liked the feeling as it hung away from me… almost swinging with the weight.
As I got to the kitchen/living area, Missy spotted me and said “Hi Punkin! Are you looking for your Daddy?”
Unsure what to say… I nodded.
“He’s not here now. He and Lemmie had to go help a friend.”
Panic again… looking around… not sure what to do.
“Awww. You’re really wet. Come here Sweetie.”
She walked to meet me half way and sat on the floor next to the changing blanket. She patted it indicating I should sit. I sat… blushing again… and she opened up the diaper. All the while she made sweet small talk and smiled. She was easy to like. My heart slowed from hummingbird speed to merely rabbit speed. She took out some wipes and gently wiped my pubic area clean…. down the left side of my pussy… up the right side. She tapped my hip as Mike… no, Daddy… did. I lifted. She ran the wipe across my butt and surprised me by folding it around her finger and running it once gently through my butt crack and across my asshole. I got a nice dusting of powder and she closed me up.
“I can make you some waffles if you like.”
I nodded.
“You want a bottle first while I make them?”
I nodded again.
She smiled that contagious smile again and things were fine. I was handed a bottle and started suckling. When I was done… I was again nodding in and out of sleep… and ever so slightly wet. She took my hand and led me to the table. I was put in my chair and the tray slid in. On it was a waffle, cut into easily handled strips and dripping with maple syrup.
I didn’t see any utensils, so I picked them up and began eating. They were delicious. She sat and watched and smiled and when I was done said “Oh my. Now you’re a sticky gooey mess. Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”
She led me to the bathroom and removed my shirt, exposing my small breasts. My nipples began to draw up… partly from the cool air… partly from the idea of what was happening. She filled the tub with warm water and untaped my diaper.
“Well, I see that didn’t take long. You’re already wet again.”
She sat me in the tub and started washing me with a soft cotton wash cloth. She gently washed the syrup off of my hands and face, then went over my entire body. Her demeanor and the warm water made it relaxing.
When she finished washing me, she said, “Sit here little one.” She patted the edge of the tub.
I sat, as requested.
“Let’s get rid of that old nasty hair, shall we?”
She opened my legs with her hands and knelt between them, razor in hand. She gently rotated between scissors, soapy foam and razor to trim short and eventually shave me bare. Her touch was not clinical, yet not really sexual either. But it was arousing, nonetheless.
“Now bend over the edge,” she said with a wave of her hand to indicate I should turn around and bend over.
Not knowing what was coming, I was absolutely startled as she parted my cheeks and one-by-one tweezed the few small stray hairs in my ass crack and around my asshole.
“Now lets get you dressed.”
She led me to my bedroom and laid me down on the bed. I raised up my hips as she came towards me with a diaper. As she rubbed a little cream around my pussy to prevent a rash she said, “Oh you poor thing. Look at you! So wet and puffy. Oh…. just don’t tell your Daddy.”
Her fingers slid up the cleft of my pussy, sliding through my own slippery gel and one finger landed softly on my clitoris. My arousal was already pretty high and it wasn’t very long before I couldn’t keep my hips still… moving…searching for her finger… In a matter of a few minutes I made one big moan and she stopped as quickly as she started. She sprinkled some powder and closed me up tightly.
“Let’s see what we can find for you to wear.”
Missy brought out a horrid combo: An aqua marine shirt with the Little Mermaid on it and a very short bright orange skirt. It looked just like what a 3 year old would pick out if you sent her to get an outfit together. She put the shirt on me… and pulled up the skirt. It barely covered the diaper in front… and likely did not provide full coverage from behind.
“Ready to go shopping?”
My face clearly showed the terror I felt. I tried to shake my head no.
“Don’t be silly. Let’s go.”
She put me back in the car seat and we left. We arrived at the grocery store in a few minutes. She opened the door and took me by the hand. I am sure I looked like a non cooperative child as she led me in… me dragging my feet. They had carts with a large bolt-on plastic child seats, made for older children. She grabbed one and ushered me into the seat. It was sittable by an adult, but tight. I had to spread open my legs to keep my knees from hitting the cart. This, of course, gave everyone in the store a full view of my large, bulky diaper.
She seemed to be taking forever. Picking over things… putting things back… and really buying quite a lot. It was about half way through the store that I felt my intestines grumble.
“Grumblegrumblegrumble,” Missy said back to me, smiling and acknowledging she knew exactly what was going on.
The pressure became painful. I was starting to sweat a little. We had rounded the last aisle and were headed for the checkout. But the lines were packed. Missy walked to a line and got in.
“How’s my Amy?” she said a little loudly, drawing a little attention from the shoppers.
“Missy. I can’t. I mean…” I said in a whisper. My child voice had vanished in the desperation.
“Now hush Amy! Do I need to get out of line and have a talk?” she said, louder than before. She pushed us out of line, but still at the front amongst customers. She sternly looked into my eyes and took my chin in her hand. “Do I need to take you outside?”
“No, Ma’am,” I whispered back — this time back in my child voice.
Tears began to well up in my eyes. It was the end. I couldn’t hold it any longer. My sphincter let go and I felt a loud gush of air and a mound of soft poo come out. I strained… getting another hold on it. People were looking. They knew. The smell started to waft through the air.
Missy got back in line. As the flustered check out girl rang up our order, another wave hit. A massive amount of soft poo came out — bulging and discoloring my diaper noticably. Everyone heard. Everyone was looking. I felt it fully beneath my butt… moving into every crack. Squishing. Missy, totally unflustered, paid the girl and pushed our groceries to the car.
She first loaded the groceries into the back seat next to my child seat, then she opened the hatchback. She took out the diaper bag and spread out the blankie on the deck. She took my hand and had me sit inside the hatchback. Poo squished and spread to new places. She laid me back and I felt it push up the small of my back. I started to cry. Not just tears, but with a little shaking and a little noise.
“There, there, Sweetie. It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“That’s okay,” she said, pushing my skirt up, untaping my diaper, opening it. Exposing me … in the parking lot… covered in poo. “You couldn’t help it. There was enough fiber in those waffles and enough mineral oil in your baba to do that to anyone.” She said it so softly, so nicely.
My tears turned to anger. I stammered, again slipping out of my child voice, “You wha-wha-what?”
She opened my legs wide and started to wipe off the poo with wipes. “Oh who is a stinky baby?” she said loudly, again drawing attention. “You are a stinky, stinky baby!”
I realized quickly I would not win this. She could take as long as she wanted and make as big a scene as she wanted. People had already passed and stared uncomfortably as they walked into the store.
“I sorry Missy,” I said in my littlest voice.
She smiled warmly. I don’t think I could hold my anger long looking at that face. It took her a good amount of time and many, many wipes to wash me clean. She ran one last wipe along my ass crack… back and forth… Her finger, wrapped in the wipe wriggled on my asshole, cleaning it. When I was fully clean, she pushed a new clean diaper under me. It felt nice and soft and clean to be again in the confines of a fresh diaper. Missy pulled my skirt down and helped me sit. She took a soft cloth, spit on it a little to wet it and gently wiped my tears.
“You okay, Punkin?”
Her voice was so sweet…. and that smile… I nodded.
“Go get in your seat.”
I felt better and half-ran/half-skipped to the back door and crawled in my seat. She buckled me in tight and gave me a little kiss on the head.
Missy drove the car to another neighborhood and we drove up the driveway and around to the back of another house. She got out of the car and walked to my door, opening it, and helped me out. She pointed to the back yard and said “There’s your Daddy!”
He stood up, looked our way and started walking towards us. For some reason, and I really can’t tell you why, I was just absolutely filled with childish joy. I ran to him as fast as that oversized diaper would let me. I am sure it gave me a bit of an odd and slow gait, but … I was really glad to see him. I met him there at the back of the house where he and two other men (one of them Lemmie) were building a deck. Lemmie went to his creepy smiling stare and whispered something to the new guy. The new guy (whom I later figured out was named Stan) gave Lemmie that “you’re kidding” look and said “What?”.
About that time, Missy caught up to me and loudly annouced to Daddy “Today was your lucky day, Mike.”
“Oh? How’s that?”
“You just missed the biggest messy diaper change ever.”
I saw Stan look back at Lemmie. Lemmie just nodded to him.
Missy turned to me and said “We just came by to say hi to Daddy. We need to let him finish his work.”
I turned to her, feeling crushed. “I don’t wanna go. I just got here.”
“Come on Darlin. We need to go,” Missy said. She turned to Daddy and said “I think she’s already had a long day. She may need a nap.”
“Well, let me just give her a bottle. It won’t take 15 minutes. That will make her feel better.” He turned to me and said, “Let’s go get you something to eat Puddin’.”
Daddy took me by the hand and we went in the house. He fiddled around in the kitchen and came back with a bottle. Daddy sat on the sofa and I laid back on him, taking the bottle and suckling…. relaxing… I am not sure how long I was there, but Daddy gently was shaking me awake. The bottle was empty.
“Are you full? Or do you want a little dessert?”
My eyes lit up. “I like dessert.”
“Okay, but you need to be quick, dear. I have to get back to work.”
I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, but he stood up, pushing me to a sitting position on the sofa. He unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock and took my head in his hands. He pulled my head in to his crotch. I could smell sweat and a lovely musky odor as he opened my mouth with his finger and pushed his still-soft cock inside.
As his cock hit the warmth of my tongue it immediately started to swell. He held my head in his hands — not really letting me do anything at all. I just relaxed my muscles and let him move me over his cock. Just as he promised, he didn’t last long. He pulled me in close one last time and I felt his cock expand bigger… and then explode inside me. I closed my eyes and slowly suckled his load like a bottle.
“Sorry, I can give you a longer dessert some other time. Daddy needs to get back to work, okay?”
I nodded and he took me by the hand back to Missy and the two men. Missy smiled and rolled her eyes. She playfully punched Daddy in the bicep.
“What was that for?”
Missy took a little tissue out of her purse, took my chin in her left hand and wiped a glob of cum off my lower lip and chin. She winked at Daddy, took my hand and took me back to the car.
She drove me back to her house and ushered me inside. “It has been a long day for you, young lady. It may be your bed time.”
I wanted to protest, but… I was kind of sleepy. She took me back to the bedroom and helped me out of my clothes. She pulled my “Princess” sleeping shirt over my head and did a quick diaper change as I faded off to sleep.
I woke up late that night when I heard Daddy come home. It seemed pretty late and he was clearly tipsy. He came into our room and sat on the bed. I felt a finger slide inside my diaper along my inner thigh. It felt electric. I was beginning to crave his touch. He uncovered me and untaped the diaper. I opened my eyes and smiled at him as he looked at my naked, hairless pussy. He tapped my hip.
“Lift up.”
I raised my hips and he slid the diaper out. He took a wipe and gently rubbed around my bare pussy. I was so wet. I moved… trying to move my pussy to his touch… But he finished, slid another diaper beneath me and taped it closed. He stumbled off to Missy’s room and in a matter of minutes he seemed to have her awake and squealing. I faded off to sleep.
The End of Amy and the Firefighter – Chapter Two.
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