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Chapter 11. Punishment and Reward. "Now Baby Candy," Aunty June began in her most reasonable voice, speaking loudly enough to be heard over my pitiful cries. "Let's remind ourselves exactly why we are here, shall we?" She ignored my infantile blubbering and continued, "You were supposed to ask for the potty like a big girl - but you didn't. Did you?" At first I didn't think she expected me to respond, but a sharp warning smack from the paddle focused my attention. CRACK! "Did you, baby girl?" She insisted firmly. "Oww! No Aunty," I wailed, my bumcheeks burning from the single harsh swat of the hard wooden implement. I shook my mittened fists in frustration, but my bonds were unbreakable. "No Aunty," she repeated, cruelly mimicking my high-pitched wail of contrition. "No you didn't. Tell me then," she demanded, "were you a good baby girl for Aunty?" "No Aunty," I blubbered, tensing and relaxing my bumcheeks in an attempt to reduce the searing pain. I was staring upside-down at the blurry vision of her latex-wrapped calves and her menacing five-inch stiletto heels, and I tried to blink the tears from my eyes. "No Aunty," she repeated again, mocking my heartfelt cries. "You weren't." She demanded, "What were you, baby? Tell Aunty June." Tears ran down my forehead until my juvenile bangs grew damp, hanging wetly to the floor in abject shame. "I wath bad!" I penitently wailed. CRACK! Another harsh blow to my tortured rear made me scream with new fervour. "OW! Owie! Oh, oh, I wath bad, Aunty!" I sobbed like a pitiful child. "You were a bad baby girl," Aunty ruthlessly corrected me. She sternly insisted, "Say it properly for Aunty, you bad baby girl." My chest heaved with sobs when I understood what she wanted me to say, but I knew I had no choice in the matter. "I'm a bad baby girl!" I screamed, desperate to avoid further punishment. CRACK! "OW! Oh Aunty, no!" I blubbered, "I'm sowwy, Aunty." "What are you?" She demanded remorselessly, the paddle poised to strike once more. "I'm a bad baby girl." CRACK! "Aiee! I'm a bad baby girl Aunty!" CRACK! "Nooo! Oh Aunty!" CRACK! "OWW! Oh, oh! I'm a bad baby girl Aunty June!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "Aieee! Oh I'm sowwy, I'm sowwy Aunty." CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "Waaah! No! No! Mummy! Mummy! Mummeee!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "Wah! Waah! Waaaah!" My tearful protestations became a cacophony of unintelligible high- pitched sound when the pace of the blows rapidly accelerated, until her right hand must have been a blur of motion above my bouncing buttocks. It probably only lasted minutes, but it felt like hours to me. My bottom was a blazing inferno by the time she decided I'd learned my lesson. I lay there sobbing and writhing over her broad lap, and I don't remember when Alison released her grip on my ankles. My feet kicked and thrashed in spastic contractions as I cried my eyes out, and then I felt Aunty's hand sliding underneath my tummy to check my nappy. "I knew it!" She cried, sadistic satisfaction evident in her tone. "She wet herself while I was paddling her bottom. Look, Alison." The teenager steadied my shoulders as Aunty slid me sideways off her lap, letting my trembling toes touch the floor first. My wet nappy front flopped down around my thighs, trapped against my crotch by the baby panties still bunched under the crease of my buttocks. I had trouble keeping my feet, and would have stumbled to my knees but for Alison's tight grip on my upper body. Aunty June held my dress up in front, and her daughter peered around my quaking frame to examine the wet nappy drooping down between my thighs. "Oh look!" Alison exclaimed. "That nappy is drenched! Baby must have done a big wee-wee while you were spanking her naughty bot-bot." She laughed in callous derision. "What a bad baby girl," Aunty June scolded me, as my body shook with hiccupping sobs. She stood up, towering over my cowering form in her exotic latex boots, and wiped the damp patch on her shiny black skirt with a handy clean nappy. She tossed the nappy aside, snatched my hand, and dragged me stumbling over to the change table. I stood there swaying unsteadily as they unclipped my wrists from the harness and removed my leather mittens. Alison unbuckled the toddler harness and they peeled it from my trembling frame. Aunty June ordered, "Put her harness and mittens in the wardrobe, Alison, for baby to wear tomorrow." When Aunty June pulled my white cotton dress over my head, I collapsed to my knees and slid to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. She snorted in annoyance and left me lying there while she untied my laces and peeled off my shoes and socks. I was limp as a wet noodle when she lifted me onto the vinyl-covered table on my back, where two fluffy nappies were already laid out on the padded surface waiting for me. A chuckling Alison handed her mother my oversized baby soother before she left the room. "Here baby, suck your dummy and settle down," Aunty June heartlessly advised me, shoving the rubber teat between my writhing lips to muffle my sobs. I sucked the firm amber nipple deeper into my mouth and chewed on it to help control my sniffles, while Aunty brusquely wiped down my shrivelled peenie and balls with some baby wipes. In minutes I was freshly powdered and diapered, my fluffy nappies pinned tightly around my slender waist. Aunty didn't bother giving me instructions when she slid the baby panties over my toes and up my limp legs, leaving them bunched around my knees. She collected my ankles with one hand, bent my knees back, and simply rolled me back onto my shoulders. She used her free hand to tug the snug plastic panties up my thighs and over my huge padded rear, and then carelessly let my legs drop. In moments the tight elastic waistband was tucked in front and back, then she poked the leg bands high under my padded crotch. She sat me up to slip a pink satin babydoll nightgown over my head, and reached underneath to thread my hands through the armholes without any assistance from me. I shivered at the slippery liquid feel of the cool satin nightie, my tiny nipples growing stiffly erect. The lace-edged hem was so short, it barely covered the waistband of my baby panties. She was treating me like a useless infant, not allowing me to help in any way, and I frowned at her as she clipped my dummy chain to the lace-edged yoke collar of my flounced pink nightie. I was still snivelling when Aunty June lifted me into the crib and raised the side rail. The wooden bars locked into place with chilling finality, and Aunty reached for the pink baby bottle standing on the chest of drawers. "Here baby," she crooned in faux-tender tones, as she reached over the top rail and steered the dripping nipple towards my lips. "Spit out your dum-dums and have a suck on your titty-bottle. It will help baby to get to sleep." I spat out my dummy before she could rip it out by the chain, and she immediately replaced it with the teat of my oversized baby bottle. Warm milk gushed into my mouth, although I had difficulty swallowing while I was still crying. "Drink up, baby girl," she urged me in that saccharine voice. "Hold your own bottle like a good baby girl, and drink up all your milkies." She loomed over the side rail watching me obediently suckling with those cold emerald eyes, her full lips compressed into a thin crimson line. "I want that bottle finished before you fall asleep," she warned me, "and then pop that dum-dums back in your mouth." She marched to the door, turned out the overhead light, and whispered, "Goodnight, Baby Candy. Try and keep your nappy dry tonight like a big girl, alright?" Her doubtful tone indicated she thought this an impossible task for me. As soon as I emptied the bottle I pushed it aside, shoved my dummy back in my mouth, and I rolled onto my side and sobbed myself to sleep. I slept like a baby, and woke up next morning to the sound of shrill voices arguing downstairs. I chewed absent-mindedly on the dummy-teat in my mouth and gazed around the sunlit Nursery as I tried to hear what they were saying. "Don't be such a bitch, Brenda!" Alison yelled from the kitchen. "No way!" I heard her younger sister shout emphatically in reply. It sounded like she was in the hallway. "Mum said it was your turn to look after the baby today. I told you; I've made plans, too. You're not the only one with a social life, you know?" "But Bren," Alison pleaded, and then her voice dropped so I could barely make out what she was saying. I was lying on my back in my crib, and my warm wet nappies were a comforting sodden weight on my genitals. I idly wondered how many times I must have wet during the night without waking. I realised my bladder was full, and didn't think twice before relaxing and letting a fresh stream trickle out of my limp peenie. Hot urine dribbled lazily across my tummy, before running down around my sides and forming tickling warm trickles around my ball sack. I reached down and cupped my hand over the warming front of my plastic panties, and pressed the soggy wad of cloth beneath against my thickening tool. As soon as my flow trickled to a halt, my sensitive peenie grew to full length, throbbing with excitement inside my warm wet nappy. My other hand stroked my tummy through the slick satin nightie, and the silky material felt wonderful against my hairless skin. I rubbed my stiffie through the thick wet nappies, my fingers sliding up and down over the front of my rustling baby panties. Even though it felt good, it wasn't stimulating enough, so I flipped up the lace-edged front of my pink satin nightie over my tummy, and slid my right hand inside the tight elastic waistband of my crackling plastic panties. Everything felt wonderfully warm and wet in there. The strong ammonia aroma of my multiple wettings was released by my actions, and the familiar wet nappy smell was strangely arousing. I wriggled my hand inside my tightly-pinned nappies, and to my delight, found it easy to slip my fingers down the front. My excess pee-pee had saturated the absorbent terrycloth diapers, loosening them. I wrapped my fist around my throbbing shaft, and found it slick and hot and wet. I curled my fingers over the spongy head, and gave a muted cry of excitement when I caressed the sensitive underside where the swollen tip joined the rock-hard shaft. I lay there gently fondling my stiffie, my eyes closed in bliss, sucking noisily on my dum-dums as I fantasised about being a beautiful pampered girl. I imagined myself dressed in glamorous big-girl lingerie and beautiful satin dresses, with high-heeled Maryjane sandals like the bigger girls wore at Kate's party, and I stroked myself even harder. I wondered what it would be like to pull a pair of silky nylons over my baby-smooth legs, like the sexy lace-top stockings Alison was wearing last night, and I shivered in arousal. I wanted to try on some of the pretty nylon panties Aunty June pulled out of the pink overnight bag in the basement, imagining how they would feel wrapped around my hairless, silky-smooth loins. My stiff little tool was pounding and throbbing in my excited grasp, and I gripped the slick wet shaft in my fist and slid my curled fingers up and down even faster. I felt beads of perspiration forming on my upper lip under the guard of my pink dum-dums as I frantically stroked myself. Visions of myself dressed like a beautiful sexy girl danced in my head, heightening my arousal. I sucked harder on the satisfying rubber teat in my mouth as I wriggled about in my lovely warm nappy, the sodden cloth cupping my ball sack like a moist loving hand. I don't know why, but I started grunting and gurgling in excitement, the infantile sounds fortunately mostly muffled by the fat dummy teat and the wide pink guard. I knew I was close to orgasm, and I caressed my swollen throbber harder and faster, completely unaware that Brenda had crept barefoot into the Nursery. The voluptuous blonde wandered upstairs on her way to her bedroom, and must have heard my excited grunting from the landing. She stood in silence in the doorway to the Nursery for a few minutes, grinning in amusement as she watched me wriggle about like an excited baby in my crib. She knew at once what I was doing, and she quietly crept over to the change table and took the bottle of baby lotion from the shelf above. She snuck over to the side of my cot and peered over the top rail at my earnest red face. I still had my eyes closed, and didn't realise I had company until her bright laughter wrenched me from my thrilling fantasies. My eyes snapped open in alarm and I saw her pretty face looming over the crib rail, laughing in my face. "Oh Baby Candy! Look at you, at it again," she teased me with a cheeky smile, shaking her head in apparent disbelief. I didn't notice the pink plastic bottle of baby lotion she discretely slipped under my pillow. I ripped my self-pleasuring hand out of my sodden nappy, my skin glistening with urine from my wrist to my fingertips. I didn't know where to hide my smelly hand and I cringed in shame. I could feel my cheeks blazing with embarrassment, and I was too humiliated to meet her bemused emerald gaze. She merely laughed at my guilty expression, and reached between the bars to press her hand over the tenting front of my pink baby panties. "Ooo, who's an excited, wet little girl this morning, hmmm?" She demanded with a sly smile, as she squeezed my pounding erection through the warm wet cloth. I shuddered at her bold touch, gazing up at her in confusion. I didn't think she expected me to answer, because she immediately asked me a series of follow-up questions. "What were you doing, Baby Candy? Were you having a good time with your hand inside your wet nappies?" I turned my blushing face away to stare through the bars lining the wall, too ashamed to respond. Brenda gave my throbbing stiffie a hard warning squeeze that made my squeal from a combination of pleasure and pain, then she regrettably released her thrilling grip. She grabbed my chin instead, and forcibly turned my face towards hers. My eyes darted everywhere at first, trying to avoid her insistent emerald eyes. "Well baby girl?" She playfully demanded, leaning against the crib side. "Were you having a good time playing in your baby panties? Tell Aunty Bwenda." Even without make-up, I thought she looked stunning this morning, and her loose tawny-blonde hair fell over her massive breasts in silken waves of gold. Brenda was wearing her favourite yellow babydoll nightie with the matching lace- edged panties, and I stared in rapture at her fabulous breasts where they were mashed up against the side of my crib. Her thimble-sized nipples protruded through the thin cotton material, exaggerated by the way her enormous fleshy mounds poked between the narrow wooden bars. She insisted, "Tell me, baby." I nodded in reply, too humiliated to speak, and sucked harder on my dum-dums for solace. She giggled at my shame-faced response and asked in cloying baby-talk, "What were you doing, baby girl, with your hand inside your nappy? Were you giving your clittie a little rub?" She confided, "That's what big girls like to do sometimes, you know?" Grateful that she had given me an out, I hesitantly nodded in reply. "Is that it, Baby Candy? Were you rubbing your little clittie? Tell Aunty Bwenda," she insisted in mocking toddler tones. I moved my hand to my mouth to take out my dummy, but Brenda grabbed my wrist and stopped me. "No baby girl. Keep your dum-dums in your mouth while you tell Aunty Bwenda all about it. I love the way it makes you sound like a real baby." My cheeks turned a darker shade of red as I mumbled a reply around the fat rubber nipple. "I wath wubbing my wittle cwittie, Aunty Bwenda," I shyly confessed, my fluttering eyes tearing over in shame. She released my wrist and gave my stiff tool a few reassuring squeezes through my sodden swaddling, making me gasp in excitement. "That's a good baby girl for telling Aunty Bwenda the twuth," she mockingly commended me. "Did you get all the bad baby juice out?" I glumly shook my head in response, but her glittering emerald eyes demanded an answer. "No Aunty Bwenda," I mumbled around the wide pink guard of my pacifier. "I didn't get the bad baby juithe out," I sheepishly admitted. My eyebrows crawled up my forehead when the buxom blonde unexpectedly demanded, "Would you like to?" "Wha- what?" I stammered, blinking rapidly in confusion. "Would you like to finish off?" She smiled indulgently as she explained, "You know? Do a big cummie. Get all the bad baby juice out of your stiff little clittie?" She gave the rampant organ in question another firm loving squeeze that left no doubt to her meaning. "I- I- I-" I hesitantly babbled, thrilled yet terrified by her bold suggestion. I was distracted by her hand sliding up and down over the front of my slick plastic panties, caressing the pounding hardness poorly concealed beneath the warm wet layers wrapped snugly around me. "All you have to do, is do a little favour for Aunty Bwenda first. Alright, baby?" She coaxed me in tender loving tones. She was speaking down to me like I was her favourite baby girl as she stroked my nappy- wrapped erection, and I was loving the unexpected attention! "Wha- what- what do you want me to do?" I mumbled uncertainly. Her firm caresses were driving me to distraction, and my throbbing stiffie was demanding release. She giggled at my ready acquiescence, and gripped my swollen rod tighter. "I want you to mess your nappy for me," Brenda demanded, chuckling at my expression of wide-eyed disbelief. She gave my pounding tool a few reassuring squeezes to calm me. "Bu- bu- but-" I stammered in denial, even as I helplessly thrust myself against her teasing hand "Oh listen to you!" She cackled, then mimicked my high-pitched protestations. "Bub-bub-bub! I love it when you talk like a baby, too." "But your Mummy," I feebly protested, before she could cut me off. "Don't worry about Mummy, baby. She's already gone to work," my grinning cousin reassured me. I knew my Aunty June worked three days per week at the local library, but I didn't know her schedule. Brenda's expression turned sly as she teased me, pouting her full pink lips entreatingly. "Doesn't Baby Candy want to get out all the bad baby juice for Aunty Bwenda? Hmmm? Isn't that what baby really wants?" She demanded enticingly, her rhythmic caresses to my raging hard-on driving me wild. "Yeth!" I gasped around the wide pink guard of my pacifier. "Yeth pweathe Aunty Bwenda," I finally admitted, writhing with pleasure in my crib. "Then baby needs to fill her nap-naps with hot squishy poo-poos for Aunty Bwenda," she instructed me in cloying baby tones. "Go on, Baby Candy." She released her grip and stepped back to lower the side of my crib. It sank out of the way with a noisy clatter. "Lift up your footsies and bend your leggies, and show me how you poop your nappy like a helpless little baby." When I obediently raised my feet and flexed my knees up towards my chest, she reached in between my splayed thighs and caressed the bulging front of my tautly-stretched plastic panties. I gasped with pleasure when she gripped my erection tightly through the warm wet layers. She crooned, "Now show me how you do poo-poos, Baby Candy. Go on! Fill your wet nappy with a big smelly mess." Obedient to her will, I took a deep breath and held it, and began to bear down with my tummy muscles. A muffled fart fluttered out from inside my tightly-stretched baby panties, and Brenda shot me a wide grin of approval. "That's it, baby. Do a poo-poo for Aunty Bwenda. Fill your nap-naps for me like a good little baby girl." Despite a few straining high-pitched explosions of gas, I couldn't push anything solid out. "I can't do it," I quietly wailed in dismay, desperate to avoid disappointing her. I didn't want her to stop rubbing me down there. When she eyed me suspiciously, I sorrowfully confessed, "I don't fink I can do it unleth I'm thitting up, Aunty Bwenda." She mockingly inquired, "You need to thit up?" She released her tantalising grip on my pounding tool and ordered, "Come on then, baby. Sit up for Aunty Bwenda." She helped me to sit up with my little legs dangling over the side of the mattress. "Move over, baby," she commanded. I slid down towards the foot end of my crib, and she sat on the crackling mattress beside me and grabbed me around the waist. She turned my body and lifted me onto her broad lap, so I was sitting astride her legs facing her. Her warm plump thighs were clenched together between my wide- splayed knees, and I clutched her around the shoulders to stop myself from tumbling backwards. She chuckled and reassured me, "It's okay, baby girl. I've got you." I relaxed and found my face unintentionally pressed between her warm cushiony breasts. I inhaled the delightful odour of her lush sweet body, redolent of sleep and bed, her personal scent filling my nostrils like a heady perfume. "I've got you," she repeated soothingly. I don't know why, but I released my grip on her shoulder with my right hand, and I unthinkingly cupped her massive left mammary through her light cotton nightie. Her breast was warm and soft and felt so alive under my grasping fingers. I tentatively weighed her sagging teat in my palm, amazed at the soft heavy weight. Brenda giggled, breaking the spell. I looked up at her face with a fearful guilty expression, but fortunately she was smiling indulgently down at me. She coyly inquired, "Big, aren't they?" I could only nod in helpless agreement as her huge nipple stiffened temptingly against my palm. I didn't realise I was instinctively sucking harder and louder on the dummy-teat in my mouth. Smiling broadly, Brenda insisted, "You love my big boosies, don't you baby? I've seen you staring at them." I tentatively nodded again, and she laughed gaily. I could feel the russet cap growing thicker and longer through the light cotton fabric, swelling to fill my palm. I reluctantly released my grip on her sensitive erectile tissue. "Of course you do," she mockingly assured me. "After all, you're just a baby, and all babies love breasts, don't they?" I gave a startled cry when Brenda unexpectedly spread her knees apart, abruptly forcing my splayed thighs even wider. Her hands were wrapped around my body, and she simultaneously tightened her grip on my torso. My dummy fell from my mouth, dangling at the end of the plastic chain clipped to the lacy yoke neckline of my satin nightie. She clutched my face tighter to her fabulous bosom as my droopy wet bottom dangled down between her spread thighs. "Alright, Baby Candy. Is that better? Do you think you can do a poo-poo for me now?" It was kind of like sitting on a toilet seat, the way my bottom hung freely between her splayed legs, and I felt my anal sphincter naturally begin to relax open. I nodded my face between her soft feminine mounds, and my stiff little tool pounded with excitement when she crooned, "If you can do a big poo-poo in your nappy for Aunty Bwenda, I'll let you have a little suck on my boosies. Would you like that, baby girl? Would you like to have a little nurse from my titties?" She tilted me back so she could see my face, and popped my dum-dums back between my lips before I could speak. My mouth suddenly filled with saliva as I nodded frantically in agreement. I took a deep breath and held it, then bit hard on my dummy-teat as I bore down. I grunted noisily, my face turning red as I began to push down with my tummy muscles. "That's it. Good baby," Brenda praised me, and she clutched my hot face between her mammoth F-cup breasts again. A huge log began to slowly slide out of my straining sphincter. It was a firm fat turd, and it stretched my little poo-poo hole painfully wide for a few moments, making me gasp. I snatched another deep breath and pushed once more. My stiff little tool throbbed and pounded with excitement inside my warm wet nappy. It grew bigger and harder as I whimpered and strained, until the end of the long solid log curled against the seat of my tautly- stretched diaper. "Oh Aunty Bwenda!" I breathlessly panted, my voice muffled by her soft fleshy orbs. "I- I- I doing poo-pooth," I babbled like an excited toddler around the amber rubber teat filling my mouth. I didn't realise I was drooling uncontrollably in my excitement, the excess saliva slowly dribbling down my chin to dampen the front of her nightie. She crooned wordlessly in approval and reached around my body to slide one hand under my straining bottom. I turned my face to the side and my ear was pressed against her cushiony breast, her stiffening nipple an inch from the bobbing pink guard of my dum-dums. I could hear her heartbeat pounding in my ear, and I sucked harder on the substitute nipple in my mouth. She probed the seat of my nappy through the tightly- packed plastic panties, delving into my padded botty-crack with her fingertips until she detected the huge lump of excrement bulging between my cheeks. "Good girl!" She praised me, giving the semi-solid lump a few firm reassuring swats with her cupped fingers. The sound of her fingers crisply swatting my plastic panties was like an erotic symphony to my ears, and the feeling of hot poo-poos smearing across my cheeks was exquisite. "What a good baby girl." She grabbed me around the waist and lifted me back into the crib beside her. I felt the hot fat turd squishing under my weight, sticky poo-poo spreading up my crack and down between my legs, and smearing moistly all over both bumcheeks. Brenda scooted her big round bottom back until the backs of her knees rested against the side of my mattress. Grinning mischievously, she slid away from me towards the head end of the crib and placed my pillow at her back against the side bars. She rearranged my body so I was lying back with my head cradled on her broad lap. The crib wasn't long enough for both of us, so I had to keep my knees bent, and I rested the soles of my bare feet against the wooden bars at the end. I watched entranced as she wriggled the lace-edged hem of her tight yellow nightie above her huge fleshy mounds, until her massive feminine orbs dangled freely before my stunned blue eyes. They were enormous, hanging down like two fleshy gourds, with areola the size of my palms. Beneath the creamy skin I could see a faint spiderweb of fine blue veins running all the way from the red-brown nipples to her armpits. She giggled at my astonished expression as I stared in wonder at the crinkling russet caps. Brenda curled her right hand under my head and she cradled me in her arm. She turned my face towards her bounteous bosom as she coyly demanded, "Do you like that, baby? Is that what you want?" I nodded eagerly, sucking harder on my dummy-teat in anticipation. Her huge red-brown nipples seemed to grow stiffer and larger as I watched, and I didn't realise I was already drooling heavily in anticipation. "Alright then. We can pretend I'm the Mummy and you're my baby, and Mummy is about to give her baby a lovely nurse from her boosies. Okay baby?" I nodded frantically again, too exited to speak. Brenda plucked out my dripping dum-dums, ignoring the shiny stream of dribble that trailed down my chin. She left the drool-covered pacifier lying on my chest, and then she cupped her drooping left breast in her left hand. The swollen nipple poked out temptingly between her splayed fingers, and I licked my wet lips in anticipation. She pointed the erect russet bud towards my puckered lips, steering the tumescent tip into my eagerly waiting mouth. I moaned with excitement as I latched on, sucking the firm morsel of woman flesh deeply into my mouth, my stiffie pounding with arousal inside my dirty wet nappy. "That's right, baby girl," she crooned. "Suck on Mummy's titty. Good baby." I wriggled about on my messy bottom as I drew harder on the ripe bud, marvelling at the warmth of her soft fleshy mammary. I ran my tongue over the bumpy tip as I sucked, and was rewarded by her muted cry of pleasure. "Mmm, good girl," she quietly moaned, pressing my face harder to her huge creamy breast. "Lick my nipple while you suck Mummy's titty hard like that." When Brenda was sure I had latched on securely, she let go of her breast and reached down between my splayed thighs to cover the tenting front of my baby panties with her large palm. I wriggled about in bliss when she patted my straining crotch in a calm reassuring rhythm, her curled fingers making that erotic 'thwack-thwack-thwack' sound on my tautly- stretched plastic panties. Her bounteous breast flesh flopped over my nose, almost suffocating me. I clutched the warm cushiony teat with both hands, pressing the top down with my fingertips and forming a space to breathe through my nostrils. My fingers instinctively prodded and patted her creamy flesh without me realising it, kneading her titty between thumbs and fingers as I tried to rhythmically pump out her non-existent milk like a hungry kitten. I pressed her stiff bumpy nipple firmly against the roof of my mouth between hearty sucks, laving the tip with my tongue, and I felt her quiver and moan in response. "Mmm, that's it. Good girl. What a good baby girl." Her hand wrapped my sodden nappies around my straining tool, and she squeezed me in a firm loving grip that made me shake with arousal. She squeezed and rubbed my pounding clittie through my slippery baby panties till I was close to climaxing, my senses overwhelmed by the touch, taste and smell of her beautiful bosom. I was in big baby heaven, and I grunted and gurgled in excitement as I sucked even harder, greedily drawing her firm fat nipple halfway down my throat. Her grip on my head relaxed for a few moments, and I clutched her soft flesh tighter and sucked fervently to keep from sliding backwards off her lap. I moaned in frustration when she removed her hand from my straining clittie, but she soothed me in a calm motherly tone. "Shh baby. Relax. Keep sucking Mummy's titty hard like that. Good girl. Keep feeding. Suck, baby. Mmm, that's right. That's Mummy's girl." I couldn't see her flip open the bottle of baby lotion she had concealed under my pillow, but I heard her squirt a puddle of the creamy pink lotion onto her left palm. She closed the lid, dropped the bottle on the mattress beside her leg, and curled her right arm under my head again to support me. "That's my good baby girl. Keep nursing from Mummy." She sighed with pleasure when I settled into a steady suckling rhythm again, and then she whispered, "Can you lift up the front of your baby panties for Mummy, little girl?" I reluctantly released my grip on her wonderful warm breast with my right hand, and blindly slid my fingers down over the front of my slick satin nightie. When I reached my plastic panties, I slipped my thumb under the tight elastic waistband and pulled it away from my trembling tummy. The smell of my dirty wet nappy grew much stronger, and I quivered with humiliation even as my clittie pounded with excitement. "That's right. Good baby," she whispered in praise, and I sucked harder on her swollen nipple. I moaned in arousal when I felt her fingers worming underneath the soggy front of my smelly nappy. I released my grip on the waistband of my baby panties and returned to fervently kneading her beautiful cushiony breast with both hands. "Ooo, what a hard little clittie," she giggled, as she made contact with the swollen spongy head of my straining little tool. "And so wet, too," she teased me in tender loving tones. "Such a wet little baby girl for Mummy." Even though I had my eyes closed as I pressed my face harder against her unbelievably-soft mammary, I could hear the smile in her voice. I gurgled in wordless excitement around the huge nipple filling my mouth when she wrapped her slippery, lotion-covered fingers all the way around my rampant shaft. She giggled as I urgently thrust my throbbing clittie against her curled fingers, and cooed in tender loving tones. "Try and do another poo in your nappy for me, Baby Candy. Go on. Show Mummy what a good baby girl you are while you nurse from her titties." I grunted around her swollen teat as I strained to push out more poo-poos into my dirty wet diaper. I pressed my feet against the bars at the end, my knees near my chest as I heaved and pushed. Brenda crooned encouragingly, "That's it! Good baby! What a good little baby girl! Keep sucking, baby. Have a lovely nurse from Mummy's titty while you poo your panties like a helpless widdle baby." My swollen tool grew bigger and harder in her clenched fist, throbbing madly with desire. I forced another small moist turd out of my botty hole to join the sticky mess in my nappy, and I felt like a real baby girl at that moment. I snuffled hungrily at Brenda's bosom, the smell of her sweet feminine flesh pressed against my nostrils driving me over the edge. I grunted and groaned around her hard swollen nipple like an excited infant, imagining the taste of her milk on my tongue. Totally beyond my control, my throbbing clittie erupted inside my warm wet swaddling, spurting creamy bad baby juice all over my cousin's fingers. "Oh! Oh baby," she giggled, as she instantly released my twitching tool. "That didn't take long," she murmured disdainfully, as more bad baby juice pulsed out of me. She eased her hand out of my nappy and wiped her creamy fingers on the damp front, then she slid her hand from my baby panties. She slid one finger inside the corner of my mouth, breaking my suction grip on her sore nipple. For a moment all I could smell and taste was the combined flavours of my urine and my bad baby juice staining her fingers. My lips released with a loud 'plop,' and she let my head fall back on her lap. I panted breathlessly in relief, my body still writhing and twitching from the intensity of my climax. Brenda was still chortling as she tugged her tight babydoll nightie down over her mammoth bosoms, and I pouted when I watched the swollen red nipple I had been feasting on disappear from view. I didn't object when my voluptuous cousin teased the amber teat of my dum-dums back between my pouting lips. I sucked on the replacement nipple like it was Brenda's own sweet flesh, tonguing the firm rubber teat and making loud slurping sounds like a real toddler. She chuckled and inquired in an affectionate voice, "Was that good, baby girl? Did my precious Baby Candy like that?" I nodded silently and tried to thank her with my eyes, to overcome to speak. "Go on, baby. Tell Mummy in baby- talk," she sweetly encouraged me. "Ma-ma! Ma-ma!" I babbled breathlessly, smiling up sleepily at the beautiful teenager. "Goo-goo ga-ga!" She giggled in appreciation and slid my head from her lap, easing herself to the side so she could stand. "Good girl. Now climb down out of your crib, sweetheart." I rolled onto my tummy and slid out of the high crib, till my shivering feet rested on the floor. When I went to stand, I found Brenda's heavy hand on my shoulder, pushing me down. I collapsed onto my hands and knees, drawing a wide approving smile from her. "Good baby," she praised me, with a condescending smirk for my look of dismay. "Mummy said if your nappy was wet this morning, we had to make you crawl around the house like a real baby. Go on, Baby Candy," she urged me, reaching around to swat my bulging bottom in encouragement. "Crawl out to the staircase, and you can bump your way downstairs on your messy bot-bot like a proper baby should." I stared up at her with a hopeful expression and spat out my dummy. "Aren't you going to change me first?" She laughed uproariously in reply. "No way, baby! You're Alison's responsibility this morning. She'll have to deal with your poopy nappies after she feeds you your breakfast." Brenda picked up my dummy from where it dangled from the length of pink plastic chain and popped it back in my mouth. She pointed towards the doorway to the landing and giggled, "Go on, baby. Off you crawl. And keep making those sweet little baby noises." Another hefty swat to my poop- coated rear sent me scurrying on my way. I shuffled to the top of the stairs on my hands and knees, my dirty wet nappy sagging heavily between my splayed thighs. "Goo-goo ga-ga," I mumbled shame-facedly as I crawled along, my cheeks burning with humiliation. As I came down from my tumultuous orgasm, I was overwhelmed by feelings of remorse and shame. I sat down on the top step, my messy load squishing moistly under my bumcheeks, slimy poo-poo oozing into every nook and cranny of my nappy. I placed my bare feet on the step below and slid my bum forward, my slippery plastic panties making the task easy. As I flopped down each step, my thick creamy mess was smeared all over my buttocks, some of it mushing up between my legs. "Goo-goo," I burbled as I slid off each step. "Ga-ga," I mumbled when my padded rear hit the next step down. By the time I reached the bottom, I was messy as a nappy-soiling toddler could be down there. I glanced up inquiringly behind me to find Brenda watching me from the landing, grinning like a fool. She leaned over the balcony rail, her heavy breasts straining against her sheer cotton top as she encouraged me. "On your hands and knees now, baby. Show Aunty Bwenda how you crawl into the kitchen like a good little baby girl. And let me hear you babbling like a proper baby girl should." I resentfully sucked on the teat of my dummy, mumbling mindlessly as I crawled down the hallway towards the kitchen. I was thankful the lacy hem of my pink satin nightgown was to short to get caught under my knees. Brenda chuckled nastily as she watched my slow infantile progress, and then she dashed into the upstairs bathroom to take her morning shower. Please take one minute to post a comment here and let me know what you think? I really want to read your comments. Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia