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Sorry for the long gap between posts. My mum died last month, and there's been a whole lot of family stuff to attend to. It's been busy. Chapter 19. Mummy Melody and Baby Candy Brenda giggled and walked out, leaving me alone on the lounge for a minute. I took the opportunity to grab the front of my bulging baby panties with both hands and urgenfly caress my rock-hard tool through my thick fluffy nappy and my crackling plastic panties. I wriggled about on my back like an excited infant, the wool cushions scratchy against my baby-smooth legs. I tried not to make too much noise with my rattle, but it was a waste of time. Every move I made caused it to rattle and swish attractively. Melody returned to the kitchen a minute later and I heard her tell my babysitter, "That's one little girl down for the count. One to go." "Do you mind if I...?" I couldn't see Brenda hold up the camcorder and nod her head in the direction of the lounge room, but I heard Melody chuckle before she replied. "Sure, I don't mind." The beautiful twenty-something headed down the hallway and I heard her footsteps approach. I released my grip on the front of my slippery plastic panties and brushed down the front of my yellow frock. She was smiling in anticipation when she strode into the lounge room, her flared blue babydoll dress swirling high about her lightly-tanned thighs. Melody stepped over to where I was lying on the lounge and ordered, "Lift your head, Baby Candy." I raised my head and shoulders and she sat down, sliding her curvaceous bottom sideways towards me till her slender thighs were under my head. I didn't see Brenda creep into the room with the camcorder viewer raised to her face, the lens aimed at me and the red recording light glowing. I only had eyes for Melody as the beautiful blonde slid aside the ruffled shoulder straps of her baby-blue frock and pulled both arms free. I gazed up at her elegant swan-like neck and saw the pulse in her throat beneath the milk-white skin. She eased down her tight elasticised shirred top to her waist, revealing her shiny beige nylon bra. I could see a white plastic clip at the top of each thick cup and realised there was an absorbent cotton pad inside each one. Melody unfastened the plastic clip on the right and lowered the stiff padded cup. I was drooling heavily in anticipation, warm spittle leaking from the corners of my mouth. Her plump white breast popped out, the pinky-brown nipple already stiffening in readiness. She leaned over me, smiling at my joyous expression, a twinkle in her sky-blue eyes and her platinum hair falling about her beautiful heart-shaped face. I moaned quietly in arousal when I saw a tiny droplet of milk already forming on the bumpy tip, inches from my nose. I could actually smell her milk, a strange sweet/sour scent mingling with her intoxicating perfume and her natural body aromas. Her pink areola was about an inch and a half in diameter, paler than her stiff erect bud. There was a faint tracery of blue veins beneath her almost translucent skin, running from her areola all the way back towards her armpit. I wasn't as bold as Cindy, and let the smiling woman guide her seeping nipple towards my open mouth. She cupped her massive mammary with her right hand, letting the thimble- sized bud poke out between her splayed fingers as she steered it between my drool-coated lips. Melody gasped when I hungrily latched on, drawing the firm morsel of woman flesh deeply into my mouth. I marvelled at the warmth of her bounteous bosom and the silky feel of her alabaster skin against my cheek. I sucked hard and was surprised that only a few drops of watery milk seeped out. Instinctively I dropped my noisy rattle to grab her swollen teat. The plastic toy dangled from the loop around my wrist as I reached up and started kneading and pressing her firm cushiony breast with both hands, sucking even harder. I inhaled deeply through my nostrils, breathing in her scent, my clittie throbbing madly inside my nappy. Melody gave a moan of pleasure/pain that did little to deter me. More sweet milk dribbled into my mouth and I greedily sucked and swallowed, my pounding clittie ready to explode inside my moistening nappy. I soon settled into a rhythm, sucking repeatedly and allowing my mouth to mostly fill before thirstily gulping down her nectar. Her milk was thin, watery and sweet, but it was the greatest gift of maternal love. Melody gently stroked my head and crooned in tender loving tones, "That's it, baby. Good girl. You have a lovely feed, Baby Candy. Mmm. Good girl. What a good little baby girl." She cradled my head in her right arm and kept my flushed face pressed against her wonderful soft bosom, and I lost myself in breastfeeding from her like a contented infant. Brenda moved closer to us and filmed me suckling from directly above. I was completely unaware of what she was doing. I had my eyes closed in infantile bliss as I hungrily breastfed from the gorgeous young mother, palpating her warm cushiony teat with the curled fingers of both hands in an effort to squeeze out more of her life-giving nourishment. Brenda kept the camcorder lens aimed at us and moved her face away from the viewer to attract Melody's attention. Her sparkling emerald eyes glanced pointedly in the direction of my crotch and she tilted her head in indication. Melody had to stifle a laugh when she noticed my swollen erection tenting out the front of my shiny baby panties. "I think Baby Candy likes breastfeeding from my boosies, Aunty Brenda," she quietly chuckled. My cousin retorted with surety, "I think she loves breastfeeding from your boosies, Mummy Melody." Despite the distraction of a mouthful of milk and a face full of warm creamy breast, I could tell my cousin was smiling down at me. "She really is a pretty little thing," Melody commented in an affectionate tone. I could hear the smile in her voice too, and I wriggled in ecstasy in her loving arms, my erection swelling to new undiscovered proportions. "She certainly makes a beautiful baby girl," Brenda agreed without a hint of sarcasm. She reached down with her free hand and pretended to stroke the bulging front of my yellow plastic panties. "I think that's because she secretly loves being a helpless little baby girl." She indicated to Melody that she should gently pat my tenting nappy front. Unseen by me, the beautiful young mother threw Brenda a questioning look. My cheeky cousin repeated the motion, nodding enthusiastically, and returned the camcorder viewer to her face before stepping back to film the results. I was oblivious to Brenda moving about filming me. Melody's beautiful breast and her sweet milk filled my whole world, and I focused on sucking out her watery feast like a starving African baby. The area surrounding my mouth was warm and wet, but I wasn't sure if it was milk, sweat or drool. Brenda filmed Melody's hand as it moved from stroking my head down my nylon-clad body, before brushing aside the front of my frothy chiffon petticoats. I loved the feminine swishing sound of my petties rustling against my plastic panties. Melody's cupped fingers hovered uncertainly above the tenting bulge in my baby panties. I couldn't believe how hard I was inside my nappy. I was grunting and gurgling wetly in excitement, my whole body trembling in ecstasy. Pre-cum was leaking out of my throbbing clittie and forming a slippery wet patch inside my fluffy swaddling. Every time I wriggled about on Melody's lap, the sensitive underside of the swollen head sensuously rubbed against the moist slick spot, making me even more excited. It was like I was living my fantasy, re-living my erotic dream. I didn't want to cum too soon. I wanted this wonderful experience to last for an eternity. Brenda held the camera away at arm's length, still recording the breastfeeding baby while she lovingly crooned, "Isn't she a beautiful baby girl, Melody?" My heart leapt in my chest at her sweet words of praise and I wriggled and gurgled in joy. My clittie couldn't possibly get any harder, but it did. Brenda smiled wolfishly at my thrilled reaction and nodded encouragingly to her friend. "Yes she is," Melody sang in agreement. Brenda smiled and nodded and Melody continued, "She's a gorgeous little Princess." They both saw my bulging erection twitch madly beneath my shiny plastic panties and smirked at each other. Melody's hand slowly settled on top of my tenting nappy front with a feather-light touch. I moaned in unabashed delight around a mouthful of milk, trying not to spill a precious drop as my whole body shook with excitement. I couldn't prevent the excited whimpers gurgling wetly past the liquid in my throat. Melody crooned, "Baby Candy is a beautiful little baby girl." "Even if she can't stop wetting and pooping her nappies?" Brenda questioned with a sly giggle. "She can't help it," Melody kindly replied on my behalf, making excuses for my infantile behaviour. I revelled in her generosity and her beautiful loving nature. She cupped her hand over my throbbing tool and lightly slid her fingers up and down over my slippery plastic panties. Her touch was so gentle, I could hardly tell her hand was there. I writhed and groaned in arousal, trying not to dribble milk all over my wonderful wet-nurse, wantonly thrusting up my hips to meet her hand. "She's just a baby. A beautiful little baby girl. It's not her fault." I couldn't control my reaction to her tenderly crooned affirmation of my true status. I gasped and tried to avoid biting her seeping nipple when my swollen clittie exploded inside my fluffy nappy. Pulsating bursts of bad baby juice squirted out of me as I shivered and shook in excitement, the wonderful sensations overwhelming me. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt short of breath. Electric jolts of absolute pleasure made my body twitch and writhe uncontrollably on Melody's lap, and colourful fireworks exploded inside my brain. My eyes rolled back in my head and I think I lost consciousness for a few seconds. "Shh baby. There, there, darling. Shh," Melody soothed me with a loving chuckle as I helplessly jerked and twisted in her arms. She pressed my face harder against her softening breast and I snorted for air through flared nostrils, my eyes closed in orgasmic bliss. "Keep sucking, darling. Don't stop feeding. That's it, Baby Candy. Good girl. That's my good little baby girl." Melody gave my pulsating clittie a few dismissive pats that made me whimper and moan, and returned to gently stroking my hair and cheek. To Brenda she whispered, "I think our baby girl made creamies in her nappy. That was a bit premature." Brenda snickered and commented, "She's a premature baby." They both giggled at the witticism. "That would explain so many things," Melody softly replied to my cousin with a meaningful glance at me. I kept nursing despite my breathlessness, desperately snuffling for air through my nostrils as I slowly sucked and swallowed. Even though I was kneading her breast quite firmly, her supply of milk seemed to be slowing. Melody noticed and brushed my hands aside, insisting; "Here baby. Let me." I opened my eyes, watching as she wrapped her whole hand around the emptying dug and gave it a hard squeeze that looked painful. I certainly wouldn't have dared squeeze a woman's breast that firmly, especially one who was breastfeeding, but what did I know? I'm just a baby. A beautiful baby girl. Melody milked out another mouthful of watery breast milk for me, then let go of her flaccid breast to unfasten the other cup. "That one's empty," she commented to Brenda with a pleased smile. "I'll give her a nurse from the other teat, then we can put our beautiful Baby Candy down in the cot for her nap." "Good idea," agreed Brenda. Melody slipped her fingertip inside the corner of my mouth to break my suction grip. My lips separted from her swollen nipple with a loud 'plop' and I mewled in disappointment even as I gasped for air. Before I could voice a protest, Melody used the finger in my mouth to steer my lips to her other plump teat. I grunted in satisfaction as I latched on to the succulent bud, grabbing her beautiful silky flesh with both hands. Her skin smelled sensational and I inhaled deeply, filling my nostrils with her intoxicating perfume. The sensation of breastfeeding on her first breast caused more milk to let down in the second, and initially it was easier to fill my mouth. Plus I was learning how to do it properly, like a real baby learning to feed from her mother. I knew Melody was bending over me watching me lustily nurse, and I think she was smiling down at me. Her silky platinum locks escaped the sides of her sky-blue headband to lightly brush my face, and I could smell a hint of apples in her hair conditioner. I don't think I'd ever felt so alive as at that moment. When she was sure I was suckling in a steady rhythm, both hands busily kneading her swollen teat, Melody turned away from watching me breastfeed to chat with Brenda. I ignored the women as they quietly discussed the latest in potty- training techniques, Melody giving my cousin advice that was intended to help with my eventual re-training. I lay back in a post-orgasmic haze, concentrating on suckling properly from my beautiful wet-nurse. I was barely aware of the grown-ups' muted conversation. It wasn't important to me. I'm just a baby. I'm a beautiful baby girl. My attention was focused on the wonderful creamy bosom filling my vision and the sweet watery milk I suckled from Melody's bountiful body. It was an incredible experience, and I felt a tiny hint of the deep loving bond that can form between a breastfeeding mother and her infant. As my satisfied clittie shrivelled inside my nappy, I naturally relaxed and started to pee. I sighed in pleasure as I felt the almost-scalding stream of urine wash over my tummy and trickle down between my legs. It was completely natural to just relax and let go, letting my water bathe me in sweet aromatic warmth. I felt so happy, so content, so... babyish. I wriggled about in infantile bliss, my eyes closed and my sweaty face pressed against the cushiony softness of Melody's heavenly boosie. I was breathing deeply between swallowing mouthfuls of warm milk, my mind wandering. Melody noted the gradual change in my breathing and gazed fondly down at me, nodding to Brenda that the baby was dropping off. I don't know when I fell asleep, but I didn't wake even when Melody stood up cradling me in her arms. I know the women must have carried me into Cindy's Nursery and locked me in the crib, because that's where I awoke. I was puzzled. I had no memory of entering the little girl's bedroom, and I certainly didn't remember being locked in the white-painted wooden crib. It was smaller than my pink crib at Aunty June's, with not enough room to stretch out my legs when I yawned and struggled to full wakefulness. I threw back the pink top sheet aside glanced over at the empty single bed against the opposite wall, noting the tossed-back Disney Princess sheets. Cindy had slept in a big-girl bed, while I'd been confined in her old cot like a useless baby. It looked like my playmate was already awake and up for the afternoon. I wondered if she'd managed to stay dry? My nappy was a warm wet weight on my groin and I wriggled about in the familiar stimulating humidity, enjoying the feel of the sodden cloth clinging to my rock-hard clittie. I sucked contentedly on my dum-dums and reached down to caress the tenting front of my yellow baby panties. That's when I realised someone had undressed me and buckled mittens on my fists. Apart from my nappy, pilchers and the white leather mittens, I was naked. I had slept so soundly after nursing from Melody's beautiful breasts, I hadn't even woken when the women removed my shoes and socks and my dress and petticoat, and buckled these stupid restraints around my wrists. Nursing from Melody's beautiful milky-white bosoms. Ahh, what a memory! I clutched my crinkling baby panties to myself and firmly rubbed my sensitive stiffie with my mittened fists, pressing the sensuous soggy warmth harder against my swollen tool. I didn't care that I was locked in my playmate's crib and wearing mittens. I'm a baby. I'm a beautiful, helpless baby girl. I chewed harder on my dum-dums, imagining I was feasting on Melody's beautiful firm nipple, gurgling wetly in excitement as I writhed in pleasure in the too-short baby cot. I didn't realise there was a baby monitor attached to the end of the crib, transmitting every sound in the Nursery to the receiver in the kitchen. Melody heard the babyish noises I was making as I struggled awake, and she grinned as she headed for the Nursery with a big pink baby bottle in her hand. I rolled onto my tummy, the dummy clip sliding around my neck, and found a big pink and white bunny lying in the cot beside me. It was enormous, almost as big as Cindy. I wrapped one arm around the huge plush toy and cuddled her tightly, using one long fluffy ear to wipe some of the excess drool from my chin. I gazed through the white painted bars at Cindy's Nursery as I rocked and rolled on the front of my deliciously drenched diaper, thrusting my stiff little clittie into the warm wet folds. Cindy had a classic little girl's room, a pink and white confection with white painted furniture, pastel-pink walls and translucent white chintz curtains with a pink floral print. There were stuffed toys and beautifully dressed dolls on every flat surface; even the top of her wardrobe was littered with a menagerie of stuffed animals. I imagined I was the little girl who lived here and Melody was my Mummy, and I thrust my throbbing clittie into the wonderful wetness that sweetly cocooned me with more urgency. "Ma-ma!" I burbled wetly around my dum- dums, clutching the pink bunny like my life depended on it. "Ma-ma! Ma- ma!" The first hint I had that Melody was standing beside the crib was when she gently plucked my dummy teat from my spittle-wet lips and replaced it with the nipple of my baby bottle. Cool water filled my mouth and I swallowed and sucked again, lifting my face out of the pillow to gaze up at the beautiful young mother smiling down at me. "Ma-ma?" "Hello Baby Candy! You're finally awake! You had a very long nap, sweetheart." Melody let the sloshing bottle rest on my pillow and I released the plush pink bunny with one hand to grab the heavy plastic vessel. "Let's just check how wet you are," she suggested as she gently spread my thighs. I realised what she intended and helpfully opened my legs wide and poked up my padded bum at her. "Good girl," she murmured, as she pulled aside one tight elastic leg band of my baby panties and slipped her fingers inside. "Ooo! What a wet baby girl!" She smiled forgivingly at me as she withdrew her fingers. She wiped the damp tips on her blue gingham apron, her sky-blue eyes sparkling with amusement. She didn't seemed upset or annoyed to find that I was drenched after my nap. It was like she expected nothing else of me. I was a baby to her. A helpless little baby girl. A beautiful little baby girl. "We'll have to change this nappy right away," she sang. Melody stepped back and trod on the release lever, catching the crib side rail as it dropped. She pulled me closer to the edge and then gathered me in her arms. "Come here, baby." I was surprised when she picked me up and carried me to the change table a few feet away. I bit harder on the silicon teat and clutched my bottle to my bare chest with my mittened fists to avoid dropping it, and clamped the pink bunny against my side with my elbow. "Oomph! Gosh you're a big baby," she complained before she set me down. "Aren't you, Baby Candy?" She smiled affectionately at me to take the sting out of her words and I nodded in helpless agreement. Cindy's padded table had a pink and white vinyl cover in a cute Strawberry Shortcake motif, and the top was cold against my bare back. She reached over and tweaked my bunny's black nose. "You like bunny, don't you?" I nodded and cuddled her tighter. She laughed. "Alright, baby. You can hang onto bunny for a while." "Lift that widdle bot-bot. Good girl, now botty down and lift those footsies. Point your toesies like a pretty ballerina. Good girl! What a good baby girl! Gosh, you're so wet!" I didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed when the gorgeous blonde unpinned my drenched diapers and drew down the sodden front. My hard red stiffie bobbed above my tummy as though to focus her attention where it was required. I had to use both hands to hold my bottle, clumsy because of my tight leather mittens. I kept sucking down mouthfuls of water, watching her warily to gauge her reaction. Melody gave my raging erection a wry smile when I raised my hips so she could slide the wet nappies out from under me. "Gosh! You really do love all this baby treatment, don't you little girl?" I nodded shyly, trying not to jump when she wiped clean my hot throbbing clittie with a handful of cold moist baby wipes. Despite the chill, my erection didn't shrink one iota. It throbbed madly in her grasp and she smiled forgivingly at me as she carefully wiped every bit of my glistening red tool, even the seeping single eye. She let go of me and cleaned my damp tummy and between my legs, then rolled me back onto my shoulders to wipe my bottom. She asked in a mild conversational tone, "Have you always wanted to be a baby girl?" I had my eyes closed in bliss as she gently stroked my sensitive back door, wiping my wrinkled freckle again and again to remove every trace of urine-stained powder. I was so aroused, so excited, I was barely aware of what I was doing when I plucked the dripping bottle teat from my mouth and responded. "I've alwayth wanted to be a girl," I confessed before I could stop myself. Cool watered spurted onto my cheek, breaking the momentary spell. I froze, terrified of her reaction, and shoved the silicon nipple back in my mouth to shut myself up. Melody didn't miss a beat. She continued wiping my crack and cleaning my botty cheeks, and for one moment I thought she hadn't heard me. "You make a beautiful little girl," the gorgeous blonde assured me, then she lowered my ankles and smiled at my anxious expression. "You really do," she added, nodding and smiling when my faltering smile returned and I began sucking and swallowing again. "You even sound like a little girl. Your voice is so sweet and high and feminine." She disposed of the wipes and gave my blushing pink cheek a gentle tweak. "I told you and your Aunties. When I first met you, I thought you were a beautiful little girl named Candy. I still think that -" she pointedly glanced down at my hard red clittie bobbing above my tummy "- despite the current evidence to the contrary." My blush deepened and she gave a forgiving chuckle. "It's alright, baby girl. I know you can't help it." The sound of air sucking back through the nipple alerted Melody that my bottle was empty. She gently took it from my mittened fists and stepped over to the crib, and returned with my dummy on the chain. She licked the amber rubber teat with her agile pink tongue in a strangely erotic gesture, making sure the inside of the pink plastic guard was moistened with her spit before she popped the glistening dum-dums between my lips. I sucked the amber rubber teat deeply into my mouth until the spittle-wet guard caressed my pouting lips. It was almost like a sweet kiss on the mouth from the beautiful young mother and my stiff clittie swelled so hard, it almost hurt. She smiled at the noisy sucking sounds I made and let the clip drop to the vinyl padded surface, the pink plastic chain resting against my neck. Melody grabbed my ankles again and hoisted my feet high into the air, folding me back so she could powder my bottom. My raging hard-on almost bumped my nose and I instinctively sucked harder on my dum-dums. She took her time rubbing in the lightly-perfumed talc, caressing my botty cheeks with firm sure strokes before delving deeply into my crack. Her fingertip circled my twitching wrinkled hole for a few tantalising moments, moving closer and closer to my puckered entrance before playfully goosing me a few times. The tip of my clittie had turned purple and I was shaking with excitement by the time she slid some prepared nappies under my elevated rear. When she let my legs drop, my powder-coated botty dropped onto the cushiony-soft nappies like a duckling's bottom settling into a pile of downy feathers. I felt sure every square millimetre of my bot-bot had been well tended and my pulsating clittie was harder than ever. My beautiful babysitter smiled at my turgid excitement and sprinkled a cloud of baby powder over it, covering my tummy in a perfumed white mound. She placed aside the container of talc and turned back to me, smiling in anticipation. Melody quietly insisted, "You want to be a pretty little girl, don't you Baby Candy?" Her hand hovered millimetres above the powder-covered stiffie bouncing centimetres above my tummy. I nodded. "Yeth!" I replied around my sloppy dum-dums. I gasped in excitement when she smoothed the pile of powder along my throbbing crimson shaft with the tip of her index finger, from the purple crown all the way down to my twitching ball sack. "Why, baby? Why do you want to be a girl?" Her tone wasn't condemning or accusatory. Melody actually sounded intrigued - like she wanted to understand. "I dunno," I mumbled, unable to meet her inquiring sky-blue eyes. I sighed in disappointment when she stopped caressing me and backed away slightly from the change table. Melody shook her head, frowning in disapproval, and for a moment my erection faltered. The blood seemed to rush from my straining tool to my face and my clittie drooped. "No baby. Don't do that," she softly scolded me. "I really want to know. Alright? Tell me." I could see genuine concern shining in her beautiful blue eyes and my fears melted away. The gentle touches to my bobbing tool resumed and I sucked my dum-dums and hugged my bunny in relief. Her voice turned syrupy and she cooed like she was talking to her own daughter, "Tell Mummy why you want to be a girl, baby. Tell Mummy all about it." I was panting with excitement and had difficulty mustering my thoughts. "Becauthe - becauthe girlth are tho much nither than boys," I halting replied around my dum-dums. "Boyth are yucky!" I exclaimed, blatantly condemning my own sex like a sissy Judas. "Yes they are," Melody readily agreed, moving closer to stare into my eyes. She giggled and gently spread the powder all over my bobbing clittie, her touch as light as a hummingbird's tongue, covering every straining inch till it looked like a pink sugar-coated treat. "Boys are yuck-spuck! What else, Baby Candy?" She prompted me, as I twisted and writhed on the change table. "What else do you love about being a girl?" The pink bunny slipped from my grasp and fell to the floor, but for the moment I didn't care. Melody's sky-blue irises were flecked with tiny dark spots, like a butterfly's silken wings. I almost lost myself in those amazing blue eyes. "I love wearing pwetty dwetheth and pwetty pantieth," I confessed, moaning uncontrollably when she smiled in approval and softly enveloped me in her warm powder-coated fist. I couldn't help lifting my botty to try and thrust myself into her delicate grip, rolling and rocking my hips in an attempt to increase the stimulating pressure. Melody could see what I was trying to do and moved her hand with me, keeping her touch feather- light. "Yes baby. Wearing pretty clothes and beautiful sexy undies is one of the best bits about being a girl," my loving babysitter tenderly agreed. "And make-up," I panted, abandoning all caution in my moment of passion. "I wove wearing make-up!" "And you look so beautiful when you're all made-up! Like a pretty little doll." Her voice was sweet as honey when she crooned, "That's what you are! You're my beautiful little dolly! Aren't you, Baby Candy? You're Mummy's beautiful baby doll. Yes you are!" Even though she was barely touching me, her sweet words seemed to resonate with something deep inside me. I was trembling with excitement, my whole body shaking on the padded table. "Ma-ma!" I burbled wetly. "Ma- ma! Mama !" Melody could tell how close I was to losing control. She raised the front of my clean nappy with her free hand and prepared to cover the tip of my swollen clittie in case it unleashed too soon. She sang to me, "Yes baby! Mama is here. It's alright, darling, Mama is here. Mama is going to dress you up in the prettiest of frocks and frilliest panties, and put some lipstick and mascara on you! Mummy will make her little girl look so pretty! You'll be my beautiful little baby doll, and all the girls will want to play with you." Her fingers pressed the soft fluffy terrycloth over the crown of my pulsating tool and gently massaged the sensitive tip. I groaned in arousal as I felt my climax approach with undeniable rapidity. "Mama! Mama! Mama!" I squealed, biting down on my dummy teat as my orgasm swept me away. Al the air seemed to vanish from the room and for a moment it was like breathing a vacuum. Despite emptying all the bad baby juice out of my balls earlier, my brief respite during my nap seemed to have been long enough for a full reload. The fireworks went off in my brain and my eyes rolled back in my head. It was a good thing Melody had the clean nappy ready. As the first jolt blasted out of me she whipped out her stimulating hand and pressed the cloth front firmly over me, catching every pulsating burst. I bucked and shrieked, "Mama! Mama!" Melody cried, "Oh baby! There you go! Ooo! Baby Candy made creamies in her nap-naps! Good girl!" I moaned around my dummy teat, gasping for breath, incapable of responding. "Good baby! Aww! There, there. It's alright, baby. Mama's here," Melody tenderly crooned. "Mama will take care of her beautiful little baby girl." She pinned the damp nappy around my hips before I'd finished twitching and gasping for air. When she asked me to lift my footsies in the air and point my toesies like a pretty ballerina, my feet trembled like leaves in the wind. I sucked harder on my sloppy dum-dums in an effort to control my ragged breathing, my eyes closed in a post-orgasmic haze. Melody slid some clean plastic panties over my pointed toesies and up my shivering legs. The baby pants were mostly yellow, but with a colourful print of nursery-rhyme characters and a narrow band of frilly white lace around the waist and leg bands. She slipped my white anklet socks with the yellow trim on my feet, straightened the elaborate lace frills to sit prettily, then sat me up. She picked up the pink bunny from the floor and placed her beside me on the change table. "We'll just put bunny here for the moment. Alright darling?" She smiled when I shyly nodded. "Arms up, sweetheart," Melody sang. She slid my sheer yellow frock over my head and raised arms, tugging it down over my body. She straightened the white lace-trimmed elasticised cuffs around my upper arms and adjusted the low round neck to sit prettily. "Hold out your hands, sweetheart." I sighed in relief when Melody unbuckled the narrow straps around my wrists and removed my restrictive leather mittens. I grimaced in pain when I tried to straighten my fingers and reach for my bunny. I grabbed the plush toy with my wrists and clumsily clutched her to my breast. Melody tossed the white mittens in my change bag beside the change table and reached inside. "Here darling." She slipped the plastic loop of my rattle over my left wrist before I could move my hand away. The plush bunny blocked my view when she did something to the rattle to shorten and lock the strap, and she pressed the shaped plastic handle into my fingers. They were too numb to get a proper grip, and I accidentally dropped the rattling plastic toy. I glanced down and I could see my tiny pink nipples through the sheer fabric of my yellow frock, and I shyly covered them with the head of my bunny. Without the frothy chiffon petticoats fluffing out the skirts, the lace-edged hem actually covered my bulging panty crotch - if only just. She straightened the hemline and smoothed the flared skirts over my bulky swaddling. "I don't think you need any shoes for the moment," Melody decided as she lifted me down. "You girls can play inside this afternoon." She set me on my feet, expecting me to walk outside. I didn't see her smile and shake her head when I automatically dropped to all fours. She shrugged her shoulders in resignation and instructed me, "Alright baby, give me your bunny and crawl outside. You can have a little playtime with Cindy in the sunroom." She took the bunny from my hands and pointed to the doorway. As I crawled out of the Nursery I started to pee, and I enjoyed the familiar warmth splashing around my shrinking clittie. In the past I had to remain still before I could relax my bladder enough to let go. Now it seemed natural to pee while I was waddling or crawling around. I didn't realise that my bladder was learning to automatically empty within minutes of me climaxing. It was almost a reflex now. The spreading warmth felt wonderful, especially when my limp little tool rubbed against the wet front of my tightly-pinned nappy. I shuffled down the hallway dragging my noisy rattle on the loop around my wrist. Cindy was sitting on the carpet watching TV and I crawled over beside her. She briefly glanced my way, frowning at the sound of my rattle. "Hi baby," she briefly greeted me, and I merely grunted around my dum-dums in reply. She was intently watching an episode of 'Playschool' and mostly ignored me as I sat on my puffy wet bottom beside her. Melody leaned down to hand me the bunny, and I took the pink toy and cuddled her to my bosom. I kept one hand wrapped around my noisy plastic rattle, trying to keep it quiet. I hadn't seen 'Playschool' in years. It was a show designed for preschoolers, after all. The format hadn't changed - two mid-twenties presenters, one of each sex, doing some crafty things with egg cartons, toilet rolls, toothpicks and pipe cleaners. We looked through the round window today. There was a segment on how jelly beans were made in a factory, games with dolls, and a story read from a big book with pictures which had a moral lesson at the end. Melody walked in near the conclusion of the story with a sippy-cup of juice for Cindy and a fresh bottle for me. Cindy politely thanked her mother and shoved the sipping spout between her lips. I dropped my rattle and accepted the heavy baby bottle, and spat out my dum-dums. "Fank you, Mama," I shyly mumbled. I thrust the nipple in my mouth and instinctively lay on my back to suckle down some sweet apple juice, clutching the pink bunny against my body. I didn't see the quick condescending smiles Melody and Cindy exchanged. When the episode finished and Cindy had drained her cup, she jumped to her feet. "Hurry up and finish your bottle, Baby Candy," she ordered impatiently. "Mummy made me an elastic band so we can play elastics." She held up a long loop of white hat elastic and called to her mother for help. Melody stretched the elastic around the legs of a kitchen chair she carried in, and I had to place my bunny aside for the moment. Cindy made me stand a few meteres from the chair with the stretched band looped around my spread ankles. When Cindy started jumping in and out of the elastic I began shaking my rattle in time and chanting the rhyme I'd heard the girls repeat this morning. Cindy beamed at me in approval. "That's it, Baby Candy! Keep singing," she commanded gleefully as she jumped up, trying to trap both sides of the elastic under her tiny feet at the same time. It took her several goes before she succeeded and she grinned in delight when she finally trapped them. "See? That's how you do it," she proudly boasted. It wasn't very exciting standing there while Cindy had all the fun, but I didn't really mind. I enjoyed the fact that I was playing girls' games with another girl who didn't make fun of me and treated me like a real girl - just like her. Melody poked he head around the kitchen doorway and suggested, "Cindy? Why don't you let Baby Candy have a turn, too? You have to share and take turns, honey. Remember?" "Yes Mummy," Cindy dutifully replied, although she pulled a silly face at me. "Come on Baby Candy. Swap places and you can have a go." "That's a good girl!" While we exchanged places Melody discretely aimed the camcorder lens at me. She loved filming her beautiful little girl at play, and it hadn't taken much asking from Brenda to get her to record my activities with Cindy. Playing elastics was harder than it looked, especially with a bulky wet nappy forcing my thighs wide and my lacy dress hem flipping up to block my view. The rattle clenched in my fist made a delightful sound as I jumped up and down. My dum-dums flopped all over the place and I shoved it in my mouth to get it out of my way. I mumbled the little rhyme around my dummy teat and Cindy sang along too, halting to scold me when I made a mistake and offering her advice. She quickly grew impatient with me and stepped out of the elastic band to push me aside. "That's enough, Baby Candy," she bossily insisted. "It's my turn now. Get in place." I resumed my position as a support post for an elastic band and we spent another half an hour playing the game. We were both improving when Melody brought everything to a halt by bringing out a plate of freshly-baked biscuits. "Yummy!" Cindy cried, running to her mother. "Thank you Mummy." Melody insisted on clipping a bibbie around my neck before I was allowed to eat anything. As I sat there muching on some delicious cookies still warm from the oven, I raised the bottom of my frilly bibbie with my rattle. This one was made from pink terry towelling with white lace edging, and informed the world I was a 'Little Miss Stinky Pants.' I was grateful my beaming playmate couldn't read the embarrassing embroidered message. I sat Bunny beside me so she could watch. While I was eating, Melody pushed my thighs further apart and wriggled one finger inside the tight elastic leg band of my baby panties. She smiled ruefully and shook her head when she pressed her fingeer against the warm wet crotch of my nappy, but she didn't scold me or reprimand me. She simply withdrew her hand and wiped her finger on my bibbie before standing upright. The voluptuous young mother produced a set of plastic knuckle bones from her apron pocket and asked, "Would you girls like to play 'Jacks'?" Cindy enthusiastically agreed and as soon as she gobbled down her biscuits, Melody wiped her face and hands with a warm damp washer. My face and hands got a quick wipe-over too, and then the charming young mother flopped down onto the carpet to join us. I was sitting opposite her when she crossed her slender ankles, her brief flared dress and apron flying up momentarily to reveal the shiny gusset of her baby-blue satin panties. She demurely brushed down her dress and pinafore and smiled knowingly at me as I insintively clutched my damp nappy front against my reacting tool. It was impossible to be discrete with a noisy rattle strapped around one's wrist. I moved my fingers away from my thickening clittie with an embarrassed guilty expression and picked up Bunny to keep my hands out of mischief. We spent the next tweny or thirty minutes playing with the plastic Jacks, and I learned how to scoop up one, then two, then three knuckles while throwing another piece of plastic bone in the air and catching it again. Four was too many for me. It was just as well the rattle was attached to my left wrist. The noise would have been unbearable if it was on my right hand. When it was Melody's turn, I watched her massive bosoms wobble heavily each time she threw and scooped. I was glad I was wearing my bibbie when I realised a warm stream of spittle had oozed past my dummy guard to dribble down my chin. It was actually fun playing the game, and I was disappointed when Cindy grew bored. She had the attention span of a dragonfly. "I wanna watch TV now Mummy," she insisted. She jumped up and returned to her usual spot on the carpet in front of the television. "Alright, darling," Melody crooned, using the remote to switch on the TV. She handed the device to her daughter and held out her hand for mine. "Come on, Baby Candy. Your Aunty Brenda will be here soon to pick you up. We'd better get you ready to go." She helped me to my feet and held my hand so I didn't have to crawl out of the room. I clutched the pink bunny to my body like she was my best friend. She led me back to the lounge room and my clittie grew harder, my excitement palpable when she sat down and lifted me onto the lounge beside her. "Come here, Baby Candy. I thought you might like to have a last feed from Mama'a boosies before Aunty Brenda arrives to take you home. Would you like that, baby girl?" I clutched my rattle so tightly, I thought the handle might break. "Mama! Mama!" I squealed in thrilled reply, shaking my rattle enthusiastically. I eagerly lay over her thighs and turned my face towards her opulent bosom. "Shh! Shh baby girl, shush." Melody took my bunny from my hands and placed her beside me on the lounge, then glanced towards the doorway to the hallway. "We don't want your big sister getting jealous, do we?" I urgently shook my head and she smiled at my enthusiastic agreement. Melody slid the ruffled shoulder straps down her arms and wiggled them free, then eased down her elasticised shirred top over her bountiful bosom. I lay back watching in admiration as the gorgeous young mother deftly unhooked the shiny beige bra cup and pushed it down, letting her swollen teat flop onto my upturned face. Droplets of watery milk squirted me in the face and this time I didn't wait. I grabbed the silky fleshy mound with both hands like a starving baby and wrapped my lips around her luscious russet bud. I couldn't believe the warmth of her silky skin pressed against my face and I snuffled for air as I sucked hard, filling my mouth with her wonderful sweet milk. Melody groaned quietly and shuddered at the intensity of my suckling, but she didn't tell me to stop. I drew her teat halfway down my throat, tonguing the firm bud against the soft palate on the roof of my mouth as I sucked and swallowed, draining the life-giving nourishment from her abundant breast. I wriggled in uncontrollable excitement when Melody let her hand rest over the tenting front of my yellow plastic panties. The gorgeous blonde pressed the warm wet nappies against my straining little tool and then wrapped her fingers as far around my pounding shaft as the bulky wet cloth would allow. "Suck baby," she quietly urged me. "Nurse on Mummy's titty like a good baby girl. Mmm, that's it. Good girl." I snorted for air through flared nostrils as my clittie swelled even more, till I thought it was about to explode. Maybe because I'd already cum so many times today, my sensitive little stiffie didn't react like it normally did. Even though I felt I was on the verge of climaxing, I teetered on the edge for several glorious minutes. Melody massaged me through my crinkling baby panties and my soggy nappies as she crooned sweet encouraging words in my ear. I revelled in the fabulous sensations of being Mummy's well-loved, precious little baby girl. A single thought echoed in my head. 'Mummy loves me, Mummy loves me, Mummy loves me.' I knew in my heart it was true. We had bonded like mother and infant. My orgasm wasn't unexpected, but it didn't sweep me away this time. I felt my throbbing clittie jerk and twitch under her gentle touch as I safely emptied all my bad baby juice into my thick soggy nappies where it belonged. I didn't stop suckling even for an instant, my whole being focused on her comforting breast and the sweeet nourishment sliding down my throat. I was surprised when Melody brushed my hands aside to milk out the last few drops from her emptying titty. "Good girl, that didn't take long." She used her finger to break my suction seal and I lay back panting. She wiped her sore-looking red nipple with a baby wipe, then tucked the sagging dug back inside the padded bra cup. In moments the other cup was pressed down out of the way and I had latched on to her other swollen russet-red nipple. "Mmm, good girl! What a hungry baby you are, Baby Candy. Mama might just have to send home some of her yummy milk with Aunty Brenda. That way Aunty June will be able to make up some bottles of breast milk for my sweet little baby girl to have at night-nights. Would you like that, baby?" I nodded sleepily, my eyes closed in bliss, her milk sweet cloying in my mouth and my tummy starting to feel full. I woke up on the lounge with Brenda leaning over me and shaking my shoulder. "Come on, Baby Candy. It's time to take you home." I slurped wetly on my sloppy dummy teat as I struggled to wake up. I wobbled unsteadily as my cousin held my hand and walked me outside, where she steered me backwards into the candy-striped stroller. It was only then I realised I was wearing my baby bonnet. It was like wearing a set of blinkers, partly blocking my vision from the sides. Melody or Brenda must have tied it around my head while I was asleep. I lay back and sleepily closed my eyes while Brenda strapped me in, licking the traces of breast milk from around my lips and the guard of my dum-dums to assure myself it hadn't all been a fantastic dream. My cousin straightened the frilly bibbie across my chest before lowering the pink webbing H-straps over my shoulders. She clicked the plastic buckles into the appropriate slots under my seat and smiled at the writing on my bibbie. When I was securely bound in the stroller, Brenda placed the big pink and white bunny in my arms. I cuddled the fluffy toy sleepily, gazing up at my smiling cousin in confusion. "Aunty Melody said you can keep the bunny," she told me, insisting, "Aren't you a lucky baby girl?" I nodded and cuddled the plush toy even tighter, my eyes drifting closed. Melody wandered outside cradling Cindy in her arms and she stepped over to the foot of my stroller. "Gosh she's a sleepy baby," she chided me with a forgiving chuckle. I opened my eyes to look up at the blonde beauty smiling tenderly down at me. Cindy was grinning at me too. "I think my little girl is plumb tuckered-out after her play-date with your Cindy," observed my grinning cousin. "The girls had a lovely time playing together this afternoon," Melody assured her. "Your Baby Candy was a perfect angel. You can bring her over to visit any time." Brenda hefted the packed diaper bag, heavy with my sodden nappies. "If by a perfect angel, you mean a wet little baby girl? Well, she certainly was that! Thanks for changing her, Melody." The gorgeous blonde mother simply smiled and nodded acknowledgement. Brenda stuffed my baby bag onto the wire tray under my bum and grabbed the white rubber handgrips. "Say bye- byes to Mama Melody your widdle girlfriend, Baby Candy." I let go of my bunny with my right hand and sleepily waved goodbye to Cindy and her mother, burbling something unintelligible around my dum-dums. "Bye-bye Baby Candy!" Cindy yelled, waving both tiny hands at me. "Goodbye baby girl," Melody bade me with a tender smile that made my heart skip a beat. "Bye Bren. Make sure you bring her back soon." "Thanks Melody. I sure will," my cousin lightly promised, making my heart soar in my chest. I imagined spending every day of my holidays with Mama Melody, being breast-fed and changed by her several times a day and dressed up in the prettiest of outfits. My clittie engorged with fresh blood and head grew giddy with excitement, and I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I hugged my fluffy bunny and smiled and closed my eyes, chewing contentedly on my dummy teat as Brenda wheeled me out to the street and along the footpath. With a tummy full of soporific breast milk I actually fell asleep again, and I didn't wake until we were out the front of Aunty June's place. To be continued.... It may be a while before I continue this story. I'm kinda feeling uninspired right now. Please keep posting your comments. They encourage me. Baby Jennie