Slime Diaper Part 9
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You force yourself to unclench your fists. Fine. You'll give in and color. Not because your a baby or anything. You're just bored.
Using both your mitts you reach for the box of crayons.
"Nuh uh uh!" Lily picks up the bottle and puts it between your hands. "You're probably dehydrated with all those laxatives. Drink your bottle, then you can color."
She hooks a finger through your binky ring and pulls it out. "Whew, I don't doubt that your paci tastes accurate! It smells like it just got back from the gym!"
Using both hands to drink the bottle feels humiliating, but she was right. You didn't know how thirsty you were until the cold milk filled your mouth.
"That's a good girl, drink all your baba!" You scowl and try to ignore the stupid baby-talk she's directing at you and suck harder to get it over with. When you finish she takes it from you. It feels almost like she didn't trust you to put it down where it belongs.
"Ah ah ah!" She's shaking a finger at you. You're not sure what you've done, all you did was move to put your yummy binky back in your mouth.
"We're going to keep that pacifier out for a bit." She removes it from your hands and lets it dangle by the ribbon. "From what I've been told and seen, it appears that you're building a dependency on it, and since it's numbing your mouth, it might be be releasing an addictive opiate or narcotic."
You scowl and your fists clench impotently in your mittens.
"Calm down, baby. I have a theory that it takes a lot of energy for the diaper to masturbate you, which is why it hasn't stimulated your princess parts for a while....it simply doesn't need to! Every time you suck your pacifier you become more addicted. So you're going to show me what a big girl you can be and not suck your binky. Can you do that, Sweetie?"
You fight the urge to yell and kick your legs, and just barely overcome the impulse. "Yeth." You say begrudgingly.
"Good girl! I'm proud of you! Now let's get you all set up for tummy time!" First she unwraps a condom and rolls it over your pacifier "To keep it from making a mess everywhere." Then she lays out the coloring book, pours out the crayons and turns it to the first blank page. "Ooh, this one has a tree! Can you make a pretty green tree for me?"
Her cloyingly sweet tone is so obnoxious, but you lay down anyway. Coloring is really really difficult as you need to pinch the crayon between both your mittens to hold it, and then you can't really see where you're placing the tip against the page. Turning the pages is easy though, even if you sometimes turn more than one at a time.
As much as you hated the idea, you find that it really does make the time fly. You don't know what's worse though, that you gave in and decided to color like a toddler, or that you're actually enjoying it. Still, you color the tree orange just to spite Lily.
After a few pages your mouth is feeling very empty, and your thoughts keep returning to the pacifier dangling from it's ribbon. You can smell that delicious musky smell. There's already a few loads of delicious milky fluid in the condom and every thought seems to end in a little fantasy of ripping the condom off and drinking all the yummy cummies. Was Lily right? Had your dipee made you into an addict? You try to focus on coloring but it's just too hard.
"I wan mai pathee." You try to make it sound like an honest request, but it comes out as a definite whine.
"I know, sweetie, but remember, you're trying to be a big girl right now. Do big girls suck on pacis?"
"Noooo..." You hate that you actually sound like an actual toddler getting weened off of an actual pacifier.
"Just keep coloring, baby."
"It'th tho hawd tho!"
"Tell you what, do another two pages really well and we'll play a new game. One I played an awful lot."
"Fine." She's not listening to you! You want your paci! You angrily pick up a crayon and decide to do the pages as quickly as possible. To your surprise you realize that you've once again lost yourself in the task and have spent an hour carefully filling in a page with a puppy and one with a kite.
"Done!" You exclaim. "Paci now!" The numbing effect has mostly worn off, allowing you to finally talk normally.
"No paci. I said we'd play a game, not suck your paci, remember silly?" She speaks slowly and calmly, like she's defusing a tantrum...and it's working.
"Uuuuugh, what game? I don't want to play a game!"
"It's the name game. Come. Sit next to me here on the couch, I'll teach you how to play. It's easy."
You stand and stomp over to her and sit heavily on the couch with a wet squelch that makes you blush.
"That's my girl! Now to start, we turn on a TV with a show we don't know. The game is to pick a name you hear on TV, and imagine your life with that name. You have to find one you love that's super pretty and perfect for your job, your personal life, and any situation you can imagine. It sounded perfect for you with your current identity crisis."
"That's not a real game." You look down at the condom full of delicious cummies...it's just waiting for you to drink it...
"Maybe not, but I used to-" She looks toward you "Hey, eyes on the TV. How do you feel about Olga? Could you be an Olga? Can you imagine your lover yelling 'Oh Olga, don't stop!' in bed?"
The question catches you off guard and makes you laugh. Somehow she manages to get you playing the game with hundreds of hypotheticals that she'd probably thought of long ago. You're surprised to find that out of hundreds of names on TV across several shows and commercials you don't find a single one that you like, and you're sure one of the ones you heard was even your actual name.
"Don't sweat it sweetie, I played this game for a long long time before I finally found my name. I'm sure you will too. I'll just keep calling you sweet little nicknames."
"C-can I please have my paci now?" You beg as the TV is turned off.
"Sorry, but no. In fact, I think it's about nap time for you."
"Nap time?!? I'm not sleepy! It's noon!" You exclaim.
"Sorry, baby. You can either nap here on the couch or in your playpen."
You are NOT letting her put you in the playpen.
"I'll nap here." You say grumpily.
"Good choice. It's softer." She shifts back so she's laying on the couch, sitting up against the armrest. She pats her thighs and tummy. "All aboard!" She says.
You cringe at cuddling with someone you've only just met, but she's so insistent and cheerful. You lay on top of her, resting your head against her soft warm tummy.
"Your elbows are a digging into my knees. Scootch down a bit" She says. "No, a little lower. There you go! Nice and cozy." Lily grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and drapes it over you.
You really are quite comfortable and cozy, but you know you won't be able to sleep. Your mind is racing with a feverish need and your mouth is just so empty. You smack your lips a few times, imagining that your mouth is full with that wonderful musky smell.
"Can't sleep baby?" Lily strokes your head. Then she sighs. "You know, in my job at the dispensary I provide non-habit-forming alternatives for people with oral fixations. I guess I can do that for you too.
She lifts her black skirt and moves her panties to the side. There, inches from your face is her cock
"I'm only offering to help ween you off your little binky addiction. I guarantee that it won't be the same...but it might take the edge off. Use it if you want...or don't Whatever reduces your fussiness."
She pulls her skirt down over your head. The move reminds you of a mother modestly breastfeeding by hiding the activity with a shirt. You're alone in darkness, with the smell of her little balls and cock right in front of you.
Obviously you:
Take her into your mouth and try to make her cum like a big girl would
Use her like a pacifier and go to sleep for naptime like a baby would
You don't need her! You don't need naps! Fuck this! Use your binky!
