“Look how precious she is!” I hear Melody from behind me, over at the hallway. Her voice draws me away from my crayons and colouring, things I love playing with, and rolls me onto my back. I curl my legs up from the floor, drag my blankie along with my right hand and lull my neck round to look up and over at her, standing across the room.
I just can’t help myself. I hear the warm, glowing sound of Melody’s voice cooing at me and I flutter my eye lashes and do everything in my power to be tiny and cute. It feels as though I am compelled to do it and I wouldn’t be able to act any other way, even if I wanted to. I have to be adored by her, no matter what.
She isn’t alone. It makes sense, considering the way she’s speaking. Talking about me, not to me.
I don’t know that woman. She and Melody seem to know each other well. They’re standing so close together, almost holding hands. Why isn’t she that close to me? I feel like I need Melody to sit beside me and stroke my head, legs, tummy - anything! Just be close to me.
The new woman is looking at me in awe, but not the shocked and repulsed kind most people go to when they see a woman in her twenties wiggling around on the floor in a diaper, sucking a pacifier, and clearly lusting for attention. She seems to be spellbound by me, saying, “Oh my God, yeah. She really is!”
A stranger fawning over me as I babble helplessly below them? I’m almost sickened by how much I’m loving it. How much I need her to keep going. Say more sweet things. Find me even more precious. Damn, my patheticness is so humiliating and I can’t get enough of it.
“Awww, I think she wants some belly rubs, huh?” Melody has a way of speaking that’s almost like singing. She’s a Siren with me under her spell.
I wiggle on my back even more to show how much I want those belly rubs. I need her, both of them, down here to dote on me. I’m such a good baby. So cute they have to love me. And they do.
Both hurry over to me, sending floods of unstoppable excitement through my body. Melody sits on the edge of the fur rug, her knee resting close to my head so she can look down from above me. The other woman on her right, kneeling closer to my legs as they feebly kick just a little bit. Almost instantly Melody’s hand is on my tummy, running back and forth, sending me onto fits of giggles.
I can see how captivated by me the other woman is. I want her to play with me too, not just look at me. Her focus is clearly on my diaper, despite how hard she is trying not to stare. She keeps flicking her eyes all over me but lingering on the crisp white padding I’m showing off down there. I guess that is the stand out thing about my image right now. Maybe I should try wet? That would really get her interested.
My mind and body are in sync today. I only had to consider the option of peeing for the need to arrive with urgency. I won’t hold back either. A little baby like me can’t hold it, can she?
The warmth and ecstatic release is all encompassing. My diaper will get so squishy and keep this warmth for a while. I’m certain it’s obvious too, with my legs splayed up like this so the whole world can see. Melody certainly catches on straight away and reacts as perfectly as I could hope.
“Awww. Uh-oh! Someone’s a pee-pee pants.” She always knows exactly what to say to make me squirm. I can’t help but squeak as Melody finishes a belly rub and slides her hand down onto my diaper, pressing down on the expanding warm patch. She squeezes the thickening bulge, driving another sound, more like a moan, out from behind my pacifier.
The other woman is obviously entranced by my diaper and it’s growth. The padding is swelling significantly and sagging down at my butt thanks to gravity. It must be quite a sight. Melody is clearly pleased with my wetting, now patting my expanding groin to feel the warmth.
“Come on, take a closer look,” Melody says, motioning to my quickly filling diaper. The other woman hesitantly reaches towards my padding and gently places her hand on my bulging diaper. I can hardly feel her there through the thickness, becoming more and more soggy. She is staring down there now, allowing all her focus to stay there. All my focus is on her. I want her to be enamoured with me.
Melody places her hand on my thigh and gives it a soft rub and squeeze. A shiver runs through me at the touch, bringing another gentle moan out from behind my pacifier. Thanks to the shiver I squirm slightly which makes me push my hips up, pressing my padded crotch against the woman’s hand. I feel the pressure from her. I’m still peeing but it’s slowing to a dribble now. The woman keeps her hand pressed a little more firmly against my diaper and looks over to Melody who’s contently smiling at her. The woman giggles, stifling her slightly awkward laugh. It’s not an uncomfortable awkwardness though. I can feel the eagerness she is holding back.
“It’s so warm.” She says to Melody who’d nods.
“Soggy diapers are always warm when a little cutie has just gone pee-pee,” Melody teases, looking straight at me. I giggle and squirm more. This time the woman presses back as my crotch pushes against her hand. I feel her really getting a good feel of my diaper. Then she squeezes it. A proper full hand tight squeeze which presses the sodded padding against me down there and brings out the most enjoyable moan so far. They both giggle at me as my little control slips away and I push myself against her hand more, practically humping it.
It feels ecstatic. I’m so desperate for this attention from a beautiful stranger. She must think I’m so small, so pathetic, so infantile. Just a plaything for her and Melody to tease and toy with. That’s all I want. I want to be their good baby and I’ll do anything to make them adore me.