i can always tell when ive had a rough day at work because i start fantasizing about having more and more loss of control. i want someone to give me a paci gag and diaper me and lead me around a con or event or something showing me off. and of course i do everything they say. i play with the other babies. i sit on a stranger's lap when they ask to hold me.
the paci gag has a water bottle attachment that leads to my kiddy leash backpack, like a camelbak. i'm not even being forced or coerced into drinking the water and special juice my cg keeps putting in there, because no matter how full my bladder gets, my oral fixation is such that i keep on sucking at it.
i just keeps on getting fuller and fuller and i whine and mumble around my paci and tug at my leash towards the bathroom. i'm really full... and i keep letting little trickles out into my diaper. is it on accident or because it feels good? i'm not really sure. i'm kind of drunk from the special juice. my cg is still pulling me around to all the different stations at the event. i'm given a stuffed animal and i smile and press it to my face. my new buddy...
my cg tells me to use my words whenever i mumble or tug, and of course i can't. i'm a baby. my paci is just there to signify that. i keep holding it... i'm pressing my legs together and i keep leaning forward a bit to feel the fullness inside. it feels really nice, the little sharp bursts of sensation.
i'm gonna pee. my cg can tell from my stance. i'm frozen with my legs pressed together and i'm leaned over, hugging my new teddy, and they invite anyone who wants to to watch. they adjust my stance a little so my diapered front is more visible.
"it's okay, you've been good. you can let go," they whisper in my ear. and i do.
it feels really good to let all my potty out. i can hear it hissing into my diaper as it gets warm and wet and heavy. i let out a little moan.
my cg takes me aside and changes me, and even teases my little dick a little before taping me up in a fresh one. i'm a little overstimulated and overwhelmed, but in the good way that comes with the loss of control. "want your paci out?" they ask, just in case. i shake my head. i like it too much.
they take me home from the event. i fall asleep in the car on the way home and when we get there i wake up in that weird kind of mid-nap wakeup way where the inside of your mouth tastes like dust and your head feels like it's only halfway out of the water of sleep.
when we get home, they insist on taking the paci gag off because i've had it on too long, it's time for dinner, and the straps were kind of rubbing when i fell asleep with it on in the car. i whine a little, but they promise me my voice can stay off, so i let them take it away.
when i go to sleep, i dream of almost nothing.