Crissie's New Mommy
“It’s not fair!” Crissie screamed as she threw her favorite teddy bear across the crib.
It had been three weeks and Crissie was starting to get a bit irritable, despite the fact that she was now living out number three of her top five all-time fantasies. She was trapped in the nursery of her dreams with an unlimited supply of the best diapers and the cutest clothes. Sure she was always at risk of permanent mental regression, but so long as she kept up her writing quota, she had nothing to worry about.
Crissie had everything she wanted and more. There was just one problem. She was completely alone.
At first, it wasn’t such a big deal. When she wasn’t writing, she was playing dress up, drawing in her infinite supply of coloring books, or getting some much needed “Crissie Time” with her wide variety of vibrators.
But after a while, Crissie started to get bored with the same old routine. Her toys started being less fun. She began to lose her appetite for her strict liquid diet. She may have looked cute, but she wasn’t feeling cute.
Crissie laid in her oversized crib, wearing a short, silk nighty over a pink Megamax diaper with two big stuffers inside. She sobbed stilly into the soft teddy bear named Miss Snorington that wore a big apron and a pretty pink hair bow on top of its fuzzy brown head. She squeezed the bear tightly, and mumbled gently into its felt ear, “I wish I had a mommy to play with.”
More tears flowed from Crissie’s eyes as she cried herself to sleep. As she slept, a strange magic overtook the room...
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“Good morning, baby girl. It’s time to wake up.”
A sweet, feminine voice cooed in Crissie’s ear. She stirred in her soaking wet nappy, her eyes cracking open to see a large figure looming over the top of her crib. She sank down into her blankets, nervous about the stranger standing before her.
The feminine voice giggled as Crissie felt whoever it was peel back the blankets. That’s when she saw it. A brown, cotton stuffed arm finished removing the blanket from Crissie’s body and reached around her, lifting her into the air.
Crissie came face to face with Miss Snorington, only she was far larger than she had been last night. Her cheeks reddened, feeling incredibly intimidated by her once miniature friend. Before she could say anything, her stomach let out a huge growl.
“Oh my, sounds like somebody’s hungry.” said Miss Snorington enthusiastically. She carried Crissie over to the large highchair that she never bothered to use on her own.
Crissie was placed onto the sturdy, wooden seat, her diaper squishing itself under the weight of her large bum.
The sloshy sound it made was enough to catch Miss Snorington’s attention. The bear reached down and prodded Crissie’s thick padding inquisitively. “This diaper is nowhere near used enough to get a change just yet. You’ll need to go a few more times before you earn that.”
Miss Snorington’s words rang in Crissie’s head. It was like the giant plushie knew exactly what to say to poke her buttons just right. She was simultaneously feeling very little and very horny.
Still, Crissie had yet to fully wake up. It honestly felt like she was still dreaming the most vivid dream of her life.
The bear, however, was determined to make Crissie realize her reality. Its paw pressed down harder on her diaper front, massaging around her most sensitive areas. “Is my precious little one enjoying herself?”
Crissie struggled for a moment to get the words out of her mouth, “Who...what...are you?”
The bear laughed once more, clearly amused by Crissie’s question. “I’m your mommy, silly. Master heard your cries and decided that you needed someone to look after you.”
Crissie’s eyes widened. “Master.” The title danced around her amorous brain. She’d heard nothing from her captor ever since the messages she received when she first arrived. This person, who seemed like an other-worldly figure, was tangible, and the bear knew about them.
“Master? Who...is ma-” Before Crissie could finish (in more ways than one), the bear lifted its paw off of Crissie’s diaper and pressed it against her lips, shushing her.
“Baby’s like you don’t need to be asking such big questions,” Miss Snorington said with a new, authoritative tone. The bear took hold of Crissie’s arms and pushed them into her lap. It then grabbed the big tray for the highchair and slid it into place, trapping Crissie’s arms underneath.
Now Crissie was fully awake. She struggled against the wooden slab that was shoved tightly against her tummy to no avail. She froze in place though as she watched her new mommy place a massive bowl of oatmeal in front of her. It must’ve been a full carton of the stuff.
Miss Snorington walked around back of Crissie and began tying a large, pink and white bib around her neck. “I heard how hungry you were, so I made plenty to help you grow big and strong!”
Crissie gulped hard at the bear’s vivacious voice. There was nothing she could do to stop the impending avalanche of slop that she would soon be guzzling down her throat.
With Crissie’s bib in place, the bear returned to face Crissie, submerging a spoon that was much wider her mouth into the porridge and resurfacing with a heaping helping. “Here comes the choo choo train! Choo choo.”
Reluctantly, Crissie opened her mouth to take her first bite. At least it would be more solid than the bottles she’d been subjected to for three straight weeks.
Unsurprisingly, the spoon was far too big to fit in Crissie’s mouth, not that Miss Snorington cared much. She struggled to fix her mouth around the plastic spoon as the bear pressed forward. The oatmeal was sugary sweet and mushy, just the way she liked it. While most of the spoon’s contents were shoved into her mouth, a good amount of it ran down her cheeks and landed on her bib and diapered lap.
Miss Snorington chuckled, “Someone’s a messy eater.”
Crissie both melted and grumbled as she choked down the first large helping. She blushed even more as her tormentous situation had the opposite effect on her sex drive. Being called a messy eater, especially when it wasn’t her fault, was definitely a trigger. Before she could even say anything to defend herself, the next spoonful was already greeting her lips. She barely had time to swallow between bites, as the colossal stuffed animal gleefully filled her baby’s tummy.
By the time feeding was over, Crissie could’ve sworn she was wearing more oatmeal than she’d eaten. Not that her stomach was very thrilled about that fact. Her expanded gut pushed itself even more against the wooden tray. She closed her eyes and leaned back, grateful that her breakfast was finished.
If her eyes had been open, her panic would’ve reached new heights, as Miss Snorington moved towards her with a humongous baby bottle. “Open wide.”
In confusion, Crissie’s mouth moved just slightly enough, a tiny “huh?” barely escaping her lips before the massive nipple was plunged into her gullet. With her head leaned back, she had no choice but to swallow every drop of warm cow juice that entered her waiting mouth. Her tummy extended even more, creating quite the noticeable bulge in Crissie’s silk nighty.
However, even though Crissie’s stomach was going through the ringer, she couldn’t possibly feel any hornier. Already living out her third favorite fantasy, who knew this “master” person could spice up the experience with her second favorite: a giant stuffed animal treating her like the baby she is.
With her hands resting on her diaper, she began to play with herself as the bear dutifully bottle fed its newborn cub. She smushed the soapping, oatmeal covered nappy against her throbbing sex, moaning pashionately into gushing bottle.
Her stomach may be aching now, but Crissie knew that what goes in must come out, and the soon to be wet and messy fate of her already well-used diaper only fueled her sexual appetite even more. She bit down on the rubber nipple with a big grin on her face. Her wish really did come true. Now she’d never have to worry about being alone again.
The pressure Crissie’s stomach was putting on her bladder finally grew too much for her. She began to wet herself, saturating her diaper even more. The adding squishiness was enough to give her a glorious climax within seconds after she finished her morning urination. She screamed into the bottle with heightened ecstasy.
Miss Snorington petted Crissie’s golden hair while feeding her, giggling all the while as the bear stared lovingly at its darling little one.
“There’s my happy baby girl!”