Crissie's Sick Day
“Uuuggghhh!” groaned CrissieBaby as she rolled over in her crib. What started as a mild fever quickly devolved into a full-blown illness. Holding back tears, she hugged her favorite stuffies and buried her head into her blankets.
With a medical mask placed haphazardly across her fuzzy face, Miss Snorington reached down into the crib and pet Crissie on the head. “Oh no! Still not feeling well, baby girl?” she said whilst lowering the bars of the crib and wrapping her warm arms around Crissie’s shivering body.
Crissie nodded her head, relaxing into Miss Snorington’s cuddly embrace. With a gravelly voice, she spoke quietly, “Can you message Master to send some medicine, pwease? I think I should stay in bed today.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” said Miss Snorington, standing up and moving to the computer.
Smiling softly as she rested her head against her pillow, Crissie wasn’t used to having someone to dote over her when she was sick. More often than not, her get-well strategy was taking a cocktail of medications and burying herself in a mountain of blankets until she felt better. Having someone to care for her while she was sick was a welcome improvement.
FLASH!
All of a sudden, Crissie’s room shined as if a bolt of lightning had struck the center of the space. She kept her head down until the bright light faded out.
“Crissie! Are you okay?”
Crissie’s eyes went wide upon hearing a voice that sounded eerily similar to Master’s. She giggled quietly to herself, figuring her sick brain must’ve been messing with her. There’s no way Master would lower herself to come and visit-
“Baby girl! Stop hiding from me,” said Master as she threw the blanket off of Crissie’s head and quickly scooped her up in her arms, “Now don’t be fussy and tell me what your symptoms are.”
Despite how sick Crissie was, she couldn’t help but feel her heart start to flutter as Master held her in her arms. She wanted to ask what was going on, but kept silent instead, too nervous she might jinx something.
Carrying Crissie over to the changing table, Master laid her out flat and began to change her little girl, “I know you’re not feeling good, but do your best to stay still so I can get you back in bed,” she said, handing Crissie the hem of her nightgown to hold onto while she wiped down her privates.
Crissie hid her face behind her ruffled-up dress as her face continued to drive itself into the deepest shades of red. Sure, this wasn’t her first diaper change. Heck, this wasn’t even her first change from Master. However, something about this one felt different. Before, it seemed like Master saw all of this, including her past changes, as a means to an end.
Crissie had no delusions about her status. She knew she was merely a pawn in a much larger game that Master was playing. Still, as she peeked out to watch Master change her, she couldn’t get over the sincerely sweet expression on Master’s face.
Lifting Crissie’s legs up high, Master knew that she’d need to be quick to avoid allowing her baby girl to wiggle out. Grabbing the rectal thermometer out of a small, sterilized dish, she placed a dollop of lubricant on the end and inserted it into Crissie’s bum without hesitation. “Now, do your best to hold still, little one.”
Not ready for a backdoor invasion, Crissie instantly moved to lower her legs, but was stopped by Master, who didn’t appear to be struggling at all to keep Crissie’s legs held high. The cold, unforgiving thermometer was kept in place for thirty seconds until Master finally plucked it from Crissie’s behind, “Yeesh! 102! Baby girl, this is no good at all!”
“I-Ish sowwy,” said Crissie, further scrunching up the fabric of her silky nightdress around her face. This was her first time ever getting a rear temperature check and, as ashamed as she was to admit, she was forced to keep her horny brain under control.
Master lowered Crissie's legs and instantly moved in on her exposed tummy, blowing a big raspberry right over Crissie’s belly button. Crissie immediately tried to push the dress back down to protect her tumtum, but she was too weakened to pose any serious resistance.
When Master finally rose her head up, she could only shake her head mockingly as she said, “You don’t have to apologize for needing a sick day, Crissie. So you better take that sorry back, missy.”
Leaning back in, Master blew a few more raspberries, forcing Crissie’s hand. “Hehehe! I take it back! I take it back!” shouted Crissie, her limbs flopping down as Master pulled away again. Any energy she had left had been thoroughly zapped out of her by the soft fart noises that Master made on her stomach.
Giggling slightly, Master side-eyed Crissie as she moved on to the baby lotion, “There’s no need to act so shy around me, ya know? I know I’m not present very often, but keep in mind that I am your caretaker. And when my baby needs me, I’ll be here.”
Crissie didn’t know what to say. As Master sprinkled on a large helping of baby powder, she felt something welling up inside of herself. Miss Snorington had definitely made her feel little before, but there was something different about having another person play Mommy for her. Especially someone as intimidating as Master.
Lifting up the front of the pink, fluffy nappy and taping it in place, Master gave Crissie a soft diaper pat and brought her in for a hug. “Ready to get back in bed, baby girl?” she asked, cupping her hand under Crissie’s chin and forcing the sickly girl to stare into her eyes.
“Uh huh,” said Crissie shyly. She normally couldn’t handle direct eye contact while in little space. Something about seeing herself in the reflection of someone’s eyes made her feel judged and ridiculous. However, as she stared into Master’s eyes, all she could feel was love and adoration. She could’ve stared into her big, beautiful eyes forever.
Master gently lifted Crissie into her arms and moved her back into her crib, placing her in the center of a wide comforter. “Miss Snorington, could I have your help for a moment?” she asked, soon joined by the teddy bear caregiver. Together, both Master and Miss Snorington swaddled Crissie up tightly, ensuring that their baby girl would remain completely immobilized.
“Now I don’t want to see you getting out of bed for any reason whatsoever,” said Master, leaning in and kissing Crissie on the cheek, “If you need anything, you just ask for us and we’ll take care of it. Okay?”
The twinge of guilt filled Crissie’s heart. She had never had so much care given to her while being sick before. Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes, but Master was there to wipe them away before they could fall.
Sitting beside Crissie in bed, Master pulled out a small, purple bottle and large metal spoon. “Okay, Crissie, I don’t want to hear any fussing.” Spinning the cap off the bottle, she poured a healthy amount of liquid medicine into the wide spoon. She then lifted Crissie’s head into her lap, tilting her upright. “Open wide, baby girl.”
Crissie shook her head and sealed her lips shut. She always hated bad-tasting medicines, opting instead to swallow pills to make herself feel better. However, given the complete baby treatment that Master was heaping onto her, she figured there was no chance of convincing her to give her something more palatable. Nevertheless, she persisted, angling her face away from the spoon, in sickness and in health. She placed two fingers around Crissie’s nose and pinched it shut, knowing it was only a matter of time before Crissie would be forced to open her mouth.
GASP!
GULP!
Within a fraction of a second of Crissie opening her mouth to breathe, Master had placed the spoon fully inside of Crissie’s mouth and tilted it upward, ensuring that all of the syrupy liquid found its way down Crissie’s throat.
Crissie gagged at the repulsive flavor, scrapping her tongue with her teeth to try and scrub the nasty flavor off. Thankfully, Master was prepared for this, as Crissie soon found a baby bottle filled with sweet honey and soy milk pressed between her lips. She closed her eyes and sucked on the bottle, humming joyfully as the warm and delicious soy milk made its way into her tummy.
“Master knows you can’t handle all that spicy milk, so she hopes you like the mixture she put together,” said Master, rubbing Crissie’s belly while speaking in third person with a cutesy voice.
Crissie could only nod softly and continue to guzzle down the warm liquid. By the time she felt air come through the nipple, she was so full and relaxed that she nearly fell asleep right then and there.
With the bottle now finished, Master laid Crissie’s head back onto her pillow and snuggled up next to her, “Nap time, baby girl.”
Miss Snorington soon joined Crissie and Master in the crib, locking it shut behind her. Both her and Master cuddled up against Crissie, making her feel as if she were trapped within a warm, plushy cloud.
Before long, Crissie fell back to sleep in her caretakers’ arms. In the back of her mind, she had a slightly devious thought that made her smile as she drifted off, “I need to get sick more often.”
THE END.