Weekend Frolics - Chapter Two

"Hey, hey! Wakey, wakey, little one! It's morning time, babydoll. Morning time for Charlotte…"

The baby in question blinked drowsily, eyes gritty and clouded with sleep. What? Was it really… morning? She squirmed wordlessly, snuggling deeper into the warm embrace of her pastel blankets – but a moment later, she felt the cool air rush over as her mommy's hands pulled them back. "Now, now, baby! I know your crib is super nice and snuggly. But it's time for your breakfast – and we can't have you in that nasty wet diaper much longer, either!"

Ugh. Charlotte blinked crossly awake, finding herself gazing sleepily up into Mommy Priya's merrily sympathetic eyes. "Nuh-uh," she managed – but even as she muttered out the words, her caretaker was thrusting the rubbery bulb of her favorite lavender pacifier between her lips. "Shh, no whining now, baby," she soothed, and Charlotte blinked in mute resignation as Mommy's hands set to work on the snaps of her Little charge's sleeper. "Just suck on your dummy for me. Let's get you changed…"

Ow, ow, ow. Charlotte let out a whimper as the cool air hit first her legs – then the tender skin of her intimate regions – and finally ending in the shiver-inducing cold of the baby wipes around her bits and exposed bum. That hurt! And sure enough…

"Oh, my! Poor baby, you've got a real rash coming on here, don't you? No wonder you're grumpy this morning! Here, let Mommy fix it all up. Hmm… now where did that ointment get to…?"

A rash. Ugh. Charlotte squirmed fitfully in place, suckling on her paci and screwing up her face in discomfort when the cool rash cream made contact with her heated skin. She loved her new life as a baby, of course. It was where she truly belonged. But nothing was really perfect, was it? After all, the adult corner of her mind knew that rashes happened to all babies at some time or another – even those with the most attentive mommies in the world.

"Hey, Priya – everything okay?" It was Mommy Melissa's lilting voice, calling from away out in the kitchen. "Is the baby up yet?"

"Sure, almost there," came the response, and Charlotte blinked back into the present as the last tape of her fresh, stuffer-plumped diaper tightened around her waist. "Little bit of a rash on the baby's bum, that's all! I've just put a good dose of Desitin on it, so I think that should help."

Having quickly snapped shut her baby's sleeper once more, Mommy Priya helped her up into a sitting position, then hefted her up to hang monkey-like from her shoulders. "Come on, baby-doll! Let's get you all fed up, okay? We've got a great big day planned, after all!"

Exactly what kind of big day it was, the baby of the family hadn't the faintest idea. All she knew was that she'd overheard her mommies talking the other evening – saying something about a bed and breakfast? But of course, she hadn't bothered to ask. It would have broken her immersion in littlespace – and besides, her mommies took care of practically everything these days. Like now. All she needed to do right now was slip down… waddle slowly across the carpet to Mommy Melissa's place on the couch… snuggle into her lap… and open up to let Mommy's familiar, delectable nipple fill her mouth…

"Still aiming to leave around nine thirty, right?" Priya's dark eyes flashed over to her partner, who nodded her blonde head and glanced fondly down over her milk-gorged breasts at her hungry charge. "Hoping to," Melissa nodded, and glanced over to the clock. "I've got our suitcase all ready. All we need to do is grab a few more things for the baby and get her dressed. Oh, and maybe empty the diaper pail too before we go!"

So it was that half an hour later, the now milk-stuffed Little stood, bow-legged in her bulky diaper, her pacifier once more in her mouth as Mommy Melissa tugged the final snaps of her shortalls closed. "What a good little girl you are," she beamed, planting an affectionate kiss on Charlotte's forehead and smoothing back her tousled dark hair. "Now, come on – let's get you in the car! We're going on a super-fun adventure today, okay? You're gonna love it – there's gonna be toys, and stuffies, and maybe another little one to play with!"

Well, not that the baby of the family had any say in the matter. But Charlotte couldn't deny that her curiosity had been piqued – particularly by that last bit. Hmm… another little one? Did that mean they'd be seeing… others? Another Little like her?

***

"Aww, hel-lo there, sweetie! Aren't you just adorable, hmm? What's your name? Can you tell me?"

Charlotte may technically have been taller than Mommy Priya, but that didn't stop her from ducking bashfully behind her. She peeped shyly around her shoulder now, regarding the clearly Little young man standing before them by the playground gate. He was undeniably cute, with thick blonde ringlets, a blue-and-white striped t-shirt, and a pair of green, elastic-waist shorts that did nothing to conceal the heavy bulk of what must have been multiple diapers beneath. His left hand held a stuffed rabbit, his right tugged uneasily at his bulging waist, and his mouth was hidden behind the concealing shield of a giant red pacifier. And as he stared solemnly back at them, shifting from foot to sneaker-clad foot in his wide-legged toddler's stance, the two women couldn't help exclaim over how precious he was.

"His name's Aaron," came a strong, deep voice from behind them. Charlotte flinched, barely noticing the warm spurt of urine that escaped her at the surprise, and turned to find a strange, bearded man approaching with a smile on his face. "And I'm Derek, his dad- well, one of his daddies. You all must be here for the weekend play party, hmm? Nice to meet you!"

What a dumb adult conversation. Charlotte glanced back at the staring young fellow, and beyond him to the massive, fenced playground with its technicolor swing-set and merry-go-round and bouncy ponies. It all looked simply amazing. It felt like ages since her Mommies had last taken her to the park, and now it was as if the very sight of the childish toys was tugging her mind all the way back to that soft, Littlespace dreamworld of her early morning moments. Play. Pretty. Toys. Fun.

"Aww, you want to play with your little friend?" Mommy Melissa encouraged, taking Charlotte's hand and leading her forward through the little gate and onto the rubber mulch. "Here, why don't you run with him around a bit? Get out some of that energy from being in the car all morning…"

And so she did: as the shy Little girl she loved to be. Toddling around the grounds… sliding awkwardly down the slide on her padded rump… and yes staring periodically at Aaron to see what he was up to. The young fellow was hard at work, it seemed: waddling back and forth, busily poking bits of mulch into the bed of a toy dump truck, all the while clutching fitfully at his waist and belly. Though perhaps that last bit was just a habit? Maybe a nervous tic of some sort?

Not that Charlotte spent much time thinking about it. Sure, it looked kinda weird whenever he would grunt and pause, half-doubled over, with a fixed expression of pain and anxiety on his face. But then he would shuffle off once more, collecting more mulch, and stuffing the truck ever more full. It was almost as if he was trying to distract himself from something… something  genuinely uncomfortable…

"Charlotte, baby," came the call, just as Aaron had dropped to his knees and begun trundling his truck away toward the back corner of the playground. It was Mommy Melissa, who had risen from her seat and was walking toward her with beckoning hands. "Come here, honey! Time for lunchies…" Was it? But play- she was playing! And lunchies? That would mean- And the little boy- he would see- "Now, now, I know you're having fun! But you can't play non-stop," Mommy Melissa laughed softly, and now her hand closed on Charlotte's, leading her away toward the recently vacated bench. "Come on: you need your feeding, honey…"

"Nuh!" Charlotte managed, and out fell her pacifier as her childish indignation rose. "Nuh-uh! Wanna play!" Even in her own ears her voice sounded high and babyish, and somehow that very sound seemed to tug her even further down into Little space. "Noh hungwy!" "Shh," Mommy Melissa soothed, and as she settled down onto the bench, her hands firmly guiding Charlotte down onto her lap, she smiled and bent close to whisper into her ear. "Baby…"

And then she said them: the magic words. "It's dum-dum time for Charlotte!"

Nuh- uhhhhhh… Like air leaking out of a pricked balloon, the protests within Charlotte's half-regressed mind seemed to slowly evaporate into thin air. Sure, for the first split second she recognized what had happened – the trigger words Mommy had just said. But then the hypnotic programming kicked in, and her mind and muscles sagged meekly into limp obedience. "Wwuuuuuuhhhh…"

Mommy Melissa laughed softly, unbuttoning the flap of her nursing blouse with practiced ease and letting her heavy, leaking breast spring free. "Oh, baby," she smiled, guiding Charlotte's uncoordinated, drooling mouth up toward her waiting teat. "Baby, you really are so adorable when you try to act like a big girl, aren't you?"

At any other time, the adult part of Charlotte's mind might have set her blushing at the thought of what was happening. Here she was, lying limply in Mommy Melissa's arms, while that milk-swollen breast hung free before her and set her mouth instinctively watering with primal hunger. And now she was doing one of the most babyish things imaginable: actually opening her drooling mouth… latching on… suckling fervently as her most basic instincts took over and her bladder simultaneously released in an infantile flood…

But her hypnosis-fogged mind could no longer care. She was a baby, and unabashedly so. Of course she would suckle shamelessly at Mommy's breast. Of course she would lie there wetting herself – exactly like the helpless little girl she had been trained to be.

And yes: right in full view of her friend Aaron, who knelt there, staring back at the scene with wide eyes and that hand still clutching softly at his waist. Though really, it was difficult to say whether the expression half-hidden behind that massive pacifier of his was one of surprise… or of envy.

(To be continued!)