Just Out of Reach (Tumblr Original)

Alex strained closer, willing every inch of their body to stretch, to bring their fingertips closer to those magical keys. For there they hung: glittering, spinning gently, suspended as if by magic almost within arm’s reach of the crib. They were a prize indeed. Alex knew that well enough. For not a day went by now in which Mommy didn’t use at least one of them…

One belonged to the soft cuffs that encircled Alex’s wrists and ankles, rendering them controllable, subservient to Mommy’s whims. Another—the smallest and least used—fitted into the pink little cage that graced Alex’s most intimate regions. A third fitted into the zipper of the fuzzy pink sleeper they wore at nights, locking it shut and preventing their most determined efforts from succeeding in removing it…

And the last? That was the crown jewel for Alex in this particular moment: the key that would free them from the cage that Mommy called their crib—the key that would allow them to slip out, to furtively waddle to the bathroom that Mommy had declared off-limits, to desperately tear off the bulging diaper that at the moment was their only clothing, and to gain the sweet relief of emptying their gurgling bowels into the toilet. Just like a big kid should.

The tip of one finger brushed the keys, sending them spinning and clinking almost inaudibly out of reach. No! They pressed even more tightly against the crib bars, eyes on the swaying keys, ready to seize them… Just a little further… A little more… 

But in that moment another spasm, the strongest yet, racked Alex’s gut in a burst of pain. Their hand dropped as they doubled over, grunting softly with the effort. “No, not gonna go poopy,” they whimpered desperately. “Big kid- Me- Use the potty-” All they needed was the keys. The keys! Those magical baubles would bring deliverance, freedom from the roiling cramps and pain that had been steadily building all afternoon…

But unfortunately, they weren’t going to be in time.

For the hapless Alex no longer had a sphincter that was willing to put up a fight. In fact, they might as well not had a sphincter at all.  For in one sickening rush, a warm rush of smelly mush exploded out of Alex’s bum and into their thick, waiting diaper, coating their backside with a slippery, oily mass of humiliating excrement. Alex was on hands and knees in a second, rigid with panic and frozen desperation, simultaneously stunned and relieved as the flood of semi-liquid waste rushed out of their aching bowels. In the stillness of the nursery, they and any other listener could easily hear the degrading, unmistakable sound of wet farts and bubbling diarrhea, muffled only partially by the thick diaper, flooding uncontrollably out in one infantile rush.

Oh, Alex was now a very messy baby indeed.

And when the torrent had finally subsided—when the quivering Alex had shamefully, tearfully cast a sad glance down at the filthy, heavy diaper hanging between their bare legs—they cast one distraught glance back up at the glinting keys that still dangled, tantalizing as ever, just out of reach. They weren’t needed now, Alex realized with a jolt of tragic realization… and at that, began to sob.

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If poor little Alex could at that moment have seen into their Mommy’s bedroom, they might perhaps have only sobbed harder—in sheer humiliation. For there they would have witnessed their lingerie-clad Mommy, seated in her bedroom before the nursery cam screen, her hand rubbing rhythmically down between her thighs as she stared breathlessly at the show her helpless Little was unknowingly putting on. “Such a poor little baby,” she murmured in quiet ecstasy. “Oh, yeah… Locked in your crib, no way out… Poor baby can’t reach those keys…” Her other hand slipped up to her ample bosom and began its rhythmic ministrations. “Such a dirty, helpless baby… So dirty now in your diaper…”

The pathetic sobs from the nursery and the moans of exquisite orgasmic pleasure mingled into one unparalleled wash of sound. It was the sound of a stern Mommy and a hapless Little who, yet again, was receiving the hard lesson that some things in life were simply always going to remain out of reach for them. Including, that is, their continence.