I awoke quite late and quickly recalled the night before. Was it all a dream?
Did I get lost in a fantasy during my total exhaustion last night? Maybe I
hallucinated the whole thing in my tired state. I walked over to the door and
found it to be unlocked. Pfft, I probably dreamed it all. I hopped into the
shower and started laughing at my wild fantasy.
I was a still bit unsure as to what would happen today, but shrugged off the
feeling. A nice hearty breakfast and it is back on the road for me. I made my
way to the dining room for breakfast and sat down at one of the tables.
"Good morning baby, I'll be with you in a minute."
She walked through the room wearing the same white robe as my dream. Oh crap,
I mean last night. Instead of the red satin bra, her breasts were being
restrained by a cream and black slip. She looked incredible, but I froze
again, still realizing that everything was real.
She came over to the table, reached down and put her hands round my face. She
easily pulled me up to her lips and gave me an incredible kiss. As she let go,
I fell back to my chair and the bruises from last night's spanking painfully
made their presence known.
"All the breakfast stuff is on the table there, so help yourself sweetie pie."
She went back through to the other room and I quickly scarfed down as much
food as I possibly could. My appetite was hampered due to fear of what's
coming next, but I needed to eat before I snuck out of this crazy woman's
motel. Plus she seemed very preoccupied with the kitchen at the moment. After
polishing off my last plate of pancakes, I quietly made my way back to the
room to pack up my things and make it to the bus stop.
Wait just a minute, is this my room? Where the heck are my bags? The room was
seemingly empty, even the bathroom was cleaned out. Suddenly, Miss Brady
opened the door and stood directly in front of me. Once again, her lovely
breasts were pushed near my face. Her heavy perfume permeated every pore on
her body and gave off a thrilling scent. I staggered back a couple steps and
racked my brain for an escape plan.
"There's my little baby boy!" exclaimed Miss Brady in delight while clapping
her hands. "Oh, don't worry about your silly bags. I moved them into my room.
My widdle, itty, bitty baby needs to be with his mummy all the time. Let's go
see Mommy's room now." She smiled from ear to ear and grabbed me underneath my
arms. She gently put me over her shoulder with great ease. As she carried me
along the corridor, my groin was pressed against her right breast. Despite my
best efforts, the excitement overran the terrifying fear of the situation and
I started to get hard. She started to laugh (which didn't help matters) and
said "Oh sweetums, Momma is going to take care of every bit of you!"
"Just let me take care of everything, my handsome baby." We stopped at a huge
door, much larger than the rest. She placed me on the floor, between her and
the door, and whispered "Mummy keeps her key in a secret hiding place. Can you
guess where it is?"
Goodness, where could she hide anything in that tiny little white robe?! I
searched her voluptuous body with my eyes, but didn't see any key sticking
out. I started to venture a guess, but thought the wiser and just kept
staring. Gosh, those breasts are intoxicating.
"Uhh, I don't know Miss Brady."
"Silly baby, you are looking right at it!" She reached down between her
cavernous cleavage and pulled out a shiny silver key hanging from her neck. I
looked closer and saw the words �Mommy Knows Best' etched on the plating. She
slid the key into the door, turned the lock, and swung the huge door open.
"Welcome to your new home, babykins," said an excited Miss Brady, "Take a look
at our special place." I slowly turned around and my jaw dropped wide open.
Half of the enormous room was filled with typical bedroom furniture, except
far to oversized for me. It looked custom built for Miss Brady, especially the
four-post bed and the dresser with the vanity mirror. Even the adjoining
master bathroom had custom built ceramic fixtures, which I could barely reach.
But it was the other half of the room that truly terrified me.
Baby furniture everywhere, except oddly larger like the rest of the room. As
if for a giant...Oh no! I suddenly realized the scope of her plans. There was
a giant crib in the corner of the room and a playpen off to the left filled
with pink stuffed animals. A white table sat to the right of the crib with
something white with little red specks stacked in a large pile on top. I
squinted a little more. Oh crap, those are diapers with ladybugs on them. It
was so overwhelming. Baby wipes, a giant stroller, a feeding chair, hundreds
of toys, baby powder, and even wallpaper with dancing bears.
Still standing slack jawed in the doorway; I turned to run from the room and
ran right smack into Miss Brady. "Oh no, oopsie-daisy! Did my baby want
uppie?" I had no idea what that meant, but soon figured it out when she picked
me up again. This baby talk was beginning to give me a headache or perhaps the
gravity of the situation. This amazon with crazy maternal instincts just
wouldn't let up. I could tell she loved every second and couldn't wait to
treat me like the baby she may have never had.
"Uh, Miss Brady, I think it's time to stop this before it goes any further," I
said pleadingly.
"Mommy."
"Excuse me?"
"From now on, you can call me mommy. Or mummy. Or momma. Miss Brady is what
adults call me."
"Uh Mis...Mommy, I am an adult and I'm ready to stop playing this game. You
are an extremely nice woman, but I'm afraid I'll have to go to the authorities
if you continue. Let me go now."
Miss Brady started belly laughing and shook all over. "Silly baby, this is why
I'm your new mommy. You can't think for yourself. Now let's get you ready for
playtime!" I shuddered at the thought, but felt strangely excited at the same
time. She carried me over to the changing table and started taking off my
clothes. I tried to stop her, but she overpowered me. She tossed my clothes
into a nearby chute.
"What are you doing with my clothes?!"
"Baby boy doesn't need big boy clothes. They went down the diaper chute with
the rest of your clothing"
Everything I owned was gone? The luggage? All my money? MY passport?!
"Oh sweet cakes, Mommy will tell you all about that later. Let's get you
cleaned up."
She got a tub of water and a sponge from underneath the table to start washing
me. My position on the table had me staring directly into those heaving
breasts. They brushed across my body over and over while she lovingly covered
every inch of my body with warm water. After about 10 minutes of this
extremely erotic tease, she started applying a white cream that smelled like
fresh cut kiwi all over my chest, face, and groin area. I couldn't help be
overwhelmed with her undulating motions and lost myself for a second to her
smooth touch. She started washing me again and I nearly started to lose it.
But the feeling soon wilted when I realized what Momm...I mean Miss Brady had
done to me. Every single hair, besides my haircut and eyebrows, on my body was
gone. Washed away by her awful cream. I've always looked much younger than my
actual age, but this is just insane.
"How could you do this to me?!" I cried.
"My widdle boy needs to be smooth from now on," stated Miss Brady, "Mommy
loves smooth baby skin."
I didn't even have the words for the moment. I felt so embarrassed, trapped,
and scared at the same time. She wasted no time in covering my lower half with
tons of baby powder, so much that a cloud wafted up into my face. I could
barely see what she was doing, but felt a prickly material wrapped around my
lower half. As the dust cleared, I realized that she had tightly pinned one of
those large diapers to me.
"Does baby love his cute didee?" beamed Miss Brady; "I had them especially
made for my special little boy." I started to tug at the waistband, but she
pushed my hands away. I couldn't tell if it was the hair she removed or the
material inside the diaper, but my cheeks and groin all felt incredibly
prickly. The itchy feeling instantly sent blood coursing through my penis and
kept me in a constant state of arousal. I certainly wasn't turned on at being
in this situation, but my little head seemed to be betraying me.
"Mommy, it's so itchy. Can't I take this off?" I cried in desperation.
"Oh no, sweetums, the nappy stays. Baby might make a mess," purred Miss Brady,
"Besides, Mommy knows you feel so good right now." She patted the front of my
diaper and my penis lurched at the slightest touch. I could tell she was so
proud of herself. She leaned over to my right ear and her breasts pushed hard
into my chest. The soft material of her robe and slip felt so wonderful on my
smooth hairless chest.
"Oh sweet baby, Mommy thinks you are finally ready for playtime."
Gulp.