Testing the Waters - Part 2 (Patreon)

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For the first time in as long as she could remember Clarissa had found herself back in diapers. The thick pink diapers with cute little princess motifs crinkled along with every step she took. She waddled along the fluffy carpet as Vixen snapped away with the camera. Both women cooed over her and Clarissa blushed fighting the urge to cover her naked breasts as she toddled around the nursery. It was quite an astounding sight for her when she first saw her reflection from the mirror hanging over the wardrobe. She bit her lip anxiously as she truly absorbed herself in the moment, was this really what she wanted why a grown woman would enjoy this so much. It was humiliating being treated like a toddler taking her first steps by two women close to her own age but that made it even more exhilarating.

“Little sis babies don’t need to cover those.” Clarissa shivered as she felt her hands gently tugged away from her breasts by her ‘sister’. “Not that you really have anything there to cover anyway.”

Both women chuckled and Clarissa felt a pang of embarrassment as she took another look at her breasts. Unfortunately for her that part wasn’t an act; her small breasts had always bothered her, having a huge impact on her self-esteem. Having a stranger essential confirm what she had always thought really got to her and she felt like she could cry.

“Ohhhh baby it’s ok don’t cry.” Her sister sniggered as she embraced the mostly nude girl.

Vixen took another shot of the two of them. “Don’t be cruel to your baby sister she can’t help her small titties she’s just a babyyyyyyy.”

Clarissa had never felt so vulnerable; at least the hug was somewhat comforting. She felt very weak as she was held in the arms of the stranger, her arms lingering down her back as she rubbed her up and down cooing all the while. Her eyes quickly grew wide though as she looked on over her sister’s shoulder into her mommy’s eyes she felt her hands reaching to her diaper as her sister gently caressed the crinkly padding. When her hands found the front of the diaper Clarissa couldn’t help but quietly moan and gently thrust her crotch into the palm of her sister. The sudden action caused her to withdraw quickly and both women looked at each other and laughed.

“Oh my, it looks like little sis likes wearing her diapy waipy!” She said condescendingly.

Clarissa shivered. “C…can I have some clothes.”

“Ohhhh.” Vixen spoke. “I didn’t know babies could speak, that didn’t sound like baby talk to me did it.”

Her sister shook her head in agreement.

“Babies who break the rules get punished Clarissa; you wouldn’t want that would you?”

She gestured over to chest of drawers where her sister produced a large wooden paddle. She cracked it over in her palm rather menacingly as she caught her gaze with a rather sinister look in her eyes.

Clarissa quickly shook her head. “Sowwy.” She said in the most infantile voice she could muster. “Can I hav sum cwoes pwease mommy?” It was so pathetic and the most embarrassing thing that had ever come out of her mouth. But she hoped it was enough to avoid the thrashing her mummy and sister would surely bestow upon her if she didn’t play her part properly.

The women looked impressed and burst out laughing, feeling overjoyed at the submissiveness of this woman at their hands. This wasn’t just fun for Clarissa they both lived for this game, it was even better for them because they got their kick out of it and were paid for it too.

“Alright I suppose we better get my little girl dressed.”

Vixen strode over to the wardrobe, are stiletto boots boomed with each step. She handed the camera over to the other woman as she took her time meticulously browsing through the clothing hanging inside. Clarissa tried getting a look inside but her view was blocked by the two women leaving it all up to her imagination.

“Ohhhh I think this is the one.” The two women looked back knowingly with wide giddy mouths as they excitedly produced the only thing that might be more embarrassing then the diaper strapped around her waist.

The dress was pink and clearly designed to be short enough that it would barely cover Clarissa’s diaper if at all. It had puffy sleeves and a matching colour; it was made of satin and had a cute bow on the waistline. If she had to guess it looked pretty much like a little girls flower dress but sized with different proportions in mind, as if the tailor knew it was meant to humiliate the wearer. Without any prompting she raised her hands, the quick movement causing her small breasts to jiggle. Her sister snapped away with the camera as her mommy pulled the dress down over her head. Just as Clarissa expected as she looked over at her reflection, the juvenile garment did nothing to cover her diaper. It sat just barely over the top part of the diaper if anything it only drew the eyes downward making it more obvious.

“It fits you perfectly!” Vixen said gleefully, clapping her hands together in satisfaction.

“What do you say?” Her sister asked expectantly.

“Fank woo for my dress.” Clarissa mumbled as she ran her hands down the length of the silk material.

“It looks like it was made for you; it would be a shame not to share it with everyone.”

Vixen had the camera back now and she took another photo, perfectly capturing the confused expression over Clarissa’s face.

“I think this would make a perfect profile picture, we could put it up on all your social media’s, what do you think?”

“I’m a big girl!” Clarissa quickly said, forgoing her baby lisp.

“Sorry I didn’t quite catch that?”

“I’m a big girl!” She repeated louder and more desperate this time.

Vixen shook her head. “Tsk tsk, didn’t I tell you that’s not how babies speak.”

Clarissa watched in horror as her mommy retrieved the paddle knowing exactly what would happen next.