Curveballs (Chapters from 200 on.)

8.84 Game On - Like A Matchstick Model

"WHAT!?", I returned surprised and bent over. There weren't just a bunch of drops in my diaper, but it rather looked like a blue fish tank! Mom recklessly pressed against it, making it spill out on both sides and run down my legs again, until it was empty. This made me feel the soaked diaper against my skin. The diaper had bloated so much, that my bum felt like I had shit myself as well ^^

Once done, she noisily opened the snaps of the transparent blue plastic diaper. The backside swung towards the ground and the remaining urine dropped to the ground. Then Mom opened the tapes of the inner diaper, which was just as wet on the surface as it was inside. When she loosened the last tape, the big diaper suddenly dropped to the ground with a loud splashing sound. We both couldn't believe, how heavy it must have been, to crash so hard.

"Oh honey, you must have been wet for a while. Your skin is shriveled and your vagina even reddened. You'll get a rash", Mom said disappointed and touched my pussy thoughtfully, which was really odd, since I wasn't 4 anymore. If she only knew, why it was red in the first place ^^

Then she brought me to the sink and began washing me with her hands. Again after scrubbing my legs, she also washed my pussy and even my butt hole like I was still a 2 year old. Then she washed her hands with soap and used toilet paper to dry my skin. This took her a few minutes, but she eventually got it done. Then she got skin cream from her big bag and covered my crotch with it. This actually felt really nice. Then she finally got a new big diaper and diapered me while I stood. I held the front so it was a bit easier for her. When she was done, it fit like a second skin and I finally felt safe again. In hindsight it was odd, that I already felt uncomfortable without a diaper on! ^^ Mom grabbed the plastic pants and washed them in the sink, before drying them as well. I took the time to push and wet myself, even though it was just a little that came. It felt good and helped me to trust the fresh diaper.

Mom eventually came over with the washed plastic pants and slid them between my legs. She carefully wrapped my crotch with them and fastened the snaps sheltering me like a matchstick model. I felt very safe and protected. My socks were still drenched and thus Mom finally removed them, cleaned my feet and made me momentarily stand on my sneakers. Then, despite not needing her assistance, Mom helped me into my sweatpants and shirt, before I slipped back into my sneakers. Within two minutes I had gone from looking like an embarrassed small-child to looking like a blooming teenager, who however still felt like an embarrassed small-child due to wearing thick diapers underneath like a baby ^^