Hypno, Mom, Daughter, diapers, messing, she jerks you off

	A mobile spun slowly above your crib. It played a soft familiar song that barely registered to your ears. Your body feels sluggish. Your mouth feels dry and you can feel dried drool caked on the side of your mouth dribbling down your cheek. You can’t help but make little noise’s, tiny ‘nnn’s and ‘mmm’s as you stretch your arms and legs and try to get a bearing on where you were and what was going on.

	You tried to think, but each note of the song that the mobile played seemed to disrupt your thoughts. You had pretty pink babies mittens over your hands that wasn’t right... *ting* was it? Your legs felt weak and you struggled to sit up. Something squished warmly against your backside. *tong* Right that was just your diaper. The bells of the mobile tingled your mind, sending little crawling waves of pleasure through your bodies neurons. Still you couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong. 

	This was your room, you think. Had it always been so pink? *ting tong dingle* Yeah you think so. You giggle at the funny feeling running down your spine. But there was your computer right? Babies couldn’t use those… could they? It was your computer you were pretty sure of that. Even the tingles didn’t dispel that notion. You wrinkle your face in frustration at this conundrum. A pressure builds inside your tummy as you think really really hard. If you concentrate you can just make out funny symbols on the screen. “Haven’t seen her in months.” They said. “Wonder where she went?” Another popped up. There was a vague feeling that these symbols meant something but you couldn’t remember what.

	Your Mommy enters the room, but you’re too busy to notice. She bounces over to you, her breasts do catch your eye when she does that, but you’re thinking. Really hard. Can’t have distractions right now. You tell your mom to go away, but your tongue is heavy in your mouth, making it hard to form the words. “Oo owae mommy, I ‘inky.” 

	She smiles brightly. Her white teeth sparkling brighter than the pink and white room. Your eyes are drawn to her massive breasts as she bends over the crib walls to talk with you, squishing them together and over the railing. “What’s got you so frustrated looking my darling little girl? Is there anything mommy can help you with?” 

	“Mm mm.” You say as you shake your head, deep in thought. There’s a gurgling noise from your tummy. Yes you can feel the epiphany coming, you just- need- to- push- a- little- more-

	 A loud wet noise, Splort, announces the product of your hard thinking. You feel an even warmer sensation against your backside and a great relief spreads from your tummy. The tingles explode across your body causing you to break out into a fit of giggling. Your diaper squishes against the bed as you sit back down, Sqwsh, all previous thoughts gone, emptied into your now full diaper. There’s a funny feeling in your crotch, compelling you to find your nearest stuffie and start rubbing it up against it. Your mother giggles happily, which caused her cleavage to bounce against the rails. While you were occupied she increased the speed of the mobile, causing new tingles in addition to the lingering ones from the product of your deep thought. Fresh drool rolls down your chin.

	Your mommy sighed with her cheek against her had while leaning against the railing of the crib. “Oh you silly little thing. That’s definitely something mommy can help you with!” She picks you up with ease and carries you cradled against her ample bosom. You hug one breast while trying to hump the other, but the strength in your legs and hips was used up in the effort of making pushies for mommy, so it just came across as you wiggling in her arms.

	“Calm down little girlie.” She cooed at you. “Don’t worry mommy will take care of all your needs don’t you worry your little head.” She wiggles her head back and forth, touching her nose against yours. You reach your mouth forward for something more on reflex, but she pulls back before you can make contact with her. You arrived at the changing table. Diapers still in their packages were piled high next to it. You could make out the symbols ‘N O R T H S H O R E M E G A M A X’ but you had no idea what those symbols could possibly mean. The pressing need in your crotch meant you didn’t linger on it for long.

	Your mommy gently places you down on the padded table and starts to unbutton your onesie, which was already fit to pop off on its own from the mess you made. Mommy makes note of the drool stains on it and says she’ll get you a new one so you can be fresh for the day. She sits you up to pull the onesie off of you. You notice, a mirror across from you with another girl in it. She has a stupid, empty look on her face. Her arms and legs laying about her uselessly as if she didn’t have the strength to lift them, only sitting up thanks to the support of mommy. Her breasts were small compared to your mommies. Still they jiggled when the girl giggled at you. Something poked at the top of her diaper, making a tent. The girl giggled more.

	Mommy laid you back down on your back. The girl in the mirror was replaced in your vision with her beautiful face and squishy hanging breasts. You reached to play with one but she shrugged you off. “In a second dear let me get you cleaned up first.” She pulled the tapes on your giant squishy diaper. The cool air that hit your groin after being trapped in that humid environment for so long felt good. She lifted your legs and put a temporary pad below you so she could wrap up the mess and throw it away. Your messy bottom wriggled against it. 

	Next she took a cool wipe and started to clean everything. Her fingers deftly slid through all your nooks and crannies. You can’t help but make little moans, especially when they dance around the sticky hard thing on your crotch which was still throbbing. “Mama more!” You say eagerly. She just pats you on the head with a clean hand and lifts your legs up to wipe your butt. “Mmmmnf.” You groan as her fingers slide up your butt crack. Hehe butt crack, your mind manages to comprehend briefly.

	“There, all clean.” She says, tying her hair back and picking you up naked. Your mommy feels good against your naked body, so you try to press as much of you against her as you can. She sits down in a chair and you pull down her shirt, eager for what comes next. She smiles and unbuttons her nursing bra, already wet with moisture and you grab greedily at the bare tit. The tingles return in force as her sweet nectar enters your mouth. Some dribbles down the sides of your mouth but you don’t care. She grabs your thing in one hand while supporting your head in the other. Your arms hug her breast as you suckle. 

	She strokes your thing, causing you to weakly buck your hips against her hand. “Aren’t you cute.” She remarks, matching your pitiful rhythm. Gooey liquid squirts out rather quickly, which makes her smile and say. “Good little one.” Despite some getting on her breasts. She just licks it off. No thoughts ran through your head, but for good measure, she switched breasts and repeated the process on the other side. You don’t complain, you couldn’t even think of anything besides the funny tingles and how much you love your mama. 

	When you’re done she carries you over to the changing table. She licks her lips and puts her mouth around your thingy, causing you to seize up with tingles and pleasure and sweet sweet emptiness. She licks you clean and dries you off with a towel before replacing the huge diaper between your legs and putting a fresh onesie on. It had little pigs and sheep and cows, though to your clouded mind it was just more tingles, not even the concept of color or shape had formed in your pretty empty head.

	Your mommy placed you back in your crib and said she’d be right back with your bottle. You had seen her make it once. It was a mix of her own milk and a bunch of things that had labels with funny words on them like “benzodiazepine” “polyethylene glycol” and “flibanserin” among others but even when you could form the concept of ‘symbols’ they were nothing more than funny to you. 

	She handed you the bottle which you held and greedily sucked on. Through the haze you finally caught the lyrics to the mobiles song. “Be a good girl for mommy.”  They said. “Drink your baba.” and “Make stickies and pushies in your diapers.” There were others but the moment was lost now. Subconsciously you think you knew what they meant. On the surface level however you found a stuffie after finishing your baba. You idly humped it, sticking a finger in your mouth and grabbing at your chest with the other. Drooling happily and giggling to yourself.