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I'm A Baby Now!
By: Cya Date: October 12, 2018, 7:40 am
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Asian ABDL
Lauren decides to put a diaper on, play with Abbigail.
Toriel sat amongstTilly on the plush carpet as both baby women
played. They were sharing their toys in their new nursery,
playing together in just their thick disposable diapers. Only
the rhythmic suckling of toothless gums on plastic, bulbous
teats, could be heard in the pink and white nursery while an
occasional rattling noise would ring out, breaking up the
symphony of suckling.
The goat woman's attention was drawn to a pair of blocks that
she was trying to stack up into a minaret while her new sister
was busy playing with a rattle. Well, playing was a bit of an
overstatement, when she wasn't pounding her pacifier with her
gums, she was chewing on the poor rattle to soothe her sore
mandible due to an intense bout of teething that was starting to
kick in. The bubbly alien laid on her belly, facing the goat
woman, and had her breasts pressed against the carpet as she
held her head up, playing with her rattle in her mouth.
A simple whine caused Toriel to look over at her new, pudgy
alien sister. She was having some difficulty gaining the relief
she sought out. Tilly babbled around the rattle, a few
nonsensical strands of gibberish, at her adopted sister,Toriel.
Suddenly, clarity returned to the diapered goat mother's mind.
It was as if the vale of fog had parted, letting the glimmering
rays of knowledge shine through, piercing the darkness of the
ignorance induced by her second infancy. The drool ceased
flowing down her furry chin and she felt her gums with her
slender tongue which had deflated. Panic started setting in when
she realized that her once beautiful smile had been rendered a
toothless maw.
Tilly noticed that her thoughts were gaining a level of depth to
them that she hadn't felt in a long time. She felt that her mind
instantly had returned to a state of relative adult
intelligence. However, she wasn't shocked by her lack of teeth
nor was she dismayed by the fact that her big butt was wrapped
in a giant baby diaper. In fact, she seemed to appreciate her
new mental clarity which allowed her to enjoy the sensation of
the slick plastic between her legs.
"Tis isn't wight. We nod subosed to beh wike tis!" The topless
adult baby Goat stated around her binky. Toriel merely blushed
upon hearing how babyish she sounded and plucked the pacifier's
from her mouth, hoping that her speech would sound more clear
and less infantile.
"Wad you talkin bout?" Tilly cocked an eyebrow and shook her
rattle before plunging it back into her soaking wet, drool
ridden mouth.
"We nod babus!" Toriel yelled, grabbing onto her diaper, trying
but failing to pull it off. "Someting magik ish happen, id did
tis to us!"
"Yeh, wed mommy did tis, wemember?" Tilly smiled, showing off
her slick, toothless gums. A strand of saliva slivered down her
chin. It was quite a contrast as her eyes shined with the
radiance of knowledge, but her smile looked akin to what a
newborn baby had.
"Tat demon!" Toriel felt it all rush back to her, memories of
numerous diaper changes, countless trips across the red woman's
lap, suckling at the dark crimson nipples. It all came back to
her, leaving her mouth agape in shock. "I can wemember! She did
tis to us!"
"Yeh, an?" Tilly stared at Toriel. Her sister was being silly,
being very over dramatic.
"Tis is al wong!" The nude Goat woman, clad in her big
disposable diaper lamented.
"Wats wong? Ebweeting ish wite. We gits al teh toys an pacis an
boobies we wan." Tilly started to explain. "An ters no more
works or udder bowin tings to worry abot. Jus pway, naps and
milky!"
Toriel couldn't believe what she was hearing from the captive
alien. Was it a form of Stockholm syndrome or something more
severe? Maybe she really liked to be pampered, waited on hand
and foot, while babbling and suckling on nipple shaped items and
boobs like a brain dead baby? Whatever her damage was, Toriel
couldn't think of anything positive about being someone's
diapered plaything. She knew that she'd been given an
opportunity to escape from this infantile abyss. Regardless of
what Tilly had in mind, Toriel knew that it was basically every
woman for herself.
Standing up, her hooves were planted firmly, but the rest of her
legs jiggled like jello. Toriel slowly but surely started to
waddle away from her adopted sister, diaper rustling and swaying
with every step. The goat didn't get far when she heard the
infantile alien call out to her.
"Hey! Were you goin?!"
"Od of here!"
Tilly heard the disgruntled goat's reply and knew that she had
to stop the big baby from leaving, least she make a mistake and
end up in trouble. Not only was the fear of a punishment a
primary motivation, but she'd miss her sister and be left all
alone if her goat playmate managed to escape.
The pudgy alien pulled herself up off of her belly and started
after the slowly fleeing diapered goat woman. It was quite the
scene, two overgrown, giant baby women waddling on newborn legs,
minds intact, but bodies on a six month old's level of
coordination. However, Tilly obvious had a stronger resolve than
Toriel because she closed the gap and managed to tackle her
diapered cribmate. The two tumbled to the ground and landed in a
pile on the plush floor.
Toriel looked up in shock, pinned beneath her fellow captive,
and wondered, angrily, why she'd been pushed down. The goat
woman's eyes met Tilly's and the two couldn't look away. Toriel
was trying to find her words, but struggled to utter only a
single one.
"Why?!"
"Becuz, I wike yous and dun wanna be alon." Tilly explained,
fluttering her eyelashes in a flirtatious manner, letting her
eyes do the talking.
The goat mother, guardian of the other realm, was feeling a bit
sad. She wanted to escape, but she didn't want to make this
poor, mentally challenged girl cry, which it looked like the
alien was on the verge of doing.
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