A Dish Best Served Messy: Chapter 12

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, body transformation, babyfication, humiliation, domination, masturbation/diaper sex, hypermessing, anal play, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Co-Written By: LittlePissy

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Sitting on the couch with a soft, fuzzy blanket over her lap, Morgan had never felt more awkward or gross in her entire adult life. Not that she was feeling much like an adult right now. With her messy diaper squished under her butt, she winced at even the slightest movement, forcing her to remain as motionless as possible. Sadly, she didn’t even possess her cell phone to take her mind off the pungent aroma and the oozing of her own filth, having only the kiddy movie that her current caretaker had put on her to entertain herself with. Even when she was actually young, she’d never found animation all that entertaining, but at the present, it was better than nothing.

Stationed next to Morgan on the couch was her babysitter, Mother Elma. The two of them had been pretty silent since relocating to the living room for some TV time. Though Morgan was pleased not to have a constant barrage of demeaning baby talk pushed onto her, she could tell that Elma was constantly sneaking looks her way, making her feel incredibly small.

Worst of all, there was no excuse that Morgan could come up with to get Elma to leave the room alone. She’d already tried that by asking to go and get a stuffed animal from her nursery, which led to some unnecessary praise and diaper pats as she was escorted to the aforementioned room and complimented for making a selection. But hey, at least she had a stupid purple teddy bear at her side.

The only mercy Morgan had been shown was convincing Elma to remove one of her mittens so that she could enjoy her gummy bear reward. She didn’t really want to eat anymore tonight, but having a free hand that wasn’t confined to a hot, fluffy mitten was a godsend. Not to mention she couldn’t stand the taste of processed sugar. Elma was quick to inform her that these gummies were sugar-free, which at least made her feel less guilty about her snacking. Eating the tiny bears one at a time, she made sure to stretch out her treat so as to avoid getting her free hand mittened up again.

Feeling she was out of options, the best thing that Morgan could do at this point was to wait for the movie to end and hope that a diaper change and bedtime would be soon to follow. Looking up at the clock, it was already thirty minutes past nine. Surely, her caregiver wouldn’t let her stay up into the wee hours of the night. While she wasn’t even slightly tired, anything to get away from her caretaker was better than this. She stretched her arms high and let out a fake, exaggerated yawn, hoping to plant the seeds of sleepy time in Elma’s mind.

Unfortunately, Morgan’s acting may have been too good, as Elma turned to her and instantly said, “Aww, is baby Morgan getting tired? How about you come to sit in Mother Elma’s lap so she can give you lots of warm cuddles?” She sat up slightly and patted her lap playfully.

Morgan didn’t like where this was going. It was bad enough to inhabit the plush couch in her mushy diaper. Now she was going to be sitting on a much stiffer seat, one with its own movements and autonomy. Still, thinking back to the threat of the paddle, she knew Mother Elma’s request was more of a demand than an offer. Begrudgingly, she sat forward and stood up, cringing as her body weight rolled across the muck-filled pamper.

Now standing, Morgan’s diaper was on full display. The weight of her poop combined with the wet, swollen front caused the once white diaper to sag between her thighs. She bit down on the pacifier in her mouth, feeling as though she had a lukewarm water balloon dangling on the inside of her legs.

“Hehehe, I see you’ve wet yourself once or twice since dinner,” said Elma, delighting in Morgan’s adorably wide stance, “Why don’t you spin around for me and let me see the damage, piddle pants?” She grabbed the remote and paused the movie, ensuring that Morgan had her full attention.

Blushing up a storm, Morgan wasn’t exactly thrilled with the concept of showing off her dirty diaper to someone who was barely above the status of complete stranger. Still, there was always the possibility that her filled padding, along with her obedience would earn her a chance. Swallowing her pride, she tiptoed around in a circle slowly, keeping her legs wide so as to avoid stirring the mess around.

However, as soon as Morgan fully had her back to Elma, she felt a pair of hands wrap themselves around her tummy and yank her backward. She stumbled for a few steps before falling into Elma’s lap with a loud, gushy *SPLAT!* This caused the mess in her pampers to explode on impact, smearing all across her butt cheeks and shooting forward into the front of her diaper. She wanted to scream, cry, reign hellfire down on this entire planet! However, her body did none of those things. Instead, her pacifier fell from her lips as her mouth formed a perfect “O” and let out a flagrant moan. Her mitten-cover hand shot upward to cover her unexplainable horniness, but it was much too late.

“Oh, wow. I have to say I wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction,” said Elma, who wasted no time placing her hands on Morgan’s sides and moving her so that she was full atop her lap, “And here I was, thinking you wanted out of that messy diaper of yours.”

Feeling the heat welling up in her face, Morgan responded, “I-I do!” This caused her caregiver to laugh at what couldn’t have sounded more like a blatant lie. Even she knew that if the roles were reversed, she wouldn’t believe herself, either. She had no idea why squishing in her sloppy diaper made her so horny, but she wasn’t exactly interested in finding out. Trying to brush off the humiliation, she turned her attention to the screen and said, “Let’s just watch the movie.”

“Hehe, whatever you want, baby girl,” said Elma as she gently pets Morgan’s hair. Looking back at where Morgan was sitting before, she noticed Morgan’s bag of gummy bears had been abandoned. “Uh oh, I think someone left their snack behind. Let me grab that for you before you start getting fussy.” Shifting Morgan around in her lap, she reached across the seat and grabbed the baggy before returning to her spot.

This resulted in Morgan being jostled about on Elma’s lap, disturbing the mess in her pampers even more. By the time Elma was returned with the gummies, she was sticking her bottom lip outward and pouting like crazy. The gummy bear bag being dropped onto her slouched tummy did little to cheer her up. She just wanted this night to be over.

Now in a slightly different position, Morgan was no longer able to lean forward, having been forced to recline. Not only did this put more weight onto the rear of her diaper, but it also ensured that her head was at the perfect height to land squarely in between Elma’s massive sweater puppies. It was a cruel reminder of the loss of her own titties. While she couldn’t say they didn’t make for a comfy pillow, that didn’t stop the situation from being any less awkward. She tried to block the sensation of having her head nestled against the mammoth mommy milkers, but anytime Elma moved even slightly, her boobs would shake as if they were filled with jello.

“I make a cozy seat, don’t I?” teased Elma, wrapping her arms around Morgan’s torso and pulling her even closer. As soon as her hands were touching Morgan’s gut, she felt a faint gurgle rumbling under the surface. While Morgan couldn’t see it, a wickedly smug smile formed on her face. It was almost time for the show to begin.

Since Morgan was fixing her attention on the TV in order to avoid thinking about her infantile status, she failed to notice the growing need to void her bowels. She mindlessly continued to munch on her gummy bears, unaware that she was only digging her own grave. By the time her stomach pains became too great to ignore, her fingers were brushing the bottom of the bag. She was shocked at herself that she’d managed to eat all of the gummies, especially with how full the baggy was at the start. Believing the tightness of her tummy to be because she rarely overindulged in sweets, she attempted to live with the uncomfortably as the movie carried on.

*GUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGGGLLLLE!*
Morgan’s eyes widened as her belly let out a menacing sound as an all too familiar pressure began to push on her colon. In the back of her mind, she knew she wasn’t going to make it to the potty. How could she have gone this long without noticing she needed poop. She tried to sit forward to stand up, not wanting to crap herself in someone else’s lap.

Woefully, Mother Elma had other ideas. Keeping her hands clasped tightly around Morgan’s churning stomach, she pulled her in close and said, “No need to get up sweetie. Now, be honest with Mommy, was that hungry gurgle or a poopy one?”

Not wanting to admit that she was about to fill her padding even more, Morgan decided to lie. “I’m a little hungry,” she said, hoping that this would force Elma into the kitchen, giving her time to relieve herself. However, just like all of Morgan’s impromptu schemes, she failed to think more than one more ahead.

“Alright then! I’ve got just what you need,” she said, removing one of her arms from Morgan’s torso and reaching inside of her shirt to unclasp her maternity bra, “I was hoping to do this anyway tonight. I forgot to pump before coming here tonight.” She placed her free hand around the back of Morgan’s head, cradling her as she forcefully rotated the big baby’s head toward her now exposed nipple.

Shaking her head, Morgan tried to pull away from the melon-size breasticle. “What?! Fuck no! I’m not-mmmmmf!” was all she could get out before her open mouth was pressed into Elma’s spongy boob. A few drops of milk dribbled onto her tongue, allowing her to have a taste of the sickeningly sweet lacteal.

“Such a naughty little thing, pretending to be a big girl and cursing at Mother Elma. Keep this up and you’ll be meeting that paddle I saw you ogling at earlier,” said Elma sternly as she locked her hand on the back of Morgan’s head, “Now if I were you, I’d start sucking. And don’t you dare bite down unless you want to earn more punishments than you already have.

Whimpering into Elma’s gargantuan gourd of a breast, Morgan knew she had no choice but to start feeding. She slowly began to suckle on the thick, fattened teet, finding no difficulty in getting it to produce the creamy liquid. As seconds ticked by, what started as a trickle turned into a flood. Soon, Morgan wasn’t even sucking anymore as Elma’s squirting titty was rapidly filling her mouth to the brim every few seconds.

All the while, Morgan’s stomach was bloating outward like crazy and her gasp on her sphincter was quickly slipping away. If she didn’t do something soon, she was going to make an even bigger mess of her diaper while nursing on breast milk and sitting on her caregiver's lap. This couldn’t possibly get any more embarrassing.

“I thought you said you were hungry, sillyhead, but here you are squirming in my lap like you gotta go potty. Are you that far gone in Little Space that you can’t even tell anymore?” asked Mother Elma, already knowing what the answer was. Figuring it was time to add to Morgan’s horny misery, she decided to fill her in on a little secret, “Oh, I should’ve mentioned this before but I’ve got a fun fact for you! Did you know that the sweeteners in sugar-free gummy bears have a natural laxative effect? After scarfing down a whole bag, it’s no wonder that your tumtum is so grumbly!”

Upon hearing this fateful news, Morgan’s panic kicked into overdrive. She fought against Elma’s grip, spilling murky-white milk all over the two of them. Unsurprisingly, her efforts were in vain as Mother Elma was considerably stronger than she was. Spread out across her babysitter's lap, she knew she’d effortlessly fallen right into the trap that Elma and her friends had set up.

“That’s right, little one, you’re not going anywhere,” whispered Elma as she leaned in close to Morgan’s ear, “So why don’t you stop pretending you’re anything more than a diapee-filling pervert and poop yourself?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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