Sighing in defeat, and realizing that you really don't have any choice in this, you open your mouth to accept the huge, rubber nipple. Meanwhile, Rosaline wraps her arms around you, and pulls you against her bossom like a real baby. After some hesitation, you reluctantly begin suckling the bottle. To your surprise, the milk tasts WONDERFUL! Better than any you've ever had.
"That's my good little girl," She cooes, as one of her hands begins patting you affectionately on your padded bottom.
Though quite embarassing, you also find this strangly soothing, and begin to fall into a state of deep relaxation. By the time you finish the bottle, you have almost nodded off. Until, all of a sudden, you feel her pull you up, and drape you over her shoulder. She then begins firmly patting you on the back.
She's Burping you!
After a moment, you let out a big, distinct, "BURP" causing you to blush, deep red, again.
She then hold you out in front of her, exclaiming-"Good Girl!"
You are so embarrassed, though, that a tear runs down from your eye.
"Awwe," she cooes, wiping your eye, "There, there, Sweet Heart. It's alright."
She pulls you into a warm embrace, pressing your face against her ample blossom.
You fight and struggle to pull free, but she is far too strong, and holds you firmly against her bossom. You have never been so humiliated in all your life, but the worst was yet to come!
"Now then," You hear her cooing, up above you, your face still pressed against her breasts, "since Mamma's widdle daisy doll was such a good girl, I think my widdle girl deserves a reward."
With that, she pulls you back out away from her, and you look back at her horrified.
"Mamma, no... I, I don't wanna!" You stutter, shaking your head vigorously, your little pigtails flopping about.
"Oh, don't worry," she giggles, "Baby will enjoy this!"
With that, she shifts her hands from your waist to your hands, leaving your feet and body to float, freely. Next, you watch her pull out one of her beautiful, bare, legs, from beneath her robes. A moment later, you all of a sudden fall down, landing straddled across her thigh. Can this woman actually control GRAVITY!? you wonder.
But you don't get any longer to contemplate it, for a moment later, she begins bucking you on her knee, vigorously, bouncing you up and down, while holding firmly onto your mittened hands.
"Weeeee!" She sings, "Daisy's a widdle cowgirl!"
You look at her in shock and embarassment, but despite yourself, you cannot deny the feelings you are starting to develop. Over and over, you feel the soft, firm, material of your diaper, bumping and rubbing right up against your most sensitive regions. Meanwhile, your pale, bare, breasts, bounce freely on your chest, adding further to your excitement. It's not long before you start panting and moaning with excitement, all the while filled with embarassment.
Your excitement builds and builds, until finally, you scream out in ecstasy, hoping with all your will, that it's true noone can heare you scream in space.
"Good girl!" She cooes.
But you, however, can do nothing but break down and cry, in all your exhaustion and humilation.
"Awwee," She cooes, "There, there, Sweet Cheeks." Mamma's here now," She says, pulling you once again to her bossom, as she pats your bottom.
This time, you allow yourself to feel comforted by her mothering, and after awhile, drift off to sleep.
When you awake, you find you are...
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