Many knew about Ms. Rabbit. Her mannerism, her kindness, her beauty, her culinary skills, and her motherly aura. But, there’s one secret that no other living mobian knows of; one so personal to the rabbit. She wasn’t just a mature rabbit, she was also a big baby. Vanilla had a strong desire for the childish padding and her infantile persona for as long as she could remember. She’s unsure what started this fascination, but it’s been embedded into her youth ever since. Through most of her life, she’s satisfied her fantasies by wearing diapers, using diapers, lustful pleasures with diapers, acting like a baby, and more. To her, it was all fun. Whether it be strolling around in public while wearing a diaper underneath her skirt, voiding herself in public, playing with toys, drinking bottles, sucking on pacifiers, sleeping in diapers almost every night, packing her diapers full of peepee, poopoo, oatmeal, or anything else, it was all fun to her. While satisfying her desires, she hid them very well. No one else knew of this, not even her own daughter. The only one who ever knew was Cream’s father. She also weaned herself of her urges once Cream turned 18 months old. While it was fun to have mother-daughter baby bonding; sharing toys, having num-num’s, filling diapers, it couldn’t last. It became once in a blue moon. But now, the blue moon dawns again.
Cream left with Amy to have a “girls’ weekend”; it was for the both to bond and have fun. Once Cream left, Vanilla ran into her house to sleep for the night and prepare herself for a special weekend.
A new day dawned on Vanilla’s cottage. Vanilla slept with a pacifier in her mouth and wearing nothing but a thick, poofy, cotton candy pink diaper with blue sides and little blue hearts. She snuggled up to a large teddy bear she grabbed out of Cream’s room. It being almost as big as a mobian made it the perfect cuddle buddy. When sunlight peeked through her windows and shined on her, Vanilla awoke. She sat herself up and yawned. She looked to the bear on her right.
“Good morning, Mr. Bear.” She greeted. “You’re looking very cute this morning. And so am I.” Vanilla rubbed the front of her diaper. “I’m such a naughty baby. People say I’m supposed to be a big girl. I’m too big for diapers. But I say they’re full of poopoo. I can be a grown up and a baby. They can all take a big stinky.”
Then, Vanilla’s stomach gurgled, and she let out a small fart. “Speaking of stinkies.”
Vanilla lied back into her bed. She blushed heavily and smiled for the next part. She relaxed. Then, a familiar brown mush poured into the back of her diaper. Her diaper expanding by the mush; mucking up her whole bottom. Vanilla felt great ecstasy for her devious act; she panted heavily, her pulse skyrocketing, she looked like she was about to faint. Then, she finished. While catching her breath, she lied in her mess in satisfaction. To be relieved of that pressure in her backside felt fantastic. Vanilla rised to her feet. She walked over to the bedroom mirror to inspect the aftermath.
“My my, what a mess you made.” She though, while examining the diaper. She groped her messy back-end. “Baby wipes alone is going to fix this. You going to need a shower. But first...” Vanilla stepped towards the nearest wall. She turned around, then pressed her bottom to the wall. The mess in the used diaper overspread, covering her whole bottom in mush. She rubbed and pressed her buttocks on the wall. While being devious with her tail side, Vanilla lost herself in the act. To exacerbate it brought her excitement; she bit onto lower lip to contain her cries. Vanilla rubbed her diaper front rapidly with her free hand. She needed to reach the end. After a few short minutes, Vanilla reached her tipping point and climaxed. She wailed with ecstasy, shouting loud enough to shake the walls. “Now I definitely need a shower.”
Vanilla entered her bathroom and made way to her shower. Once inside, she untapped her used diaper, letting it fall to the floor. She rolled up the diaper and tossed it in the trash. Vanilla ran some hot water and took the showers’ wand. She sprayed down her own cheeks and anywhere else there would be mess. Vanilla lathered her fur with soap, rinsed herself clean, cut the water, stepped out, grabbed a towel, and dried herself.
Once completely dry, our naked mother entered her room. She opened her closed to get to a mysterious trunk. This trunk contained Vanilla’s diapers, baby things, and a few other kinks. She grabbed her necessary changing supplies and a baby bib, then cleaned herself up. She now wore a purple disposable diaper with small pink hearts in the front, and a big, pink heart right on her bottom. She also sported a purple baby bib. Once padded, Vanilla left her room to head to the kitchen and make breakfast.
What’s the plan for our naughty baby after breakfast?
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