You begin to feel like you're going to either drown in the down poor of pee or be smothered by the inflating prison. But just when things looked their bleekest . . . the torrent weakens and she finally stops peeing.
You let out a sign of relief, thanking the lords that it was over . . . Emily had only just started to have fun!
You're suddenly rocked by swift and hard vibrations as gravity seem to crazy around you. It takes you a few nauseating moments to realize that Emily was actually bouncy on her inflated diaper.
And that she was, the diadee had inflated down and out to her ankles and she was bouncing on/in the now pee filled water balloon she was wearing. the straps holding the diaper on had now been augmented by second stronger set of internal straps that had been expanded together and now held the diaper fast around her waste as she bounced around on the livingroom floor.
You couldn't believe what was happening . . . you were suppose to babysit a 2 year old child, not get shoved into a diaper that could inflate into an bouncy riding balloon!
You continue to be smashed by Emily's groin and bottom as she bounced around until you hear a door open . . .
"Momma"
*Oh no! The Mistress* you think in panic as you remember the mess made in the kitchen.
"Now what is going on hear?" you hear her say, fearing the worse.
The mother looks around, from her daughter to the kitchen where a big jar of fruit slices lay on the floor in front of the now closed refrigerator and then back to her baby's inflated diaper.
You cringe in terror, expecting an angry shout . . . but all you hear is the sounds of her kneeling down and the feeling of a giant hand pressing against the now massive padded pee balloon.
"I see," you hear her say, and then you hear snickering and chuckling as gravity is suddening dropped once again as Emily is lifted up by her mom.
It takes a few minutes, but you soon see light once again as the mistress removes the diaper from her baby and refiels you in your soaked state.
She looks down at you, but she isn't angry at all, she's actually smiling and laughing at the situation.
"I guess I should have warned you about a few things before leaving." You watch as she puts a fresh diaper on Emily, this one seeming to have the pattern of a kangaroo on it.
"I own a company company that designs and engineers new and unique toys and garments for children under 5." She explains as she now takes the expanded diaper over to a hamper like been in the corner of the room, which you now see is an exceptionally large nursury with all kinds of interesting toys and objects for the carring and play of an young inf. "We actually have made a few connections with company that made you, so I'll be able to new cloths for you real easily . . . custom made even." She sees you're still starring at the hamper where the diaper was dumped. "Being one of the lead designers and imagineers as well means I get to test all the proto-types and keep a personal supply of all my and my baby's favorites . . . like the ultra-absorbant "Comfy Bouncy Ball" diaper there."
"So there are other um . . . unique diapers and toys?" you ask as she lifts you up and carries you over to a sink to be washed up.
"Yes, and you'll eventually learn about all of them. . . as Emily loves playing with all of them . . . as she seems to adore playing with you," she gently scrubbed you out of your sticky garments and display her motherly care as she clean every inch of you. "I should've warned you also to be careful around her diaper, heh. I've learned that she loves putting her 'Favorite' dolls in them and playing with them in her own personalized way. Which is why I know she really likes you." All this time she is still smiling.
"That would have been helpful . . . and I'm sorry about the kitchen, Mistress."
"Oh don't worry too much," she explained as she dried you off. "I had already put all her bottles and snack foods on the bottom shelves to make it easier for you . . . I just didn't think she'd go for that one. It was a fruit and milk blend with a touch of a new laxadive we'd been developing for young children with . . . waste pains as it were."
You crack a smile, "well that explains why she just kept on going."
"hah, yeah." She finishes drying you off and fits a new set of clothes on you, bottom and top underwear, flannel evening pants, and a night shirt. "It's getting late and it's time for dinner."
She sets you down on a cushion in front of the bigscreen TV, and put in the video she mentioned earlier. "You watch this and I'll come and collect you when dinner's ready."
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