"S-Sweetie Belle?!" Rarity exclaimed. She was absolutely horrified to discover she could no longer talk! A string of incomprehensible babbling emerged from Rarity's mouth, as well as a thin line of drool. It coursed down her chin, only to fall wetly onto her bib.
"Awww, did Rar-Rar make a little diddy in her dydee? I think she did! C'mon, let's get you cleaned up. Mom and Dad left me in charge of you for the day until they finish their errands." Sweetie Belle said in a sing-song voice as she settled Rarity on her hip while she walked towards the changing table.
Sweetie was right; Rarity did have a very wet diaper on. Rarity cringed as the sopping diaper squished up against her private loins. Her diaper drooped heavily in front of her and the translucent wetness indicator on the front of the diaper had a faded yellow stain beneath the thick padding, hinting at the night's production of baby pee it held locked in its absorbent padding.
Sweetie Belle gently laid Rarity onto the changing pad and began to untape the diaper. Rarity panicked, "Sweetie Belle, you have got to listen to me! I've been changed into an infant! Can't you see?!" Much to her dismay, all Sweetie heard was another melody of incoherent baby blather.
Sweetie Belle smiled as she poked her "little" sister in the stomach, "You're so silly, Rar-Rar! And such a sweet little baby. Don't worry little sis, Big Sis will get this nasty diaper off of you in no time!"
Rarity felt offended, violated, and extremely embarrassed all at once. The soggy diaper that was wrapped around her waist showed the extreme impropriety and incontinence that made her seem like the infant she truly was. Because of this, Rarity began to cry in earnest.
Instead of reacting, Sweetie Belle merely smiled and continued to dispose of the old diaper. Meanwhile, Rarity was bawling, less gracefully than she would under normal circumstances. This was too much for the poor girl to handle!
With her sister's mouth wide open, Sweetie seized this opportunity to grab a pacifier from the acrylic apothecary jar sitting close by. As soon as it all started, Rarity's sobs were abruptly silenced by the foreign object in her mouth. With her mouth filled with the soft latex of the rubber teat, Rarity began to suckle in defeat.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.12 seconds at 4:40am on Nov 29, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
