Chapter #3Baby Bat by: Kazoo   Rouge walked through the front door of her home. She closed it on her way in and leaned on it. She looked worn out. Her eyes were weary and her mood lackluster. She returned from one last debriefing of her latest mission from G.U.N.. After a stressful few days of espionage and high tension, she wanted to relax. She let out a small smile.
“It’s time to kick back.” Rouge thought.
First, she closed her blinds. She didn’t want anyone peeping in on her. Then, she made her way to her bedroom. While walking to her bedroom, she striped down to nothing, leaving a trail of clothes on the way. A bare naked Rouge walked towards her closet and opened it. She pulled out a soft duffle bag; a white bag with pink highlights and a few butterfly patches on it.
“There’s my diaper bag.” Rouge thought.
She opened her diaper bag. In it contained baby powder, ointments, baby oil, a changing mat, mittens, booties, baby wipes, bibs, a teddy bear, baby bottles, some pacifiers, and a hefty pack of diapers. She took out a diaper, a pack of wipes, a bottle of baby oil, a bottle of baby powder, her changing mat, and some pink booties. She placed the changing mat on to her bed and spread her diaper on top of the mat. She sat on to her diaper. The softness of the diaper teased her; stimulating her. It caused her to blush hard, breath heavy, and bite her lower lip. She set some pillows behind her to elevate herself for the change. She wiped down her privates, slathered them in baby oil, and applied a more than generous amount of baby powder. She taped up her diaper. She liked how it hugged her lower self. She wore a thick, babyish diaper. So thick, it spread her legs apart. It had a white base, pink highlights, and pink and purple hearts on the front and rear. It felt good to Rouge. She had a dumbfounded smile on her face from admiring the diaper.
“Baby Wouge wuvs her diapes.” She thought.
She slipped on her pink booties and waddled to her diaper bag. She pulled out a baby bottle and a pacifier with a lanyard. She popped in the pacifier into her mouth, placed the lanyard around her neck, and struggled towards the kitchen. She had trouble keeping her balance. Her diaper had spread her legs a little too far apart. She fell on her diapered bottom.
"Looks like Wouge is crawling." she thought.
She crawled on her hands and knees towards the kitchen. She used the nearby kitchen cabinets to bring herself back to her feet. She moved towards the fridge and took out a bottle of milk. She poured some milk into her baby bottle. She waddled, starting to get better, her way to the living room. She plopped herself on the couch, grabbed the TV remote on the coffee table, and turned on the TV for her to watch mindlessly. She took the baby bottle and started sucking at the milk. She had bliss.
What got Rouge into diapers is a mystery. All she can recall was that a few months ago, after a night out, she woke up with a pounding headache and a padded bottom. She didn’t know how or why this happened, but it seems to be a happy accident. This opened Rouge's eyes to something new. She enjoyed what the diaper brought her. After that morning, she expanded her knowledge on this fixation. She learned that she loved being babied and using her diapers. She felt innocent and happy. She felt like a baby and enjoyed it all.
A few hours pass; Rouge is lying on the couch watching TV. She still wore nothing but her diaper and booties. She sucked mindlessly on her pacifier. She grabbed her bottle to drink, but found it empty. She rose from the couch to get some more milk. Halfway to the fridge, she felt pressure in her bowels. She realized had to poop. She squatted slightly; preparing herself mentally and physically for what’s next. She pushed; letting out a small fart. It began. She pushed the brown mush from her backside. Rouge blushed hard from pushing the mess out. It filled the seat of her diaper; expanding the back end and staining it a light brown. A foul stench rose around her. She let out one last fart. She looked upon her backside. She groped the messy part of her diaper; admiring the work she did. Her face remained red. She smiled innocently and giggled.
“Look’s like Wouge made a stinky.” she thought.
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