Babying Belle back to Health

They say that in times of grief, people turn to sex as a way of healing.

The pain of the last few days had been too great, and something deep inside of her was crying out for the crushing emotional pressure to be released.

Her body had taken over on its own. It was craving human embrace, and any contact with anyone would do.

And right this minute, it was Kim's hand that was providing this needed human touch.

"Ugh!" she sighed under her breath as she lowered her eyes in deep humiliation.

Her hips had reacted of their own volition by pushing back into Mrs. Kaplan's gloved hand.

It was so degrading.

When Belle realized what she was doing, she wished that she could sink into the bathwater to hide. She bent her head forward in shame. Relieved that her long hair was shielding her face.

Despite herself, she had unconsciously parted her legs further apart to give the hand better access to her needy sex. She was slowly gyrating in synchronicity with the back-and-forth motion of the cotton mitten.

"Awe!" her orgasm was so close. She was about to burst.

On the verge of climax, Belle froze with fear and anticipation as she once again involuntarily raised her sex to meet the hand that was touching it.

All the muscles in her being were tensed and she was about to erupt.

All visual signs were showing her deep state of arousal. The pale skin at the base of her neck had turned a deep shade of pink. Her nipples were erect.

She was astonished by her own actions. Why was this happening?

It was so shameful and naughty.

"Had Mrs. Kaplan noticed what was happening?" she wondered as she held her breath.

Chapter 3 - In which the bath becomes something more.

Initially, Kim had not been paying attention to Belle's libidinous behavior.

Her mind had been focused on the task at hand.

For the past few days, her own emotions had been wrought through the wringer. The devastating loss had a deep impact on her in more ways than one.

She had been very attached to Belle's parents. Their sudden passing was a sorrowful event in and of itself.

However, it also resonated on a much grimmer level with her. Old buried memories were surging back to the surface.

At first, the pain echoed with the one she had felt during Mike's illness and death.

But Belle's mourning and inconsolable grief dug and cut even deeper into Kim's soul. Forgotten feelings that she had suppressed long ago were consuming her. Over the course of the past few days, Kim had been reminded of the tragic death of her baby daughter years before Sean's birth.

The raw emotions of Belle's ache and suffering had reopened the old wound. And so, the girl's grief had become her own.

And when Belle had collapsed sobbing in her arms like a lost puppy, like an orphan child, a strange sensation started filling the deep hole in her heart that had been left vacant so many years ago.

Her state of mind was shifting.

When she saw Belle naked, exposed and so vulnerable, her heart leapt.

As she began gently washing Belle's feet and leg, her motherly instincts took over. She had lost her baby girl long ago and now this little woman had lost her mom and dad.

"This sweetie pie needs a mommy." she thought to herself.

Something in Kim had snapped. Belle was no longer a 26-year-old medical doctor in her mind's eye. She was someone who needed to be babied and pampered, someone who would require tender love and affection.

When her gloved hand started manipulating Belle's needy pussy, a resolution had been made. "Mommy" was here to make "sweetie pie" feel good.

As these thoughts were crystalizing in her brain, she finally paid attention to the girl's carnal behavior.

As she felt Belle grinding her pussy into her hand, she sensed the girl's need for emotional and physical release.

She was not bothered by it in the least.

After such a harrowing event, after so much ache and torment, it only seemed natural that Belle would seek some escape from the pain. She understood her need to feel something good.

In fact, Kim was flattered to see that Belle might feel close enough to her and comfortable enough to share such an intimate act in her presence.

She could feel the girl pushing back into her strokes with more urgency. She could feel her coming close to that ecstatic point of no return.

Then, the girl froze and stiffened her body just before reaching the impending orgasm.

Kim looked up to meet Belle's eyes and realized by the girls' slouching head that she might need some encouragement to get over the finish line.

The older woman released the bath glove from her grasp and with only her soft index finger, just as Belle had started pondering "Had Mrs. Kaplan noticed what was happening?", she penetrated the very lubricated pussy of her charge.

Instinctively, Belle raised her hips and arched herself backwards to meet this unexpected penetration.

"That's it sweetie... it's ok... Cum for me my little darling," whispered Mrs. Kaplan to the bewildered woman.

Kim began pumping her finger into Belle sweltering hole and used her other hand to find her clit.

It was fast and furious and it only lasted a few seconds.

"Aaah! Aaaahhh! Aaaahhhh!" a powerful climax tore through the young woman's body making her convulse and shake as the older woman kept on playing with her intimate flesh.

Kim did not stop. She knew that she could squeeze out more pleasure out of her little sweetie pie.

"Sweetie pie" had a very hairy bushy vagina and she would need to tend to it, she thought, as she petted the sweet honey pot.

And the older woman was right. With very little additional manipulation she had brought the sensitive girl's flesh back to the gates of ecstasy.

By then, Belle had become a bundle of nerves that were all collected to the center of her erogenous zone. Her arms and legs were now straddling the tub as she raised herself out of the water. She was straining to bring her pussy up to meet Kim's addictive touch.

"Aaah! Aaaahhh! Aaaahhhh!" she yelled again as she squirted a thick liquid in an orgasm that was even more powerful than the first one.

Her muscles could no longer hold her up and she collapsed and fell back into the warm water of the tub.

Chapter 4 - In which Belle discovers regression play.

As she panted, trying to recover, a deep panic overtook her.

The post-coital shame was overwhelming her.

Her mind began working overtime as a series of questions began torturing her.

"What had she done?

What would Mrs. Kaplan think of her?

What about Sean?

He had been here the whole time!

What would he think?

What would Mrs. K think of her shameful behavior in front of him?

Would she be kicked out of the house?

Where would she go now?

She had nowhere to go!

She was alone now!"

That fear tetanized her and its grip was strangling her.

In frightful distress, she lost control of her bladder.

"No!" yelled Kim immediately. Her legendary volcanic temper erupting immediately.

Belle could not move, could not look into her eyes. She could not find the strength to speak up.

Before she knew what was happening, Mrs. Kaplan took over the situation.

Again, she started firing a set of orders to her burly son who obeyed her with immediacy:

"Sean, help me get my sweetie pie up.

Grab one of her arms and make her stand tall.

Pass me the shower head.

Sweetie made a mess and we must rinse her off.

Good!

Now lift her out of the bath.

Hand me the towel.

I'll dry her off.

Now, carry her into my bedroom and lay her on Mommy's bed.

Just like that.

Go get me some shaving cream and a razor.

Open the towel.

Grab her ankles and pull her legs up to her chest.

Wider.

Sweetie, don't move.

Good!

All clean.

Much Better.

Sean! Go up to the attic and get me your dad's adult diapers, they should be on the top left shelf.

My little sweetie just peed herself.

We don't want any further accidents.

You are back?

That was fast.

Good!

Grab her ankles again and lift them again like before.

Further back this time so her bum is in the air.

Perfect!

I'll apply the lotion so she won't get any rashes.

Ooh!

She likes that?

No, No, sweetie pie, calm down.

You just had a nice cummy cum cum.

Later maybe... if you eat your lunch.

Good.

Let's put the diaper on.

Ok.

Now, the big blanket.

My sweetie pie needs to be swaddled.

Just like that.

Bring her knees to her chest.

Fold the blanket up.

Yes, exactly, like a little burrito.

Now put the arms in.

Fold one side, then the other.

Tuck it tight.

All done!

Good job, now bring her downstairs for me so we can give her the soup I just made."

And just like that, in a manner of a few minutes, Belle had willingly given up control of her free will over to Kim.

She had been terrorized by the idea of being kicked out of the Kaplan's house. That tetanizing fright had spurred her to urinate in the tub.

When that had happened, she was sure that she would be kicked to the curb.

So, to her surprise, when Mrs. Kaplan had Sean carry her into the bedroom she was relieved and glad to play along.

She would have done anything at that moment to please her.

What happened next had been utterly humiliating. Yet, that embarrassment had again kept her mind off the sad events that had made her an orphan.

Having her pussy shaven while Sean held her legs so wide open had been very degrading. She had kept her eyes closed the entire time wishing that she was anywhere else on earth but on that bed.

Then, when Mrs. Kaplan began applying the lotion, her body was set ablaze again. The woman's touch had been so soft, so tender and so full of affection that it stirred up her desire. She had unconsciously started tilting her pelvis to meet the fingers that were coating her with lotion. "ooh!" she had moaned as the fingers tickled her sensitive clit. Belle wanted another sweet ecstatic release, but alas Mrs. Kaplan had denied her that pleasure.

Finally, she had been diapered and swaddled. She was still naked beneath the blanket except for the nappy. She was curled up in a ball. Her knees were up to her chin and her thighs were pressed against the erect nipples of her sensitive breasts. Her arms were immobilized in there too. Only her head was sticking out of the thick blanket.

At that very moment, the comforting feeling of the thick material wrapping her and immobilizing her in the fetal position made Belle feel warm, safe and secure.

She had been placed on Mrs. Kaplan's lap, and Sean was feeding her a delicious soup while the older woman was gently petting her head.

The tender moment was soothing and pretty soon her first real meal in days made her feel satiated. In the warm embrace of Mrs. Kaplans arms, she drifted off to sleep peacefully for the first time in a week.

Chapter 5 - In which we discover how much Belle enjoys being babied.

Unfortunately, she could not sleep for more than a few hours.

The nightmares had woken her up.

She had been bawling in her sleep for several minutes before she woke and, when she opened her eyes, Kim was already standing over her protectively.

Belle had been carried up to the guest room after she had drifted to sleep. The early evening sun was shining its orange light through the window.

The young woman was still bond by the restrictive blanket and it took some time to recollect the events that had transpired before her nap.

"Hush now... Hush my little darling!" whispered Kim soothingly.

Belle could not get the horrific image of destruction across the street from playing in her mind. It played in a loop in her head and she could not get past it.

"Now, Now... Sweetie... I know... I know... calm down dear... calm now..." cajoled the older woman as she caressed her hair softly.

Alas, there was no comforting the grieving woman and Kim knew that her tears would be flowing freely into the pillow for some time.

As time went on, Belle started feeling the pressure in her bladder building up.

Eventually, the need to pee became pressing and that basic physical need made her stop crying for a moment.

She needed to get up and she tried freeing herself from the tight swaddle.

It seemed impossible. The blanket had been looped around her several times and her own body weight was keeping her trapped into its restrictive shell.

In distress, she turned to Kim who was still watching over her.

"Help me! I need to pee!" she pleaded with her as she felt that her bladder was about to burst.

Kim tried to help by pulling at the blanket but the girl was too heavy for her.

She needed Sean's help but she had sent him out on an errand.

Suddenly, Belle stopped fighting her confine and went limp.

Disgracefully, she had just lost control of her bladder again and the warm urine had just rushed into the diaper; filling it.

Hot tears of shame and humiliation started pouring out. She turned her head away from the woman. She tried to bury it in the pillow to hide the degrading feelings that were coursing through her.

Mrs. Kaplan was still stroking her neck and spoke in reassuring tone, "It's ok darling... little accidents can happen to all of us... as soon as Sean gets here we're gonna change that nappy for you."

These few words had an instant impact on Belle.

The images of her earlier degradation started playing in a loop in her brain.

Time stood still as she recalled the bath, the orgasms, and the utter humiliation of being tended to like a baby.

She stopped crying, obsessed by the idea of being again manipulated by Kim and Sean in such a demeaning way.

She was an adult! She was not supposed to be exposed and controlled in such a way.

"Would they spread her legs again?" she wondered.

"Would Mrs. Kaplan make her cum like last time, or would she again deny her the orgasm that her body and soul were craving?" that thought transfixed her.

A burning heat was forming in her loins.

Being trapped in her messy diaper did not help assuage the situation. It only added to the sweltering and swelling heat that was building up inside her.

"Sean should be here any minute now," said Mrs. Kaplan as she tried to console the girl.

The idea of Sean made Belle's fever sore to new levels.

Her head was now spinning in anticipation.

The older woman was still trying to calm her by stroking her hair and her neck.

The girl seemed to be calmer somehow. The little sweetie pie had stopped crying shortly after peeing herself.

Her skin felt much warmer to the touch, almost feverish. Her neck was starting to turn pink.

That realization coupled with Belle's earlier behavior in the bathroom awoke a doubt in Mrs. Kaplan's mind.

Now that she thought about it, she realized that Belle had not shown any signs of bereavement from the moment she had been stripped bare to be washed until she awoke from her nap.

That thought was intriguing.

The older woman tried to recall the chain of events from the first part of the day. She wanted to get an understanding of what could have allowed Belle to escape her grief, even if it had only been temporary.

She had been undressed and bathed in front of the mom and son duo.

That had led to two powerful orgasms.

Was Belle reacting to the shame of the exhibition or was it simply a physiological response to the intimate touch that Kim had provided while she scrubbed her pussy?

Or was she reacting to the combination of both? Was Sean's involvement a factor?

What about the peeing, diapering, and swaddling that had followed the bath?

Did that have any factor in making Belle serene and calm? She had seemed so much at peace as she had drifted to sleep on Kim's lap.

"Mom! Where are you?" shouted Sean from the front door interrupting her train of thought.

Kim would have to think further on these questions. For the time being, she decided that she would simply reproduce the same set of circumstances to see if Belle would react similarly.

"I'm in Belle's room!" she screamed back, "Come up here! I need your help with the little darling."

Sean jumped his way up the flight of stairs in an instant.

Mrs. Kaplan asked, "Can you carry my little sweetie pie to my room. And lay her down on my bed? I need to change her diaper, she had a little accident while you were away."

At these words, Belle thought that she would faint.

But before she could fully grasp what was about to happen, her head was pulled up and away from the warm pillow that she had used to hide her flushed face.

The air felt cool, and she felt exposed.

She could not bear to face them and she kept her eyes tightly shut as she felt herself being lifted into Sean's powerful arms.

"Did you get the baby wipes that were on the list?" inquired Kim as Sean walked the length of the hallway to her room.

He nodded and she started directing the action rapidly as was her custom:

"Good.

Go get them after you set her down on my bed.

I'll go get another nappy in the meantime.

Ok.

Now, open the swaddle for me,

Help me with the diaper.

Tear it open down the other side of her hips.

Just like I'm doing here.

Yes, just like that.

Oh!

That was not so bad my little darling.

You did not need to cry for such a little accident.

Ok!

Sean, hand me the wipes.

We are going to do like before.

Grab her ankles and pull them up in the air up to her chest.

Sweetie pie! Spread your legs for me and bring you knees up.

There, there.

Now, the wipes might feel a little cold.

Ok? Done!

Next, I'm going to apply the lotion again.

Ready?

Aw, sweetie!

You like that. Don't you?

Push into my hand.

You enjoy that pressure?

You are so wet!

Is that soft for you.

Do you want to cum for me?

Calm, calm.

Don't hurry.

It's ok.

I'm here for you.

Sean is here for you too.

Pull her legs further up and apart.

Bring her other little hole in the air.

That's it.

I'm going to put some cream there too.

Is that ok? Relax.

There, slow down.

Sweetie pie, open up for me and stop moving for a minute.

I'm going to push my thumb into your bottom.

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

There.

I'm ready for you when you are.

Rock you hips.

Up and down, back and forth.

Take your time. Take your time.

Ooh! You are in a hurry my little darling.

That's ok too.

Go for it!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Aw! Here you are!

That was nice, wasn't it.

Well!

Let me apply a bit more lotion there.

Good.

Diaper on. All done!

And swaddle please!"

Belle basked in the afterglow of her earthshattering orgasm. She felt at ease wrapped in the cozy cocoon of the warm blanket that had been re-swaddled around her. She was relaxed and physically and emotionally spent.

She was still panting and struggling to regain her breath after the deep digital penetration that had coaxed so much pleasure out of her petite frame.

It had been so utterly embarrassing to have her anal cavity invaded in such a way while her most intimate flesh was being masturbated. She had never known that this practice could produce such gratification. She had felt so full and so stretched. For a moment, her entire consciousness had been shrunk down to the few millimeters that existed between her gushing pussy and her tight asshole. At that instant, nothing else mattered.

She was elated.

But in the back of her mind, she was puzzled. Why was she accepting and enjoying such treatment?

It felt so wrong.

However, the minute that the feeling of deep disgrace took over, she forgot everything else. All worries fell to the wayside. She was there, in the moment. There was no other thought but the one associated with following Mrs. Kaplan's directives. And while she did, she let go of the horror and heart ache that was slashing at her soul.