Chapter IV.

    Matilda, still holding onto Annie with one arm, unslid the trey from the highchair as Annie while suckled on the pacifier still resting against her tongue and lips.

    “Alright, time to get something yummy into my little girl’s tummy!” 

    Matilda’s speech came out as a rhythmic chant, but her charge barely noticed.  Annie found herself occasionally struggling to fully understanding what the bear was telling her, but this wasn’t upsetting her as much as she had expected.

    She seemed to understand that what Matilda was telling her wasn’t something she should worry too much about, and didn’t protest when she found herself being plopped down onto her diapered bottom.

    The tray was slid back, locking into place with a small click, and Annie placed her hands on top of it, looking expectantly at her caretaker as she suckled on her pacifier.

    “Now you sit tight honey while I make you some breakfast.”

    Pans clattered and the stove burst into a lively flame as Annie watched the bear work her magic, cracking eggs and pouring milk into measuring cups while she tossed fruit in a bowl, washing a menagerie of strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries underneath the faucet.

    Swinging her hips to the tune she hummed under her breath, Matilda worked efficiently as she poured orange juice into a sippy cup, using the other hand to flip the golden colored flapjacks she had seemingly put together out of nothing.

    Annie watched in awe of Matilda’s comfort in the kitchen, she salivated instinctively and her drool began to gather behind the guard of the pacifier in her mouth, a thin strand of it dropping down onto her naked breasts.

    Matilda glanced over at her baby, smiling sweetly as she noted that she seemed transfixed by everything she was doing.  She had her guest exactly where she wanted her.

    “Oh dear, looks like somebody’s a little bit more hungry than I anticipated!  Let’s get you in a bib so you don’t make so much of a mess.”

    Turning the flame down to low, she glided back over to the high chair, withdrawing from her front apron pocket a large, pink baby bib.

    The phrase, “Mommy’s Little Dribbler” was embroidered on the front, but Annie once again remained blissfully unaware of this additional tool designed to further regress her.

    Reaching around the back of Annie’s neck, Matilda fastened the bib around her neck and leaned back, her face beaming with pride as she admired just how adorable her little charge looked.

    “I think we’re just about ready to eat!  What do you say, little one? Time to put that diaper to good use!”

    Turning back around, Matilda quickly arranged the pancakes onto a plate, generously adding powdered sugar, syrup, and the mixed berries to the delicious looking spread.

    She brought the plate over to Annie, gently moving her hands out of the way and placing the plate on top of her tray.

    “Alright sweetie, let’s get that pacifier out of your mouth now.”

    Her head following the tugging motion of Matilda gently tugging the pacifier out, Annie found herself being spoon fed small bits and pieces of pancake and sugary berries.

    With each passing bite of the delicious meal, she felt a small pressure in her stomach growing more and more pressing.

    As Matilda continued to feed her the pieces of the pancake, adding bits and phrases of encouragement as Annie usually succeeded in getting most of the pancake in her mouth, Annie’s mind became more and more hazy.

    A few coherent thoughts managed to manifest themselves, like how delicious the syrup coated pancakes tasted, and how friendly and soft her caretaker looked. 

    She allowed Matilda to dab at her mouth with a wet cloth, wiping off the sticky syrup that still managed to be spread all over her front and the bottom half of her face.

    “What a good little baby, you ate all of your pancakes!  Good girl!”

    Matilda caressed Annie’s cheek, causing Annie to revel in the soft, delicate feeling of the bear’s fur.

    “Now sit tight honey, Mommy’s going to clean up the kitchen and water the garden flowers.”

    Pacifier once more placed in her mouth, Annie kicked her legs gently her diaper crinkling softly while she watched Matilda bustle around the kitchen once more, the pans and bowls seemingly washing themselves as she dried her hands on hand towel.

    She watched the bear pad to the backdoor, which she hadn’t noticed led from the kitchen into what Annie presumed to be the garden, the only portion of which she could see out of the kitchen windows.

    With a straw hat now adorning her head, Matilda stepped through the door and out of the kitchen, leaving her baby still strapped into the highchair. 

    After a few minutes of contentedly suckling on her pacifier, the pressure in her stomach returned with a greater urgency and she groaned in spite of herself.

    Something in the back of her head made her feel slightly panicked, as if she shouldn’t be pooping herself sitting in the high chair.

    She looked down, looking at the large diaper she was still sitting in.  She couldn’t quite understand why she shouldn’t be messing herself, seeing how Mommy kept her in diapers.

    As another wave of cramps hit her, her indecisiveness soon reached closure.  With a grunt, Annie leaned forward as her face flushed with red from the effort.

    With one last wave of cramps, she found herself uncontrollably messing herself straight into the seat of her diapers, the mess spreading out into the front and back of the diaper as her weight redistributed it.

    A soft hissing noise filled the air as she continued to push and breath heavily, feeling the warmth of the flood slowly forming in the front of her padding radiating against her thighs and bottom.

    She panted, leaning back once more and sitting fully into the seat of her messy diaper, feeling relieved now that the abdominal pressure had subsided. 

    She shifted around, listening to the crinkling of her diaper as the smell of her mess arrived at her nostrils, causing her to contort her face and sniffle softly.

    Before she could even think about stopping herself, she cried out.  Her voice wavered as it came out slightly muffled from the pacifier in her mouth as she continued to sob, her dissatisfaction with the soiled state of her pants bothering her more than she could handle.

    Almost instantly the door to the kitchen opened, and Matilda was soon unstrapping her from the highchair, speaking comforting words and phrases as she deposited a small kiss on her baby’s forehead.

    “Now now honey, it’s okay.  We just need to get you into a nice, clean diaper and you’ll feel all better!”

    She hoisted Annie once more against her, supporting her from her messy bottom and patting it gently.

    The party of two went back into the nursery, where Annie found herself in the all too familiar feeling position of lying on her back, legs in the air and her dirty diaper on display, ready to be changed into a fresh one.

    The cool air caressed her skin along with the soft, moist wipes that Matilda seemed to have an endless supply of, and she couldn’t help but gurgle contentedly into her pacifier, feeling relieved that her bottom was being taken care of.

    “Awww, what a precious thing!  Little Annie likes having her diaper changed, hmm?  I bet it feels so much better after being stuck in all that muck in your highchair.”

    Annie gurgled in agreement, her pacifier falling from her lips and onto the side of the changing table.

    Before she knew it, her right thumb had found its way into her mouth, and she was suckling contentedly on it, her hand soon becoming covered in saliva as Matilda clucked her tongue in disapproval.

    “Now now little one, good little girls suckle on their pacifiers and not their thumbs.  You wouldn’t want to be a naughty baby now, would you sweetie?”

    After generously powdering her bottom, taking her time in ensuring that it was spread to every nook and cranny, she pulled up the front of the pink diaper and snugly fastened the tapes, rubbing Annie’s tummy with a large, heavy paw as she tenderly replaced the pacifier back between her lips.

    “Let’s lay you down for a nap now, dearest.”

    Annie protested, she whined through her pacifier but was promptly ignored by the bear.  She wanted to play, she realized, she didn’t even feel tired at all.

    Her complaints were quickly shushed by Matilda, as the bars to the crib were being lowered and she found herself being presented Mrs. Hyena, which the bear had pulled seemingly out of thin hair.

    “There we go, lay down now sweetie and cuddle Mrs. Hyena for nap time.  Then I’ll let you play a little bit before lunch time.”

    She raised the bars, and Annie found herself once more sinking into the ridiculously soft mattress.

    A wave of fatigue suddenly washed over her, something suggested to Matilda that taking a nap seemed to be much more reasonable than she had initially decided. 

    Matilda watched her magic work like a charm, as her baby lay her head down on the mattress of the large crib, her stuffed animal hugged tightly in her embrace while she closed her eyes and fell sound asleep, her pacifier moving in and out slightly as she suckled on it.

    What a good little baby I have.

    She exited the nursery, taking great care to shut the door as gently as she could, as to not wake her little Annie.