Author: H. Grant
Title: Wet Pampers
Summary: Warning! This story contains themes of nepiophilia between a
mother and her baby daughter. If this type of story offends you, do not 
proceed to read any further.
Keywords: Fg,extreme pedo,nepi,toddler,diapers,ws


Copywrite (c) 2007, H. Grant  All Rights Reserved.


Wet Pampers

by H. Grant


   When little Emily stood up in her playpen, it was cause for celebration.
Mr. and Mrs. Turner had been teaching baby Emily to walk one step at a
time. At almost two years old, Emily was a late bloomer. She was still in
diapers and wasn't much of a talker yet. She knew a few words, but mostly
it was just baby babble.

   Emily had strawberry red hair and the softest little hands. She had
baby fat on her little arms and legs and the sexiest baby drool seeped out
of her mouth beneath her pacifier. Her soft baby tummy was cute and sexy
and she had on an adorable diaper with Cinderella and magic wands on it. 
Her precious little pamper bunched up between her chubby little legs and
looked to be a size too small. Indeed, baby Emily was growing up rapidly.
If only her vocabulary and walking ability could keep up.

   Mrs. Turner walked over to Emily's playpen. It was filled with stuffed
animals and bright colored baby rattles and toys. She lovingly scooped up
the adorable toddler and placed a firm hand under her baby bottom. Emily's
diaper felt dry.  She gave her a big kiss and placed her on the living room
floor. Emily didn't try to walk. She insisted on crawling around on all
fours - her precious baby pamper sticking out behind her. She was indeed
dry and smelled fresh of baby powder from her last changing.

   "Does my sweet baby girl want some milk?" Asked Mrs. Turner in a loving
voice.

   Little Emily clasped her hands together and leaned back on her baby
rump. Her hiney squished against her diaper as she leaned back on her soft
butt. She smiled and giggled as her mother retrieved her baby bottle from
the fridge and filled it with fresh milk. Mrs. Turner was not a breast
feeder and preferred it this way. She walked over to little Emily and
placed the baby bottle in her tiny hands - making sure that the young toddler
had a firm grasp.

   Emily sucked at the nipple on the bottle and slurped away at her milk.
She kept an eye on her loving mommy and observed her mother smiling down at
her.  It gave little Emily a warm glow when her mother seemed proud of her.

   After finishing half the bottle of milk, Emily wanted to watch cartoons.
Mrs. Turner doted on her only child and wanted her to have everything she
wanted. She spoiled little Emily rotten and it showed. The doting mother
switched on the tube and sat down behind little Emily on the sofa. The
Wiggles show was on and it was one of the few programs that actually
encouraged little Emily to stand up and attempt to move around a little
bit. Baby Emily was still a bit too young for this kind of programing, but
she tried anyway.

   When it came time to dance and do the wiggles, baby Emily tried to stand
up. Her mommy stood up with her and grasped her two wrists in order to
help her up. Working together, baby Emily was able to wiggle her little
arms and legs to the music. She liked to wiggle her baby tushy as well. 
Mrs. Turner looked down with pride at her baby girl and observed her
disposable pamper wiggle back and forth to the Wiggle's music.  She laughed
and smiled down at her only daughter.

   "If we keep this up you're going to make potty in your diaper again
Emily."

   Little Emily giggled and continued wiggling her precious baby bottom to
the music. She loved this program and it showed in her enthusiasm.

   Sure enough, after a little while, Emily had to make "wee wees." She
didn't know how to express this, so she just did it in her sexy little
diapee.

   Baby Emily began to fidget and squat. Her mommy thought she was still
dancing to The Wiggles show.  Little Emily wasn't dancing anymore. She was
making pee pee in her diaper!

   zzzsssst...szzsssttt...squirt...squirt....sssszzzzssstt!

   Right inside her cute little pamper! Her chubby little legs and cunny
became damp with baby girl wee wee. It was so precious, sexy, and
adorable. And it smelled good too.

   Slowly, a little puddle of yellow "baby girl pee pee" began to form in
the front of her sexy lil' pamper. It felt all damp and soggy to little
Emily.  She fidgeted and squirmed as more squirts and drops squeezed out of
her precious baby cunny and splashed all inside her disposable diaper -
forming an adorable yellow patch all inside the front of Cinderella. Soon,
even her mommy could smell her "wee wee accident!"

   "Uh oh!  Did baby Emily do something in her diaper?" She asked her only
daughter rhetorically.

   Little Emily felt ashamed of herself and her rosy cheeks turned crimson
with shame and embarrasment. She knew she had just made a "tinkle" inside
her diapee.  Now her mommy knew about it. Soon her diaper would be taken
off and she would be naked in front of her mommy again. Little Emily felt
ashamed when her diaper was taken off. She hated being naked in front of
someone - even her loving mommy.

   Soon, baby Emily began to pout and whimper. She had made pee pees
inside her pamper! Her chubby little legs felt all wet, soggy, and
squishy. She also felt kind of sore between her cunny lips. She fidgeted
some more and crossed her precious little legs.  She felt so ashamed of
herself.

   Her mommy scooped her up and placed a loving hand under her diaper. 
Mrs. Turner felt the warm dampness inside the crotch of Emily's Disney
pamper. Indeed, Emily had made potty tinkle and had been a bad girl. The
adorable little toddler needed to be changed. The whole room was starting
to smell like fresh pee pee.

   Mrs. Turner carried baby Emily into her bedroom and placed her on the
soft changing table matress. A hang glider with little plastic blocks and
party animals hung above the changing table designed to distract little
Emily while her diaper tapes were unfastened and her precious little pamper
opened up for her mommy's view.

   RRRIPPP....RRRIIPP...her diaper tapes were unfastened and the pamper
fell open.

   Mrs. Turner gazed down at Emily's pee pee stains. Her diaper was soggy
and wet and the whole front end was covered in "potty piddle." Baby Emily's
chubby little pussy was covered with childish wee wee! It smelled so sexy
and adorable. Her baby pamper was now fully opened in the front and her
tiny little pisser was fully exposed to her mommy.

   Mrs. Turner smiled down at her precious daughter and withdrew some baby
wipes from beneath the changing matress. The changing table she had
purchased was quite eliquent and came complete with a set of drawers and a
diaper pale. Many of Emily's pampers had been thrown inside that diaper
pale - both wet and messy ones alike.

   Mrs. Turner held Emily's baby angles together and hoisted her little
baby bottom up in the air.  Her pee stained vagina came into clear view and
Mrs. Turner began wiping away at the foul smelling wee wee mess.  Emily's 
chubby little pisser felt all strange and tingly whenever her mommy wiped at 
her cute little vaginal folds. For some strange reason in her infant little 
mind, it felt kind of good - yet shameful at the same time.  Her little baby 
cheeks were pink and crimson with embarrassment as her soft little cunny was 
smeared and wiped with baby wet wipes.

   "There now...you're all clean and better sweetheart." Her mommy soothed.

   With loving tenderness, Mrs. Turner leaned down and planted a small wet
kiss on baby Emily's girlie vagina. The little toddler giggled and
squirmed when she felt her mommy's lips on her "secret place."

   Mrs. Turner lifted her head and stared briefly at the red-headed little
tyke for a moment. Suddenly, she became very aroused at the site and smell
of her little baby girl. She couldn't help herself. There was something
sexually appealing to kissing her little girl "down there."

   Mrs. Turner didn't know exactly what it was, but her musky cunt was
becoming damp with moisture. Her motherly pussy juices began to flow
freely and her nylon panties became soaked with wet pussy goo. She wanted
to do more with baby Emily!

   Mrs. Turner thought for a moment. Her husband wouldn't be home for
another hour or two. Perhaps she could get away with a quick little fling.
She was no longer thinking with her heart or head, only with the brain
between her legs - which yearned for little Emily and her special pee pee
hole!

   Slowly, Mrs. Turner lowered her face toward baby Emily's sweet smelling
crotch. Soon, a slimy tongue darted out of her womanly mouth and began
lapping vigorously at little Emily's totty hole. Her baby trickle smelled
so sweet and sexy having been swabbed recently with soft baby wipes. 
Emily's mommy held her down on the changing table with one hand on her
little chest and the other holding her legs in the air again.  Emily's
puffy little folds were coated with wet wipe residue and sticky saliva now.
Her mommy was abusing her, and her little baby pisser felt all tingly and
sensitive.  She wanted her mommy to keep doing this. It made her
feel...good...

   LICK....SLURP....LICK...SLITHER...SLURP!  Her mommy's tongue darted up,
down, and all around - caressing all the baby fat and precious little baby
folds within little Emily's special private world.

   Emily's little pee pee hole felt so warm, soft, and sticky!

   Mrs. Turner creamed her panties over and over again. Her little baby
daughter tasted so adorable, cute, and sexy!

   Finally, it was time to dry little Emily off and put on the baby powder.
It wouldn't be long before Emily did something else in her diaper.  Mrs. 
Turner wasn't sure how to feel about "that." All she knew was that her
daughter made her horny as hell in her nylon pantyhose.  Just the site of
baby Emily in a brand new disposable diaper made her cream her panties now.
She never knew she could be attracted to toddlers.

   And this was only the beginning! Perhaps she could start a little
baby-sitting service in the privacy of her lovely home. After all, why
stick to just her daughter's private pee pee area?  Why not explore ALL the
flavors under the rainbow. Who knows, maybe even little boys too!


THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you enjoyed this story, e-mail me at: hgrant@mrdouble.com