Motel Bliss 
by amazonboy  at amazonboy@rediffmail.com for comments and ideas


Part One: Welcome to Bliss

On my 18 birthday, I decided to travel straight after leaving school. Just a
year ago, I had inherited a great deal of money after my parents passed away
in a tragic car accident. I had always felt lost after they died, especially
hit hard by the loss of my mother. As much as I hated it in my teenage years,
she always treated me as her sweet little boy and it hurt to lose that kind of
unconditional love. Anyway, with no relatives back home in England, I was free
to do as I wished. I didn't feel guilty or restrained about leaving as my
mates had all left for college. So, I decided to head over to the States to
wander the country for a while. It felt quite freeing to be on my own,
especially since I didn't tell anyone about my little sabbatical.

I had been travelling along the East Coast and through the South for about two
months when I arrived in Arkansas, just outside Little Rock, for an over night
stopover in some tiny town called Bliss. I laughed at the name, as all I could
see was the run down bus station, an old gas station, and a dirt road.
Certainly not bliss. Still, a guy has to sleep somewhere. I got off the
Greyhound bus and, after retrieving my heavy luggage, looked for a station
manager to ask concerning a hotel for the night. But the ticket counter was
closed and the entire station seemed empty. The bus driver had assured me
there was a place to stay around here. As I turned around to disagree, all I
saw were the taillights of the bus in the distance and a cloud of dust.

Begrudgingly, I gathered myself and walked over to the gas station praying
that it was still open. Thankfully, an old man behind the counter gave me
walking directions to a motel a couple miles down the road. Gosh, I was
already so darn exhausted and now I have to lug my bags all the way down the
road in the middle of the night. I tossed my duffel over my shoulder, picked
up my suitcase and started hoofing it.

After about 40 minutes, I finally found the pathway to the hotel. Talk about
off the beaten path! I huffed and puffed through the front door of the lobby
and walked up to the reception desk. I rang the little bell a few times and
leaned up against the counter trying to stay awake. A blonde woman walked out
to greet me and I instantly perked up. Her long blonde hair was shoulder
length and framed around a beautifully sculptured face. She appeared to be in
her late thirties, but didn't dress her age. Her low cut dress revealed some
remarkably large breasts. I had never seen such giant breasts in person and
desperately tried hard not to stare at them.

She warmly smiled at me and said: "Well hello there young man, my name is Miss
Brady." Her heavy southern accent sweetened up those few words tremendously.
She held out her hand and I instantly noticed it seemed much larger than mine
did. I'm not self-conscious about that occurrence as I am quite short for my
age (5 foot, 2 inches) and it happens quite a bit. I shook her hand and told
her that I needed a room for the night. She handed me a form to fill out and I
couldn't believe how long it was. I was going to be forever before I could
plop down on that soft comfy bed.

It seemed to be very detailed for such a small motel. Date of birth, reason
for travel, etc. I started writing quickly and barely even looked at what I
was filling out. After about 10 minutes, I finished and handed the paper back
to her. Miss Brady frowned and asked why I didn't fill out the emergency
contact box with a family member. I explained my tragic absence of family and
she gave me a sympathetic smile.

Miss Brady gave me a little pat on my hand and said "Well don't you worry hon,
you are the only guest tonight and have the best room all of Bliss. Let me
show you the way." She walked out from behind the desk and it finally dawned
on me how tall she was. I gawked for a couple seconds as those amazing breasts
were directly at my eye level. I had to stretch my neck upward just to see her
face.

Miss Brady effortlessly picked up my bags and smiled. "My, aren't you a sweet
little boy!" Strangely, she seemed to be happy at the physical comparison
between us. I felt so small beside her, very much like a child. "Well, come
with me sweetie and let's get you into bed." I walked next to her and offered
to carry the bags, but she wouldn't have it. We stopped outside a large door,
a bit oversized. She unlocked the room with an old-style metal key and I
thankfully went inside. It was a warm, comfortable looking room and I sat down
on the extremely plush bed, oozing into it inch by inch. After dropping my
bags, she stood in the doorway, head almost touching the frame, and said: "If
you need anything at all, just let me know. Sweet dreams, hon."

She closed the door and I quickly took off my clothes to wash off all the road
dust in the shower. After spending about 15 minutes in the hot water, I
toweled off and jumped into the bed. As my eyes started to droop, the thought
of Miss Brady lingered in my mind. Her statuesque body, those wonderful curves
and the magnificent breasts. Gosh, I know I would never get a chance to see
them, but hey, it's nice to dream. Even in my tired state, I started to get
hard and decided to play with myself a bit. What's the harm in a little fun
before I fall asleep, especially with Miss Brady on my mind?

Suddenly, the door swung open and I got that deer in the headlights look on my
face. I froze and didn't even think to throw the covers over myself until
about 3 seconds later. I just hoped she didn't see anything. After what seemed
like an eternity she said, "My, my, my, it seems my little boy is playing with
himself."

Damn. "What's the meaning of this intrusion!?" I said, "Is this how you treat
your guests?!"

"OH, I'm not the naughty one," she exclaimed. "Do you know what mummy does to
bad little boys?" Miss Brady had her hands on her hips and was obviously
dressed for bed. She was wearing a white silk robe, which only came down to
her thighs, and red underwear really trying hard to constrain those mammoth
breasts. They were pushing up out of the robe and I watched as they heaved up
and down. It was almost hypnotic.

"Stand up."

"But I'm naked."

"Stand up now." The tone in her voice was frightening, so I slowly rolled out
of bed making all attempts to keep the covers around my waist. She walked over
to me, her breasts just a couple of inches from my face and tore off the
covers. I've never felt so vulnerable. "Is this why my little boy wanted the
room?" pointing at my dick "To play with his little wee-wee?"

She brushed past me and sat firmly on the edge of the bed. I had no idea what
was coming, but it couldn't be good. She reached for my upper body and
effortlessly pulled me up over onto her lap. My still somewhat hard penis was
trapped between her strong thighs and I couldn't believe she started to spank
me. Light taps at first, but they gradually began to increase in speed and
strength.

"This will teach you a lesson, young man. I said if you needed anything, you
should let me know. I hope you will listen next time, hon. This is for your
own good." The sweet southern accent wasn't so nice anymore, certainly due to
the pain coursing through my cheeks at the moment. She had me count to 40
spanks and then stopped. The emotions running through me were taking over
quickly. How did I allow this to occur? Everything was so embarrassing and I
could feel water welling up in my eyes. I tried to hold it together while she
put me back on my feet, picked up the covers on the floor and made the bed.

"Get in." She commanded. Considering what just happened, I was in no condition
to argue. I hopped in quickly and she sat down beside me.

"Now, I hope my sweet little boy has learnt his lesson."

"Miss Brady, I'm sorry for what I was going in your hotel, but I am not a
little boy." I stated with conviction.

"Oh honey pie, next to me, you are a baby. You are not a man, but still a
widdle boy. So, if you step out of line, will be punished like one. Mummy
knows what's best for you!"

I couldn't believe what she was saying. Had this woman gone loopy?

"Now its time for sleep hon, but I think Miss Brady needs to help you a bit."
She smiled and reached under the covers. She grabbed my now frightened, limp
penis and started to slowly bring it back to life. With her spare hand, she
cupped her breasts underneath the robe and slowly inched my head toward them.
She caressed my face and kissed me delicately on the lips. While I didn't
approve of her crazy behavior a few minutes ago, I couldn't disagree with her
in the slightest at the moment. This was heaven.

"Does my baby enjoy it when I relieve him?" cooed Miss Brady. I groaned with
pleasure and had the most fantastic orgasm in my young life. She laughed in
glee and wiped me off with the sheets. As she leaned up off the bed, her heavy
breasts brushed across my face again as if to reinforce the control she had
over my body. Miss Brady tucked in the covers nice and tight. "Goodnight baby.
Mummy hopes you have sweet dreams!"

She turned the light switch off and shut the door behind her. I heard the
distinct clicking of the door lock and about a thousand thoughts were running
though my mind. My brain was telling me to get the hell out of Dodge in the
dead of the night, but where would I go? I'm in the middle of nowhere and
nobody knows that I'm here. The other part of me, namely my other head, was
thrilled at what just happened. I've had a couple hand jobs from inexperienced
girls, but never one to leave me in such a crumpled, satisfied heap on the
bed. I had allowed myself to be at the mercy of a busty, blonde amazon who
seems to think she's my new mommy! Oh boy, I'm too tired to think about this
tonight. I'll wake up early and figure out what to do in the morning. Yep,
that's (yawn) a fantastic (yawn) plan...

Part 2: Shock and Awe

I awoke quite late and quickly recalled the night before. Was it all a dream?
Did I get lost in a fantasy during my total exhaustion last night? Maybe I
hallucinated the whole thing in my tired state. I walked over to the door and
found it to be unlocked. Pfft, I probably dreamed it all. I hopped into the
shower and started laughing at my wild fantasy.

I was a still bit unsure as to what would happen today, but shrugged off the
feeling. A nice hearty breakfast and it is back on the road for me. I made my
way to the dining room for breakfast and sat down at one of the tables.

"Good morning baby, I'll be with you in a minute."

She walked through the room wearing the same white robe as my dream. Oh crap,
I mean last night. Instead of the red satin bra, her breasts were being
restrained by a cream and black slip. She looked incredible, but I froze
again, still realizing that everything was real.

She came over to the table, reached down and put her hands round my face. She
easily pulled me up to her lips and gave me an incredible kiss. As she let go,
I fell back to my chair and the bruises from last night's spanking painfully
made their presence known.

"All the breakfast stuff is on the table there, so help yourself sweetie pie."

She went back through to the other room and I quickly scarfed down as much
food as I possibly could. My appetite was hampered due to fear of what's
coming next, but I needed to eat before I snuck out of this crazy woman's
motel. Plus she seemed very preoccupied with the kitchen at the moment. After
polishing off my last plate of pancakes, I quietly made my way back to the
room to pack up my things and make it to the bus stop.

Wait just a minute, is this my room? Where the heck are my bags? The room was
seemingly empty, even the bathroom was cleaned out. Suddenly, Miss Brady
opened the door and stood directly in front of me. Once again, her lovely
breasts were pushed near my face. Her heavy perfume permeated every pore on
her body and gave off a thrilling scent. I staggered back a couple steps and
racked my brain for an escape plan.

"There's my little baby boy!" exclaimed Miss Brady in delight while clapping
her hands. "Oh, don't worry about your silly bags. I moved them into my room.
My widdle, itty, bitty baby needs to be with his mummy all the time. Let's go
see Mommy's room now." She smiled from ear to ear and grabbed me underneath my
arms. She gently put me over her shoulder with great ease. As she carried me
along the corridor, my groin was pressed against her right breast. Despite my
best efforts, the excitement overran the terrifying fear of the situation and
I started to get hard. She started to laugh (which didn't help matters) and
said "Oh sweetums, Momma is going to take care of every bit of you!"

"Just let me take care of everything, my handsome baby." We stopped at a huge
door, much larger than the rest. She placed me on the floor, between her and
the door, and whispered "Mummy keeps her key in a secret hiding place. Can you
guess where it is?"

Goodness, where could she hide anything in that tiny little white robe?! I
searched her voluptuous body with my eyes, but didn't see any key sticking
out. I started to venture a guess, but thought the wiser and just kept
staring. Gosh, those breasts are intoxicating.

"Uhh, I don't know Miss Brady."

"Silly baby, you are looking right at it!" She reached down between her
cavernous cleavage and pulled out a shiny silver key hanging from her neck. I
looked closer and saw the words ‘Mommy Knows Best' etched on the plating. She
slid the key into the door, turned the lock, and swung the huge door open.
"Welcome to your new home, babykins," said an excited Miss Brady, "Take a look
at our special place." I slowly turned around and my jaw dropped wide open.

Half of the enormous room was filled with typical bedroom furniture, except
far to oversized for me. It looked custom built for Miss Brady, especially the
four-post bed and the dresser with the vanity mirror. Even the adjoining
master bathroom had custom built ceramic fixtures, which I could barely reach.
But it was the other half of the room that truly terrified me.

Baby furniture everywhere, except oddly larger like the rest of the room. As
if for a giant...Oh no! I suddenly realized the scope of her plans. There was
a giant crib in the corner of the room and a playpen off to the left filled
with pink stuffed animals. A white table sat to the right of the crib with
something white with little red specks stacked in a large pile on top. I
squinted a little more. Oh crap, those are diapers with ladybugs on them. It
was so overwhelming. Baby wipes, a giant stroller, a feeding chair, hundreds
of toys, baby powder, and even wallpaper with dancing bears.

Still standing slack jawed in the doorway; I turned to run from the room and
ran right smack into Miss Brady. "Oh no, oopsie-daisy! Did my baby want
uppie?" I had no idea what that meant, but soon figured it out when she picked
me up again. This baby talk was beginning to give me a headache or perhaps the
gravity of the situation. This amazon with crazy maternal instincts just
wouldn't let up. I could tell she loved every second and couldn't wait to
treat me like the baby she may have never had.

"Uh, Miss Brady, I think it's time to stop this before it goes any further," I
said pleadingly.

"Mommy."

"Excuse me?"

"From now on, you can call me mommy. Or mummy. Or momma. Miss Brady is what
adults call me."

"Uh Mis...Mommy, I am an adult and I'm ready to stop playing this game. You
are an extremely nice woman, but I'm afraid I'll have to go to the authorities
if you continue. Let me go now."

Miss Brady started belly laughing and shook all over. "Silly baby, this is why
I'm your new mommy. You can't think for yourself. Now let's get you ready for
playtime!" I shuddered at the thought, but felt strangely excited at the same
time. She carried me over to the changing table and started taking off my
clothes. I tried to stop her, but she overpowered me. She tossed my clothes
into a nearby chute.

"What are you doing with my clothes?!"

"Baby boy doesn't need big boy clothes. They went down the diaper chute with
the rest of your clothing"

Everything I owned was gone? The luggage? All my money? MY passport?!

"Oh sweet cakes, Mommy will tell you all about that later. Let's get you
cleaned up."

She grinned at my erect penis and gave it a loving squeeze. "Soon, hon, soon"
She got a tub of water and a sponge from underneath the table to start washing
me. My position on the table had me staring directly into those heaving
breasts. They brushed across my body over and over while she lovingly covered
every inch of my body with warm water. After about 10 minutes of this
extremely erotic tease, she started applying a white cream that smelled like
fresh cut kiwi all over my chest, face, and groin area. I couldn't help be
overwhelmed with her undulating motions and lost myself for a second to her
smooth touch. She started washing me again and I nearly started to lose it.

But the feeling soon wilted when I realized what Momm...I mean Miss Brady had
done to me. Every single hair, besides my haircut and eyebrows, on my body was
gone. Washed away by her awful cream. I've always looked much younger than my
actual age, but this is just insane.

"How could you do this to me?!" I cried.

"My widdle boy needs to be smooth from now on," stated Miss Brady, "Mommy
loves smooth baby skin."

I didn't even have the words for the moment. I felt so embarrassed, trapped,
and scared at the same time. She wasted no time in covering my lower half with
tons of baby powder, so much that a cloud wafted up into my face. I could
barely see what she was doing, but felt a prickly material wrapped around my
lower half. As the dust cleared, I realized that she had tightly pinned one of
those large diapers to me.

"Does baby love his cute didee?" beamed Miss Brady; "I had them especially
made for my special little boy." I started to tug at the waistband, but she
pushed my hands away. I couldn't tell if it was the hair she removed or the
material inside the diaper, but my cheeks and groin all felt incredibly
prickly. The itchy feeling instantly sent blood coursing through my penis and
kept me in a constant state of arousal. I certainly wasn't turned on at being
in this situation, but my little head seemed to be betraying me.

"Mommy, it's so itchy. Can't I take this off?" I cried in desperation.

"Oh no, sweetums, the nappy stays. Baby might make a mess," purred Miss Brady,
"Besides, Mommy knows you feel so good right now." She patted the front of my
diaper and my penis lurched at the slightest touch. I could tell she was so
proud of herself. She leaned over to my right ear and her breasts pushed hard
into my chest. The soft material of her robe and slip felt so wonderful on my
smooth hairless chest.

"Oh sweet baby, Mommy thinks you are finally ready for playtime."

Gulp.

Part 3: The Rules

Miss Brady slid me off the changing table and twirled me around in the air. I
started to get a bit dizzy, but she relented when reaching her enormous bed.
It was the type of bed you would see in a mansion or old southern plantation.
Massive oak posts held the bed frame and mattress at least three feet off the
ground. I don't think I could climb up to the top without a bit of help. She
gently placed me in the middle of the bed and the upper half of my body slowly
oozed into the mess of pillows covering the headboard.

She shot me a look I hadn't seen before, mostly comprised of a general
craving. I had an idea of what she desired and shuddered at the thought. Miss
Brady let the white robe fall to the ground and I got to see her figure in the
tight black slip that's been hugging those milky white breasts all day. She
climbed onto the end of the bed and started inching up to me. Each deliberate
movement shook those firm round mounds, which appeared much larger in her
current position.

As she hovered over me, Miss Brady said, "Now it's time for baby to learn the
rules of the house before Mommy plays with widdle boy."

"Rules?" I stammered.

"Oh yes, Momma always knows best sweetie. Rule 1 we covered earlier. You will
always address me as Mommy."

"Yes, Mis...I mean Mommy."

She beamed with delight. "Rule 2," she continued, "Mummy always needs to know
where you are at all times. When I'm not in our room, the door will be locked.
Otherwise, baby might run away." She pinched my sides hard as if to warn me of
what would happen if I did try to escape.

"Yes Mommy, I understand." I better placate her for now until I can get out of
here.

Miss Brady bounced up and down with joy at my response, each jump playfully
giggling those mountainous glands. I had noticed her hands had started
caressing my body, sort of a fully body massage. I think she was just enjoying
the smooth feeling of my skin. My penis had never felt so alive. Every fiber
of my being wanted to rip off that stupid diaper and escape, but my little
head had other plans.

"Finally, Mommy needs baby boy to remember the most important rule of all.
Rule 3: Never, ever touch your little wee-wee like naughty baby did last
night. Your widdle toy is now Mommy's permanent toy." My eyes grew wide when I
heard permanent. Miss Brady waited my response, almost with baited breath.

"Ye..Yes Mommy." I barely stuttered in quiet resigned embarrassment.

"Oh goody, Sweet baby boy is making Mommy so happy!" she screamed in glee.
"Now to be absolutely sure, Mommy has an extra surprise for baby boy. Your
pretty didee turns colors when you make a pee-pee, stinky, or yucky goo-goo.
Green is for pee-pee, blue is for stinky poo, and pretty pink is for icky
goo-goo. Also, if baby tries to take the didee off, Mommy will know, as the
inner rim turns purple like Barney! Mommy will always know when baby breaks
Rule 3."

Oh sweet merciful crap, did she just completely take away my ability to
masturbate?! That was a teenage male's favorite pastime. Did she really mean
to keep me in this constantly aroused state every day with a blasted ladybug
diaper?!

"Mommy has to be a little mean right now, so my brave widdle man shouldn't get
too scared." she cooed, "If any rules are broken, Mummy will have to put you
over her lap and spank his cute baby boy bottom. Mommy always knows best and
sweetums will have to be punished. The light taps I gave you last night will
fell like nothing compared to making Momma really angry."

I winced at the notion. My bottom still felt incredibly sore from the smacks
she dealt last night before bed. I thought she was using her entire arm
strength last night to smack me silly.

"Yes, Mommy. I understand." I said. Making every attempt to keep her happy and
bubbly seemed like the best plan at the moment.

"Oh baby, you don't know how long Mommy's waited to hear those words," she
exclaimed, "Year after year, Mommy's motel had a few guests, but never a
perfect baby boy like you. So lost, so alone, without a family to take care of
you." Her eyes glistened with excitement. "Mommy was going to close down the
motel next month due to slow business, but perfect widdle boy's number book
made everything super-duper!"

Oh gosh no, was she talking about my bankbook? That account has everything in
it, my savings, inheritance, life insurance money, etc. Last time I checked,
it was a little over 200 thousand in U.S. dollars. Surely, she couldn't access
my account. It was password protected...Oh no. The password.

"Mommy's widdle boy made it so easy to get the money, " she murmured, "Mommy
knew what baby wanted most and it's all in Mommy's bank now."

The 6-letter password I had used was Mother. It seemed only fitting
considering where the bulk of the money came from. I quietly cursed myself for
making it so easy, but who would have imagined this scenario in 1000 years.

"With all of our money, Mommy and baby will be able to live the rest of out
lives in Bliss. Now that I found my special itty-bitty boy, Mommy doesn't need
to keep the motel open for regular guests. Mommy got rid of all your big boy
clothes and silly papers." (Oh not my passport!) "I'm going to be the bestest
stay at home Mommy and take care of everything baby boy needs. Speaking of
which, it looks like widdle baby can't wait for Mommy to play with him." She
playfully rubbed the tent growing out of my diaper.

I had been lost in her speech and barely even heard the words. My head was
swimming in trepidation and panic. I'm trapped underneath the most beautiful
woman I've ever laid my eyes on and had no clue how to escape. She's taken
over every aspect of my life and expects me to bend to her every whim. Surely
there was a way out of this mess. I just needed time to myself to formulate a
plan.

But Miss Brady, eer I mean Mommy, had other plans. "Sweetums, it's time for
baby and Mommy to play!"

Part 4: Mommy's Playtime

Miss Brady was straddling my waist at that moment, basically hovering over me.
From my view, I could barely see that demented smile behind those magnificent
ladybumps. "It's time baby boy got to see what he's been staring at all this
time" she said seductively. As the black and tan slip started to lightly fall
from her shoulders, those huge breasts finally came into full view. I had been
wondering if she was wearing a wonder bra to accentuate their fullness all
this time, but that wasn't the case. The full, firm mounds were as big as my
head, if not larger. The nipples were as big as a half-dollar and began to
grow in reaction to their newfound freedom.

The look on my face must have been priceless as Miss Brady threw back her
golden blonde hair and let out a hearty laugh. "My sweetie loves his Mommy's
big beautiful boobies. Isn't that precious!" she cried. The rest of the slip
fell to her waist and she gently stepped out of it to reveal a tiny pair of
pink panties tightly wrapped around her. As a virgin, I had never actually
seen what was under there, only knew stuff from my anatomy class. Miss Brady
saw me staring intently and said "No, No, No widdle baby, eyes right here."
She cupped both breasts while easing her barely covered crotch down onto the
tent pole protruding from my diaper. "It's time, my precious baby."

"Time for what, Mommy?" I said meekly. I've got to admit sexual curiosity was
getting the best of me.

"It's time for widdle sweetie pie to kiss Mommy's boobies." I caught a glint
of pure lust in her eyes at that moment and it scared the heck out of me. Miss
Brady gently propped my entire lower body under numerous pillows to bring my
mouth in direct line of sight with her massive nipples.

"Kiss it for Mommy, baby." The first touch sent a shiver of that firm breast
sent a shiver down my spine. I slowly began to kiss the breast all over, not
really knowing what to do. She let out a low guttural moan and increased the
pressure of that heavy breast on my face. It seemed the more I kissed her, the
more excited she grew. She directed my mouth to the nipple and said, "Baby
wants to suck on Mommy now. Suck your Mummy's big boobies." I began to suck on
that huge nipple gently at first, but with more force and pressure as time
wore on.

After about 20 minutes of constant suckling, her moans started to become
shorter and more forceful. She had begun to push herself down onto my diaper
repeatedly. My arousal was at its peak, but she seemed to know exactly when to
slow down her grinding to stop me from release. My erection throbbed from the
bouncing and stayed at full mast due to her expert manipulations along with
the thick layer of material inside the diaper.

All of a sudden, she belted out a thunderous scream and I finally came to
realize what just happened while still suckling that amazing breast. It was
how her sexual mind works. She just had an orgasm from the thought of me being
her little baby boy trying to drink milk from her breast. She was living out
her twisted sexual fantasy, but still trying to be a mother to a baby. Yikes,
what had I got myself into?!

Her tight body was covered in sweat. I pulled away from the giant breast and
she said "Oh where does baby think he's going? Widdle boy has another boobie
to kiss." Oh dear, she wanted to repeat the process with the other breast. My
poor penis was aching for release, but it was destined to stay trapped in that
diaper for another round of Feed the Baby. Miss Brady shoved the second breast
in my face and said "It's time for baby to drink again. Go find Mommy's milk."

40 minutes and three orgasms later, Miss Brady eased forward and placed my
head between her giant bosom. "Oh, widdle sweetums has made Mommy so happy,"
she moaned "Baby is going to love living with Mommy. We are going to play so
many fun games together." I could barely hear what she was saying while pinned
to the bed by those jumbo breasts, but tried to mutter a "Yes, Mommy".

"Baby boy has been so good that Mommy thinks he should have a reward." She
lurched upward and moved down toward the foot of the bed. "Mommy feels so
good, it's only right that baby boy should feel the same. Can widdle wee-wee
come out to play?" As this point, I would sooner stab my eardrums than hear
more baby talk, but I desperately needed release more so than any point in my
life.

"Oh yes, Mommy. Play with my wee-wee."

She tore away my diaper with one quick motion and I got a look at my poor
penis for the first time since the hair removal. The entire groin was a bright
red color and my erection was almost painful to the touch. She smiled
knowingly and said "That's just your new didee doing its job. It's going to
keep my widdle baby boy ready to be pleased at all times." I already knew the
diaper was maddeningly arousing. There must be something inside those darn
things that keep me at attention.

"Does widdle wee-wee want to feel Mommy's great big boobies?" Miss Brady
reached down for my rigid penis and completely engulfed it within that massive
cleavage. She motioned up and down, sending massive amounts of pleasure
signals into my brain. All that highly sensitive skin was reacting to the soft
touch of her milky-white breasts. It didn't take long before I erupted in a
mind-numbing orgasm, shooting my semen all over the bed. Miss Brady sat up,
clapped furiously and said gleefully "Widdle wee-wee made goo-goo juice for
Mummy!" At this point, I was completely drained of all my energy. I could
barely move an inch right now. I muttered a couple unintelligible words and
passed out from all the excitement. The last thing I remember was Miss Brady
cuddling my head between her breasts and singing a soft lullaby.

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Re: Motel Bliss

« Reply #1 on: August 27, 2008, 04:04:00 pm »

Part 5: Locked up

Groggy and still feeling drained; I woke up with blurry vision and a dry
mouth. How much time had passed since what had happened this morning? I tried
to get my bearings for the first minute and realized I was staring up at a
mobile of pink bunnies swinging around a lollypop tree. To my left and right,
all I could see were scores of stuffed animals and dolls. A plastic mesh
surrounded me as well on all sides.

Oh gosh, she's got me in the playpen now. Miss Brady must have moved me after
our twisted "playtime" session. I tried to stand up, but found my hands and
feet restricted by some sort of fuzzy mitten. What in the world am I wearing?
As soon as I woke up, I felt a new diaper on me, but this was completely
different. When my eyes finally cleared, I discovered the fuzziness was from a
light blue material draped all over my body. Crap, it's a baby jumper made for
an adult. This was no ordinary jumper either. There were no zippers on the
front of the outfit or places to slip out of. I can only guess that the zipper
was in the back of the outfit, hence impossible to escape from with my useless
mitten hands. I was trapped inside a fleece jumper, Miss Brady's idea no
doubt.

Speaking of Miss Brady, she wasn't in the room. My first thought was I finally
had time to plan an escape, but how was I supposed to make it happen. First
things first, I need to get out of this playpen. Standing up, the top of the
pen came up to my chin and should be easy to climb out. Unfortunately, the
fuzzy fleece didn't help matters. I couldn't get a proper grip. I finally got
enough speed to propel my entire body over the side, but soon found out why
that was a mistake. I fell hard down on my sore bum. Miss Brady had mounted
the playpen on a two-foot stand for her benefit. Better reach I suppose. I
realized I couldn't return into the playpen anymore and started to panic. What
if she came back and saw I had escaped?!

Snap out of it man, I thought to myself, you have to get out of here. I
immediately tried the door, but found it to be locked shut. No shocker there.
My mind drifted to that silver key trapped between those lovely mounds. The
diaper had already been doing the job of keeping me painfully erect again and
the thought of Miss Brady's sweet, soft bosom didn't help.

After a frantic 5-minute investigation of the room and bathroom, I determined
the only way out of the room was through that blasted door. I even considered
the diaper chute for a moment, but thought the better of it. There is no way
of knowing what's at the end of that thing. It could be a fiery furnace for
all I know. No, the only way of escape is to get my hands on the key.

I decided to do a little search of the room to find something I could use as a
weapon. I'd hate to hurt the poor woman, but she's kidnapped me for pete's
sake! Looking over my section of the room was completely fruitless. All the
toys were baby safe and didn't include any sharp parts. The furniture was all
made out of plastic and didn't include any metal pieces. What am I going to
do, distract her with a cloud of baby powder hit her with a plastic toy
hammer?!

On Miss Brady's side of the room, everything else was either out of reach or
locked up. The medicine cabinet was locked as well as her nightstand drawer. I
couldn't reach the vanity and couldn't climb anything in this slippery jumper.
Wait a minute, the dresser may have something in those drawers. Nearly all the
drawers were filled with her clothing, most of which resembled dresses that
June Cleaver would wear. The long dresses with 50's style hoop skirts were
strangely out of place next to the clothing in the next drawer. Scores of
panties littered the drawer. It was the type of stuff you would see in the
Victoria Secret's catalogue. In fact, the next few drawers were all
undergarments; more panties, bras, slips, and tons of lingerie. Mommy on the
outside and seductive temptress underneath, I suppose.

Nearly giving up hope, I opened the final drawer to search for something
useful, but only saw a lone object sitting directly in the middle. It was a
scrapbook with a note on the front. The note read: For Naughty Babies out of
their playpen! Oh crap, she wanted me to see this. She knew I would make an
attempt to free myself from this nuthouse the first chance I got. What could
she possibly want me to look at in this book?

As I opened the cover of the scrapbook, a musical jingle started playing
similar to those Hallmark cards. The tune was Rock a Bye Baby. Figures. The
opening page had a colorful splashy title with little baby booties pinned to
each side. It said "My Sweet Little Baby Boy". I opened the book and was
horrified to see my own picture on the first page sleeping on the bed while in
a new diaper. That must have been recent. The next ten pages were filled with
tons of pictures each with a title; Baby's first diaper, Mommy carrying baby,
Naughty Baby getting spanked. Wait, that picture was in my first motel room.
In fact, who in the world is taking all of these shots? I don't remember
anyone els...Oh crap.

There was a time stamp in each picture. These weren't taken by a regular
camera, but a video camera instead. In fact, every picture was from a video
camera. Oh god, she already knows what I've been up to. I counted at least 5
different camera angles in the shots. The entire room must be wired for
security. I slammed the book shut and backed away from the entire dresser. She
knows and she's coming. I turned around to make a run to the playpen, but ran
smack into a pair of jutting breasts in a flowery dress. Mommy was back.

Part 6: Please not again, Mommy.

"OH, widdle baby sweetums thinks he's a big boy, doesn't he?" she teased, "All
out of his playpen wandering around Mommy's room." I really didn't know how to
react at this point. Who the heck knows which way her emotional side is
headed? Miss Brady stood in front of me with her hands on her hips shaking her
head back and forth. "Now my itty, bitty baby is going to have to be punished.
Doesn't widdle boy know climbing out of the playpen could cause a boo-boo?"

At this point, I actually started shaking in fear and backing away from Miss
Brady. I knew exactly what was coming next and didn't want to face her
maternal wrath. To make matters worse, all the coffee I drank at breakfast
this morning hit my bladder all of a sudden. I had to piss like a racehorse
and a giant amazon woman was closing in on her prey with a glazed look over
her eyes.

"Come here, little one." She ordered, "Mommy knows how to punish naughty
boys." I reluctantly walked over to her, legs shaking and lip quivering. She
spun me around and found the zipper I had suspected was behind me. My fleece
jumper fell down to my ankles and she pulled me up to sit on her lap. "Baby is
going to respect Mommy's pretty things from now on. Mommy doesn't want to hurt
you sweetie, but spanking is what naughty boys need."

I couldn't tell you if it was the fear of being spanked by the strongest woman
I've ever met or the mass amount of liquid coursing through my blatter, but I
began to take the most relieving piss of my life in that horrible diaper. The
front of the diaper turned a bright shade of green and Miss Brady's face lit
up like a Christmas tree. "Oh, Mommy scared the pee-pee right out of baby's
wee-wee!" Her state of mind went from stern to overly excited in a heartbeat.
"Mommy has scared widdle baby enough for now. Let's go put on a new didee on
baby's cute little hiney."

Saved from a spanking by pissing myself. Not my proudest moment, but certainly
better than the alternative. Gee whiz, how worse can this get? Miss Brady
carried me over to the changing station and immediately tossed the old diaper
down the chute. As far as I can tell, she is thrilled every time she gets to
change me. She picked up the diaper from the top of the stack and held it in
front of her face obstructing my view of her.

"Uh-oh baby, Where did Mommy go?" She glanced out from behind it and yelled
"Peek-a-boo!"

I actually flinched, not because I was frightened by the gesture, but more so
her state of mind. How in the world did she think I was buying into her
dementia? She kept going with her little game until my bottom had been wiped
clean once again. I swear she keeps spending extra time "cleaning" my penis.
Why can't I control my urges around this maternal temptress?! The nut probably
will put this moment in that freaky scrapbook.

Once my new diaper was attached, my stomach let out a groan. I hadn't even
taken the time to think about my growing hunger. My last meal had been at
breakfast, but I have no idea how much time had passed since then. Miss Brady
didn't keep any clocks in her room for some odd reason.

"Is my widdle boy ready for some din-din? His tiny tum-tum thinks so." she
said happily. Her eyes glistened, but for what reason I couldn't tell you. I
really didn't have a choice in the matter. I needed something to eat, so I had
to play along.

"Yes, Mommy. Please can I have some dinne...din-din?"

"Oh, Mommy can't wait to give sweetums his first meal. I'm going to make
something super special for baby tonight." Whatever, looney tunes. Just bring
me something edible.

"Does baby want to watch Mommy cook?" She's letting me go into the kitchen?!
Wow, this has to be my first real chance to escape. While Miss Brady is busy
preparing that meal, I'll slip out and make a break for the bus station. There
has to be somebody that will help me, even walking around in this silly
diaper.

"Oh yes, Mommy! Baby would wuv that!" I tried to sell it a bit more with the
baby talk.

She got really excited and started jumping up while clapping. That dress was
actually keeping everything in place, but I'll be damned if the room didn't
shake a little.

"Oh Mommy can't wait to hear widdle boy's sweet laughter while Mommy cooks,"
she exclaimed, "Baby is going to wuv his bouncy swing!" Miss Brady easily
snatched me up and left the blue fleece pullover on the floor. So, I guess
I'll have to run off without anything but the diaper. Oh well, still better
than nothing. She continued with the baby talk as we headed for the door, but
my mind was only on one thing alone, escape. Wait a second, what was this
swing she was talking about?

Part 7: Tickle me Mommy

As we headed down the corridor, I was hopeful that another guest in the motel
would see me. I could signal or mouth any sign of help. No such luck
unfortunately. I have no idea how quickly she put things in motion, but if
stealing all my money was any indication, she probably already closed the
motel to the general public. She had me wrapped around her waist with my head
resting on her right breast this time. Miss Brady was rocking me back and
forth as she strolled down the hall and kept stoking my hair while humming
another lullaby. There is no way I'm falling asleep now, not with sweet
freedom so close.

I had no bearing on our location. I hadn't seen this part of the motel before,
but it's probably for the staff only. She walked through a couple tight
hallways and finally passed through a huge swinging double door. It figures
that she built the kitchen to her size, especially if she did all the cooking.
The kitchen was huge from my perspective and it smelled of cinnamon. Miss
Brady twirled me around so I could get a full view or perhaps she thought I
was having fun. Anyway, I spotted a couple doors for my escape. Wait a minute,
what in the heck is that thing?

"Baby found his bouncy swing!" she cooed, "Mommy knows baby will love his
swing. Let's get widdle boy strapped in!" I had seen these types of things
before, but nothing this large. It was attached to the ceiling by an enormous
steel hook and dropped halfway down to the floor. The bottom was oddly shaped
though. The ones I had seen had holes for the baby to stick their legs though,
but this was shaped similar to a full body cast. The only discernible hole was
at the top so the head would stick out.

Before I had time to react, Miss Brady had already begun to place me inside
the swing. How the heck can I get out of this thing? Maybe the ceiling joist
will break to my weight. At 137 pounds, I'm not a very heavy guy, but it just
had to be enough. She slipped me into the lining, still smiling like a loon,
and pushed me into it contraption until I was snugly wrapped inside.

"There now, baby boy, swing away. Mommy has a super special surprise for baby
inside." What does that mean? She was staring intently at me, waiting for me
to test out this silly thing. My legs were dangling at least a foot off the
floor, but I needed to push myself down to get it work. I knew she wouldn't
let up until I swung a couple times, so I tried my best to give "Mommy" a
giant swing.

As I put myself into motion, I realized something was terribly wrong. There
was something on the interior of my swing harness lining. Every single portion
of my legs, chest, and arms began to tingle furiously and I broke out into an
insane bout of laughter. My skin was relentlessly being tickled and every
gyration of the swing only made it worse. My eyes began to water heavily by
the unstoppable laughter and my sides began to hurt. It was complete and utter
torture, ironically forcing the biggest smile on my face. If the laughter
wasn't enough, the lining of that accursed diaper had gone into overtime due
to the increased movement in tight spaces. My throbbing penis was in dire need
of attention and Miss Brady's incredible figure in that dress wasn't helping.

"My baby's giggles makes Mommy so happy! Baby boy must love being Mommy's
special boy!"

Miss Brady closed in and tightly gripped my body close to her, once again
trapped between those monstrous breasts. The added pressure only made me laugh
even harder and increase the sexual tension. As she hugged me, she whispered
"While Mommy makes din-din, Mommy wants to hear baby boy's beautiful
laughter."

Miss Brady let me go and went to go put on a frilly pink apron. My eyes hadn't
stopped watering from the laughter, but I could still make out the saying on
the front: "Mommy Knows Best!" My brain was doing it's best to keep up, but
the never-ending tickle-fest was killing my capacity to plan any escape. MY
thoughts turned to why in the world am I in this swing? Miss Brady must have
known this was torture to me. Didn't this go against her maternal instinct?!
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks during a slight break in swing movement.

She needs hear my laughter to make her fantasy work. In her mind, I must be
just as easily amused as any baby and this was her way of making it happen.
Manufactured, but still pushing those maternal buttons. I could tell she was
eating up every single giggle from me. Any time the laughter died down, she
came over to push the swing, scream "Weeeee!", and drive me into another
laughing fit. Heck, I bet this helps her believe that I loved being here with
a new amazon mommy.

The next hour of watching her cook was one of the most excruciating
experiences of my young life. When she finally peeled me out of the swing, I
was covered in sweat and my belly was quite sore. Every single drop of energy
in me was gone and Miss Brady knew it.

"Aww, is my little sweetums all tuckered out from the bouncy swing?" she asked
with a knowing tone in her voice. She nuzzled me against her shoulder and kept
lightly kissing my forehead. "Momma heard how much fun my bouncy baby was
having. Mommy will be sure to let baby in his swing every day!"

Stunned, I just laid against her warm body in disbelief while she caressed my
hair. She also had pushed my diaper into her body much tighter, thus pounding
that never-ending erection into her hips. She also had me situated so I had to
grip her left breast for support. Simultaneously, she was casting a sexual
spell over my body while conditioning it to respond to her maternal actions.
My body betrayed me, but I have to keep my mind intact. I can't let myself be
sucked into her fantasy.

"Now, is my itty, bitty baby ready for din-din?"

Part 8: This tastes funny.

It's true that I was starving. Despite my general lack of energy, I really did
want something to scarf down. The smells coming from whatever my gorgeous,
crazy mommy was cooking up in the kitchen had me salivating. Miss Brady
strolled into the dining hall with me cradled in her arms. Her thick perfume
was ridiculously seductive, but my mind was only on one thing right now, food.

She walked over to the largest table in the room and said, "What does my
pretty baby think about Mommy's din-din?" My eyes grew wide when I saw the
spread. The entire table was filled to the brim with massive amounts of food.
I instantly began salivating at the thought of engorging myself on all that
tasty meal.

I tried to play along to get something to eat: "Oh Mommy, it looks yummy. Can
I...er Baby have din-din?"

She cackled and said "Of course, babycakes. Mommy just has to sit baby in his
chair." She motioned to the head of the table.

There I saw a bright pink, plastic oversized high chair, the type any baby
would be seated in during meals. But wait, something is different about it. I
can't quite put my finger on it. Miss Brady slowly walked over to the chair
while whispering in my ear "My sweetie is going to love his din-din. Mommy
made it especially for him." We finally reached the chair and I realized what
was strange about it. The plastic shell of the seat extended upward to include
hard arm sleeves. Additionally, the chair had a hinged plastic portion in the
back that seemed to travel over my head. The entire seat was designed to keep
me immobile. But why wouldn't Miss Brady want me to use my arms to eat?

She quickly locked me into the seat and put down my personal plastic table
into place. Etched into the plastic table in cursive was her favorite phrase:
"Mommy knows Best!" I was relived to find the plastic shell held no secret
like that accursed swing, but I really wanted to grab some food with my own
arms. The baked chicken was just within my reach, if my arms had been free.

"Mummy can't wait to feed baby boy his yum-yums!" She dished up a massive
plate of food and set it beside me on the regular table. She must have saw my
eyes longing for the tasty meal as she laughed and said "Oh no my bubbly boo,
that's not for you. That's Mommy's big girl food. Baby gets his own special
din-din." What in the world is she talking about? Jeez lady, just give me
something to eat. I'm starving!

"Miss Brady bounced upwards from her chair and brought over two objects. The
first was a massive yellow jug with a sippy straw bobbing out of the top. The
second was a bowl of green mush with tiny chunks of brown stuff inside. I
looked at her incredulously and she said, "Baby is on a special Gerber's diet,
Momma's orders! And there's always Mommy's yummy milk for later." She winked
at me and I remembered the horrific sexual scene much earlier.

Miss Brady got a giant spoonful of that slop and started making train noises.
"Here comes the choo-choo train, Open for Mommy!" I caved in and opened right
up, A guy has to eat, right? The instant that touched my mouth I was looking
for a place to spit it out, but Miss Brady had planed for that. She firmly
held my mouth in place while I swallowed it down. The bitter flavor was only
edged out by the massive amount of salt in the food. Instantly, I needed
something to drink. I quickly positioned me head over the straw and sucked
down 8 giant gulps of water to quench my thirst.

This process repeated for the next 30 minutes, each bite followed by all the
water I could drink. Miss Brady had to fill my jug up twice during the course
of the meal, happily I might add. For some reason, she was getting a kick out
of me eating this nasty food. She, on the other hand, had been engorging
herself on nearly everything on the table. I swear, I've never seen anyone eat
so much. After finishing, Miss Brady cleared the table while I watched as a
captive in a pink high chair. Every time she came back to the table for more
dishes, she would always find a reason to brush those magnificent breasts over
my face while reaching for the plates. She must have known the sexual fit I
was still in, but teased me anyway.

I heard her washing dishes in the kitchen and singing very loudly, out of tune
I might add. I sighed and sat patiently for release from this contraption.
Suddenly, my stomach grumbled, but this time it was more of a painful gurgle.
What was in that terrible food? About 5 seconds later, I felt an extreme
pressure in my bowels and the urgency to find a bathroom popped into my head.
Stupidly, I realized that was impossible due to Mommy's rules. There was no
way I was going to do THAT in my pants.

Miss Brady had kept popping her head out the door. I thought she was just
checking to see if I was still there, but a horrific thought crossed my mind.
Oh, please say it isn't true! What if that busty amazon spiked the food with a
laxative? As I pondered that thought, my bladder went into high gear as well.
Oh gosh, it was all the water. That's why she made the food so salty. She
wanted her adopted baby to start using his diaper full time.

I wriggled in pain while locked into place. 90% of me was attempting to hold
back all my bodily urges while a tiny voice in myself started reasoning
otherwise. I knew this battle would be lost, but I could relent to her diaper
whims. I must hold out as lon...oh geez. My muscles finally gave out and my
bowels started to empty themselves. My bladder soon followed, almost
involuntary. I felt amazingly relieved, but a massive wave of embarrassment
hit me after the deed was done. Look at me now, sitting in a pile of my own
filth in a girly diaper. All the events of the day started flashing though my
head, culminating in this final perverse and disgusting act.

All the emotion smacked me in the face at once and I started crying again. As
tears streamed down my face, I choked a little bit and started lightly
moaning. I have no clue how to escape this maternal game that she played so
well. I was just a pawn in her fantasy and god only knows what she has planned
next for me. While I was bawling, I hadn't noticed Miss Brady come into the
room. From the look on her face, I know she had witnessed the entire
breakdown. Why, oh why, did I give her that satisfaction?

"Why is widdle baby crying? Does Mommy need to check baby's didee?" she
exclaimed knowingly. She unlocked me from the chair and immediately saw both
colors on the diaper. She held me up to her face, eye to eye, and gave me an
extremely sympathetic look. "This is why widdle boy needs Mommy so much.
Without Mommy, who would change your nappy after baby makes a stinky? Baby
will always NEED Mummy, forever and ever." The look in her eyes was soft,
sweet, but seductive at the same time. She never stopped with the mental
conditioning, never broke character.

"Now, let's go get a new didee on baby! After baby's tummy settles down, Mommy
will give her widdle boy a bath in the big girl tub." I fell into her arms
without reservation, but still fearing what diabolical maternal pleasures I
was to provide her next.