Kylee has another dream.

Kylee barely registered as the side of the crib clicked into place. The emotional turmoil plus the physical exertion she has experienced through the morning left her exhausted. With her then firmly planted in her mouth, she fell asleep and drifted into a dream.

In her dream, Kylee comes to awareness with her eyes closed and something soft pressed into her mouth. She starts to suck on it and, as she does, her mouth is slowly filled with a delicious sweet liquid. It tastes so good she can't help but suck harder to try and get more and more out.

As she sucks, Kylee feels a gentle hand slowly work it's way through her hair, the finger tips lightly grazing her scalp. The feel of the touch is so warm and comforting that she feels her body completely relaxing.

As Kylee relaxes, she feels a new, pleasant sensation around her crotch. With a distinctive hissing sound, Kylee feels her crotch grow pleasantly warm. Kylee can't help but stop her suckling for a moment, pull her head back from the soft, sweet-liquid producing form in her mouth and smile at the sensation.

The hand playing with her hair stops rubbing her scalp and immediately begins lightly pushing Kylee's head back into the soft object.

"It's time for din-dins, baby, I need you to suck Mommy dry!" a soft, feminine voice that Kylee vaguely recognizes says encouragingly.

In response to the encouragement, Kylee opens her mouth wide again, taking the soft object back into it, and resumes sucking. The sweet liquid feels warm and filling in Kylee's stomach.

"That's my good girl," the voice says as the hand starts to work it's way soothingly through Kyle's hair again.

Kylee cracks open an eye to get a look at her surroundings. When she first opens her eyes, her vision is filled with the sight of the large breast, milky breast that she is currently nursing. Kylee starts to freak out, slowing, but not stopping her suckling motion, and rolling her eyes up to see who she is latched onto.

As Kylee rolls her eyes up, she is greeted with the perfectly formed face of her nemesis and crush--Emily. Emily is smiling down at the nursing Kylee gently, like a mother would at a baby.

Kylee begins to feel embarrassed and sick, realizing what she is doing. She has fantasized about sucking on Emily's tits, but not like this. Kylee starts to use her hands, that feel like they are constrained in mittens like the ones Julie put on her on the daycare, to push her head away from Emily's breast.

Emily, now looking more stern, swats at Kylee's hand with one hand while forcefully pushing Kylee's face back into Emily's waiting nipple with the other.

"Nah ah ah! Bad girl! You need your milkies and Mommy needs to be milked! You will suck this tit right now, or there will be consequences!" Emily ordered.

Kylee continues to try and fight Emily, but finds her face pressed firmly into Emily's large breast. Emily is rubbing her nipple across Kylee's closed lips, encouraging Kylee to latch like a new mother would do to a new born.

"No!" Kylee protests. But, as Kylee opens her mouth, Emily takes advantage and shoves her nipple inside, effectively gagging the other woman.

"Do not say no to Mommy! Now drink you little brat, or do I need to go get Daddy?" Emily threatened.

The phrase, "do I need to go get Daddy," sent involuntary shivers down Kylee's spine. Kylee continued to try and remove the Emily's breast from her mouth, but the much stronger woman had Kylee's head effectively pinned in place. Additionally, Kyler was finding that with her mittened hands she couldn't grab, pull, scratch, or even effectively hit the other woman in any meaningful way. In Kylee's mind, this left her with one option.

With Emily's softy, milky tit firmly pressed into her mouth, Kylee bit down hard. Emily screamed and immediately pushed Kylee away from her body and onto the soft carpeted floor, in what Kylee was now recognizing as her guest room, transformed into an adult-sized nursery.

Kylee grunted as she hit the floor and looked up to see an panicked Emily, holding her naked left breast in her right hand. From the perspective Kylee was now at, she could see that Emily was wearing nothing but skimpy lace underwear. Kylee also has to admit that Emily's mostly naked body looked incredible. However, Kylee couldn't enjoy the view because Kylee could tell from one glance at Emily's face that the woman was fuming.

"You fucking ungrateful little bitch! Do you know how hard I worked to induce lactation for you. And this is how you repay me? Your Daddy is not going to be happy about this!" Emily raged as she rose up from the loveseat she had been nursing Kylee on.

Kylee realized she has made a mistake. In fear, she tried to stand up and run away. However, her legs wouldn't cooperate. She rolled onto on fours and tried to crawl rapidly for the door to the room. Only just realizing she was naked except for the diaper she was wearing, she felt her own breast jiggle from side-to-side as she tried to make her escape from Emily.

Kylee had a problem though. In true dreamlike fashion, crawling didn't take her any farther away from Emily. Although the carpet passed underneath her, she was going nowhere. Instead, with each shuffle of her knees and mittened hands, the world around Kylee seemed to get bigger and bigger, until she felt as small as am actual baby. Kylee was on a treadmill of fear, generated by her own imagination.

Kylee stopped her panicked crawl briefly to look back at Emily, who looked gigantic to her now.

"Michael!" Emily called out, "Princess Pissypants her bit my fucking tit. She needs some corrective punishment."

Kylee turned back to the door just in time to see her husband, now seemingly wice as tall as she remembered walk in, blocking any path at her escape.

"Kylee did what?" Michael bellowed with all of the intonation of a father on the war path.

"She bit my breast when she was nursing. On purpose!" Emily replied.

Kylee shuddered as Michael looked down on her with a disapproving stare.

"It sounds like the baby needs to be reminded of her place in this household," Michael said as he lifted the now Kylee onto his hip and walked back to the nearby loveseat.

Kylee shuddered with fear as he settled down in his seat, then positioned Kylee with her stomach on his thighs and diapered ass pointing to the sky. Kylee knew what was coming next.

Michael pulled down the back of Kylee's diaper, not completely removing it completely to prevent any messes. Michael then raised his hand in the air and brought it back down with a woosh followed by a loud smack. Kylee's plump ass jiggled with the impact. Kylee started to walk.

"You.. are... nothing... but... a... pathetic... little... baby!" Micheal said, punctuating each word with a slap. "You... well... do... as... your... Mommy... asks!" He continued.

Each blow to Kylee's buttock felt like someone was starting a small fire on her ass. She sobbed in pain. But, the pain wasn't the worst part. As she was spanked, she could feel her bladder releasing into her diaper, causing it to droop lower and lower between her legs. She could also hear Emily watching and laughing as Kylee was reduced to a wailing baby by her husband

Michael slowed his spanking for a moment to ask a question. "Kylee, what are you?" He asked, punctuating his question with a spank.

"A pathetic little baby," Kylee choked out between sobs. Michael hit her ass again.

"Good, say it again," he instructed, again emphasizing his command with a smack.

"I'm a pathetic little baby," Kylee repeated. her husband struck her again.

"One more time and make me believe it," Michael reiterated.

"I'm a pathetic, diaper pooping, tit sucking, little baby!" Kylee cried out.

"Ok, now who is Emily?" He asked as the spanking continued.

"Emily is my mommy," Kylee said through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that," Emily said.

"That was quiet, say it again Baby Kylee, who is Emily?" Michael asked, stopping his blows so that Kylee's sobs and voice was the only sound in the room.

"Emily is my mommy," Kylee said a little louder.

"Kylee, do you want me to spank you more? Answer my question and make the whole world believe it. Who is Emily?" Michael asked a third time.

Kylee turned her head to look at the beautiful woman standing topless and victorious over her and realized she was defeated. She could never look as mature as Emily... Her Mommy.

"Emily is Mommy!" Kylee said, defeated.

"Good," Michael said as he pulled Kylee's heavily used diaper over her bright red ass, "Now go show Mommy you are sorry."

Kylee turned to Emily who was now sitting on Kylee's crib with her panties removed and legs spread out, exposing her tight pussy with a well-groomed bush.

"Baby, you wanted to eat be so bad you took a bite, so, I think it's only appropriate you apologize by eating me out," Mommy said.

Kylee could feel her pussy start to tingle with pleasure at the idea of licking out Mommy's exquisite vagina. She felt herself drooling at the thought.

Michael set Kylee on the ground on all fours. "You heard your Momma, go apologize like a good girl!" He said, emphasizing his point with a smack to her sore, but now passed, ass.

Kylee began to crawl to the crib in compliance, mesmerized by Mommy's pussy. In a reverse of her previous attempt to crawl, Kylee found she was actually able to move across the room and that with each inch she moved, she got larger until she was back to her normal size, kneeling between her Mommy's outstretched legs.

When Kylee's head was between Emily's legs, Kylee meekly croaked out a hurried, "Sowwry Mommy," before Emily grabbed Kylee by the back of the head and pushed Kylee's face into her waiting vagina in a twisted version of what she had done to attempt to get Kylee to nurse earlier.

"Prove it," Emily said as Kylee found herself tongue deep in her Mommy's dripping wet pussy.

"Good baby," Emily started to moan as Kylee went to work, using her tongue to expertly tease her Mommy's clit. Kylee followed that by quickly darting her tongue in and out of the other woman's slit, making sure to apply slight pressure to the g-spot inside with every thrust of her tongue.

Kylee was becoming aroused too. She felt herself moaning as she went to work on Emily. Her whole body vibrated with pleasure from the experience. She found herself humping her wet diaper on the ground, trying to find some stimulation for her own pussy, only to find she couldn't quite generate the friction necessary.

"Yes, Baby Kylee, yes! Show me what a good little diapered bitch you are! Show me how much you want to please Mommy!" Emily moaned out in pleasure, getting closer to orgasm.

Kylee worked her tongue harder, licking around the lips of Emily's vagina and sucking on her labia. The whole time, humping her soaked padding hoping to get somewhere herself.

"You know you always cum easier in a poopy diaper sweetie," Michael whispered in her ear.

Kylee knew Michael was right. Whole continuinf to eat out her Mommy, she pushed with all she had. It worked. She felt a warm wet turd slide it's way into her diaper before she began to mash and squish it into her skin with her rythimic grinding.

It felt disgusting. But, it felt so good. Kylee started to moan in pleasure into Emily's vagina in time with Emily's moan. The added vibration was enough for Emily. Quickly closing her legs around Kylee's head, locking the head in place, and laying back fulling onto the crib mattress, Emily screamed out with ecstasy.

"GOOD BABY!" Emily yelled.

The scream and sudden sensation of being trapped in place took Kylee over the edge too, and she screamed in pleasure into Emily's vagina as she came. Michael just looked on in satisfaction at his two girls getting along so well.

After a moment, Emily untangled herself from Kylee and worked her way off the bed.

"That was a good apology. You are mostly forgiven," Emily said as Kylee began to reorient herself. "However, I think an hour in time out in your poopy diaper is still called for, what do you think Daddy?"

Kylee and Emily both looked over at Michael, awaiting his response.

"That sounds fair to me," he said, "we'll put her in the crib and turn the baby monitor on so we know she isn't up to trouble."

Resigned, Kylee did nothing as Michael picked her up and locked her in her giant crib wearing nothing but a poopy diaper. Emily then left the room as Michael turned on a small speaker on a nightstand near her crib.

"Don't get into any trouble in there," he warned as he walked out the door.

Kylee just laid down and tried to process all of the emotions of what had just happened. As she closed her eyes to fall asleep in her crib in her dream, she woke up on the real world.