Taken upstairs, losing sanity.

Lauren had some time to think to herself. Everything that had happened today had done more emotional scarring to her than the time her ex broke up with her at that fancy Italian restaurant times a million. She'd been stripped. She'd been attacked. She'd been **** to run around a zoo naked- or somehow even worse in a diaper! To add insult to that particular injury, she'd even soiled her diapers. Three damn times. Lauren, a woman in her twenties, with a job, a car and a house had messed her diapers three times today. As the final cherry on top, this matronly woman had breastfed her. So much so it was still sloshing around in her fat pot bellied stomach. Lauren wanted to just to stop thinking at all.

Mrs. Miller set her down on a counter in their bathroom sink and set her down flat. Mrs. Miller's experienced hands quickly took off Laurens full diaper and tossed it into the trash. Lauren tried to squirm away, but Mrs. Miller held her down.

"No, no Lily. You might fall and hurt yourself, Sweetie." Mrs. Miller took some baby wipes from a shelf and began wiping Laurens big ass. "My, my, Lily, your baby fat has really only gone to one place." Lauren blushed, embarrassed yet again about the size of her rear end. Mrs. Miller made short work of the mess, and then dumped baby powder onto Lauren's crotch.

"This is so you don't get a rash." She said.

Lauren didn't have any tears left. All she could do was just sob. Would this ever end? Would she ever get to go home and be normal again? Somehow, she actually managed to laugh at herself. Normal was such a faraway concept after everything she'd been through today. Her therapist would have a field day with everything Lauren had gone through, if Lauren was ever brave enough to say it.

"Aw, she's giggling." Mrs. Miller cooed. "Now that your all clean and happy, why don't we diaper you up again."

Snapped back to reality, Lauren began to frown. Not another diaper.

"Oh, you don't like the diaper, do you? Well, if you wanna give so many frowny faces over that, I guess you can go naked tonight. It's not like anyone will see you."

For some reason, Lauren felt a little happy about that. Maybe it was because she hated the diapers so much. Or maybe... deep down Lauren might be developing an exhibitionist streak. It wasn't unreasonable. She had run around in public for a whole day nude.

"Time to go to bed sweetie. Come with me. " Mrs. Miller picked Lauren up again and carried her into the master bedroom. Mr. Miller was reading a book in bed.

"Taking the baby to bed with us?" He asked, not looking up from his book.

"Yep. She's been so fussy all day, I think I'll feed her till she goes to sleep."

No, not more breastfeeding. Lauren tried to break free, but Mrs. Miller's grip was too tight. Dropped into bed, Mrs. Miller rolled Lauren over, and pressed her face into her naked breast. Lauren almost couldn't breathe; she was being smothered. It was either suffocate or say "Ah!" So Lauren said Ah!

Sucking deeply, trying to appease the big woman before she couldn't breathe anymore, Lauren found that she was getting used to the sweet taste rolling over her mouth. In fact, she almost liked it. No, Lauren couldn't fight it. She really liked it. It tasted like the new oat milk she'd grown to like, recommended to her by some vegan friends. Lauren began to suck happily. If she was stuck in this spot, might as well enjoy it. The shame had finally broken her, and she'd sucked and sucked till Mrs. Miller moved her from one breast to another. Lauren's gut began to stretch out, so full from the meal she'd taken in.

"With her appetite, I don't think I'll need to pump anymore." Mrs. Miller whispered to her husband.

Lauren sucked and sucked, until the warm comfort in her stomach slowly lulled her into a deep sleep, still latched to Mrs. Miller's breast.