Babying Belle Back To Health Pt 03

Dear Readers,

Thank you for all your encouragements and positive feedback.

The previous installment of this story has become my highest rated story to date.

It's taken me years to find the courage to post the follow up to this story as I feared that it would not live up to its preceding chapters.

I hope that this last part won't disappoint those who have requested it.

This installment moves the story along to the interaction between Belle and Sean.

As Belle's name might infer, the original inspiration for this story was a reimagined "Beauty & The Beast" type of scenario where the heroine would succumb to the charm of a misunderstood powerful being. The end product turned out to be different, but I am still intrigued, and love to explore, the contrast between petite women and big men. It's a theme that has already appeared in my previous tales.

You will find some elements of:

Humiliation/Degradation,

Exhibition,

Spanking,

Fellatio,

Masturbation :)

Please let me know your thoughts and remember to vote!

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Chapter 15 -- In which things get complicated.

After the bath, Sean carried Belle into his mother's room to get her ready and set her down for her late morning nap.

Belle was still coming down from her orgasmic bliss, exhausted from the recent sexual workout.

When Sean started applying the hydrating cream to her genitals, she again showed signs of arousal and instinctively started thrusting her hips towards his fingers; rubbing herself lewdly on his hand.

Exasperated, Sean let her frig herself on his hand for a few seconds.

Then, he recalled Kim's actions from a few days earlier and gave her a quick sharp slap on her exposed sex to quiet her down.

Belle was shocked but too tired to protest.

She stopped moving and ended up falling asleep before Sean had finished swaddling her.

Sean stared at her pensively for a while.

He looked at the alarm clock on the night table relieved.

The bath had been quick enough despite her impromptu orgasm and he was back on schedule.

Yet, he was disheartened by the way the morning had evolved.

He had wanted to follow his mom's routine to the letter, but Belle had already broken several of the guidelines by reaching four or five climaxes that Kim would normally have denied her.

He was worried for the woman under his care. He feared that his inadequate treatment would cause her to relapse and could not bear the thought that he might be the potential cause of such a setback.

He needed to act exactly in the manner set forth by Mrs. Kaplan.

As he carried Belle into her bedroom for the nap, that thought began to overpower his autistic brain.

He had to be perfect.

He just had to.

As with anything else in his life, it became an obsession. His own mental health depended on it too.

Of course, the young man was too close to the situation, and too uninformed to realize that Belle's actions that morning were, in fact, signs of improvement. He was oblivious to the fact that she had verbally engaged with him for the first time since her infantile regression. In fact, that exchange had been the first breakthrough since her tragic loss.

Sean looked at the clock again.

Belle would usually sleep for an hour to an hour-and-a-half in the mornings.

That would give him enough time to do part of his workout.

Lunch would be whatever the leftovers were from last night's dinner. Easy!

He went down to the den and started warming up for his weight-lifting routine.

Belle woke up from a short cat-nap only fifteen minutes later.

She called out for Sean, but he was too far away to hear.

After a few minutes of unanswered shouts, she wiggled herself out of the swaddle. It was a laborious endeavor, but her efforts were eventually rewarded.

As she laid on the mattress panting and sweating, she had two epiphanies.

For one, she woke up horny! She felt the heat in her loins and the feverish blush of arousal. Whereas Kim's treatment had fueled her arousal through shame and embarrassment, the excitement she was currently feeling was direct and primal.

She realized that she had loved being manhandled by Sean earlier that morning.

In the past weeks, Kim's treatment had been therapeutic... but, now that Sean was in charge, she felt like a naughty woman in heat.

She thought back to the gargantuan erection she had felt in Sean's pants as she straddled his lap earlier. She wanted to see exactly how large he was. It seemed way too big to be true. But she needed to find out.

Her second realization was completely unrelated to her carnal desire. For the first time since her unspeakable loss, her first thoughts upon opening her eyes had not been about the traumatic accident. She had thought of Sean instead. And that realization brought a smile to her face.

Surprisingly, the deep dense fog that she had lived under for the past few weeks seemed to be lifting.

She felt a bit lighter and breathing did not require as much effort.

She wanted to talk with someone about it and, of course, the first person who popped into her mind was Sean.

She slowly stepped out of bed and made her way down to the first floor.

Once she made it downstairs, she realized that she was nude except for the diaper. It seemed that her nudity had become second nature. Maybe she should go cover up? She shrugged, amused and too eager to go see the big guy to backtrack to get a robe.

Her heart broke the instant she stepped into the den.

Sean was bawling on the phone with his back turned to her.

"Mom... I don't think I can do it... I am going to make her worse..." he was pleading between sobs.

"It's ok, Sean, it's ok," said Kim over the line as she tried to calm him down.

"Mom, I don't want her to be sad again... I am worried... I am doing it wrong... she does not stop cumming... she had so many orgasms this morning... she is so horny all the time... she gets wet and excited no matter what I do... I cannot stop her the way you do... she is so lewd and naughty," he kept on pleading as he sniveled into the handset.

At these words, Belle turned beet red with humiliation. She froze in place standing behind him.

"Hush, hush now honey... I am sure that you are doing something right... it's ok if she is climaxing like that... that's not necessarily a bad thing sweetie".

"But the schedule mom! I have to follow the schedule!" argued Sean too distraught to even mention the tangible improvement that his earlier chat with Belle had represented.

Kim went silent as Sean kept on sobbing into her ear.

She did not know how to respond.

She knew how attached her son was to his routines; especially the newly established ones. Once a new pattern was put in place and memorized, anything that deviated from it became a trauma for him.

She was also surprised by his language; he had always been so prudish. He had always refused to talk about anything sexual with her.

And over the years Kim had come to assume that his silence on the subject meant that he had a very low libido and little to no interest in any sexual matters. She was struck and puzzled by the present conversation which seemed to indicate that he was very well versed in accurately describing intimate acts.

Where had he learned about such things? The internet of course!

It seemed now that the chickens had come to roost.

She had not been vigilant, and she reprimanded herself.

Now, it seemed that her son had learnt about the mechanics of human sexuality without proper guidance. She was afraid that his physical knowledge would have grown dissociated from the emotional and psychological impacts of such an intimate act.

Had he properly integrated his sexuality into his life? She doubted it and that upset her.

She had been so blind on so many levels. She had totally missed the boat.

Sean had gotten her used to his seeming total indifference to other people's feelings for so many years.

His reaction to Belle's grief had revealed that he was far from insensitive.

Quite the opposite in fact: he might have sensed too much. Like a poker-faced gambler, he just had not exteriorized it in any manner over the years.

And now, as she recalled how she had focused on Belle's grief thinking that Sean would not be too affected by it, she wondered how much of the treatment he had actually absorbed.

How had Sean perceived Belle's hyper-sexualized therapy? How had that affected Sean? That question was now troubling her.

Clearly, Belle's emotional wounds had touched him deeply; much more that she thought it would.

"Can I talk with Belle?" she asked. She wanted to talk to the young woman. She knew that the young woman had been concerned about Sean too.

"No! Mom! You know that she is napping now," he replied annoyed that his mother would not know any better.

When Belle heard these words, she tiptoed out of the room and backtracked to her bedroom.

She quickly went back to bed, knowing that if Sean saw her out of place it would further disturb him.

Once there, she thought back to the conversation she had just overheard.

Her heart had sunk when she had heard Sean so desperate.

She had listened to the entire half of his telephone chat and understood the reason for his pain: he was worried for her, so worried that he feared messing up her recovery.

She was moved by that revelation.

Like Kim, Belle had grown accustomed to Sean's seemingly self-centered emotional selfishness. As a young kid, she had not been mature enough to understand it. But over the years, she had grown to learn that it was part of his condition and she had accepted him as such long ago. The fact that he was now showing so much attention to her emotions was new to her and she loved it.

Yet, a distressing thought entered her thinking and perturbed her. Maybe Sean had always been attentive of other people's feelings? Maybe he just had not known how to express those feelings? Was that possible? Had Belle completely missed the boat until now ...for so many years?

She shook her head to avoid contemplating that possibility for too long. The implications of that thought were depressing and there was nothing she could do to change the past.

She wanted to concentrate on the present and on comforting Sean.

She knew how important schedules were for him. When she realized that part of his distress was due to her actions ...to her impromptu orgasms, she resolved to abide by the pattern that had been established previously by Kim. She would follow the schedule! Or so she hoped...

Belle needed to get back into the rhythm established by the matriarch. It was that simple! Sean would be happy that way and if that meant that she had to abide to the rules, then she would!

She would!

Maybe...

A nagging doubt crept into her soul.

She was not totally sure that it was within her power to do so.

....but she'd try. She swore to herself she would...

Chapter 16 -- In which Belle latches onto him.

"Aw! Shit!" she shouted to herself internally.

"There is just no way!" she thought in despair.

Belle had been lying in bed under the blanket waiting for Sean to come up and get her for lunch. As she waited, she rehashed what she needed to do to keep the big guy happy.

The thought of having to abide to Kim's "therapeutic" sexual edging schedule to keep Sean happy was torturing her. There was no way she could control her excitement at his hands.

It was a simple undeniable truth.

She just knew that she would not have any control over her own body when it came to him.

His touch was electric.

She had never felt anything like it.

The climaxes that she had experienced at his hands earlier that morning had been like volcanic eruptions, and it would not be possible to hold the burning lava in.

As these fears percolated in her head, her body confirmed that it would be impossible for her to remain in control. She was already burning up with desire at the thought of him. A pool of her sexual nectars had oozed out of her overheated sex and drenched the diaper.

Without realizing it, the young woman had slid her arms between her legs. She already was in a delirious fog of unbridled desire. For an amount of time that she could not even estimate, she had been grinding her pelvis against her bunched hands as her arousal grew.

She was feverish at the thought of the afternoon's planned activities.

It just would not work! There was no way that she could act with Sean in the manner she had acted with Mrs. Kaplan.

According to Kim's schedule what came next would be to eat lunch and then the naked afternoon sexual edging play time thing!

Belle knew she would fail miserably.

When Kim oversaw those activities, just knowing that Sean was nearby as she played naked, as he stole glances in her direction, was enough to keep her horny, on the edge of a climax, for hours. Now, he would be in charge? Observing her? As she played fully nude? For an entire afternoon?

The more she thought about it, the hornier she got. The burning embarrassment that this humiliation engendered felt like a bottomless pit of liquid magma flowing through her core.

She began hyperventilating as the excitement overtook her.

She rocked her sex into her hands as her fantasies of what was to come transported her towards an orgasm.

"What the heck is going on here!?" shouted Sean as he walked through the threshold of her room.

She froze as deep pangs of shame washed over her.

"Are you being naughty again?" he asked exasperated and disappointed by the fact that Belle was already deviating from the routine.

"It's lunchtime now!" he exclaimed as he lifted Belle out of the bed without swaddling her back in the blanket.

The sudden rush of cool air on her naked skin added to the disgrace of having been caught masturbating.

"Are you wet?" he asked.

Before she could reply, he tugged on the elastic bands of her diaper to see what had happened.

The scent of the young woman's arousal was unmistakable.

Belle wished there was a rock under which she could crawl.

Sean was taken aback for a minute. Her arousal was stirring his own but he did not want to give in. As the snake in his workout shorts began twitching, he took a deep breath to regain control of his emotions.

He needed to feed the girl now! And so, he rushed out of the room as he cradled her in his arm.

"Wait! What about a diaper? What about the blanket?" thought the girl. However, the words would not come out as she was still too ashamed to face him. She was unable to speak up.

He had rushed her out of the room naked!

She was so wet, and her juices were flowing out of her. Was she supposed to start her "naked time" now!?

Belle could not believe that she was now being squeezed against his muscular chest as naked as the day she was born as he carried her down the stairs. He was still wearing his sleeveless tank, post workout, and the skin of his strong arms rubbed against her overheated skin.

Would there be any reprieve for her? Her cunny was gushing hot burning liquids.

Sean set her down on the leather couch and ran into the kitchen to get the meal he had reheated.

When he walked back into the room, Belle noticed that the lump in his shorts was swelling.

All of a sudden, her appetite shifted.

The young woman had never been a big fan of blow jobs until that day. But, for some reason, the thought of sucking on Sean's disproportionated prick popped into her mind. Like an uncontrollable thirst, or hunger, she started craving his sex.

How could she get her mouth on it?

"Open up!" instructed Sean as he snapped her out of her trance.

He fed her.

"Open up!"

He fed her again. And again. And again.

Quickly.

All the while, he stared at the clock above head.

Naked afternoon playtime was supposed to start in a minute or so.

He handed her a glass of water.

She drank.

He lifted her out of the couch and draped her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to carry her into the family den which was the next room over.

He laid her down on the rug where Kim would usually remove the diaper, and finally realized that in his haste he had neglected to put one on her.

"What a mess!" he exclaimed at the sight of the liquid she had been excreting for hours. Her inner thighs were wet from all the excitement. Belle was so embarrassed, she turned away from him and tried to hide her face into her shoulder.

He grabbed a wipe and tried to remove the excess pussy juice off.

"Hhh! Hhh! Hhh!" Belle nearly came when he made contact with her labia.

Alas, he was too brash and he avoided touching her clit.

A second later, he stood up, grabbed her under her arms, and lifted her in the air at arms' length in the same way that he had done earlier that day.

Again, she kept her legs folded up in the air under her bum the same way babies, puppies and kittens do.

Belle was overwhelmed.

Her arousal was oozing out of her. She felt so much more exposed than she had been that morning.

Was he going to spank this naughty girl again as he had done earlier?

No! It was playtime.

So! He sat her abruptly on the wooden saddle of the rocking horse.

"Aw!"

It was almost painful. Her clit had been mashed into the wooden apparatus abruptly.

It was definitely not the contact that she had been longing for. The pain lingered for a bit.

But her engorged sex was still soaking wet. The smooth varnish of the wood was quickly soaked as her natural lubricant seeped out of her.

Her delicate petals were starting to part on the rounded nose of the seat.

Despite her state of feverish sexual inebriation, Belle wasn't sure that she wanted to be penetrated by the stubby protuberance as Sean watched her. She enjoyed it in the past under the supervision of Mrs. Kaplan, but she had never been this wet in front of the older woman.

The saddle would surely bring her to climax now that she was so excited, and she wanted so desperately to hold off from cumming for Sean. She knew that he would be so disappointed if she orgasmed, yet she also knew that she would not be able to control herself. She was ashamed to admit as much... and that shame intensified her arousal even more.

She tried to shift her weight backwards on the seat to avoid the penetration.

Sean had other ideas in mind.

He wanted to play the edging game his mother had played with Belle.

He put his heavy foot on the rockers as he stood in front of the horse and began setting the pace and rhythm of the toy.

At first, Sean managed to set a leisurely trot rocking the horse slowly forth and back, back and forth.

"Hhh! Hhh! Hhh!"

Belle's breathing was not at all in sync with the slow motion of the apparatus between her legs.

Her heart was pounding within her chest as the erotic movement stimulated her sensitive flesh. Her slippery labia slid the length of the wooden saddle and back with each movement of the horse. She could feel the inexorable build up towards a thunderous climax.

Sean's soft swaying did not last long.

For him, things were becoming hard in all meaning of the word.

He had not remained unperturbed or unphased to the charms of the woman being masturbated by the toy in front of him.

The sight of her engorged sex coupled with the fragrance of her pungent arousal were stirring the giant sleeping in his pants.

His own arousal was taking over his senses.

His flimsy sportwear was not meant to restrain his giant swollen member.

Sean was too captivated by Belle's lewd display to notice that the enormous bulbous head of his dick had escaped beneath the hem of his shorts.

Like a snake undulating to the swaying of a snake charmer, his impressive member rose up out of its cover.

Belle, on the other hand, noticed the one-eyed monster right away. Its slow ascent entranced her.