Phone A Mommy

Ms. Bridget's classroom at Bright Lives daycare was a colorful, welcoming place with bright yellow walls and a brilliant blue carpet with plush red and purple rugs scattered about. The furniture was all done in a light naturalistic wood, from the bookshelves to the cupboards to the countertops and the cribs that lined the nap room. It was also the wood that encompassed the classroom's handsome changing table, which featured a navy padding and a commanding view of the classroom.
It was no secret whatsoever that Ms. Bridget loved changing diapers. She loved the moments of love and intimate bonding it gave her with her charges, as well as her assistants, Ms. Paige and Ms. Rita. She always gained a spring in her step whenever it was time for her and her assistants to sniff, feel, and peak into the diapers of their babies by proxy for evidence of needing to be changed.
And right now, it was just such a time for Ms. Bridgette and her assistants to begin checking the diapers of you and your classmates. You had been playing with in the block corner with Ren and Betty when you'd begun to feel the familiar sensation in your tummy. the one that told you that the lunch you'd had not fifteen minutes ago was about to fill up your diaper and create a stink. You froze up, and began to instinctively push. In no time at all, your effort was rewarded with the sensation a a weight dripping into the back of your diaper, then a second, and a particularly big third before a final small fourth. Oh word, it felt so good to use your diaper. Immediately following your dirtying, you felt the familiar sensation of your bladder emptying itself. The diaper around your waist began to swell and become heavy.
Never to be outdone, Betty had gone into a crouch and began filling her own diaper, with Ren joining in soon after. Ren had always been shy about pooping his diaper in front of others, while Betty always loved to make a big stink, smiling with a big goofy grin that seemed to stretch to the ends of her pigtails.
By now, Ms. Bridgett and her assistants were combing the classroom for diapers to check, going to each group of classmates and sniffing the air. Already, Ms Rita had singled out Marvin, who gave a surprised yelp as Ms. Rita gently bent him over the light wood arts and crafts table before pulling back the waistband of his jean shorts and diaper to look inside. Ms Rita giggled at what She saw and lovingly picked Marvin up to carry him to the changing table. Meanwhile, Ms. Paige had picked up Lori from behind, bringing the bulging seat of her zebra print tights to her nose and made a “Phew!” at the stink she smelled.
Ms. Bridgett smiled warmly as she walked up to you and your friends. She sat down on the cherry red stool that stood next to the block basket and sniffed the air. Her sparkling emerald eyes looked over the three of you before she reached out and took Ren by the hand. Ms. Bridgett pulled him towards her and between her legs, turned him to her left and pulled him up over her knee. She brought her nose down onto Ren’s diapered behind and gave a sniff before inserting two fingers into the waistband of his diaper and pulling it back. Peeking inside, Ms. Bridgett made a satisfied noise and set Ren down before replacing him with Betty over her knee. She sniffed her bum as well and hiked the skirt of her ruffled navy dress up away from her legs before pulling back the waistband of her bloated, discolored diaper. Ms. Bridgett made another noise of satisfaction and released Betty. Her eyes met yours and she grabbed you from under the arms. Lifting you up and over to her, Ms. Bridgett laid you stomach down over her knee, making sure you were comfortable and placing her alm on the small of your back to keep you from sliding off. You felt her nose press against the seat of your black sweatpants as she sniffed. Soon after, you felt the familia sensation of two fingers being inserted into your waistband filled by the familiar draftiness of your diaper being pulled back. Ms. Brigett made a noise of happiness and let you waistband snap back into place, giving your bum a satisfied pat before settling you to your feet.
When Ms. Bridgett ushered the three of you to the changing table. Ms. Rita had just finished changing Caroline and was in the process of pulling her dark denim jeans from around her ankles. Once both teacher and charge were clear of the changing area and the table had been sanitized, Ms. Bridgett looked over you and your two friends before deciding to start with Ren picking him up from under the arms and laying him down on the blue padded surface. You and Betty watched from behind you teacher as she pulled down his track pants to his ankles and tore the sticky tabs, pulling the front of the diaper down and lifting his ankles in the air so she could begin to wipe his messy bottom. Ms. Bridgett needed only two wipes before deeming the bottom in front of her clean enough and taped up the dirty diaper into a foul- smelling ball, which she deposited into the diaper pail next to the table. In no time at all, Ms. Bridgett had Ren powdered and motioned and was taping a fresh diaper around his waist, completing the change with the wiping of his hands and pulling up of his pants. Ms. Bridgett picked Ren up off of the table and lifted him above her head with a laugh before setting him down and sending him off to play.
She then turned back to you and Betty, and with the same motherly smile, lifted Betty up onto the table at arm’s length. Ms. Bridgett acted more playfully melodramatic with Betty, who giggled over her dirty diaper shamelessly. You craned your neck to watch Ms. Bridgett hike up your playmate’s skirt and tear her diaper’s sticky tabs one at a time. Betty gave a laugh when her teacher revealed the bid stinky mess waiting for her and made silly choking noises to keep her entertained. Oncer her legs were in the air, Ms. Bridgett got to wiping her bottom clean; a process that required four wipes and no small ammount of wrestling to keep Betty from wriggling and kicking too much. After the requisite powder and cream were applied, Ms. Bridgett taped Betty into a fresh diaper and reset her skirt before wiping down her hands and setting her down on the floor. She toddled of back to the blocks, leaving you to your turn on the table. After wiping down the changing table yet again, Ms. Bridgett turned her attention to you. With her signature motherly smile, she held out her arms and beckoned you to her.
You walked up to you teacher immediately and couldn’t help but giggle as she took you from under the arms and lifted you over her head before laying you on your back upon the changing table’s sleek blue padding. Ms. Bridgett began making exaggerated faces as she gripped your sweatpants and slid them down your legs until they were pooled at your ankles. You laughed along at her expression of playful disgust, and laughed even more at her sniffing your diaper only to pull away and fan her nose.
Ms. Bridgett placed a hand on your stomach, just firmly enough to keep you in place as she took the right tab of your diaper and tore it free, with the left tab following suit immediately after. Ms. Bridget took hold of the diaper’s front and carefully pulled it back. As she did, she blew out her cheeks and made pretend choking sounds.
Entertained be your teacher’s performance, you paid no mind to the new chill about your lower half and didn’t mind at all when your ankles were crossed and lifted into the air. Ms. Bridgett laughed to herself at the surprise you made for her; you diaper was filled to capacity. You wiggled your hips excitedly as you felt Ms. Bridgett begin wiping the big stinky globs from your bottom using the front of your opened diaper, and you giggled once again at the cool, damp sensation of a wet wipe gracefully mopping across afterwards. Ms. Bridgett then pushed your knees to your chest and brought a fresh wipe between your butt cheeks, then set your legs down to wipe your front and into the crevices between your legs. Once competition free of poop, Ms. Bridgett took the time to wrap your diaper and the wipes wrapped up in it into a ball and tape it closed. After wiping both her hands and yours, she once again placed a hand on you to keep you still while she deposited your stinky surprise into the diaper pail. With that done, Ms, Bridgett lifted your bottom by the legs and lowered you onto a fresh diaper.
Now came time for the cream, which was generously deposited onto her fingers and rubbed into your bottom and thighs. This was followed by a liberal application of fresh smelling powder that was also rubbed in. Finally, Ms Bridgett pulled the new diaper snug over your waist and taped it shut. Afterwards, she took your pants and swiftly pulled them back up over your legs.
Ms. Bridgett admired her work for a moment before lifting your shirt to blow a big raspberry on your tummy and kiss it several times before moving her kisses to your cheeks and head. Then, she picked you up off the changing table and into her arms, carrying you back to Betty and Ren and set you to your feet. She sent you off to play with them with a gentle pat to your freshly diapered bottom and went off to hunt down another poopy diaper to change.