Rainbow Diapers

Interesting story and universe. I think you nailed the reason, not being able to make good decisions. I was a manager for 35 years and it would always make me wonder how some people were able to make it through life because they seemed to have to come to me for every decision. Should I move this order to a different plant? Yes, as I advised you this morning the regular plant is shut down for weather. So maybe having them stay home in diapers would have been the best plan! It also makes me wonder how this economy would work with a good portion of citizens being non-productive. Would lower jail populations be able to offset this loss of productivity? Maybe someone much smarter than myself can write a dissertation on how this model would work.

Plastic pants are a huge part of it all for me, I wear them over undies sometimes or on their own and of course over my nappy, either disposable or terry nappy, I have dozen's of pairs. Fell in love with them very young and never lost the love.

She knew she shouldn’t feel so happy, so pleased with herself, seeing her daughter reduced to this, standing at her bedroom door, her face as wet as those little pajama shorts she had on in the middle of the night inconsolable.   “Shh, shh, darling, it’s ok,” Morgan said, getting out of bed and going to her daughter’s side, “It’s alright, Heather, I know, I know.” The 40 year old woman planted a kiss on top of her 20 year old college aged daughter’s head, only imagining what was happening in that head right now, it would be really useful data, however, she couldn’t ask, no, if Heather even suspected Morgan had anything to do with this she would never speak to her mother again. The exact opposite of this little experiment.   Morgan had a very close relationship with her daughter, her husband had passed before Heather could even stand up, they were all the other had for nearly 20 years. Sure, there was school for Heather, and Morgan kept busy with her very important work, but at the end of the day, when Morgan had come home and seen that smiling little girl doing her homework at the table and asking what was for dinner before going in for a hug, that’s all Morgan had needed to get by. And then, the teenage years happened, Heather started drifting away, becoming more independent, not needing her Mommy as much as her Mommy needed her… Until finally, she left for college.   Work kept her busy, she had a lot of fascinating projects going at all times, her work at the CIA given her a mindset of being justified, nothing she could do could be wrong, she was doing it for her country, for her daughter, but, coming back to an empty home day after day while sitting on the sofa her and Heather would cuddle on, scrolling through Heather’s page seeing the photos her daughter would put up, spreading her wings, living her life. Morgan began to get wistful, nostalgic for days long gone.   “Mommy, I don’t know what’s wrong with meeee!” Heather sobbed into Morgan’s shoulder while her mother ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair.   ‘Mommy’… Morgan was split between feeling the maternal warmth she felt hearing her Heather call her that after more than a decade of being Mom, and a feeling of professional pride, her invention was working much faster than she had expected.   Heather was pushed away, just slightly, and it was almost then Morgan could bear still. “Sweetie, I thought this might happen, so while I was at the store, I got you something.” She bent down and pulled a shopping bag from behind the bedskirt.   The college student went still at the sight of the package Morgan pulled from the bag. “Mommy, please, no, I can be a big girl!”   She almost felt bad, hearing the pleading in her kid’s voice, just a little part of her, the other sides of Morgan were empowered and impressed with herself. Just a few days of being affected by the Sonic Rejuvenator and Heather’s entire demeanor was sliding downwards. It was difficult to really study on the mice and monkeys in the labs, the development stages in people were so much more pronounced. After a day, Morgan had noted Heather becoming more careless, a little more obedient, eager to please, a second day had Heather more playful, needing more reminders, and of course the first wet bed, easy to believe her Mom when she told Heather it was just a little hiccup, then the next Heather canceled plans with friends, suddenly feeling considerably shyer, more interested in hanging out in the backyard with Mommy, by the fourth, that day, the girl had practically been glued to her Mommy’s coattails the whole day, it had taken quite a bit of coaxing and promises of a surprise just to let Heather stay home for this surprise. By the time Morgan had returned, her little girl was completely in the mindset of needing her Mommy and begging her never to leave her again, a promise Morgan solemnly intended to keep, though she had quieted down quite a bit when her Mommy showed her the large chocolate bar and devoured it in one sitting, something Heather, the skinny little rail of a girl, wouldn’t have thought of doing a few days earlier. Morgan found the look of content on her 20 year old’s chocolate covered face the image of adorable.   “Baby,” Morgan’s voice turned stern, and Heather stood up straight, instinctively understanding that her mother meant serious business with that tone, though she hadn’t really needed to use it since the first time Heather was a precocious tot. “It’s the third day in a row, you’re going to wear these until you start having dry nights again,” If you start having dry nights again, Morgan thought to herself, ripping off the top of the first of what would promise to be many packages of diapers. With the same voice of authority that made Heather obey Morgan when she was small, she said, “Lay down on the bed, Heather.”   The young woman did as she was told, her tears stifling down into sniffles, pulling down her short pants without comment, then her underwear, Morgan suspecting the cutesy white with pink heart undies most likely the most childish, and thus most appealing to Heather’s reemerging infantile sensibilities. She’d like to get the chance to study her daughter’s new opinions on things, maybe tomorrow she’ll set up a series of little tests, just to see whether Heather would rather pick a more mature or sensible option over something a toddler would choose, although that did have the risk of pushing her into figuring out something was wrong…   Morgan was secretly pleased with herself, though she forced her face not to show it, adopting the expression of a tired parent who’s just trying to keep her child from being too upset. Heather didn’t even question the idea of getting diapered by her Mommy for the first time in 18 years. Pulling free the plain white medical adult diaper from the package, Morgan fluffed it up before pushing her daughter’s legs up and sliding the padding beneath her. In the dim light of the hallway light bleeding through the crack Heather had left coming in, Morgan could see her daughter had shaved herself hairless, probably for something more grown-up, a trip to the beach with bikini’s that left little to the imagination or a fling with one of those boys Morgan never quite liked, jokes on her though, no such ventures were going to be happening any time soon, unless beaches started getting more alright with women flaunting adult diapers or those boys were ok with babysitting.   The plain white diapers weren’t the only ones Morgan had ready for Heather, there were two packages of far more babyish designs that she had in her closet, one with rainbows and unicorns, the other sleepy teddies, both she had gotten from some websites she had found that were pretty strange, but hey, they at least had some cute clothes that she had also gotten for Heather, some onesies and sleepers. Besides, maybe after Morgan was all done with her personal project, she could venture out and try to put the Sonic Rejuvinator on the public market, after all, it seemed there was a community that had a vested interest in returning to baby. Maybe in a year or two baby Heather could have little playdates with new friends her own age. Morgan melted at the thought as she wiped the ammonia smelling inner thighs of her Heather.   “Mommy?”   “Yes, sweetheart?”   “Couldn’t I have tried Goodnites first? I don’t want to wear diapers,” Heather whined, Morgan producing a bottle of powder to apply to her crotch.   “Oh, honey, no,” Morgan lied, “Those are for little girls, and you’re a big girl,” She put a strong emphasis on the last two words, at the same time patronizing Heather and making her feel big, giving her the impression that she was still an adult, easing her into her second childhood as carefully as Morgan pulling up the crisp white plastic up to her daughter’s crotch and fastening it secured.   Morgan patted her little girl’s fresh diaper, listening to the distinct crinkle echo in the quiet room. “There we go, I bet that feels better, doesn’t it, baby?” Picking up the discarded clothes, Morgan pretended to have a thought, “Why don’t you stay in here and sleep with me, baby? I’ll wash your sheets in the morning, you already went through all my backup bedding.”   “Ok, Mommy…”   “You get comfy, I’ll go put your pjs in the laundry hamper.” Morgan said as Heather crawled in under the covers, a little more clumsily than she may have before, not yet used to the noisy bulk between her legs, and Morgan finished the job by tucking her in.   Morgan hurried to her daughter’s room across the hall, an ear listening for any movement following her, and pulled the black cylinder from behind the nightstand beside her daughter’s bed, humming softly in her hand. The Sonic Rejuvinator had 5 settings on it, currently set at the second lowest, it had done its just pretty well for just over half a week, but it was time to speed things up just slightly, and Morgan switched the dial on the side up to the next setting. She didn’t want to completely drain Heather of everything, not right away anyways, but she had just gotten her to the ‘toddler’ phase and didn’t want to see any signs of ‘progression’.   Going back to her room, Morgan set Heather’s phone she had left in her room beside her daughter, planted a little goodnight kiss on her forehead, whispering, “I love you,” While deftly slipping the Sonic Rejuvinator under the bed.   Already half asleep, Heather whispered back, “I love you, too.” Before her mother joined her under the covers, pulling her in close to a big hug and joining her in sleep.   The next morning, Morgan woke up to an empty bed and an air of stale urine. Sleepily, she got up, yawning and went looking for her daughter turned experiment, though she noticed her bedroom trashcan full with the evenings used diaper her Heather had left. With a shrug, she left the room, debating whether she should try to convince Heather to stay padded the rest of the day, or if that was stretching it too much. No, she decided, wait for her to have a daytime accident before pushing that idea. To her surprise though, she found she didn’t need to press that issue.   Sitting with her legs splayed in a recliner, balancing a plate of pancakes on her lap was Morgan’s very much still padded daughter. Her eyes were glued to the flatscreen where My Little Pony was playing on the tv, a show she had been enamored with when she was younger, Morgan had subtly been leaving it on in the background for the past couple of days, and it seemed Heather had finally taken that bait, completely engrossed in the show of pastel colored ponies.   “You’re up early,” Morgan mused, smiling to herself, taking in her daughter’s appearance. She noted the wet stain on the front of her pajama top where she had clearly spilled a drink a few times on herself, signaling the need for something with a top, the messy crumbs around Heather’s mouth, the colorful stains around her fingertips.   “Good morning, Mommy!” Heather happily chirped, “I made breakfast!”   Morgan eyes the messy countertop in the kitchen, a bowl with batter drying with splatters of the mix turning to cement on her clean counter, the plate of misshapen pancakes left for her, the syrup with the cap twisted off with glops of sugar hardening. “I can see that, baby. I’ll help myself in a minute. Baby, did you rediaper yourself?”   “Uh-huh,” The girl said nonchalantly, her eyes glued to the cartoon playing. “It was comfy. Buuut…” Heather set the plate away and propped herself up on her knees, proudly displaying what she did, “They were kinda boring, so I made them prettier.” She showed the front of the medical diapers with crudely drawn hearts all over them in varying sizes, explaining the splotches of color on Heather’s hands.   “Aww, very cute,” Morgan nodded, deciding she could probably bring out the more adorable prints sooner rather than later, “You did a pretty good job, baby, but next time, let Mommy do it,” She took a step forward and leaned down, pulling a tape from one side and tightening it, and then the other. Truth be told, Heather hadn’t done a terrible job, but Morgan wanted to reinforce the idea that diapering Heather was Mommy’s job. “I don’t want you to have a leak.”   Heather frowned, “I’m not gonna use it Mommy, I said it just comfy.”   “Sure, honey, sure, well- If you do have any accidents, just come let me know and I’ll get you fixed right up.” Morgan said, pecking her daughter on top of the head and retrieving the leftover pancakes for herself, before going back and watching the cartoon with Heather. She must’ve watched this show a hundred times when Heather was growing up but this might’ve been the first time she noticed just how high in quality the show was.   Morgan devoured her breakfast, happily enjoying the quality time with Heather before going and cleaning up the mess she had left her Mommy. She knew she would have to set some limits on stove use on the girl quite soon, but for now, she reveled in victory, seeing just how toddler-like Heather was already settling into.   After some bonding time with the tv and breakfast, Morgan insisted on dressing Heather, not willing to let her daughter spend her whole day in a stained top and her padded underwear. It would be cute, she had to admit to herself, but it was more for the sake to really set the standard to the new baby, Mommy decided when to get dress and what to wear, Mommy decided when it was time to play, and Mommy decided when to act. Heather had always been her Mommy’s girl, and took to the routine like a pig to mud, only offering a few muttered words of resistance when Mommy pulled her up and took her to her room, changing her in the most childish options Heather had, settling on a pair of Cookie Monster sweatpants and a K-Pop Demon Hunters t-shirt, little better than pajamas, to be honest, but that wasn’t the point anyways.   “Mommy!” Heather whined, “I’ll tell you if I need a change!” She pouted.   Morgan pulled away her hand, the third time since they woke up she had checked the state of Heather’s diaper, and it was already beginning to wear down her patience. “I just want to make sure I don’t need to take these off as soon as I put them on, leg up, Heather.” She shrugged innocently, taking the pants and holding them out for Heather to step into, tying the drawstrings into a tight knot. “Goodness, I really should’ve cleaned your face before dressing you,” Morgan said, licking her thumb and wiping it around the syrupy crumbs around Heather’s mouth. Heather grumbled at that, but made no moves to pull away or otherwise stop her Mommy.   “I don’t really need help, Mommy, I’m a big girl,” Though the way she said it, Heather didn’t sound so sure herself. Heather straightened up and grabbed her belly, “Oh!” And rushed off.   “Heather! Come back and let me finish dressing you!”   “Potty!” Was the hurried response she got, “Gotta potty!”   “Wait, baby, let Mommy help you!” Morgan called out to Heather, following her into the bathroom.   Morgan paused, watching her daughter struggle with the knot around her waist, hopping from foot to foot in a desperate potty dance. She swung around, facing Morgan, “MooOoommmy! Heeeelp!” She begged. Morgan took a step forward, easily undoing the string and taking a step back, watching Heather try to pull down the diaper like it was regular underwear, only to find it just as tight around her waist as her pants were, if not more. She gave her mother one more pleading look, silently begging for her help, only for the second Morgan reached her hand out, Heather let out a gasp.   And a nearly inaudible hiss filled the small bathroom.   Heather looked down at herself in disbelief, staring at the diaper with a mixture of shock and betrayal. The confusion written all over Heather’s face was pitiful, and for a second, just a second, Morgan felt a twinge of doubt, a feeling of regret. In the micro second for neurons to fire off in her brain, Morgan asked herself why she was doing this to her own flesh and blood, wasn’t she supposed to help her child flourish, not clip her wings? Was she letting her own selfish needs get ahead her Heather’s happiness?   But the regret dissolved just as quickly as it set in, and her resolve redoubled with just another look from her Heather as she sat down on her soggy padded bottom, looking up at her Mommy, and whispering a quiet, defeated, “Mommy, change?” Morgan adopted a sorry looking expression and held out her hands that were quickly filled. Mommy didn’t let baby Heather pull her pants up, the walk of shame hammering in the idea that any trips to the bathroom would serve to be futile.   Leaving Heather in the living room, pants still around her ankles, letting the heavy padding grow cool, Morgan went to grab the changing supplies and a fresh diaper. In the light of day, where Heather could observe the full show of her Mommy changing her soiled padding, she couldn’t take it, laying down in the same living room where she had grown up, now growing down, she let out a sob, and hid her face in her hands, unwilling to look at what her own body had done to her.   “Baby, do you want to color on your diapie again?” Morgan asked, in a playful attempt to cheer up her regressing girl, hiding the teasing in her words.   “Mmm-mm!” Heather shook her head.   “Alright, baby,” Morgan helped Heather off the floor and on to the couch, finally pulling up the Sesame Street pants and putting Heather’s shame out of sight, where she hid her face in Mommy’s lap, sobbing silently while Mommy ran her fingers through her baby’s hair, feeling safe enough to smirk in satisfaction, listening to Heather’s breathing go from shallow and irregular and become smooth, snoring slightly as she settled down for a nap.   Morgan sat there for a little while, making sure that Heather was definitely asleep before carefully pushing her daughter’s head off her lap and creeping back to her room. She returned a moment later with the Sonic Rejuvinator, emboldened by the events of the morning, set the dial to 4, putting it near Heather’s head and taking her place back on the couch, with Heather face breathing heavily on her thighs, looking smug as she went back to watching My Little Pony.       She knew this door, she had been here many times before. The apartment door of her first place. She looked down, her hands shaky from the lack of sleep and overwork, holding a laptop and notebook in one and a ring of keys in the other. From inside, she could hear the laughter of a baby. Her baby. She could stay and listen to that sweet music for hours, but had no time. Morgan was just 22 at the time, and she had no time for anything.   Opening the door, she was met with the sounds of, “Mama!” And the pitter patter of feet that came stomping towards her. Morgan blinked, uncertain of what she was seeing, because that wasn’t her baby, well, it was, but instead of her little bundle of joy Heather came running up to her as the 20 year old woman she would eventually become. Heather, dressed in her favorite Tangled nightgown, wrapped her arms around Morgan’s waist and clung to her tightly. Morgan, even in her exhausted state, wrapped her arms around her baby, stroking her back and feeling the tickle of her child’s fine hair kiss the back of her hands.   “Hey, sweetie, were you a good girl for Miss Avery?” The little bit of light in her weary day to day left her as pressing concerns pushed their weight on her shoulders. “Hey, Avery? She asked the young woman, young woman being a bit of a misnomer, really the girl was just a few years younger than Morgan, at this point, but she couldn’t help but feel like she had aged a good couple of decades with being a widow before 20, raising a little girl all by herself, all while working two jobs and busting her butt to finish school.   “What’s up?” Avery was already packing her bag, getting ready to go.   “I hate to ask, but could you stay for just a little longer? Please? I have a lot to do and I could really use some help.” Morgan pleaded, trying to not sound as desperate as she was.   Avery inhaled a hissing breath, “Oh! Sorry, Morgan, I have plans- Actually, I’m running a bit late since, you know, you weren’t here on time… Dooo you have the money you owe me from last week?”   Morgan pursed her lips, feeling the cut of offense at the passive aggressive tone, and shoved down her pride, biting her tongue. She couldn’t afford to be rude to the girl, not when it was so hard to find help, her own family helped where they could, but they were an hour away, and her husband’s family were even further than that. The price of looking towards the future was the discomforts of the present, she could get up and move elsewhere, even go stay with her parents or mother-in-law until she could get a place- But then she’d have to give up school, give up her daughter’s future, give up her own success. Not a risk she was willing to take-   “Yeah, yeah! No problem, thanks again for coming so short notice, work called me in and I really needed the overtime-” Morgan said, digging through her handbag and retrieving the crisp, folded 20 notes and passing them over.   “Any time,” Avery said, carefully counting the money.   Except for right now…   “Huh? Did you say something?” Avery looked up.   “What?” Morgan stood a bit straighter, her kid still clinging to her. “I did? I didn’t think-”   “Whatever-” Avery went back to counting her money, “You’re short, again…” Morgan felt a bloodvessel in her forearm pulse at seeing the younger woman roll her eyes. “I’m going to be unavailable all next week, my parents are taking me to Tahoe for a few days, soooo, yeah.”   “Oh- Shoot, I guess I have to find someone else for monday…” A hint of desperation made Morgan’s voice sound defeated.   “Sorry! It was pretty last minute. Anyways- Bye bye, Heather! See you in a few days!”   “Bye bye Miss Avery!” Heather waved her hand at the girl who’s back was already disappearing out the door, going back to asking for uppies from her Mommy.   “Mama! I drew you a picshur! Wanna show! Wanna cuddle, Mama,” Heather begged, Morgan blinked, the fact that her 2 year old was 20 not seeming strange to her at all in the moment. Besides, she had other things to worry about.   “That’s nice, baby, but Mommy has to work. Please be quiet and play by yourself… Did Miss Avery give you dinner?”   “Ok…” Heather looked disappointed, but it was a knowing kind of disappointed, the kind one gets when they ask for something a hundred times and always get the wrong answer, a cold acceptance. “No, I di’nt eated yet.”   Morgan let out a sigh, “Ugh! Typical!” She muttered, stepping over to the kitchen table in the small apartment, promising herself that one day she’d have something bigger, something so that Heather could have her own room and wouldn’t need to have a crib right next to her Mommy’s bed- when she even felt like sleeping in it.   In a small voice from behind her, Morgan heard the little girl say, “Sorry, Mama…” Taking sole custody of the blame.   “It’s not your fault, baby- Sorry, Heather, just play a little while and I’ll make you some maccy cheese, ‘kay?” She set down the laptop and opened it up, watching the slow, used machine bootup while tapping her fingernails on the cheap table that was beginning to come apart.   “I don’t wanna play, Mama,” Heather said, tugging at Morgan’s shirt, “Can I sit and watch you work?”   Morgan wanted to tell her no, it was a little too distracting with the little girl fidgeting and asking a dozen questions a minute, but one look at those big puppy dog eyes had Morgan change her answer in an instant. “Alright, Heather, just please, try to be still, ok? Mommy has a really important deadline and she needs to get this paper done by midnight.”   “Ok…” Heather said, crawling on her lap, and though the two were just about the same height, Morgan still easily saw over her daughter’s head just like the first time she lived through this moment, didn’t feel the weight of the adult in her lap. “Mama, what’s a ‘deadline’?”   Morgan reached around Heather, tapping on keys, trying not to be distracted by the curiosity that some days she was so very proud of Heather for having and others so very irritated by. “It’s things grown-ups do that means they have to do something as soon as possible. Now, shh, baby, Mommy has to focus.”   Heather rested her face on her Mommy’s chest in quiet contemplation, Morgan idly wondering if maybe the weening hadn’t stuck and she was about to ask for a suckle, but that question never came. Instead, Morgan felt Heather start to squirm in her lap. Ignoring that for the moment, she focused on her priority, getting her paper done. Just a few more months of schooling and then she could focus on getting a real job, not serving tables and begging for tips with a big smile or doing intern level office works, and then she could get Heather into a real daycare and then…   “Mama?”   “Not now, baby, I’m working,” Morgan’s eyes reflecting the blue screen.   “Mama? I gotta go potty.”   Morgan swallowed her frustration, that damn babysitter probably didn’t even attempt to get Heather to go potty before she got home! She knew what a lot of people thought, the words of her mother-in-law going off in her head, ‘Oh, she’s too young to worry about that, don’t put so much pressure on her, she’s just a baby!’ But her Heather wasn’t just a baby, she was Morgan’s girl, cut from her own cloth, and if Heather set her mind to it, she could accomplish anything, just like Morgan could, even something like getting out of diapers at 2.   “Give Mommy just a minute, baby. I just need to get a little more done.”   Heather didn’t say anything else, hiding her face in her Mommy’s shirt, knowing that tone too well. Knowing there wasn’t an argument to be had even at such a young age. The fidgeting continued, and continued, and then stopped. Morgan smiled, another few minutes to herself if Heather could just apply herself and keep control of her body, like Morgan had full control over herself.   And then, Morgan felt a wetness on her lap, and heard the sniffle, “’M sorry, Mama…” Heather whimpered, “I tri’d…”   Morgan looked down, feeling the puddle of pee warm her lap, and the source of it, the damp spot on Heather’s Tangled nightie. And snapped.   “What the fuck!” She sprang up, and Heather went crashing down, the sudden outburst from her Mommy bringing tears to her eyes. Heather had, more often than Morgan would admit to, seen her Mommy had a breakdown, but there was a sudden, crushing knowledge that it was because of her, and she crawled away.   But Morgan was already upon her. “Bad girl!” She said, grabbing her leg and pulling her back towards her. “I thought we were done with this, thought we were done with this ‘baby’ business, but no, no we’re not, are we?”   “Sorry! Sorry!” In the haze of the mixed up memory, Morgan heard her adult daughter’s voice call out with the childish dictation, and felt the worse part creeping towards her at alarming speed.   Morgan’s pulse was racing, the pressure piling up on her, the stress of getting through each day building, finally toppling over. One quick smack on the bottom made Heather stop, looking shocked, never having experienced this touch from Mommy before.   “You wanna be a baby? Fine, come here, baby, come here!” She turned her daughter over, and pulled a basket from next to the couch, with a few diapers left over from a month ago whenever Morgan had declared her child was officially a big girl.   “No, Mama, no, big girl!” Heather wailed.   It was too late though, Morgan was already pulling the My Little Pony undies away and replacing it with a fresh Luvs diaper with Barney on it, roughly changing Heather while she kicked and screamed and cried, until one last sharp smack on the girl’s butt that echoed in the quiet, little apartment immediately made the girl silent.   “Can’t believe you,” Morgan huffed, standing up, looking down at her work uniform that would now smell like piss, though, strangely enough, the first time this event had happened, the damp part of her clothes had been much smaller. “Can’t believe my daughter would piss on me, like- like a dog!   Heather crawled away, silent tears in her eyes, unable to keep her eyes off her Mother. Morgan glanced over at her, and saw those eyes, the distrust, disbelief, and sadness that still echoed from that day to the day Heather had come home from college.   In different words, with a more mature diction, the grown woman in the wet nightie and overly large Luvs told Morgan, “Mother, I’m an adult.” Another oddity, because in the memory, Morgan hadn’t heard a peep from the girl the whole rest of the night.   The chirping of the birds outside called out to Morgan, the beams of sun shining through the windows heralded a morning that Morgan couldn’t, wouldn’t ignore, having long since shaken off the wiles of the precious ‘5-more minutes’ that she had when she was much younger. There was a pressing concern to the 40 year old, the smell of urine, and a soaked bedspread that made laying in it uncomfortable.   She sighed, getting up, wincing at the wet mattress beneath her. Heather must’ve been cuddling next to her in the night and leaked.   It had been a funny few days since Heather was officially back to baby. She had gone from clingy, to a strange sort of independence and dependence that Morgan couldn’t quite make heads or tails of, requiring further study. She had no doubt that her machine was working perfectly, after all, Heather’s signs of maturity were all but gone. There was no thought of asking why Mommy was cutting up her food and feeding it to her, no questions of where the adorable onesies came from, happy little noises when Morgan showed her 20 year old her little princess diapers. Heather didn’t even mention the fact that she should’ve gone back to school yesterday, probably didn’t even remember what school was in her sweet, adorable head.   At the same time though, there were odd bouts of distance between the two, Heather disappearing in a corner to play by herself. To be honest with herself, Morgan kind of didn’t want to dwell too deeply on that, after all, her baby still had her adult body, and adult bodies had certain needs, Morgan simply shrugged it off and let her be.   But then there was yesterday when Heather hid herself up in her own room. Morgan had dug out some of Heather’s old dollies and toys from when she was little and had started redecorating to be more child friendly. When Morgan had poked her head into the room to check on her daughter, she expected to find Heather playing with her toys, or maybe just looking through her old stuff and trying to figure out why she could no longer remember the names of the people in her photographs. Heather, however, wasn’t trying to go down memory lane in any aspect, messing around on her phone.   When Morgan asked what she thought she was doing, Heather quickly showed her the screen, showing off a colorful game, and told her Mommy she was playing. It was plausible enough, Heather had gone bonkers over some old games her father had left behind when she was a child, and since then she always had a taste for the brain rotting garbage no matter how much Morgan tried to dissuade her daughter from messing around with the waste of time, now however, she supposed a little bit of brain rot wouldn’t hurt considering that was basically what Morgan was doing to her anyways, but there was just something funny about how quickly Heather had shown that phone, the words almost seeming… rehearsed?   No matter…   Morgan found Heather in the little play area she had set up in the living room for her, “Good morning, cupcake.”   Heather didn’t respond, her back turned towards her, Morgan tapped her on the shoulders. “Huh?” Heather said, whipping her head back, the phone in her hand turning dark.   “I said, good morning, baby!” Morgan eyes drifted down the Bluey shirt and down to the teddy bear diaper, leaning down and patting it. “Baby, what did I tell you about changing yourself? That’s Mommy’s job.”   “Mama, you did change me,” Heather said, eye brows furrowing in confusion.   “I don’t think so, baby, I woke up to a soak bed so I know you leaked. Besides, every time I change you I put you in a different print and that’s the same diapie I put you in before bed.”   “Oh…” Heather looked down, “You changed me in the middle of the night, ‘member?”   “I did?” Morgan thought about it, but only remembering her dream about changing Heather… “I don’t remember, huh.” Well, she mused to herself, she had been rather preoccupied lately getting Heather ready to be her little girl again, maybe she was falling back into old patterns, hearing her baby cry in the middle of the night and change her while she was half asleep, that was something she used to do back when Heather was really, small. The thought of the days when she first brought Heather home warmed up her heart.   “Well, I guess maybe I did… Mommy’s gonna go change, princess, after that, let’s get a nice baba in you then we can play, ok?”   “’Kay, Mama.”   Morgan headed back to her room and got out of her wet clothes, looking at her undies she had been wearing last night curiously. Heather must have leaked a lot, even Morgan’s panties were soaked!   Looking at the side table next to her side of the bed, the Sonic Rejuvinator hummed. That was strange too, she thought, she could’ve sworn she put it on Heather’s side…   Heather had at first eyed the device curiously when Morgan had stopped bothering to hide it, though she had quickly adjusted to the daily presence of the machine. When Heather had asked about it, Morgan had just said it was a white noise machine and it made people comfier, and her trusting baby shrugged and took it as fact.   After cleaning herself off with a wet wipe, Morgan dressed herself up in a yellow dress. She’d been feeling like wearing dresses more over the last few days, she would like to say that it just made playing with Heather easier, but it also hearkened back to the days when her own Mom dressed her up, preferring dresses over anything too ‘tom-boyish’.   Picking up the Sonic Rejuvinator, Morgan made her way back to her daughter, delicately placing it right next to Heather, who only gave it a passing glance before going back to playing with her phone. Morgan stepped into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of juice and prepared a bottle of formula for Heather, as well as a bib.   Upon seeing Morgan return, Heather shot up, alarmed, “No Mama, please no formula!”   “It’s for your own good, baby girl,” Morgan said, sitting down behind Heather and tying the bib around Heather’s neck, a big yellow bird with ‘1, 2, 3’ in large stencil floating around him.   “Mama, no, it yucky!”   “Shh, baby, it’s gonna make you nice and regular, don’t want a constipated Heather, do we?” She said, pushing Heather down to lay back with her head on Morgan’s lap. Heather looked irritated, rolling her eyes before opening her mouth. “Good girl!” Heather made no reaction, just suckling down the formula with discomfort plastered all over her face.   While feeding her little girl, Morgan reached out and grabbed her juice, overshooting the cup just a bit, her drink falling all over her dress and her daughters face.   Heather choked out a laugh, taking a hard swallow before saying, “Maybe you need the bib yourself.”   “Don’t be mean to Mommy,” Morgan said with a grunt, wiping away the spillage on her chin with the back of her hand, pushing the nipple back into her baby’s mouth.   Morgan hummed to herself, in tune with the humming from the Sonic Rejuvinator, rocking a little bit. Feeding Heather like this brought her back to the days before all worries, before work and school and troubling times that brought her down. Sitting down in her parent’s yard, feeding her baby doll. She was brought back to the present with the sound of a tiny hiccup, looking down to find her real baby done with her bottle, looking drowsy and displeased.   “Look who’s done!” Morgan purred merrily, sitting Heather up and pulling her torso into a hug, resting her daughter’s chin on her mouth.   “Wait, Mom, you don’t have to-” Three heavy whacks on the small of Heather’s back resulted in a grand, “Uuuur-Rrp!” And then a gasp and choke, Morgan’s shoulder growing a little wet with the spittup.   “There we go! Alll better,” Morgan took her hand and pressed against the plush padding around Heather’s waist. “And, still dry? My, my, what a good baby! Maybe we can try potty training again,” Morgan lied, although there was a certain appeal to proving she could repotty train her baby again, probably in record time this go around, after all, she was the most amazing Mommy ever. Still, it wasn’t too bad that Heather was flooding herself every five minutes, maybe after her prototype gets accepted by the agency, or she patents a public version, she could go crazy with the diapers and all the baby gear, but for now, money wasn’t limitless. Though, Morgan supposed to herself, Heather certainly didn’t need her college fund anymore, she could go ahead and spend a little of that cash on a full scale nursery for her little girl, like she didn’t get to have during her first infancy…   Heather wiped her chin with her wrist, sitting up, looking disgusted, not saying a word to anything her Mommy was saying. She coughed and gagged, trying to get the uncomfortable taste out of her mouth. Heather adjusted her hair, gave her Mommy a side eyed look, still lost to the world and humming to herself, relaxed and pleased, and Heather smiled. “Mama? Do you wanna play a game?”   Morgan shot to attention, beaming. She had really, really begun to enjoy their play time, yesterday, messing around with the ponies Heather had as a kid had been so much fun. Making up for lost time had never been such a blast.   “Yeah! What do you want to do, baby? We could… Play with dollies, or do a board game, well, as long as someone doesn’t try eating the pieces! Or, umm, do you wanna play dressup?”   Laughing a little, Heather said, “I was thinking something else. I wanna play house.”   “House? Huh, I don’t get it, I’m already the Mommy and you’re the baby, so it feels kinda funny to play that. Let’s do doctor! I’m really good at doctor.”   Heather forced herself to grin, “No, Mama, you be the baby, and I’ll be the Mama.”   “Huh? I don’t get it,” Repeated Morgan, “But I’m the Mama…”   Heather reached out and took Morgan’s hand, patting it, “It’s just a game, silly Mama, we’re playing pretend, you like playing pretend, don’t you? When you were little, didn’t you go around and do make believe? Pretend to be a princess or an explorer? Mess around outside in imaginary worlds?”   “I- Yeah?” Morgan reminisced, recalling the days running around and playing in the sun, getting scrapes on the playground and running to her parents for cuddles and kisses, her friends who never knew just the right way to play things, the way Morgan would want to, but Morgan always got her way in the end so those little mistakes could be forgiven.   “Yeah,” Heather said in a gentle way, “It’s just playing pretend, it’ll be a lot of fun,” She stood up, her diaper crinkling, and Morgan felt an impulse to check it again, that silly baby is bound to need changies any minute now.   “I guess- How do we play?” Morgan asked, adjusting herself to be sitting cross legged on the floor.   “It starts with-” Pop! A pacifier in Morgan’s mouth. Morgan looked down, crosseyed at the ring sticking out just under her nose. Her tongue explored the smooth, rubber surface of the bulb, delighting in the texture of the pacifier, deciding she enjoyed it.   “Awwh-khay, whhat noxt?”   “Just lay down, I need to get you in a nice, clean diapie before you have another accident.”   “Awwh-khay, bay-bee.”   “Now, does a little girl call her Mama baby?” Heather asked, pulling Morgan’s dress up.   “Nah…”   “What does she call her?”   “Mmmm-Mama!”   “Very good baby! You say, Mama!”   Between sucking on the pacifier, Morgan kicked her legs at the praise, “Mama, Mama!” She looked over and saw her Sonic Rejuvinator humming close to her head, “Mine.”   Heather ignored her, “That’s right silly, oh- We’re lucky you didn’t go wee-wee in your pretty big girl undies,” Morgan felt her underwear get pulled down, not feeling at all awkward about her daughter seeing her crotch. She showed Morgan the big girl undies in question, blue and white with a Care Bear on the front. “Already feeling a little- Little today, baby? These don’t look very big girl, do they?”   “Big!” Morgan squeaked behind her pacifier.   “Hmm- Maybe for you, they were, Mama thinks you’re gonna feel much comfier after this,” She said, taking one of the pink princess diapers and fluffing it up, pushing it under Morgan’s butt. “Good thing we’re doing this sooner than later,” Heather said, wiping Morgan down with a wet wipe then applying some cool lotion around the corner of her thighs. It was nice, gentle touching, loving, had Morgan ever treated Heather like this? Her changes always felt more… Clinical. “Baby was starting to look red, how long were you laying in your peepee silly baby?”   Morgan laughed at the little joke, she hadn’t been laying in her peepee, she was laying in Heather’s, ‘cause- as she reminded herself- Heather was the real peepee pants princess and Morgan was the honest and true Mama. Morgan’s a big girl and Heather is just a silly little girl playing pretend. It was a calming thought as she sucked on her pacifier. This was nice too, though, letting someone else take care of her like this- It had been so long since someone pampered her. She giggled a bit behind her pacifier, tickled by the shower of baby powder drifting down on her legs.   Closing her eyes, Morgan felt the tension leave her body as she relaxed, letting her bottom get pulled here and there as Heather finished taping her up. The diaper was really soft, comfortable, frankly, better than big girl undies, it felt like security, even if she fell the cushion would make it so she wouldn’t get a bad booboo or if she had an accident someone would just change her, maybe she would try them again when she was Mama again, just for playing pretend though.   Her hand was raised up, and Morgan felt something large and thick envelop her fist. She looked up, finding Heather pushing her other hand into a large mitten, the pink pair she had gotten Heather for when she got really little to keep her from scratching herself like she had when she was small. Morgan didn’t like this part of the game, she wanted to be able to grab things, touch things with her fingies, maybe put things in her mouth-   ‘Put things in her mouth’? Where had that thought come from?   The mittens were securely fastened to Morgan’s hands with a tight, metal clasp, and she spat out her pacifier, “I dun like this game no more, let me out,” She said, trying to undo one wrist with the other hand.   “Baby,” Heather leaned down, “We’re not playing a game.”   Morgan blinked, trying to figure out what was going on. She stared blankly at her daughter for a second, trying to piece together the meaning of the words.   “You baby, me Mama.”   “We tried playing that game, Mom. You were just a little too controlling- You know, you almost had me there, for a second, but the other day, the first day you had me diapered, you made a mistake, you took a little nap with your machine right in front of me, and when I woke up, with your thingie right there, I took a real good look at it, then, I went and found your notes, too.”   “My notes?”   “Yeah… Gonna steal your work from the government after you were all finished too? See, if it were me, I probably wouldn’t have put it in writing, but then, that’s your problem, you’re smart, but you think you’re smarter than everyone else, and it leads to dumb decisions.”   Morgan’s face twisted in anger, “Me not dumb! Smart girl!”   “Oh, oh! Don’t get angry, here, look,” Heather looked around and grabbed a set of plastic keys, jingling them in front of Morgan. Morgan’s mood did a180, and she reached out to grab them. “I want you to understand everything you did wrong, besides the whole ‘turn my daughter into an invalid’ thing, which I for one, think was a really big dick move, Mom. You know, I do understand you were stressed when I was a kid, and if you had come to me and said you’d like to spend more time with me, I would’ve done it! Instead of turning me into a lab study.” She gave Morgan the keys which immediately went into her mouth with her clumsy grip.   “There you go baby, nice and content. But I think you already knew that was bad, deep down, even you’re not that self absorbed to know that I wouldn’t be too happy about it. But your big mistake was thinking you’re too smart for your own machine.” She reached over and grabbed the Sonic Rejuvinator. “I don’t know what you thought when you had this playing constantly, honestly, you’re lucky I figured this out otherwise we both would’ve ended up mushy brained babies stuck in a hot house in the middle of August without anyone thinking of looking for us. Fortunately, figured everything out pretty quick, started wearing these,” Heather pulled the hair away from her ears, revealing a white airpod, “Not that its perfect- A few times when I went to sleep I would wake up to staring at one right in front of me, having to charge it and replace it before I got too silly or you noticed- Not that that’s a really big problem now, is it?”   Morgan looked up, not paying attention just chewing on the keys, “Huh?”   “Nothing, baby,” Heather leaned down and gave her Mom a kiss on the forehead. “You aren’t going to have to worry about anything ever again. I’m going to make sure of it. I’m going to take your little invention and patent it myself, and make sure you and I never want for anything, ever again. But first, Mama needs to listen to her special music, you don’t get to come out of this unscathed, not when I don’t, even with the airpods and knowing what’s going on, I still have accidents, still jostle awake every know and then with my thumb in my mouth. So you, dear Mother, are going to take a little more permanent trip.”   The Sonic Rejuvinator was picked up, and dialed to the highest setting before getting set back down right next to Morgan’s head, the thrumming coming from it making her brain feel like pudding getting whisked in a bowl.   “I figure and hour or two, or five around max setting and you’re going way far back. Just a cute little-” Heather made a face, a look of surprise as she squatted down and filled the back of her diaper with a stinking mess. “Oh for fuck’s sake, I hate those stupid bottles, ugh!” She cursed, rising with her legs carefully apart, trying not to spread the disgusting feeling anymore around her rear than it already was. “Let’s see how you like pooping your brain out, Mom. Right after I get out of a nice, hot bath, we’ll give you a couple of bottles.”   Morgan didn’t respond, not in words anyways, giggling at the funny look Heather gave her. She pushed her own legs apart and mindlessly filled her diaper with a less stinky accident. Heather sighed, and left Morgan. Coming back 30 minutes later as she promised with a fresh bottle. To Heather’s displeasure, Morgan happily lapped at the milk like a thirsty kitten, not an ounce of displeasure in the simple minded woman.   Over the next few months, Heather tried to push the invention off as her own, only to get pulled into a meeting with the head of the CIA and politely asked to not disclose the machine, offered a large sum of money and an offer she couldn’t refuse to continue her Mother’s work, having read all the documents and perform a solid understanding of the material. She was her Mom’s daughter, after all. Morgan would’ve been proud.   Morgan for her part didn’t have much to say about anything. She was little more than a gurgling, cooing mess, and a bit of a nightmare for her daughter, permanently stuck at the crawling stage, always trying to get into everything. Heather coyly liked to say to anyone who listened that she was too smart for her own good, always trying to get into things she shouldn’t, and making baby proofing their home a nightmare.   The effects of the Sonic Rejuvinator had a lasting impact on Heather. She gave up on potty training fairly quickly, coming to enjoy the comfort of diapers, she tried doing the incontinent briefs, but there was a little, childish voice that pushed her to indulge in more cuter designs. Her love life took a strange turn, however, a strong desire to be coddled and cared for led her to pursue relationships with ‘Daddy’ types, if a man wasn’t willing to cuddle and wipe her butt, Heather didn’t have much use for them.   Neither Heather nor Morgan really got better after their experience with Morgan’s invention, and they (mostly Heather) grew to accept the changes that had happened to them. Morgan, as she usually did, got her way in the end, spending the rest of her days with her daughter, just as the little girl and not the Mommy.

“Thats cause your not a man sweetie” i say looking at you.  “i think you were borne a sissy sweetie”

I’m coming to the end of two weeks holidays like that—sleeping in, no plans, just relaxing and doing whatever I feel like each day. Tomorrow morning, it’s back to work and the never-ending obligations of everyday life.