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“Yes, you need Mommy’s help for that toy of course; there’s things out there that little girls shouldn’t be going to, like Facebook or Twitter. That’s no reason to throw it down though.” She gave a light slap on Myas hand. “We play nicely with toys or we don’t play at all, understood?”

Gianna did indeed find her baby not just wet but rather soaked, a little surprised she didn’t even notice her little Roxie peeing that much. She must have been enjoying having her baby sleeping in her lap too much to even register it. “Well hi my little Roxie,” she said seeing the woman wake up a little. “I think you’re going to need a change before we go home, cutie pie, you made some big tinkles!”

Gianna smiled as she saw her baby doze off in her lap, rocking her gently. She kissed the girl lightly on the forehead to know she was safe in her arms, as she talked to Mama Miglietti about the moving plans for tomorrow. “Yeah, I have a room clear.” “Awww, I dunno, I think I’d rather still take her tonight, crib or no crib. Yeah, I can handle her myself. My bed is big enough.” “I’m not worried about that, Mama. Babies do that in their diapers, I know that.” As the conversation wound down, Gianna patted her baby’s diapered rump, and checked her diaper with a finger inside the legband. Would Roxanne come up wet?

“No no no, that’s not how we play with toys,” Melissa said, picking up the tablet and putting it aside. “We don’t throw them just because you can’t figure it out, you ask for Mommy’s help, darling.” She loomed over the baby, making the girl feel small in that moment. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Melissa nodded and put Mya down on the floor near the toy box and opened it up. “You can play my sweetpea, just remember. One toy at a time, and put it back in the box when you want a new one.” She patted Mya on the head and sat nearby to supervise, as any good mother would do with a toddler.

Mama Miglietti smiled and reached across the table to tousle Roxannes hair. “You’re welcome, my polite little bambina!” Gianna took her turn afterwards. “That’s a good girl, Roxie! Mama didn’t even have to ask you. You’re such a good baby for following the rules.” She knew the cop mentality still lodged deep inside Roxanne would feel pride in being told that, that following the rules was inherently a good thing, even if there was still a small hesitance in accepting this role for herself. She turned Roxie around in her lap and nestled her little head into her chest, stroking her hair once she saw the baby start to get drowsy.

Gianna finished feeding her baby Roxie as more came out and and rubbed the woman’s stomach as she finished. “Good job, Roxie, you made all gone!” she smiled and continued. “Mama is so proud of you my little baby!” She leaned back and held the adult baby in her lap so tightly. “Oh, Mama, I’m stuffed,” Gianna said to Mama Miglietti as she cuddled Roxanne. “You should be. You two are too too skinny,” the matriarch replied, handing her princessa a napkin so she could wipe off Roxannes little face.

Melissa looked down at the girl as if she was literally talking in incoherent baby talk, and tickled under her chin. “Awww sweetheart, that’s an awful lot of big girl words that I don’t think you know what they mean,” she said with a smile, the kind that was both loving and condescending in the way only a parent could really be. She patted the girls wet diaper in a soft and consistent rhythm, the secret to calming any adult baby in her mind.

Melissa fed her new little baby the whole bottle, not hardly deviating from her strong hold over the baby with her other arm. “That’s my good girl, drink up,” she said, as she watched Mya find a rhythm and suckle the bottle dry. The girl didn’t even seem to notice the taste of the things she’d spiked it with! Melissa wanted her baby, it seemed, to start losing control almost right away!

“Oh but Roxie, you put your little fingers right in the hot food!” She looked at the adult baby in her lap and reminded her of the little burns she had just gotten. She got another piece of chicken and wound it around some pasta for her baby, cooling it off yet again before feeding her. Mama Miglietti looked over with a broad smile as she ate, she’s been the one who had the adult in a diaper on her lap and feeding them bite by bite so many times and...she felt proud like she’d passed on some knowledge down a generation, watching Gianna do exactly as she’d have done. Gianna kept feeding bite after bite to her baby, taking as many for herself in between.

Gia smiled at the baby grab at her chicken with her fingers and how cute she looked sucking on them. “Aww sweetheart, that’s why you let mama feed you!” she said with a loving pat to Roxannes stomach. She took hold of a fork and lovingly blew on the piece of chicken to cool it down, before holding it up to little Roxies mouth. “Just like this my little one.”

Gia smiled, and kept feeding the adult baby little bites, alternating with pieces to her own mouth. She let the baby’s chin stay dripping with oil onto her bib, as it wasn’t worth cleaning off a baby’s chin until the meal was all done! She held her baby in her lap, feeling Roxanne settle in with a big crinkle and a little squish from the woman’s wet and getting wetter diaper. Mama Miglietti came in a few minutes later with the meal, a big bowl of pasta and a few plates of chicken piccata, one suspiciously small and already cut up into bite size pieces. “Mangia, my darlings! My princessa and my littlest bambina!” She said, sitting a plate in front of each of them and serving some pasta to each plate.

She looked incredulous at the baby’s objections to either her diaper status or the bottle. “Of course you do, sweetheart, babies don’t know how to use cups.” She put the bottle into Myas mouth and held it there, sitting the baby’s squishy diaper into her lap.

“I’m sure, sweetheart,” she said, making sure Roxies little legs were wrapped tightly around her waist. “I might not be able to do this all day, but Grandmama’s house isn’t that big.” She carried Roxie not into the formal dining room they passed, but into the smaller family-style space just off the kitchen. Mama Miglietti had just started setting the table and she smiled at the adorable sight of her little “grandchild” being carried in to sit on her Mamas lap. “Bella Gia, little bambina Roxie, dinner is nearly ready! Have some bread and olive oil while you wait!” She gestured at a basket of what had to be yet couldn’t possibly be fresh bread, and a decanter of olive oil with herbs floating inside. Gianna smiled and sat down on one of the chairs, holding Roxie in her lap and grabbing some bread. “Hungry?” She said, taking a bite sized piece and dipping it in the oil for Roxie to eat.

Melissa came back into the room, holding a large bottle and looked at Myas diaper, putting a finger inside the legband and patting the back. “Oh honey, you’re hardly wet at all and not poopy at all. You don’t need a change just yet,” she said. “You’ll be ok.” She sat down on the crib after lowering the side, holding up the bottle. “Over here sweetheart, it’s time for a drink.” It was clear this wasn’t exactly a request, or at least not one that could be turned down.

Gianna stifled a giggle at her blushing baby, and patted her tummy. “Mama always makes sure everyone in the family is fed, my baby’s gonna have a really full tummy!” She sat Roxie down so she could get out of the playpen, then picked her back up in her arms. “Hold on tight, sweetheart, Mama is gonna carry you all the way!” It was like Roxanne wasn’t even hardly an adult to begin with with how easy she was to pick up and carry.

Melissa checked on the baby after an hour, and found her out like a light and dozing peacefully. She cautiously checked her diaper and found it wet, which gave her a big smile to find out. No matter how hard Mya tries, there’d be no denying that she needs a diaper now!

“Yes, you probably need to nap given how I found you, little one.” She picked the woman up again and brought her to the nearby crib, laying her down and tucking her in under the purple blanket. “Oh but you’ll need this to help you get to sleep,” she continued, putting a pacifier in Myas mouth. She put the sides of the crib up, and turned on the mobile sitting above it.

“Of course not, you won’t be a naked baby.” Melissa pulled out from the drawers a purple polka dot onesie that only just barely would have covered the diaper, and as she dressed the baby woman in it, the thick padding was showing through the sides. “Awwww cute as a button little Mya!”

Gianna hugged her little girl more at Roxies agreement to be her little family. “Mamas gonna take such good care of you honey, change your diapers, feed you, dress you cute, let you play and cuddle...you’re gonna love it at Mama Gia’s.” Just then as they were embracing, Mama Miglietti came in the room. “Dinners almost ready sweethearts! A special din din for little Roxie on Mamas lap!” She smiled and pinched Roxannes cheek gently, like any good gramma would.

“Yes, one hundred percent, little miss,” she said. “If for no other reason than you’ve proven you can’t hold your potties in, can you little one?” She started stripping her new baby down and getting her clean, putting on baby powder in preparation for the diaper, one that was obviously childish with a barnyard animal theme...

Gianna nodded and pulled Roxanne into her arms, giving her diaper a few loving pats before squeezing her close. “My you’re an affectionate little one! Mama can get used to this!” She gave a smooch to her baby on her smooth cheek and smiled. “Baby Roxie and Mama Gia, sounds like a nice little family, huh?”

Gianna smiled at the badger and watched the girl show her the other toys proudly, just so happy to be with a baby of her own, and one of Mama’s special babies at that. “That’s a badger, sweetheart. Can you show me the...zebra?”

“Dear, you don’t have a choice.” She slapped the new baby’s rear hard knowing the sudden shock would stop her screaming dead. “You wanted to avoid prison, this is how you do it. I’m more than happy to void the deal and send you back if you want.”

“Well, that was part of your custody deal, yes? As long as you are under our roof, and not in prison, you were to be our baby,” Melissa said, leading Mya to the changing table. “We feel, as your guardians, it would be much better for you to help return to society a changed woman by raising you all over again, but proper this time.” She put a diaper out on the table from one of the drawers. “And that means starting back at your beginnings, little miss.”