Even Mothers Require Supervision (12/13/22)

[Guilend]

Yay

[Cya]

On 7/25/2020 at 3:09 PM, Guilend said:

Yay

 

Here's the next part.

A fierce blush covered the blond's face as she realized that she was going to be forced to talk. Pamela learned her throat and did her best to keep her voice low. 

 

"Wha-what is she doing here?"

 

"Why whoever do you mean?" Mommy replied with a cheshire smile as she approached her charge.

 

 "What's my daughter doing here!?" 

 

"Who else is supposed to take you off my hands and keep an eye on you?" Mommy gave the adult baby a knowing glance.

 

"You're crazy!" Pamela exclaimed before covering her mouth. 

 

"Maybe I am, but I'm not the one who left my cell phone at home where my eighteen year old daughter could find it." 

 

"Wait. How did you know that I left my phone at home? Unless, Oliva-"  Pamela couldn't finish that sentence. She was simply too startled to go on.

 

Mommy watched the blond's eye light up as the realization that her daughter had stumbled onto her phone made itself abundantly clear to the diapered woman.

 

"Yes, she found your phone and called me. She wanted to blackmail you and, by a lesser extent, me."  Mommy explained as she sat the t-shirt onto the top of the changing table.

 

"But why invite her here!?" Pamela demanded.

 

"I didn't exactly have a choice, Pamela. She has your phone which contains my phone number and address. By the way, that's yet another violation of my rules." 

 

"Okay, okay." The blond paused, feeling anxiety start to overtake herself. "What do we do now?!"

 

"Pammy, relax." Mommy cooed before returning to her former tone of voice. "I'll admit that I was a bit worried at first, but I made her an offer that she couldn't refuse."

 

"Now's not the time to quote old gangster movies!" Pamela whined, looking ever the picture of a pouty oversized baby.

 

"The Godfather, you're thinking of the Godfather. And, no I didn't mean for it to sound like that, but I'm actually doing you a favor."

 

"How is this helping anything? How is inviting my teenage daughter over here to gawk at me in a diaper doing me a favor?!" Pamela squealed. 

 

"I'm taking her under my wing." Mommy replied calmly. "You always said that you wished she could hold a job. Well, with my training she will not only hold down a job, but make more money than most of her burger flipping peers."

 

Pamela couldn't believe her ears. 'Mommy wants to train Olivia to be a dominatrix!?'

 

"No!" Pamela shouted. "I'm not going to let my daughter do that for a living!"

 

"What's wrong with what I do for a living, Pamela?" Mommy placed her hands on her hips, staring down at Pamela. "I don't get naked in front of some camera. I don't have sex for money. I simply take care of oversized babies and clean up after them. This is your mess and, just like that diaper I changed a half hour ago, Mommy has to clean it up for you."

 

"But that's my daughter! I want her to have a normal job!" 

 

"Pamela, let's be completely honest with each other here. Olivia is the type of woman who could do anything with her life, but she expects everything to be handed to her on a silver platter. You said it yourself this morning; she's stealing money from you and doing drugs with some bad boy from the city that she's currently in a relationship with. She's at the point where she's either going to end up in a gutter or be stuck under your roof until you die." Mommy stopped briefly,  letting the reality of the situation sink in before continuing. "I'm not going to promise you anything, but I think you know me well enough to know that I'm trying to help you. I cannot fix your daughter, but if she is willing, I'll train her to be a strong woman; A woman who can be whatever she wants to be in life. I'll mold her to the best of my ability. I'll give her discipline and guidance. And help her earn the kind of money she seems to think she's worth." 

 

Pamela had known this woman for years and had never heard her be so brutally honest to her before. As she stood there, staring at the woman she happily called mommy, Pamela couldn't help but admit that she was right. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but she was right. 

 

Even though Olivia was truly a "daddy's girl" at this point in her life, she had helped create the young woman who hated her now. She used to shower her little princess with expensive clothes and toys up until she started high school. It was around her Freshman year that Pamela began to notice a change in the girl. Olivia was becoming demanding and took things for granted. She may have cut Olivia off, but four years of her husband spoiling her rotten had only made the rift between them grow. Ultimately, she couldn't possibly blame Chuck, she knew that he was so generous because he was rarely there for Olivia. Being a representative for one of the biggest corporations in America forced him to be away for weeks at a time. It was obviously his way of compensating for his absence.

 

Mommy couldn't help but feel awful as she watched a tear fall from Pamela's eye. If she really didn't want Olivia to learn how to be a mommy for hire then she would have to find another way to fix things. 

 

"You- You're right." Pamela struggled to say it out loud. The words coming out as if she was muttering them to herself in a quiet voice.

 

"I'm sorry?" The dominant woman was slightly caught off guard.

 

"If Olivia wants to do this. If you really think that this is for the best then I think you should take Olivia under your wing."

 

"That's the thing, I wasn't quite done speaking with Olivia, but it seems like she isn't quite sure that she wants to do this. And to make matters more complicated, Allison's daughter is a natural at this."

 

And just like that, Pamela felt a vein throb in her forehead. "Oh, of course that bitches' daughter is a natural at this." She said aloud to herself before continuing, "Let me guess; you want to make her your apprentice and ditch Olivia? Is that what this is all about? Just build me up one last time to knock me down?!"

 

*SMACK*

 

In the blink of an eye, the other woman had crouched down to Pamela's level and delivered a reading slap to her face, striking her across the cheek.

 

"Pamela! I've heard enough of that defeatist talk coming from your little mouth today!"

 

The blond stood there, absolutely stunned as she lifted her hand to feel the heat emanating from her freshly slapped face.

 

"You- you hit me!" Pamela stuttered as she rubbed her cheek. "That's assault!"

 

"Pamela, don't be stupid. It's stated very clearly in the contract you signed years ago, that I can strike you at any time I wish. That's my job, remember?"

 

Suddenly, the fire left Pamela's eyes and the blond found herself looking down at the floor sheepishly.

 

"I'm starting to see where Olivia gets her attitude from." Mommy sighed, looking down at the defeated adult baby who hung her head in shame. "Look, I don't really want to do this. It goes against my morals, but I have an idea." 

 

"What? What's your idea?" 

 

"I'll tell you once you're on the changing table because you definitely need your diaper changed, little lady."

 

The blond lawyer felt her face grow even hotter as she wiggled her hips. The diaper had grown cold and clammy since her last wetting. It was bad enough that she had been slapped, but the embarrassment of going from an adult conversation to being talked down to like the baby she was dressed as… it made her feel so utterly humiliated. Deep down, she hated herself for how much she loved being an adult baby. Now she had given this woman permission to train her little girl, in an effort to help her daughter get ahead in life, to become a dominatrix. Just the idea that she was allowing her to teach Olivia how to humiliate her was absolutely mind boggling to the forty one year old.

 

"On the table, Pammy!" Mommy ordered, slapped the top of the changing table with a folded up disposable. 

 

"Okay." Pamela heard herself respond as she stood up and got onto the padded surface of the table.  

 

Pamela laid back and tried to force herself to focus on the diaper change. However, her thoughts kept going back to the absurdity of the situation she had found herself in. While mommy opened her diaper and proceeded to wipe her, Pamela was fixated with how bad things had gotten with Olivia. She only wanted to get away for a day and then, once her mind was clear, she could see to fixing things, but now things were literally beyond her control. As mommy slid one of the bulky diapers underneath her ass, Pamela realized that she wasn't strong enough to help her daughter. 

 

'Maybe mommy is right. Maybe she can help set Olivia straight.'

 

A steady downpour of baby powder was poured into the interior of the diaper as Mommy studied Pamela's face. She could tell that the poor woman was struggling with the way things were going and decided to stay quiet as she tended to the diaper change. 

 

Never in her fifteen years of taking care of diapered adults had she ever gotten herself entangled in such a bizarre situation. Tending to that one Prince had been less bizarre and easier than this! It wasn't like the Queen had walked in on her changing him or something. 

 

Mommy sighed as she began rubbing in the powder to Pamela's hairless mound, applying it directly to her pussy and bottom. She watched Pamela smile and wanted her charge to enjoy her last few hours of care. However, she knew that this afternoon was only going to become even more uncomfortable for everyone involved once she went through with her plan. 

 

To Be Continued…

 

Want to find out what Mommy has planned for Olivia? Check out the latest 7,000wordw update on my Patreon and find out! If you can't afford $3 then no worries. Expect a new part to be posted in a week or so!

 

https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

 

 

[Josh23]

Love this! Why do I feel like Pam is gonna get closer to her daughter, in a way she doesn’t expect!

[Cya]

On 8/1/2020 at 5:41 AM, Josh23 said:

Love this! Why do I feel like Pam is gonna get closer to her daughter, in a way she doesn’t expect!

You might be onto something there, but only time will tell because I sure won't until the next post.

[Cya]

Pamela laid there feeling loved and content for the first time since her morning feeding. She found herself thinking about how this may have been her last diaper change and decided to truly soak in the experience. As she thought about the kind act being preformed on her she realized that there was something about being changed out of a wet diaper that defied explanation. She found that it was almost impossible to put into words what being taped into a dry diaper felt like emotionally.

 

 The whole process was akin to a bond forged in love,trust and understanding. For the person being changed it spoke louder than words ever could about the love and caring that the person changing the diaper had for the person being changed. The person being changed by another adult obviously trusted that adult enough to allow them to see themselves at their most vulnerable. 

 

However, what did the person changing the diaper get out of the scenario?

 

Pamela might've had the answer to that question, but she lost it long ago when her daughter had been potty trained. Even though Pamela was laying on an oversized changing table, legs spread wide due to an incredibly accurate recreation of a pair of pampers being fastened around her hips, she couldn't ignore the radiant maternal glow emanating off of her caregiver at that moment. There was the possibility that Mommy derived a feeling of power and possibly a sexual high by treating adults like babies, but the blond knew that couldn't be the sole reason why she cared for adults who wanted to be treated like babies. She was sure that there was a more pure reason as to why the woman cared for her, and countless others like her, in such an intimate and loving manner. 

 

This woman standing above her personified what it meant to be a mother and she was downright devoted to her title of "Mommy." Today was the first day, apart from when she first met her, that Pamela had ever seen her break character in person.

 

Most people who engaged in such relationships as this one were most likely aware of their position of power in the dynamic and fed off of it. Pamela couldn't ignore this fact, but it was blatantly obvious that the woman who she called "Mommy" was getting much more out of it than a feeling of dominating another person. Yes, there was money, Pamela paid plenty for her services, but that couldn't be the sole motivation for her seemingly endless maternal love and discipline. 

 

Mommy started humming as she pulled the front of the diaper up between the middle aged woman's powdered crotch. With the diaper in place, she ripped the large single tape from the right wing and brought it down over the center of the diaper. She repeated this process with the left wing, sealing the adult baby into her fresh pamper. 

 

She continued to hum as she walked over to the closet and pulled out a large replica of a Sunday dress much like the one Allison was currently wearing. As she held up the dress, inspecting it while simultaneously admiring it, she felt her spirit soar. 

 

Despite the impending hurdle which she was metaphorically approaching on today's nearly endless obstacle course, she took a moment to reflect and appreciate all the little things that were going on; She had a client's daughter babysitting for her while she tended to her troublesome charge! It felt exciting and seemed like a milestone moment, if not for the perplexing and vexing older teen standing in her living room, it might very well be the highlight of her career. 

 

As she walked back to the changing table, Mommy found herself thinking back on how she got into this line of work. It was the late eighties and she was in her early twenties. It seemed like she was destined to never have babies after months of struggling to get pregnant with her future husband. After almost a year of failure, she and her fiance decided to seek out professional help. It was in a small doctor's office that she found out something that shook her world, something that no one else knew about her except for her former lover and a doctor in New York; she was infertile. 

 

The poor woman now known simply as "Mommy" by many people could never truly be a mommy to anyone in the biological sense of the word. Her former fiance took the news surprisingly well compared to what could've been expected of other men and even tried his best to support her. He vowed to stay with her, but the relationship ultimately came to an end when she decided that she wasn't good enough to be his wife. 

 

During her emotionally turbulent mid twenties she lost touch with him as she abandoned almost everyone she knew in her life to devote herself entirely to her quest to become a mother. She looked through numerous magazines and called countless specialists. She even volunteered in various studies and had multiple tests performed on her, but scientific studies weren't very promising in those days and all the tests came back the same. The few friends and colleagues she knew were familiar with her baby fever and kept repeating themselves when the subject of babies was brought up, but the idea of getting a surrogate seemed too expensive and not exactly ideal for Mommy. 

 

As the years passed, she almost abandoned her dream of becoming a mother until she stumbled upon a website (many decades ago)  called "Diaper Pail Fraternity." It was a discovery that ultimately shaped who she was today. 

 

She quit working for the magazine and sold her art to get by as she practically jumped head first into the world of adult babies and the men and women who cared for them. The early nineties were a magical and intriguing time for her; every other day was a new adventure! She started connecting with people all over the world and made new friends and acquentences. Eventually, these connections helped her become a mommy in the most unexpected way possible. 

 

It was seemingly perfect. She babysat adults of all ages and got to be a mother to them in numerous ways. It started with spankings and diaper changes and gradually evolved from there. The faithful day she discovered lactation pills basically cemented her belief that she was truly a mother in both mind and body!

 

She babysat normal, every day people until she got her big break to babysit certain Hollywood actors. Things only picked up from there as she ended up landing a babysitting job for a certain Prince overseas. She bought a home with her earnings and used her connections in Hollywood to furnish her modest Mcmansion where she has been till this day.

 

It wasn't what she had planned, but it was perfect. She was truly fulfilled and the best part of it all was that she was able to give the babies "back" at the end of the day or, in some cases, week. 

 

However, this was not a perfect world and, instead of having babies which she could give back after she got her dose of maternal bliss, the current blond baby in her house was becoming far too adult for her to deal with. Pammy's personal problem was literally standing on the other side of the nursery's wall!

 

Taking in a deep breath she returned to the changing table and proceeded to dress Pammy. While adjusting Pamela's Peter Pan collar, she realized that she could overcome this situation. This may have been a very odd and complex entanglement of personalities and emotions, but it stemmed from poor parenting. Pammy's mother was a poor excuse for a mother and Pammy herself meant well, but didn't have the experience necessary to handle the girl, but after decades of dealing with brats, Mommy knew that she could handle this. After all, she was "Mommy" and no little brat was going to ruin what she had builf!

 

"Mommy, are you alright?" The pudgy blond asked. She couldn't help but notice that the woman who had just diapered and dressed her seemed a bit stressed. 

 

"I'm fine, Pammy." Mommy replied with a smile. "Thank you for asking."

 

Pamela felt herself being pulled into a hug as she sat with her bare legs dangling from the changing table. It seemed unexpected, but the middle aged mother happily hugged her back, enjoying the heartfelt embrace. 

 

"I wish things could have gone differently today, but these things happen for a reason and I think it'll all work out for the best." 

 

The blond nodded, not sure of why Mommy was acting a bit more emotional than usual. She was always firm but fair. Strict, but loving. The woman hugging her seemed almost too emotional to be the cool and in control mother she found herself looking up to during the past several years.

 

"Alright, Pammy. I want you to hop off the table and crawl outside to the playpen to play with the girls." Mommy explained clearly.

 

"But what about Olivia?" The blond asked.

 

"That's not a matter for little babies to worry about, Pamela." The use of her adult name told the attorney that her mommy was in full control once more. "You just leave everything to mommy. I'll take care of it."

 

Pamela nodded, her blond pigtails gently bouncing as she shook her head. With an unspoken agreement, the chubby oversized toddler lowered herself from the changing table and got down onto her hands and knees. 

 

"That's a good girl." The woman smiled before opening the door to the nursery, revealing Pamela to her visitors. "Now crawl for mommy."

 

Even though her daughter was staring right at her, Pamela marched forward on her hands and knees, confident in her Mommy's ability to reign in the wayward girl.

 

Olivia found herself staring once more at her slightly overweight mother who was crawling out into the living room. She was now wearing a very frilly dress that looked like something that her grandmother might've dressed her aunt and mother in back in the eighties from what she had seen in the old family photo albums. Regardless of how weird it was to see her mother dressed like a toddler going to Church, the older teen found herself relieved to see that the eccentric woman had kept her word and had dressed her mother in something that covered her breasts. 

 

Upon making her way up to the baby gate on the side of the oversized playpen, Pamela waited patiently as Mackenzie walked over to the infantile point of entry and opened the latch sealing the gate shut. The blond crawled past the younger redhead, her bulbous booty swishing a plastic symphony as the forty two year old made her way to the center of the crib. 

 

Olivia still couldn't believe that her mother, who had just crawled into an oversized playpen, was into this kind of thing. It was such a stark contrast to the woman who imposed strict rules on her and tried to control every aspect of her life. 

 

"Olivia, I'd like to speak with you privately, in the nursery." Mommy stated in a neutral tone.

 

All eyes fell on Olivia as the young woman stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do as she stared at the woman before ultimately making her way over to the door of the nursery. 

 

"We're just going to be a minute." Mommy said as she ushered Olivia through the door. "Mackenzie, please keep an eye on the girls and make sure they play nicely with one another."

 

To Be Continued...

 

 

For only a small pledge of $3 you can read the rest at my Patreon.

 

 

 

https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

[Cya]

 

Olivia stood there awkwardly inside the nursery as the odd woman gave instructions to the other older teen. While she stood there waiting for the Dommy Mommy, Olivia couldn't keep herself from marveling in morbid curiosity at the giant crib that occupied the corner of the room by the window. Not only did it look like the perfect recreation of a baby's crib, but it definitely appeared to be big enough to easily contain her if she somehow ended up trapped within the confines of the infantile wooden cage.

 

"You ready then?" Mommy asked with grin slowly spreading across her face.

 

"Umm, ready for what?" Olivia wondered aloud, truly caught off guard by the question.

 

"You're training of course." Mommy's grin became a toothy smile as she patted the surface of the changing table. 

 

"What does me getting on a table have to do with learning how to babysit adults pretending to be babies?" 

 

"How can you truly understand their needs if you've never been in their position?" Mommy asked as Olivia raised her eyebrows.

 

At that precise moment Olivia spotted the stacks of diapers beneath the top of the table and realized what the crazy older woman had in mind.

 

"No!" Olivia exclaimed. "There's no way I'm going to wear a diaper!"

 

Olivia's response came out a bit louder than she expected, but she didn't care. There was simply no way she was going to allow this weird woman to diaper her. She was not going to be dressed up like her mother!

 

"Olivia," Mommy stated in a gentle voice before continuing, "even I had to do this to understand how my clients felt."

 

"You've got to be joking."

 

"No. I'm not. I'm being serious." Mommy replied.

 

"You're just trying to get me into your freaky fetish!" The blond pouted. 

 

"Olivia, I pretend to be a mommy. Why would I want to dress up like a baby?" Mommy asked before answering her own question, "I'll let you in on a little secret; I don't get anything out of wearing a diaper. I'm a mommy, remember? I had to do it many years ago to gain an understanding of my babies. How else would I know the right amount of powder to use during a diaper change. How would I know what clothes to buy for them and which ones were warm as opposed to just being for show?"

 

"I guess that makes sense, but why do I have to do it?" Olivia whined, her arms crossed. 

 

"Because I'm not going to hold your hand when you eventually start babysitting your own clientele. You need to get an idea about how they feel. It's the first step in your training and I dare say that it's the most important step." Mommy explained. 

 

Olivia sighed, "fine, but I'm undressing myself!"

 

"That's fine." Mommy acquaintanced. 

 

It was better to let the young woman think she had some control in this situation than to gamble by pushing the envelope and have her walk out the door still having the upper hand. Mommy knew that this was a delicate dance since Olivia was quite stubborn, but once she had the young woman diapered, she would hold all of the cards and thus be able to work everything out in an agreeable manner for all parties involved. 

 

The blond had already taken off her boots by the time mommy looked her over. Olivia stopped herself from taking off her top when she noticed that she was being watched.

 

"Would you mind?"

 

"You've got nothing that I haven't seen before, young lady." Mommy replied.

 

Olivia sighed, muttering something under her breath as she lifted up her top and pulled it up over her arms before throwing it onto the wood floor. She then shimmied herself out of her tight fitting blue Jeans and paused for a minute once they were laying on the ground. The blond suddenly felt exposed as she stood in front of the older woman in nothing but her bra and panties. It wasn't like this was the first time she had ever undressed in front of another woman. Years of Physical Education in school had gotten her fairly used to changing her clothes in a locker room surrounded by girls, but this was different. This wasn't some lousy old locker room; this was an upsized baby's nursery!

 

"Now don't be shy." Mommy smiled as she ushered the younger woman over to the changing table. 

 

Olivia didn't really have anything to say as she made her way over to the padded table that was supposed to be a changing table. She simply stayed quiet, opting to get on the table herself instead of being helped up onto it. The surface was cold, but kind of slick. It reminded her of vinyl.

 

"Hey! I can do that!" Olivia cried out as she felt Mommy's hands immediately begin unfastening her bra.

 

"Then why didn't you?" Mommy asked playfully as she pulled the bra off of the girl and dropped it onto the floor. 

 

Once more Olivia pouted and tried to think of an excuse, but the simple truth of the matter was that she felt too embarrassed to strip herself completely naked in front of this woman. She wasn't exactly stacked like her mother or this bizarre Dommy Mommy, but she couldn't willingly take her bra off without a bit of help. 

 

With a gently but firm hand, Olivia slowly found herself laying on her back. It wasn't until she felt the woman's fingers hooking their way around the waistband of her panties that Olivia had a sudden realization.

 

"Why do I need to be naked to do this!? Couldn't I just wear my underwear underneath the diaper and whatever else you're gonna dress me in?"

 

Mommy momentarily ignored the question and slowly continued lowering the satin black panties down the blond's legs. 

 

Once the black panties joined the bra on the floor, Mommy answered her question with another question of her own; "Since when do babies wear bras and panties?"

 

Olivia sulked and found herself with her legs in the air as the older woman bent over and grabbed something from beneath the surface of the table. With apprehension in her heart Olivia shut her eyes, not wanting to see the garment that she knew she was going to be forced to wear. 

 

"Time for the powder!" Mommy cooed as she looked down at the young woman on the table who had shut her eyes. 

 

Mommy started powdering the girl's bottom and had to admit to herself that this was a rather interesting change of pace. It had been over a decade since she had a client who wasn't even old enough to drink. In such a long period of time she must've forgotten that look of genuine embarrassment and utter humiliation. Most of her clients had long outgrown that phase, having grown comfortable with her tending to their infantile needs, but this was different; this was Olivia's first diaper. 

 

How many people can say that they diapered a person for the first time? After all, most adult babies have diapered themselves before seeking out a mommy or daddy to do it for them. With thought in mind, Mommy felt truly privileged.

 

Olivia opened her eyes, completely surprised by the feeling of the older woman's hand working the talcum powder into her bottom and exposed sex. It was bad enough that she was naked on a changing table, waiting for a diaper to be taped onto her, but the sensations she was feeling as her new teacher started rubbing in the baby powder made her blush three shades of crimson.

 

As Mommy's hands continued to wander over her bottom and down to her outer thighs, Olivia found herself mentally repeating a mantra, 'I'm doing this for the money. I'm doing this for the power i'll have over mom!'

 

Her focus was broken as the older woman unfurled a loud, crinkly thing before laying it out underneath her freshly powdered ass. Olivia's eyes flew open just in time to see that the woman, who had just powdered her, was lowering her bottom  down onto the thick padding of a diaper! She suddenly started squirming and whining to herself.

 

"Olivia, if you don't stop squirming, I'll have to spank you." Mommy stated in a firm tone.

 

"You wouldn't dare!"

 

"You're on a changing table, Olivia. I could flip you over and spank your butt until you were crying for Pammy to come help you."

 

Olivia knew that Mommy wasn't bluffing. The look in her eyes said as much and the blond knew that she couldn't do anything to stop the woman. Deep down inside, she knew that she could simply get up and walk away, but the way this woman spoke to her made the entire situation seem so much more serious and real. It was almost like she was a little girl again and was arguing with her mother. However, unlike her real mother, this woman backed her words with promises of discipline for disobedience. It was enough to keep her frozen in place until the tapes were fastened shut, sealing the petite girl into her brand new Huggies.

 

Olivia felt the tips of Mommy's fingers brush against the inner part of her thighs and she finally found her voice.

 

"What are you doing?!" 

 

"Calm down. I'm just adjusting the leak guards, making sure that they're working properly." Mommy explained as she finished fiddling with the leak guards and gave the young woman's diaper a nice pat.

 

"Leak guards? Do you really think I'm going to piss myself on purpose?" Olivia couldn't help but cross her arms while she frowned. Even though she was trying to look mature and serious, she failed to do either and looked like an overgrown brat.

 

"I'm sorry, force of habit. You don't change diapers for over twenty years and suddenly stop midway through." Mommy halfheartedly apologized. She didn't really expect the bratty blond to wet herself, but if it somehow did happen, it would be not only an added bonus, but an amazing attitude adjustment for the young woman.

 

Olivia laid there on the table, gently adjusting her legs and feeling the bulk of her new underwear as she watched the older woman walk over to a large wardrobe. 'She better be getting me something to wear.' Olivia thought as she continued to shift her bottom around to get a feel for just how thick the pad strapped to her ass was. The interior of the diaper was starting to get a bit too warm and humid for the girl to handle so she stopped wiggling her crotch around.

 

"Here we are!" Mommy cooed as she held up a yellow shirt dotted with cartoons. "This will look adorable on you!"

 

Olivia peered between her legs to see the older woman returning from the closest holding a tiny little yellow shirt and an oddly shaped, folded up yellow and white garment. She laid her head back down on the vinyl surface and stared up at the ceiling. 'How did I get myself into this again?! I just wanted to blackmail my mom and get some cash!' Olivia mentally lamented her choices as the woman called Mommy grew closer until she stood over the blond.

 

"You don't have to help Mommy if you don't want to." 

 

Olivia considered laying there just to spite the woman, but ultimately thought better of it and quickly sat up. The last thing she wanted to do was prove this insane woman right!

 

"Good girl. Now, lift your arms." Mommy cooed. 

 

Olivia kept still, only raising her arms up as she was directed. The shirt was easily lowered down until it stopped just above her diaper. Olivia instantly felt relieved to have her breasts once more covered. She was no prude, but she was far from an exhibitionist. Honestly, she had no idea how her mother could debase herself like that. 

 

"Okay. Now let's get some cute little booties on your tootsies." Mommy babbled in baby talk. 

 

As the young woman's feet were lifted up and individually slipped into the cotton yellow and white colored shoes, the blond couldn't believe how the older woman had slipped into such a maternal head space so quockly. It literally sounded like she was talking to a baby and the fact that she was supposed to be that baby only made Olivia renew her blushing. 

 

'Why does she have to talk to me like that?'

 

"Now you're all dressed and ready to play with your sister and her friend!" Mommy announced in a sing song voice to the mortified young woman sitting in front of her.

 

Ignoring the comment about her mother being her "sister", Olivia didn't hesitate to voice her concerns about her lack of underwear. 

 

"But what about some pants or shorts or something? Everyone can see my dia- underwear." The blond corrected herself. She was not going to say the "D" word if she could help it.

 

"Okay, sweetie. I suppose that's not a bad idea." Mommy replied and pulled out 

some kind of translucent underwear from underneath the surface of the changing table. 

 

"What's that supposed to cover?" The annoyed blond asked as she stared at the see through panties that were held only mere inches from her face.

 

"Your diaper, silly. I don't normally put plastic pants over a disposable, but I figured that I would accommodate your wishes to cover your diaper." Mommy smiled, knowing that the diaper cover wouldn't really be covering much of anything. 

 

Olivia sighed and lifted her legs. The weird almost latex like material slowly slid up her legs until Mommy realised the elastic waistband, sealing her into her diaper with a snap. She felt like a doll, but unlike the hot Barbie doll that she looked like only minutes before, she felt like she was a Betsie Wetsie doll that was now sealed into a diaper. Not only did the plastic pants make her already humid crotch grow hotter, but the elastic leak guards dug into her thighs, irritating her soft skin and making her frown as she realized that she was now truly dressed like a baby.

 

"Oh!" Mommy exclaimed. "I almost forgot about the most important part!"

 

The older woman quickly ran over to the wardrobe and dug around for a few seconds until she fished out the sought after item. With the mystery item crumbled  in her hand, Mommy turned around and made her way back to the blond on the changing table. 

 

Olivia had no idea what the woman had in store for her.

 

"What's in your hand?"

 

"Why it's your adorable baby bow!" Mommy announced as she fixed the yellow clip of bow to the base of the young woman's pony tail.

 

The blond scowled at Mommy as the older woman finished fiddling with the bow.

 

"Well, if you don't like that, maybe I should just send you out there in nothing but your pampers?" Mommy offered.

 

"No!" Olivia cried before calming down and regaining control over her voice. "No, that won't be necessary."

 

"That's a good girl."

 

'Even if I'm dressed in an outfit meant for a baby, it's still better than being paraded around topless in front of everyone.' Olivia had to remind herself as she helped off of the table. 

 

"On the floor Olivia."

 

"But why? I don't wanna crawl around like my mom!" Olivia whined. She knew she was walking on thin ice, but she didn't want to be brought down to her mother's level of infancy.

 

"My babies crawl for me and so will you, young lady." Mommy explained as she stared at the defiant teen. 

 

 

"But I'm not a baby!" The blond pouted.

 

"I'm actually being very lenient right now with you, Olivia. I could've made you get down on your hands and knees in front of the girls, but I thought it would be better for you to come out crawling instead." 

 

"But-" Olivia was cut off as Mommy stuck a large pacifier into her mouth.

 

"Now, I'm only going to say this one more time. You'll get down on the floor and crawl out into the living room play area of your own volition. If you don't, I'll happily strip you down to your diaper, drag you out there by your ear and spank your little butt in front of everyone. Do I make myself clear?" Mommy's stern tone returned, signifying to the blond that she meant business

 

"Cwystal" Olivia lisped from behind the binky and got down onto the wooden floor. 

 

The view in front of Olivia changed from a solid wooden door to a view of the playpen in the living room as Mommy opened the door. Olvia stood there on all fours, frozen by fear until the older woman patted the back of her diaper, ushering her to move forward. As she crawled forward,  she could see that everyone was now staring at her. Olivia's initial nervousness began to wane, being rabidly replaced by obvious indignation. She was now the newest main attraction in this circus; a dolled up spectacle! 

 

"Good girl!" Olivia heard the eccentric woman praise her from behind as she moved slowly forward on her hands and knees. The hardwood floor definitely irritated her knees, but not as much as the plastic pants that kept shifting and digging into her pristine thighs with every move she made.

 

Finally, she arrived at the baby gate and found herself waiting for Mackenzie to let her in. The sight of the redheaded teenager, who was still dressed normally, filled the blond's heart with jealousy. 'Why doesn't this bitch have to wear a diaper?' Olivia wondered as the other girl opened the baby gate.

 

Olivia crawled into the enclosure and immediately noticed something that she didn't like. As if she was adding insult to injury Olivia realized that the crazy diapering dominatrix had dressed her to look like she was the youngest of the group! Which may have been true in regards to actual ages in the room, but that didn't mean that she wanted to be dressed like a giant one year old! Not wanting to face any of the other women the blond opted to lean against the wall and sulk in the corner, away from the other baby woman and her mom. 

 

To Be Continued...

 

 

For only a small pledge of $3 you can read the rest at my Patreon.

 

 

 

 

https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

 

 

 

 

[Babytom948]

A few incorrect words(Acquaintanced,Crumbles) used,but a great story.

[Cya]

On 9/2/2020 at 5:39 PM, Babytom948 said:

A few incorrect words(Acquaintanced,Crumbles) used,but a great story.

Yeah, it happens when my phone auto writes these words when I'm in the middle of a session, but that's just the drawback of writing on my phone. That being said, I'm really happy to hear that you're enjoying my story!

It's been a little over a year since I started writing this story. What a journey it has been and we're almost at tha end. I'd love to hear what you guys think of this crazy suburban diapered soap Opera. 

 

----

 

 

Olivia sulked in the corner, staring at her pastel pink colored booties, not wanting to be seen dressed this way. 'How did I go from having the upper hand over mom to being stuck in this damn playpen dressed like an overgrown baby?'

While the blond wondered where her blackmail plan had gone astray, her mother sat not too far away trying to figure out what she was going to do with her life now that her daughter knew her secret. Normally, she would be playing with blocks or some random noise maker, having a blast, but not today; this wasn't a normal day for the middle aged mother. The afterglow of a loving diaper change had faded into the harsh reality she found herself in. The pit of her stomach felt endless, her head was just barely starting to get over the painful ache that had been pervasively plaguing her thoughts. Speaking of her thoughts, they were starting to focus on the here and now. 

She started to analyze her situation; She was diapered and so was her daughter. It was almost like she was living something out of a bad diaper story, which she herself was guilty of reading every now and then, but unlike the stories on Weeklywaddlers, neither mother or daughter were enjoying themselves. Her daughter knew everything about her hidden fantasy life and had tried to blackmail her "mommy"... it was beyond words. It was like she was living out a nightmare in real time.

The older blond found herself trying to ignore her stressful thoughts by staring at the two redheads who were busy happily playing with one another. Mackenzie's voice could be heard making funny voices for the dolls while her mother giggled and played along. The two made their dolls "walk" around and act out various scenes. 

 Pamela would never admit it, but she was consumed by jealousy. Jealous of the bond that those two women shared. Unlike her daughter, that Mackenzie girl was more than happy to be around her mother even though the older woman wore a diaper no less! It just showed how strong their bond was. 

Now, Pamela didn't exactly want Olivia to be involved in her fetish, but seeing the two women, who were related by blood, interact so sweetly and wholesomely made her heart ache. It was almost like she was watching an episode of the Twilight Zone. Everything she had ever wanted was playing out before her very eyes; replace the diaper for a dress and turn back the clock on both Allison and Mackenzie by roughly a decade and a half and this would be exactly how Pamela and Olivia used to spend their afternoons together. They had trust, they cared for one another and Pamela could see that Mackenzie was doing her best to keep her mother comfortable in such an awkward situation. 

With a sigh, Pamela shifted her gaze back over to where her daughter was sulking in the corner. The sight of her daughter dressed like a toddler, made the middle aged mom feel a weird mixture of righteousness and sadness. She felt sad that her daughter didn't love her or care about her. The righteousness came from how the girl had been behaving; she had acted like a spoiled brat and "Mommy" had put her in her place. After all, Pamela didn't ask for her daughter to come barging into her secret life. The blond told herself that only Olivia was to blame for putting herself into this position. It wasn't her business and she had made it her business by coming over here. Pamela had done everything in her power to hide her secret over the years from her husband, but who would've ever imagined that her own daughter would find out her shameful secret?

The fact that the older blond had put herself in such a precarious situation during the course of this turbulent day never seemed to come to her thoughts. Nor did it register to her that her daughter had more in common with her than just the diapers they now wore. She failed to acknowledge that her daughter was only doing what she herself would do in any situation; try to get the upper hand. Maybe she could have done things differently in raising Olivia, but the truth of the matter was plain for anyone with eyes to see; She had raised a strong young woman who didn't back down. It was only obvious that a household couldn't have two strong women under one roof. Which was why their relationship suffered. 

Why couldn't Pamela see the parallels in her relationship with her mother when compared to her relationship between herself and her daughter? Her overly demanding career had definitely given her less time to contemplate things, possibly blinding her to the truth, but sometimes people just didn't want to see the facts that existed in plain sight. She hated her own mother so much that she couldn't even imagine that she had become the very thing she despised; she had become Eleanor Vickers.

Only hours earlier she was behaving just as poorly as any tantrum throwing toddler when she had struck Ally. Now, she was simply a diapered adult whose thoughts focused on her daughter and how she could come out on top in this bizarre situation while putting her daughter in her place. 

'It would be nice if she would at least apologize to me for sticking her nose where it didn't belong.' Pamela thought to herself. 

"And then Mrs. Moppet goes-"

The sound of Mackenzie's cheery voice came to a sudden stop as Ally dropped the doll she was holding. 

"Uggh" Ally groaned, her hands instantly went for her stomach.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Mackenzie asked, her voice deadly serious. 

"Stomach hurts." Ally grimaced, her hands wrapped around her petite tummy. 

"Are you sick?" Mackenzie thought aloud.

"No, I'm not- sick." Ally struggled to reply.

"Are you sure? Maybe you had something that didn't agree with you?" Mackenzie replied, thinking aloud.

"I need to get to a toilet." Ally answered in a labored voice. 

"Umm, Mommy?" Mackenzie inwardly cursed herself for not getting the woman's real name as she called out to the dominatrix. "Can you tell me where the bathroom is?"

The woman simply known as Mommy looked up from her phone, surprised to hear anyone ask her for the bathroom. It took her a few seconds, but it suddenly dawned on her that Allison's daughter wasn't diapered. 

"It's down the hall and to the right, but I'll have to unlock it for you."

"Thank you, but it's my mom who needs to go."

Mommy stood up from her cushioned chair and walked over to the edge of the playpen and gave Allison a cursory glance. Part of her wanted to further punish Ally by refusing to allow her the privilege to use the bathroom. She wanted to tell the young woman that her petulant, middle aged toddler of a mother was wearing her bathroom, but she ultimately gave in since Mackenzie was literally standing right in front of her. That, and Allison had behaved like a perfect angel since her daughter showed up. 

So, she would allow the woman to preserve her dignity, but would she offer Olivia or Pamela the same courtesy? 

 

Probably not. 

 

"My baby is growing up." Mommy cooed as she opened the baby gate and waited for Ally to start walking over.

However, when Ally tried to get up and couldn't even get to her feet, Mommy knew that things were going to get messy. The redhead had stopped midway when her midsection was rocked by a severe cramp. Her right hand was currently pressed firmly into the soft floor of the playpen, holding her upright, while her left hand clenched her gut. Mommy had seen this before, the forty two year old was trying not to shit herself and was utterly failing to stop nature from running its course. 

"Mom, you can do it." Mackenzie cheered in a gentle voice as she offered her hand to her mother.

"I- I don't think I can make it!" Allison cried out as tears started trickling down her face.

A rapid series of short farts escaped from the forty two year old's clenched bottom. Her diaper did a poor job of muffling her flatulence and she instantly looked up to see a bewildered Olivia and a rather smug Pamela staring at her. Averting her gaze, the redhead found herself staring at the floor as the inner lining of her diaper grew warm from her bladder releasing itself. Allison couldn't stop herself from sighing as the wet torrent was absorbed by her diaper. The pressure in her gut subsided only slightly and her momentary respite was short lived as her bottom quivered. 

Mackenzie wasn't purposely staring at her Mother's diaper, she waiting for her to stand, but she couldn't help but see the disposable garment start drooping down, turning a slightly discolored shade as it began to fill up. The only thing that surprised her more than the fact that her mother was pissing herself was the realism of the diaper itself. The damn diaper's designs on the front were actually fading away! 

'Mom peed herself, but why was she still straining unless-' the eighteen year old had an unwanted epiphany, but knew what she had to do.

"Mom, if you can't get to the toilet I don't care. I'll still love you! I hate to see you in pain because of me. I know you're embarrassed, but I'm not going to leave if you have an accident in your diaper." The younger Mcdougall explained in a calm voice.

Hearing those words lifted a huge weight off of Allison's chest. She still had to mess herself, in a room filled with grown women no less, but the fear of her mess causing her daughter to freak out and run away was gone. The reassuring words that Mackenzie had spoken to her were enough to help her finish what her body had started. With a sigh, the forty two year old mother scrunched up her face as she bit down on the digit in her mouth and pushed with everything she had.

An eruption of unladylike sounds echoed from her diapered bottom and pierced the silence of the living room. All eyes were staring at her in disbelief: Olivia couldn't even comprehend that she had just watched a grown woman willingly shit herself while her mother struggled to believe that Mackenzie had not only stuck around but encouraged Allison to mess herself. Even Mommy was stunned by Mackenzie's calm and cool demeanor. 

With a lumpy mess sagging from her backside, Allison popped her glistening and wet thumb from her mouth and tried to ask for help when the gravity of the situation finally became apparent to her; she had just pooped herself in front of two strangers and her daughter! She wanted to cry. She needed to be changed and consoled, but the diapered mother couldn't think of what to say. 'Will Mommy take me to the Nursery and change me or would she be mean and change me out here in front of everyone?!'

"I'm going to need some wipes and a new diaper."

Once more Mackenzie stunned everyone when she opened her mouth. Was she really going to change her mother?!

 

To Be Continued...

 

 

I just posted another chapter up on my Patreon of you can't wait to see what happens next.

 

https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

 

 

(I truly despise the site update. Gave me a legitimate headache trying to post this...)

 

[Guilend]

I bet the humiliation of using her diaper in front of her daughter has her wet with more then just pee. I am curious if she can hide that excitement from her daughter as she wipes her clean or if her daughter will discover it before even getting her mother's diaper open when she puts a bit to put pressure on the front of her diaper while telling her how wet her Pampers are. I'm also curious if the daughter realizes that this fetish means it turns her mother on and that at any time her mother could be sexually aroused right there in front of her and that she herself might be the cause of it due to her treating her like a baby. Great story.

[Cya]

On 10/2/2020 at 1:46 AM, Guilend said:

I bet the humiliation of using her diaper in front of her daughter has her wet with more then just pee. I am curious if she can hide that excitement from her daughter as she wipes her clean or if her daughter will discover it before even getting her mother's diaper open when she puts a bit to put pressure on the front of her diaper while telling her how wet her Pampers are. I'm also curious if the daughter realizes that this fetish means it turns her mother on and that at any time her mother could be sexually aroused right there in front of her and that she herself might be the cause of it due to her treating her like a baby. Great story.

Well, she definitely is fighting a lot of her emotions and you are correct that she gets excited during diaper changes. However, we will have to see what happens next.

[Guilend]

51 minutes ago, Cya said:

Well, she definitely is fighting a lot of her emotions and you are correct that she gets excited during diaper changes. However, we will have to see what happens next.

I joined your patreon so I've already read the next chapter lol I couldn't help myself lol

[Cya]

On 10/7/2020 at 4:20 AM, Guilend said:

I joined your patreon so I've already read the next chapter lol I couldn't help myself lol

I saw that and I really appreciate your support! Expect the next part near the end of the month. I'm currently writing a few other Patreon only stories that will be posted on here sooner or later.

[Cya]

Allison looked directly into her daughter's eyes, not believing that her daughter had just said that she would need wipes and powder. 

 

The voice of the woman simply called "mommy" interrupted her thoughts as she spoke up.

 

"Mackenzie, you don't have to change your mother. That's my-" The older woman tried to explain before being cut off by the younger girl. 

 

"No, she's my mother and it's my job to make sure she's happy and taken care of. I will do anything for her." Mackenzie replied, her tone sincere and firm.

 

Allison was shocked that her daughter would even offer to stay in the room with her after what had happened only mere moments ago, but the fact that she wanted to change her dirty diaper was too much for her to even comprehend. It didn't make sense. "Mackenzie, let her change me. It's fine."

 

The younger Mcdougall looked at her mother who was obviously uncomfortable and nervous. Numerous memories of her mother being sick flooded her mind, reminding Mackenzie of all the times she had been there to take care of her mother. She remembered hugging her mother whenever she needed it after her father had left. She recalled the year her mother had a terrible flu. She had brought her water and cough medicine, but she had done more than bring her fluids and medicine. She had cooked her mother soup and spoon fed her the warm noodles and broth. Then, once her mother was fed, she had tucked her into bed and turned up the heat on those cold nights when a stubborn flu fought her Mother's health. She had done all of this when she was just a freshman in high school. 

 

With these visions of the past cementing her resolve, Mackenzie knew what she had to do. 

 

Ally watched as her daughter reached forward. She could feel her daughter's hand under her chin, lifting her head slightly up and making her look the girl in the eyes.

 

"Mom, I've always been there for you and I'm not going to let someone take care of you when I'm perfectly capable of doing what she does. Who took care of you whenever you got sick? Who has always been there for you?" Mackenzie asked before adding, "just give me a chance, mom. I promise that I can handle this."

 

A lone tear trickled down Allison's eye as she remembered that terrible flu that had almost taken her life, but had also forged such a strong bond between them. She was forced to contemplate just what her daughter was willing to do for her. It didn't seem right, but that was only because she was gauging it based on what was normal. Was it normal for a daughter to be so devoted to their mothers? Possibly, but in this day and age it was rare and she knew that she was lucky to have Mackenzie.

 

Allison had made up her mind, but didn't didn't know how she should answer the question. Should she speak to her daughter as her mother or like the baby she was currently dressed as? 

 

"I trust you, Mackenzie." The middle aged mother stated with love in her voice.

 

She didn't exactly want her daughter to change her, but she did trust her with all of her heart and didn't want to offend her daughter by refusing her offer to help her. 

 

"Thanks, mom. I won't let you down!"

 

Allison nodded in agreement and started shifting her weight towards the ground as she slowly landed on her knees. She didn't want to sit on her poop covered bottom or to even lay in it. Still, the middle aged woman knew that it was a fruitless endeavor because she had to lay down to get her diaper changed. With a deep breath she put her hands on the ground to readjust herself and to ultimately sit on her poopy padded bottom.

 

A simple squish, almost unnoticeable if you weren't listening for it, came from the redhead's perfectly toned bottom as she sat on her butt and her mess enveloped her cheeks. She sighed and laid back, ready to get out of this nasty old diaper.

 

"Comfortable?" 

 

The voice of her only child filed her ears, reminding her that the only way she would be getting out of her poopy pamper was by allowing her Darling daughter to change her. She had been so focused on maneuvering around in a drooping doo doo filled diaper that she had momentarily forgotten about her daughter who was now hovering over her, eager to prove herself. 

 

Allison found herself feeling vulnerable as she gazed up at her daughter, unsure of if she really wanted to go through with this. She could voice her objections and hurt her daughter's feelings, but before she could even consider doing that her daughter had reached for the front of her adult sized pampers and ripped off the adhesive strips holding her huge Huggies taped together. A swift hand pulled down the thick, plastic coated garment, exposing her poop covered pussy to everyone in the room. 

 

"Mackenzie! Nooo!" Ally whined and quickly moved her hands to cover herself from her daughter's eyes. 

 

However, Mackenzie wasn't going to take no for an answer. She brushed Ally's hands away. "Don't tell me that you like your dirty diaper. Is that it?"

 

Ally couldn't help but blush as she shook her head from side to side. She definitely didn't like wearing a dirty diaper in front of her daughter!

 

"Then be a good girl and let me change your poopy butt." Mackenzie replied in a babyish tone.

 

Allison laid there with her hands hovering over her stomach. She wanted to be a good girl and get out of this destroyed disposable, but it was just too much. She didn't want her daughter to see her naked!

 

"I think I have something here that should help you feel better." Mackenzie smiled and grabbed the teething ring that laid close by. She dangled the colorful ring of plastic just above her Mother's face until the older woman was grabbing at it. 

 

"Mine!" The baby within Ally proclaimed as she grabbed the teething ring from her daughter's hands. She barely held her prize for more than a second before she stuck it into her mouth.

 

"That's my good girl." Mackenzie praised her mother who happily sucked on the toddler toy. 

 

With her mother entertained and distracted, the eighteen year old used her hands to push apart her mother's thighs. Keeping her legs spread wide, Mackenzie reached for the tub of baby wipes that the woman of the house had placed next to her just moments ago and grabbed one of the wipes. She took the baby wipe and ran it over her mother's pussy, which made the older woman shiver from the icy touch of the wipe.

 

All at once, the touch of her daughter's hand caused Ally to pull the teething toy from her mouth and shudder as she felt an icy sensation between her legs. It only lasted for a brief second, but it was enough to remind the woman about what she was going through. 

 

How could she have given in so easily to her Little side? Maybe deep down she really wanted to be cared for unconditionally and didn't care who did it? Still, her mind was focused once more and it didn't help that her daughter was lifting her up by her ankles to run another wipe through her ass crack. 

 

"Ugghh." A grunt escaped from Allison's mouth as Mackenzie gently circled her anus with the wipe.

 

"It's okay, baby. I'm just trying to make sure you're all nice and clean down there for your new diapee!" Mackenzie cooed while using her free hand to push a pacifier into her mother's mouth.

 

Allison nodded, accepting the pacifier as she braced herself for the next wipe. It was going to be a long diaper change, that much she knew for sure. 

 

As Mackenzie continued to wipe her mother, both Olivia and Pamela were sitting there stunned. The younger blond thought that this girl was batshit crazy while the older blond couldn't help but wonder if Mommy had brought this girl in on purpose. There was simply no way that Mackenzie wasn't a professional!

 

While the two Whiterford's wondered about Mackenzie, Mommy watched the eighteen year old closely. It was obvious that this was the first time the girl had ever changed a diaper, but she had to give the young woman credit for distracting her mother with the teething toy. Only women well versed in the ABDL subculture could come up with something like that. Regardless of the girl's experience with diapers, she was definitely a natural. 

 

"Here comes the snow!" Mackenzie proclaimed as she started shaking the bottle of baby powder over her mother's cleaned bottom.

 

 

Ally smiled as the familiar aroma of talcum powder spread throughout the air as it covered her shaved crotch. Her smile slowly turned into a neutral expression when her daughter started to rub the powder into her skin.

 

"Dun win Id in." Ally lisped around her pacifier.

 

Mommy and Mackenzie both laughed at her infantile response. 

 

"Lift your butt up, baby girl." Mackenzie ordered in a sweet voice.

 

The older woman lifted her hips up slightly, allowing her daughter to slide a diaper under her toned tush. She noticed that Mackenzie kept adjusting the diaper until it was positioned just perfectly underneath her ass.

 

"You can lower your bottom now, baby." Mackenzie giggled.

 

Allison did as she was told and felt her now clean bottom touch the thick pillow like padding.

 

"Good girl. Let's get you all diapered up."

 

As Mackenzie started fastening the new diaper around her mother's hips, the older woman felt a strange sense of calm and tranquility wash over her. The interior of the diaper was so soft and pleasant. It was constantly caressing her butt in an unrivaled pillow of pleasure and bulk. 

 

 A firm pat on the front of her diapered crotch told Allison that her daughter had finished diapering her. 

 

"There we go! All diapered up and ready to play!" Mackenzie said with a grin.

 

It was obvious to Allison that her daughter was proud of the job she did. A bit of pride welled up in her heart. 'She's going to be a great mother when she has babies of her own to take care of.' It was a weird thought to have, especially considering that Mackenzie had just changed her diaper, but she knew it was true.

 

"Thank you, Mackenzie. You did a great job!"

 

"Thanks mom!" The younger girl was absolutely glowing. 

 

"So, what should we do now?"

 

To Be Continued…

 

 

 

Want to read why Mackenzie changedher mother's diaper? The next is up on my Patreon. It's an emotional rollercoaster. 

 

 

https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

 

 

[YourFNF]

On 5/15/2020 at 10:20 PM, Cya said:

Who would want to be treated like a baby anyway? Even though she couldn't possibly understand why her mother was doing this kind of thing behind her dad's back, the thought of being able to use this new found information to her advantage was quite tantalizing. With the mere utterance of her mother's secret, she was sure she could force her mom to give her money whenever she wanted it.

 

Wow that is fucked up... Why do I feel like this is going to be a checkovian setup for some karmic payback?

[YourFNF]

On 6/14/2020 at 11:09 AM, Cya said:

The woman called Mommy focused her sharp blue eyes onto Olivia's green eyes. "You know something Olivia? You're right. All I really have to do is call the cops on your mother. Have her taken from her in a diaper and a towel wrapped around her upper body. Word will spread when the neighbors see that spectacle unfold in front of my house. Then, It's only a matter of time before everyone knows about how she spends her free time wearing a diaper and hitting strangers. A hot-headed attorney, who strikes random people while indulging in her fetish...that isn't going to look good in the court of public opinion." Mommy paused, letting that fact sink in before continuing. "Take her off my hands, Olivia, learn a lifelong trade that will always bring in money and empower you to be your own woman."

 

"Fine!" Olivia sighed. "But I'm not changing dirty diapers."

 

I got to say this does not seem healthy.

[YourFNF]

On 9/1/2020 at 3:34 PM, Cya said:

"Umm, ready for what?" Olivia wondered aloud, truly caught off guard by the question.

 

"You're training of course." Mommy's grin became a toothy smile as she patted the surface of the changing table. 

 

"What does me getting on a table have to do with learning how to babysit adults pretending to be babies?" 

 

"How can you truly understand their needs if you've never been in their position?" Mommy asked as Olivia raised her eyebrows.

 

And that loud bang is Chekhov's gun firing

[YourFNF]

On 10/1/2020 at 10:53 PM, Cya said:

"I'm going to need some wipes and a new diaper."

Once more Mackenzie stunned everyone when she opened her mouth. Was she really going to change her mother?!

 

To Be Continued...

Okay Mackenzie is the real MVP and a natural Mommy

[Cya]

On 11/15/2020 at 5:28 PM, YourFNF said:

I got to say this does not seem healthy.

Olivia and Pamela's relationship isn't exactly the best. The dominatrix/"mommy" knows this because Pamela regularly confides in her. So, "mommy" is trying to help the girl while getting rid of a problem (Pamela).

On 11/15/2020 at 6:30 PM, YourFNF said:

Okay Mackenzie is the real MVP and a natural Mommy

She is definitely a natural, but you'll see in the next chapter that she isn't exactly excited to do certain things. 

 

Thank you so much for reading my story! I really appreciate your feedback too!

[YourFNF]

2 hours ago, Cya said:

Olivia and Pamela's relationship isn't exactly the best. The dominatrix/"mommy" knows this because Pamela regularly confides in her. So, "mommy" is trying to help the girl while getting rid of a problem (Pamela).

She is definitely a natural, but you'll see in the next chapter that she isn't exactly excited to do certain things. 

 

Thank you so much for reading my story! I really appreciate your feedback too!

Welcome ?

[Cya]

I apologize for the long delay. The last few months have not been very kind to me. Hopefully, you enjoy this chapter, but it is rather heavy...

 

 

---

 

"I don't know. We already played with the dolls." Allison replied. 

Mackenzie tried to think of something fun they could do together when she heard someone walking up to the playpen. The younger McDougall turned around to see the woman of the house standing over the railing of the mesh lined, plastic pen. She stood there staring at all of the adult sized rugrats. 

"I don't know about you girls, but I think it's time little Miss Olivia learns about baby food." The older woman stated with a smile. 

"What?! Hell no! There's no way I'm eating baby food!" Olivia exclaimed as she looked up from her lap.

"Fine. If that's how you want to be, I can always call the police on your mother."

Olivia's drawn on eyebrows nearly hit the ceiling when she heard that. "Okay! I'll let you feed me!"

 Without delay, the onesie wearing blond got onto all fours and crawled over to where the casually dressed dominatrix was waiting for her. Olivia stopped crawling once she reached the edge of the playpen and instantly sat back onto her padded posterior. Time ticked by awkwardly as the two redheads and Pamela watched Olivia sit there waiting for the older woman to open the playpen's gate.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Don't you want to feed me?" The put out eighteen year old asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes, but how am I supposed to know what you want? You're just a baby. Show mommy that you want to be picked up." 

It took the fiery blond a moment to realize exactly what the older woman wanted and she instantly reached out with her arms, giving the woman the universal gesture to pick her up.

"That's a good baby. You're ready for big girl food unlike baby Pammy who still sucks on my boobie." The woman simply known as Mommy smiled at her silly joke and pulled open the baby gate to gain access to the annoyed, petite teen baby.  

Olivia remained silent as she was scoped into the woman's arms, she spotted her mother hiding her face in her hands, but thought better of saying anything. She wanted to belittle her mom, the dominatrix had literally set the ball on a tee and was begging Olivia to take the bait. However, Olivia knew that the risk of pushing this crazy lady to try anything worse than feeding her some fruit based slop far outweighed any joy she would've experienced by making fun of her mom.

Olivia even kept her mouth shut upon seeing the incredibly huge high chair. The damn thing looked like it could fit a full grown man! She assumed that the dominatrix had set it up when she was sulking in the playpen, but how did she do it without attracting anyone's attention? It looked like it weighed as much as she did. Yeah, she was only one hundred pounds soaking wet, but that didn't mean that this crazy lady should be carrying her around like she was a bag of potatoes. Olivia could only marvel at the weird woman's strength as she was lowered into the big chair. Her padded pampered butt crinkled slightly as her back brushed up against the back of the white high chair. 

"This thing is huge." Olivia said, surprised by how small it made her feel.

The woman known simply as "mommy" didn't acknowledge her as she finished strapping her into the high chair.

A three point harness now restrained Olivia's petite body, holding her firmly in the chair. She could feel the strap digging into her diaper, pushing the soft cotton core of the disposable against her shaved womanhood. It served to reinforce how little she felt; she hated it.

When Mommy finished strapping Olivia into the high chair, Allison grew bored with the show and turned her attention back onto her daughter who looked upset. The mere mention of breastfeeding had made Mackenzie's face sour. The younger girl had forgotten to hide her disgust and her mother saw her initial reaction to Mommy's offhand joke.

"Mackenzie?" The middle aged woman wearing a diaper and short baby dress asked. "What's wrong?"

"This." The girl gestured. "This is all so wrong." The eighteen year old muttered to herself as she lowered the doll she was holding to the padded, plastic covered floor.

"I did my best to keep this from you for a reason, Mackenzie." Allison replied while doing her best to keep her voice level. She didn't want to get upset or emotional.

"But why do you like this? What do you even get out of this? Is it a sexual thing or something?" Mackenzie asked, trying to avoid eye contact with her mother who was dressed like a baby from the late seventies. 

"Honey, I honestly have no idea why I like dressing up like this. I just know that I've always wanted to be a baby. It's been this way for as far back as I possibly can remember. Being treated like this… it makes me feel loved. It makes everything in the world feel right." Allison did her best to explain.

"But why did you have to wet yourself and why was that woman talking about sucking on boobs?!" Mackenzie asked in an exasperated tone. "It's all so gross. I didn't mind playing dolls with you,  it was kind of fun, but the other stuff makes me uncomfortable."

"But why did you change me if it made you feel uncomfortable?" The older McDougall asked, genuinely concerned

"I did it because I don't want to lose you!" Mackenzie cried out, tears already appearing in the corners of her eyes.

The overwhelming weight of the past had been amplified during the course of the day; talking about her dad with the dominatrix had brought up some deeply buried memories, but she stayed strong. It wasn't so bad playing pretend babysitter to her mother, it was fun in it's own way, but the diaper change was pushing it. She simply grinned and fought her way through it, but the idea of her mother sucking some strange woman's tits struck her as incredibly perverse and disgusting. It was the proverbial straw that had broken the camel's back. It shattered her calm and cool demeanor, leaving the poor girl a sobbing mess.

"Oh Kenzie, I'm so sorry." The diapered woman reached out and wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her in a for a tight hug.

"I never want to lose you like I lost daddy!" Mackenzie sobbed.

"Sweetheart, i promise you that I'll never leave you like your dad did." Allison held Mackenzie even tighter. "That's why I've kept this a secret from you because I didn't want to lose you either."

"I just wanted to make you happy! That's why I changed you, but I can't do everything else you want me to do. I'm just like dad!" Mackenzie exclaimed those last four words.

"Honey, your father didn't even look me in the eye after I wore a diaper in front of him. He didn't even try to understand me. I bared my soul to him and he chewed me up and spit me out like an old piece of gum. You are nothing like him! Everything you have done today has gone above and beyond anything that I could have ever asked for and I didn't even want to put you in this situation."

"Really?" Mackenzie asked, her breathing heavy from crying.

"You've always been there for me and I can't even begin to explain how much you mean to me." Allison started tearing up. "I don't want you to run off because you think your mother is some kind of sick weirdo!"

Mackenzie ceased her sobs and did her best to reassure her mother.

"Mom, I don't think you're sick." Mackenzie stated firmly. "This a little bit weird, yeah, but playing with dolls and playing dress up isn't sick." 

Allison wiped her nose as she pulled away from daughter. "I had no idea that your father would become so abusive towards me. It was his idea to try new things!"

Mackenzie pulled her mother back in for another hug, trying her best not to start crying again. She had to be strong for her mother.

"He started telling me that I was sick, saying that I needed help and wanted me to go to a therapist. He immediately started sleeping in the living room, claiming that he couldn't sleep in the same bed as someone who had a "fetish for babies." He started going on the computer. Days turned into weeks and he rarely spoke to me. He only broke the silence to regularly ask me what happened to the woman he married. Then one day about six months after he took off, he calls me and says that he was going to marry some bitch he had been chatting with online the whole time" 

Mackenzie couldn't believe that her father had stuck around for six months. It seemed like a few weeks at the most, but she did remember him being extremely distant towards her. At the time, she assumed it was because he was having an affair and it felt strange to hear her mother confirm that her suspicions had been somewhat true. Six months of belittling her mom while ignoring both of them; what a piece of shit.

"He didn't even try to...He didn't try to understand that all I wanted was to be loved and cared for like I was the center of his world once in a while." Allison sobbed into her daughter's chest.

"Mom, I'm not going to pretend like I understand why you want to be a baby, but I don't think you're sick." Mackenzie stated in a neutral tone while trying to keep her body from trembling. "I just want you to be happy."

"Mackenzie, I am happy." Allison replied as she pulled away from her daughter. She looked her daughter over, "I'm happy that you turned out to be such a caring young woman after all the things you had to go through."

"I do my best." Mackenzie replied leaning back into her mother who wrapped her arms around her once again. 

"I promise to never expose you to this horrible side of my life ever again!" Allison vowed.

"It wasn't all bad." The younger Mcdougall spoke up as she was held by her mom. "I wouldn't mind playing dolls with you or playing with toys like we did when I was little. That stuff is a lot of fun."

"Only if you feel comfortable with it, Mackenzie. I don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable around me." 

"I only felt uncomfortable when it started getting weird." The younger woman stated with downcast eyes.

"It was the breastfeeding joke, wasn't it?" Allison asked.

"Yeah, that caught me off guard. I didn't think that you took it that far, but I want to understand this side of you." Mackenzie said, her eyes still red from crying.

"I would never ask you to do anything like that, Mackenzie. You're my daughter, but if you really want to understand exactly why I enjoy this fetish then I think it might be a good idea for you to try on a diaper."

Mackenzie instantly felt her face go flush as her cheeks burned a bright shade of scarlet. "I don't know. You want me to wear a diaper? I mean, I guess I could try it out. As long as I don't have to use them or anything gross like that."

"I understand, honey. You don't have to use them. I promise. " Allison reassured her daughter. 

"Good, the last thing I want to do is waddle around in a dirty diaper. I would die of embarrassment if you saw that!"

"I've seen you poop your Pampers a lot back when you were a baby so it wouldn't bother me." 

The two women started laughing; laughing at the absurdity of it all. Mackenzie was on her knees laughing like a loon at the ceiling as her mother rolled around in her diaper like an overgrown toddler on the floor giggling. They had been through so much ever since that one terrible day almost a decade ago. So much baggage had been unpacked during the past hour and they couldn't explain why they were laughing like this. It just felt good to laugh.

Pamela, who had been watching this surreal soap opera play out live in front of her, didn't know what to say. She didn't have any words to say. Her daughter was in the other room being fed God only knew what kind of pureed baby food while the two women she shared the oversized playpen with had talked themselves out of a twin mental breakdown. It really did put her life in perspective; she still had her husband and she technically had her secret. 

'Fuck, I really hope mommy gives me a burned DVD of Olivia being babied.' 

Without something like that, Pamela was certain that her daughter would blackmail her. She needed leverage.

"Mommy! Mackenzie needs a diaper!"

The sound of Allison shouting out to mommy shattered Pamela's train of thought. 'You've got to be kidding me…"

 

To Be Continued...

 

Want to read the part where Mackenzie gets diapered for the very first time? The next has been recently posted on my Patreon. It's been an emotional rollercoaster for me the last few months, but I'm ready to finish this story. Only four more parts left!

 

 

https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

 

[dprd_bydaylight]

Bumpity bumpity... I love this one, craving an update!!

[YourFNF]

Loved seeing the emotional work here

[Cya]

On 5/29/2021 at 3:28 AM, dprd_bydaylight said:

Bumpity bumpity... I love this one, craving an update!!

I want to apologize for making you wait so long. I was struggling with the passing of my dog at the time who died literally a week after my favorite guitarist was reported dead.  The last piece of my childhood died last year with that news... Nonetheless, I'm going to be updating more often so I appreciate your patience and support!

 

On 5/29/2021 at 8:16 AM, YourFNF said:

Loved seeing the emotional work here

I've written a lot of smut in my time as a writer so I wanted to try my hand at emotional development which isn't always easy, but I'm glad you enjoyed it! 

 

-----

 

Here's the next part which is over two thousand words. It's not the longest chapter I've ever wrote, but I think you'll all enjoy it. There's probably two or three more parts on my Patreon if you want to read more of this wild emotional tale of two mothers who only wanted to wear diapers and be babied by a professional nanny only to have their daughters crash the party. XD

 

Enjoy!

----

 

Meanwhile, Mommy pulled the spoon away from a pouting, bouncing blond baby girl who was fidgeting in her high chair as she heard the call of Ally fill the kitchen. It interrupted what had been a rather fun feeding session even if she was barely finished with the first jar. It was so refreshing to feed an unwilling, blushing brat like Olivia. Just looking at her prune covered face brought a smile to her face, but she didn't have time to enjoy it; she had to tend to her other babies now.


"I'll be right back, Olivia. Don't you dare think about going anywhere because we still have two more jars to finish.


"Where am I going to go?" The blond asked sarcastically as she watched the older woman waltz out of the kitchen. 


"Did I hear baby Ally correctly? Does my talented little babysitter want to try on a diaper?" Mommy asked.


Mackenzie blushed and couldn't bring herself to answer so she simply nodded her head in affirmation. 


"Alright then, Kenzie. Let's get you properly dressed." The older woman coord, her face glowing with maternal happiness.


Mackenzie didn't know what to expect and tried to suppress her shock as the older woman easily lifted the eighteen year old into the air as if she weighed nothing. 'How is this possible?'


"How are you so strong?" Mackenzie couldn't help but ask.


"I go to the gym three times a week to run and do strength training. When I'm sitting around the house I lift twenty pound weights during my downtime." Mommy smiled, shifting Mackenzie until the Jeans wearing woman was riding her hip.


"I'll never win any weight lifting competitions, and I can't lift a man unless he's a sissy twink boy, but I pride myself on being able to make the experience as authentic as possible for my more petite clients." Mommy winked. 


"I haven't been carried around since I was just a little girl. It's kind of nice." Mackenzie grinned as the older woman carried her towards the nursery in her bedroom.


"If you think this is nice then I'm willing to bet you're going to love the feeling of a diaper."
 

Mackenzie caught a glimpse of Olivia out of the corner of her eye as the woman known as "mommy" opened the door to the nursery. The blond was sitting in an oversized high chair with her arms crossed over her chest while she scowled. At least, it looked like she was scowling, but it was difficult to say for sure since the young woman's face was covered in baby food.


She quickly lost sight of the petulant young woman as the dominatrix dressed like a suburban soccer mom carried her through the threshold and into the nursery. It was quite a lot to take in for the eighteen year old. There was a crib sitting next to a large window, a cabinet of diapers opposite the crib, a closet which was slightly ajar and looked to be filled with adult sized baby clothes and a deluxe bed that looked to belong to the older woman. 


"Do you see anything you like?" The older woman asked.


"That bed over there looks like it's really comfortable." Mackenzie replied.


"Yeah, that's my bed. I rarely sleep in here, but it completes the look of a master bedroom where a mother shares her room with their baby. Really completes the look if you ask me." The dominatrix explained as she lowered the petite young woman down onto the surface of the changing table. 


Mackenzie looked around at the strange table top she had been placed on. It looked a lot like a changing table, but much larger. It was at this moment that Mackenzie realized the one piece of furniture she hadn't seen and what she was now laying on; a changing table large enough for an adult.


"If you have a changing table then why did you let me change my mom out there in the playpen?" The young redhead couldn't help but wonder.


"I wanted to change your mother behind closed doors but a certain someone here wouldn't let me." The slightly older woman cooed while poking Mackenzie's nose.


"Yeah, I guess I should've thought that through." Mackenzie sighed. 


"Mackenzie, you went with your gut instinct and there's nothing wrong with what you did because you did it out of love." The woman called "mommy" explained.


"Yeah, I guess you're right." The young redhead replied as she shifted around awkwardly on the top of the padded table. 


"Now, shall we begin?" 


"Alright." Mackenzie laid there, patiently awaiting her diapering to begin. 


The suburban dominatrix began the diapering by removing Mackenzie's shoes. She untied each one before pulling it off of her tiny feet. With the shoes placed against the bottom of the table, the woman known only as "mommy" started to unbutton the girl's Jeans and, with a bit of help from Mackenzie wiggling her hips, the woman was able to shimmy the tight pants down the young woman's legs. 


Once the Jeans were tossed onto the floor, Mackenzie quickly turned her head away from the woman, not wanting to look her in the eye. She suddenly felt the tips of the dominatrix's fingers slide into the waistband of her pink panties and her body shivered in response. Mackenzie knew that she shouldn't be nervous, she had agreed to this, but she couldn't shake her growing sense of anxiety. 


Mommy noticed that the girl was becoming shy and she couldn't stop herself from smiling when Mackenzie's lower body twitched as she pulled the girl's panties down to her ankles. It was rather intoxicating to be caring for a woman who had never been babied before. Sure, she had just diapered Olivia, but this girl was different. She seemed open to the whole experience and yet was subconsciously fighting it. At least, that was the vibe she was getting from Mackenzie as she lifted the younger woman up by her ankles and slid the oversized pamper underneath her bottom. 


Using a cold baby wipe, she carefully wiped all of Mackenzie's diaper area including the area underneath her mound. She did notice that Mackenzie flinched slightly when the wet wipe accidentally slid between her slit; it was a rather cute reaction. "Sorry about that." 


Mackenzie remained quiet and tried to keep her mind off of what was happening to her lower body all while wondering how her mother could enjoy such a blatant violation of her most private area. It had all seemed so very natural for her mother; she had laid there and seemed content.


The peeling of tape from the plastic wings of the diaper pulled Mackenzie from her thoughts as the woman taped her right side into the diaper. Mackenzie heard another loud crack of adhesive being pulled from plastic and closed her eyes, waiting for the woman to complete the diaper change in silence. It was definitely an awkward moment, something happened once she was sealed into the diaper; something magical. 


Mackenzie slowly sat up once the woman who pretended to be her mom's mother stepped back from the changing table. She couldn't believe how the diaper felt, but the incredible sensation was interrupted by a loud crinkle that pierced the relative silence of the room. In fact, every single subtle movement she made caused the stiff plastic to cry out. Despite the louder than expected noises coming from her waist, she felt both protected and cared for dye to how the diaper cradled and hugged her bottom and crotch. It was odd how the diaper did so much more than its intended purpose. 


'This thing wrapped around my midseason was meant to keep babies from ruining their surroundings and yet it's giving me such an immense sense of comfort and security.'


"I think I understand why my mom likes these things." Mackenzie stated in a voice just above a whisper as her cheeks grew red.


The woman known simply as "Mommy" was positively beaming.


"They're pretty comfortable, huh?"


"Yeah, I feel so… protected." Mackenzie paused before finishing her thought. "It's weird."


"It's because we all associate the diaper with security on a very deep, emotionally subconscious level." The slightly older woman explained. 


"I see. That does make sense." Mackenzie replied as she sat there on the changing table all but naked from the waist down save for her diaper.


"Well, now that you're diapered, let's get you back out there with your mom."


"What?!" Mackenzie exclaimed. "I can't just run around in pampers in front of my mom!"


"I highly doubt it would be the first time she's seen you in pampers since she's your mom." The older woman smirked. 


"Yeah, but-"


"Speaking of butts, there's absolutely no way your Jeans are going to fit over that diaper." The maternal dominatrix chuckled. 


"Alright, but don't you have a sweater or something that I can wear? Something big that might cover my- ummm, diaper?" The eighteen year old asked, hoping that there was something she could do to hide the huge bulky plastic underwear she had been talked into wearing.


"I think I have just the thing." Mommy replied and walked over to the drawer next to her bed.


Mackenzie tried to see just what the woman was digging for in the dresser, but she couldn't get a good angle. As she bobbed her head around, she silently prayed that whatever the woman had in mind, it wouldn't be something super babyish.


"Here we are." The woman announced with a flourish as she pulled out a dark long sleeved shirt.


"That's perfect." Mackenzie muttered in disbelief. 


She couldn't believe her eyes. Not only was it a long sleeve shirt, but it looked rather mature compared to what her mom and the two blonds were wearing. 


"I'm glad you think so. It's mine, but I'll let you borrow it." The dominatrix stated.


"Thank you!" Mackenzie smiled as the older woman dressed her in the long sleeve.


"There you are." Mommy cooed. "Looking cute and mature all at the same time."


"I really do appreciate it!"


"Think nothing of it." The slightly older woman waved her hand in a dismissive manner. "Now, let's get your butt out there. I have a baby to feed and you have a pair of mothers to entertain."


"Sure!" Mackenzie grinned. 



"Uppie goes Kenzie." Mommy cooed, easily lifting the petite teen into the air and placing her gently onto her hip. 


Mackenzie rested her head against the dominatrix's shoulder and enjoyed the ride as she was carried out of the nursery and back into the living room. Her mom stood on her knees, looking over the adult sized railing of the playpen, like an expectant toddler. It looked pretty comical to the eighteen year old, but she knew that she couldn't laugh at her mom; that would pure hypocrisy since she was now wearing a diaper just like her. Still, the petite redhead couldn't help but smile.


With a slight grunt, Mommy lowered Mackenzie into the enclosure and sat her down next to her mother. "Now you three have fun and try to behave yourselves while I teach Olivia the finer points of childcare, first hand."


"So, what do you think?" Allison asked, genuinely curious about what her daughter was experiencing. 


"It feels so different." The younger McDougal answered, shifting her hips slightly.


"Different… as in good?" Allison coaxed. 


"It definitely feels nice. Kind of like sitting on a pillow." Mackenzie stated before continuing on, "If it wasn't so embarrassing, this would be the perfect thing to wear during class. Those chairs hurt my butt after a few hours."


Both mother and daughter shared a laugh. 


"Yeah, those chairs were the worst." The older redhead agreed. 


Allison could recall the boring, almost endless days spent sitting in class on hard plastic seats, watching the clock tick by as she waited for the afternoon bell to announce her release from school. Unlike her daughter, she hadn't been much of a scholar which was why she was so strict with her when it came to school. Now the girl was going to be graduating soon and would be off to college before either of them knew it.


"Come here, baby." Allison said, leaning toward her daughter and pulling the now diapered girl into a hug.


"Mom? What's wrong?" Mackenzie asked, concerned by the sudden hug due to how emotional her mother had been all day.


"Nothing's wrong." Allison replied. "I'm just so proud of you."


"Hurry up with the rest of that slop!"


The two McDougals looked over towards the kitchen upon hearing the bratty blond yelling at the suburban dominatrix dressed like a soccer mom. It immediately reminded them of the absurdity of the gold digging blond's current situation in the high chair and they had to cover their mouths to quietly giggle. They didn't want to annoy their "Mommy" who seemed to have her hands full. 


Olivia squirmed impatiently in the oversized highchair as the dominatrix turned teacher pulled a bowl of warm baby food from the microwave. The petite, rosy-cheeked, upset blond was still covered in baby food from early and only her diaper was clean compared to the rest of her. She sat there, scowling with her hand holding her face as she waited for this nightmare to be over with. Never in her entire life had she felt so humiliated and belittled. If this is what her future clients wanted then she would give it to them ten fold when she was running things.

 

"Just one more bowl and then it's time for your baba." The older woman cooed as she sat the bowl in front of her apprentice.


Olivia sighed. "Fine. Whatever. Just hurry it up."


"My widdle baby Olivia is so fussy." The woman who was known simply as "Mommy" grinned as she scooped up a spoonful of the warm, green mush.



Olivia rolled her eyes and groaned. The only thing she hated worse than being dressed like a baby and treated like one was how this crazy lady was talking down to the eighteen year old like she was just a baby.


"Kill me now." Olivia muttered before accepting the spoonful of baby food.


"What was that?" The once grinning woman asked with a frown. "Does my baby want a spanking instead of her yummy lunch?"


"No!" Olvia exclaimed in a panic which caused some of the baby food to fall from her mouth and land on the 'Mommy’s Little Stinker’ bib she was forced to wear over her onesie.


"That's what I thought." The stern tone said it all to Olivia; don't fuck with me when I'm having fun.


"Oh, looks like baby Olivia got some of her num num's on her bib." The older woman cooed, her voice happy and dripping in maternal love. 


The rest of the feeding went by without incident. Olivia sulked and opened her mouth whenever she was ordered to do so. Occasionally, the dominatrix would "accidently" miss the eighteen year old's mouth and more food would land on her bib or stain her onesie. All throughout the meal, Olivia's diapered butt would crinkle as she shifted her weight against the waterproof foam seat of the high chair. The professional Mommy knew from the sound coming from the scheming blond's crisp pamper that she still hadn't used her diaper, but that problem would soon be remedied thanks to the extra ingredient she added to the baby food. 


"That's a good girl." The dominatrix cooed as she wiped the blond's messy face and hands clean with a wash cloth. 


"Alright. We're done with lunch." The blond stated with a sigh of relief. "Can I get out of this stupid high chair now?"


"Silly baby forgot about her baba." The woman called Mommy smiled. 


"Fine." Olivia huffed with her arms folded over her chest in an overly dramatic manner. 


"Baby Olivia needs her formula so she can grow up to be a big girl one day." The older woman chuckled and picked up the large baby bottle from the kitchen counter.

 

To Be Continued...

 

Are you enjoying Olivia's humiliation? Perhaps you want to read more? If so then you should check out my Patreon! For $5 you'll get access to so many different types of stories featuring robots, humiliation and domination! 

 

https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

 

If you don't want to pledge then that's completely understandable, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on the story if you did enjoy it so far!

[Guilend]

????? I’ll have to wait till next paycheck to subscribe to your Patreon so I can read the latest chapter. I absolutely love this story. 

[Andythinks]

Any chance you are going to continue this story? Its been great so far!