Baby Girl - Part 2 (Patreon)

"Amy, no," Ellie whined, pawing at her shirt, though she didn't even think to remove her thumb from her mouth, so not only were her words muffled, but she only used one hand, which wasn't nearly enough. "I..."

"Not Amy," the woman corrected her. "You can call me Mommy, or Mama... But not Amy." She moved down to the training pants, slipping them off as easily as the shirt, leaving Ellie naked, except for her socks. The woman had seen her halfway naked that morning, which softened the blow slightly... Just slightly. "Let's get you up on the table."

"I-I don't wanna..." Ellie sniffled, only to be pushed up onto the thing anyway. It was soft, crinkly, and more than big enough for her, despite how much like a real baby's changing table it looked. "Amy, please..."

"Ellie, we just talked about this," Amy lectured patiently, grabbing layer after layer of cloth, stacking it up. "I'm not going to respond to that any more... And if you insist on calling me that, I'm going to get upset with you. Do you want that?"

"N-No," Ellie shook her head. "B-But..." She blushed. "M-Mama, I don't... Please, don't make me wear diapers..." She gasped as Amy easily lifted her bottom off the changing table, sliding the diaper under her. It had taken her a while to get used to the extra thickness of her training panties... This was far bigger than those, and she could tell just by lying on top of it!

"Don't you worry," Amy cooed, "I have some nice disposables for you to wear to school... These cloth ones are just for home."

"No!" Ellie blushed at the thought of wearing any kind of diaper to school. "I'm not a baby, I won't..." She didn't even realize she still had her thumb in her mouth until Amy grabbed her wrist and gently pulled it out, offering something else instead. Ellie stared at it for a long moment before recognizing it as a pacifier - it had been a long time since she'd seen one from this perspective.

"Here, take this," Amy urged. "It will help you calm down."

"I-I don't..." Ellie stopped herself, realizing that protesting meant having her mouth open, which meant easy access for her stepmother, and that pacifier. She stared up at the woman defiantly for a moment, seeing only a sweet expression of love and patience... But her hand hadn't moved from Ellie's wrist, telling her that she wasn't going anywhere until the older, larger woman allowed it.

Ellie squirmed, her bladder begging for relief. Amy could stand there all day if she needed to; Ellie didn't have that luxury. And, to be honest, while it had taken her a little while to get used to sucking her thumb, she genuinely didn't mind it now... She refused to say she liked it, although that probably would have been accurate, too. A pacifier likely wasn't all that different, and would mean she could use both her hands for something else at the same time...

But it also meant giving in. Amy clearly didn't see this as a game any more, something to cheer her up and take her mind off of her bad news. She didn't want a college age daughter who occasionally wore her silly, padded panties, she wanted a baby, too sweet and innocent to even be ready to think about potty training. 

"I'm not a baby," Ellie pouted, giving Amy the perfect opportunity to push the pacifier into place. Maybe she'd just accepted there wasn't much else she could do, maybe she'd hoped she could get it out in time, and make Amy listen... Even Ellie herself didn't know for sure why she did it, but the end result was the same either way. She'd been pacified, given something new to suck on while her Mommy went to work a little further south.