Baby Girl - Part 1 (Patreon)

Here's the community caption for this month, from the winning category of sweet motherly domination. Pictures property of ABDreams. 

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Ellie squirmed, cheeks as pink as her shirt - or, more aptly, her training panties, since those were really where the embarrassment was springing from. Quickly, she let her skirt fall back over them, only for Amy to step closer, lifting it back up, putting the childish undergarment on display again.

"Those are so cute!" she gushed. "And they do fit you quite well, don't they?"

Ellie hated to admit it, but that was true; she hoped Amy didn't ask where she'd gotten them from, or she might have to admit they had actually been made for children, despite fitting on her. "See? I can be your little girl," she smiled bashfully. 

"You are my little girl," Amy gave her a hug. It still seemed strange, thinking of Amy as her stepmother when she was only a few years older than her, though this whole thing made it somewhat easier. "But I was wanting a baby girl, too."

"Oh." Ellie frowned, not really sure what else she could do. She'd been hoping to cheer the other woman up, and it had worked for a moment or two, but how much further could she really go? 

"No, no, it's okay!" Amy told her quickly. "It isn't your fault, sweetie, it's just... Babies don't care if they run around without skirts, do they?" Without waiting for an answer, she took ahold of Ellie's skirt again, this time at the waist, slowly shimmying it down over her puffy trainers and off her feet.

"I-I guess not," Ellie admitted. For a moment, she felt cold, though she knew that was just psychological, since the skirt hadn't been all that long, or thick. The idea of standing there in the living room, in front of her stepmom, without it, however, was enough to warm her back up, or at least her cheeks. She did have to admit, though, that she looked far more babyish now.

They sat on the couch together, watching some mindless kid's show, Ellie leaning against Amy while Amy stroked her hair. For a day or two, Ellie would change when she got home and go out to spend time with her stepmother, and everything seemed fine, until one day, Amy said, "You know, babies suck their thumbs."

"I-I guess so," Ellie shrugged. It took a few moments for it to sink in what that meant, and she stared down at her hands awkwardly. She had just washed them not that long ago, so if she was going to do it... Well, this was the time. But did she really want to do it? She'd gotten used to the training pants, but they were, essentially, just extra thick panties... This was a whole other thing entirely.

When she looked up at Amy, the woman looked... She wasn't sure. Not angry, certainly, but either sad or disappointed, neither of which were what Ellie wanted to see. What could it hurt? She slid her thumb into her mouth, just letting it sit there, wetly, too embarrassed to actually suck on it, but that seemed to be enough.

Later, when Ellie's father got home, the girl started to scramble off to her room to change, as usual, but Amy stopped her. "Babies don't switch between big girl panties and their trainers," she told the girl. "They just wear these all the time..." Ellie stared up at her with big eyes - did she actually want her to do that?! - yet there wasn't time to discuss it, since she had to hurry to her room to at least throw something else on so her dad wouldn't see her training pants.

She stood in front of her dresser for a long time, debating, until Amy called for her to come out for dinner, and, at last, she just pulled a pair of sweatpants on over the padded panties. You couldn't tell, she thought, and there was no reason her dad would ever find out... Though, as soon as she walked out of her room like that, she started to blush.

That was definitely as far as this was going to go, she thought... Until, one morning, as she headed to class, Amy stopped her. "I thought we discussed this," she said, shaking her head. "Babies wear their training pants all the time, don't they?"

"B-But... I'm going to school!" Ellie protested, pouting. 

Amy was taken aback. "I thought you were my baby girl..."

"Here!" Ellie gestured at the house. "You aren't even going to be there, you won't know... And everyone will notice!"

"Your dad hasn't," Amy pointed out. That was true, so Ellie wasn't sure how to counter it, giving the woman an opening to escort her back to her room, undressing her and sliding the training panties into place, even after Ellie got over her shock and protested that she could do it herself. "Babies let their Mommies dress them," she said.

This had gone too far, Ellie told herself as she drove to school, fidgeting in the driver's seat, not used to feeling the bulk of her trainers there. She was happy to play along at home, to make Amy feel better, but this was her life, and she couldn't let her do this... She spent the day gathering up her courage to have a talk when she got home; when she got there, however, Amy immediately called her into the living room.

"We need to have a talk," Amy told her.

"We do," Ellie agreed. "But first, I need to make a pit stop, so..." After one humiliating trip to the bathroom in the morning, where she'd realized too late that her training panties had been visible to anyone who happened to be looking at the crack under her stall as she sat on the toilet, she'd been holding it all day, and was very close to bursting.

"That's what we need to talk about," Amy said. "And why isn't your thumb in your mouth?" Automatically, without even thinking about what she needed to talk about, and how she had planned on showing that she wasn't really a baby, Ellie popped her thumb into her mouth and started to suck... She wasn't sure when she'd started doing that, just that she really did find it soothing. "I've been thinking about it," Amy spoke gently, removing the girl's skirt, "and, well... Babies don't use bathrooms, do they?"

"No!" Ellie gasped, seeing where this was going. It was too far... She wasn't going to let this happen!

Unfortunately, Amy took that as an answer to her question. "Exactly! Now, come on..." She took Ellie's free hand, leading her to the guest bedroom... Only, it wasn't the guest room anymore. It was a full blown nursery. Ellie stared around, then up at her stepmother in confusion, just in time for Amy to start removing her shirt. "Don't worry," she chuckled. "We're going to get you all fixed up..."