Helping Mommy (Patreon)

A caption commissioned by a Patron. Even though it's a little late, I'm still glad they asked for this story, because it's nice to commemorate the confluence of holidays at the start of April this year.  Picture property of, I believe, Little Fantasy.  Apologies if I'm mistaken!

Cassie usually enjoyed April Fools' Day... She was mischievous enough that a whole day where she could pull off pranks and jokes, and if anybody got mad about it, they were the ones being the jerks, was perfect. That was before she'd met her Mommy, however, who was dedicated to keeping her in line, and had not found Cassie's shenanigans the previous year amusing at all, even giving Cassie a spanking.

Since then, things had only gotten worse, with Mommy getting even stricter - it was only after that she'd insisted on Cassie calling her 'Mommy', after all - and taking away more and more pieces of the girl's adult life, including, from time to time, her bathroom privileges. So, while part of Cassie wanted to throw the biggest joke ever, she also didn't want to risk a punishment.

The fact that, this year, April Fools' Day was also Easter, didn't help, either. While Mommy wouldn't tell her exactly who was coming, she had let Cassie know the holiday get-together would be happening at their house this year, and she knew, from humiliating experience, Mommy wouldn't hesitate to discipline her in front of their friends and family.

So, instead of getting up early and plastic wrapping the insides of her Mommy's body wash, or putting a seasonally appropriate Easter egg coloring tablet into the shower head to turn the water pink, she laid in bed and waited for Mommy to come wake her up and change her wet, night-time diaper, and give her a chocolate bunny.

"Do you think you can be a big girl and help me get ready for our company today?" Mommy asked.

"Okay," Cassie said, a bit reluctantly. It was the right, responsible thing to do, even if it didn't sound fun, at all. Her tummy was also starting to rumble, and she knew that if Mommy had any excuse to deny Cassie a trip to the potty when she asked, she would take it, and being too busy taking care of whatever Cassie could have been doing was an excellent reason.

Mommy chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not going to make you vacuum or anything. I just need you to hide some eggs."

"Eggs?" Cassie frowned. "What for?"

"It's Easter, silly," Mommy told her. "That's what you do on Easter."

"It's what kids do," Cassie countered. If there were kids coming, that meant her sister was probably bringing her children... Her younger sister just loved seeing Mommy keeping Cassie in line, and they'd usually make Cassie play with the kids, as if she was one of them. Now that she was the only one in diapers - even if it wasn't all the time - it was even more embarrassing.

"Does that mean you'd rather look for them?" Mommy asked. "Grown-ups hide eggs, and little kids hunt for them... Which are you?"

"I'm a grown-up!" Cassie declared, though it was hard to believe that when she was wearing a diaper and onesie. To prove it, she took the basket of eggs Mommy gave her and started hiding them around the house, at first barely even trying.

"You have to make it challenging," Mommy told her. "You don't want to make it too easy, or it isn't fun for anyone."

"Okay, okay," Cassie sighed. She supposed the kids were old enough that they'd get bored pretty quickly if the hardest egg to find was the one behind the curtain, peeking out just a touch, so she went back, moving all the ones she'd already placed.

"Hmm," Mommy mused once she was finished. "I think you can do better."

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on! I need to get changed soon, I can't spend all day hiding stupid eggs!" She knew right away that wouldn't work - talking back to Mommy never did - but she was starting to get irritable.

"If you're not enough of a grown-up to do your job properly, then you're little enough to just wear that," Mommy replied, gesturing to Cassie's infantile outfit. That got Cassie moving, certain that her diaper was likely peeking through the legholes of her onesie; even if it wasn't, the bulge was definitely noticeable.

Her tummy was really feeling full now, however, and all the crouching down to pick her eggs back up so she could move them wasn't helping. She wanted to wait until she was done, but she wanted more not to risk an accident. "Mommy, can I use the potty?" she asked finally.

"I'm busy cooking right now," Mommy replied. "And you aren't done yet, either, are you?"

"No," Cassie pouted, getting back to work. She always used the potty this time every morning, or even earlier... Surely, Mommy was aware of that, and could have been ready to take a break. She wasn't even doing that much, just keeping an eye on the oven! Not to mention that Cassie, as an adult, was perfectly capable of going on her own... Though, only if she wanted a spanking afterwards.

Cassie gritted her teeth and went back to her task, but she wasn't able to keep at it for long before getting interrupted by the doorbell. "Can you get that for me, sweetie?" Mommy called from the kitchen.

Cassie let out a squeak of indignation. "B-But I'm..." she looked down at herself, still in her onesie. "Are people supposed to be showing up already?!"

"I'm sure it's just a neighbor wanting to borrow something," Mommy said. "Please be a good girl and answer the door."

Cassie didn't want anyone seeing her, but the neighbors, of course, had already, many times, when Mommy made her go play in the backyard. Really, plenty of people had seen her, although that didn't make being seen any easier.

She sighed, stomping to the front door and throwing it open, only to be find a pair of her and Mommy's friends. She blushed, trying, in vain, to hide her entire outfit behind her hands, though they just smiled at her, clearly finding it amusing, but not really minding. 

They were just the beginning - more and more friends showed up, Mommy refusing to take Cassie to the bathroom, or let her change her clothes, in between, supposedly far too busy for that. When she finally did step out of the kitchen for good, she looked around and declared, "Good, I think that's everyone. I'm so glad you could all make it!"

Cassie couldn't help but notice her sister, and her kids, weren't there. In fact, there were no children at all. "This is everyone?!" she hissed at Mommy, stepping closer to her. "Why did I hide all those eggs?!"

"All right, all right," Mommy chuckled, patting her on the head. "She's been so anxious about these eggs... Go on, honey, you can start now."

Cassie stared at her blankly. "Start?"

"Yes, silly," Mommy smiled. "Find the eggs. Fetch them all, and put them into the basket by the window."

Cassie could hardly believe this. Had Mommy really made her go through all of that, just so she could pick them all back up herself?! She'd just been keeping her busy all this time... She groaned, feeling her tummy churn again. "C-Can I go to the bathroom first?" she asked quietly.

"Only when you've found all the eggs," Mommy replied. "And don't think you can cheat, I counted them this morning." She pulled Cassie into a hug before sending her out to the center of the room with a pat on her padded bottom. "Go on, we can't start eating until you're done!"

Cassie gulped, looking around at their friends. They'd all seen her in diapers, at one time or another, but it was rare for her to be seemingly flaunting them as much as she was with her current outfit. It didn't help that she was also doing such a childish activity, running around, having to get down on her hands and knees often, to find Easter eggs that she'd planted herself, every once in a while having to stop, pressing her legs together desperately.

She realized, partway through, that Mommy hadn't made her do it so many times purely as busywork... It was hard to remember which hiding spots she'd used that third time around, and which had been the first two, which made things more challenging than they might otherwise have been. It was still easy, and she still felt incredibly ridiculous, running around like this in front of her friends, but, especially when it came time to find the last few, she started to have a little trouble.

Not wanting to bend, or move around too much, definitely helped with that. Her friends, who had started off being amused, finding it cute, started to get restless, and she knew she was the one holding everything up. Being the center of attention was bad enough; keeping everyone focused on her when they were ready for Easter dinner was much worse. "I-I think I found them all," she finally spoke up.

"There are twenty-five," Mommy told her. "Have you found that many?"

"I-I think so..." Cassie wished, immediately, that she'd just lied, and done so more confidently. Her hesitance made sure Mommy didn't trust her, though she may not have anyway.

"Count them," Mommy ordered, sending her over to the basket. Cassie sighed, shuffling over and starting to silently count, before Mommy said, "Out loud."

It was smart. Obviously, if she really cared, she would have counted herself, but making Cassie do it, and make a show out of it, made it harder for the girl to cheat, at least if she didn't want anyone nearby to tattle on her if they were also counting along.

It also, once again, drew all eyes back to Cassie, who was sweating by now, desperate for a bathroom break. She wished she hadn't hidden so many eggs down low - although, the higher ones had been a problem, too, since the house had been empty when hiding them, and now she had to ask people for their chairs so she could reach up high enough to retrieve them - because getting up from the last few had left her with a growing messy spot in the rear of her diaper. She'd heard people nearby giggling, and watching her a little more closely, making her sure they knew what she'd done.

She began counting out loud, trying to rush through the numbers, wanting to get this over with, only to stop herself after five with a desperate grunt. "What was that, sweetie?" Mommy asked. "Maybe you'd better start over."

"But I..." Cassie protested.

"Start over," Mommy ordered. Cassie pouted, starting to cross her arms before remembering how much Mommy hated that. With a sigh, she turned back to the eggs, counting once more, making it a little further before it happened again. After a restart, she tried counting much faster, and made it through, but she only got up to twenty-four. "Is that all? That was pretty fast... You can either count again, or start looking for the last egg."

Cassie had no idea where that last egg could be - there were a few possibilities, although she was pretty sure those were from the first two times she'd hidden eggs - but she also didn't think it was a good idea to move too much right then, so she started to count again. And, that was when it happened. Her grunt, and the accompanying muscle clench, wasn't enough, and she felt a sense of mortification rise up in her as, involuntarily, she bent forward, presenting her diapered butt to the room. A moment later, she began to fill her pants, the seat of her onesie ballooning outwards as her stomach finally found relief, quickly emptying itself while she stood there, gasping and blushing, her nose wrinkled.

"Oh, Cassie," Mommy shook her head. "All right, let's just go eat, everyone, Cassie is clearly too big of a baby to find her eggs. It's a good thing I have a kiddie table set up for her, too... I doubt anyone would want to sit next to her right now." She held her nose, waving a hand in front of it, while Cassie blushed even deeper.

"C-Can't I at least get a change?" Cassie sniffled.

"Do you really want to make everyone wait even longer?" Mommy asked, and Cassie had little choice but to shake her head, letting herself be led to a lonely little card table, where Mommy made her sit on her mushy bottom, bringing her out her food... Which, to Cassie's horror, had all been blended up into disgusting looking mush.

At the main table, just a few feet away, though it felt like miles, she saw the beautiful meal Mommy had prepared, her mouth watering until she glanced down at her version of it, squirming in her metal folding chair, the mass in her diaper oozing everywhere as she tried in vain to find a position that wouldn't remind her of what had just happened. "Oh," Mommy stopped her journey to the grown-up table, turning back to tie a bib around Cassie's neck, whispering in her ear, "April Fools... There are only twenty-four eggs."

Cassie stared at her as she walked away again, incredulous. She'd been so sure Mommy would be so mad at her for playing a prank - and she had been, last year - that she didn't dare try it... And now, this whole thing had been one big prank. One on hand, it wasn't fair; on the other, wiggling in her seat, looking down at her baby food, she had to admit, Mommy was far better at April Fools' Day than she ever had been.