Helping Mommy - Part 3 (Patreon)

A caption commission from an anonymous Patron to continue a somewhat older caption series. There may just be more on the way, too... Picture property of DiaperMess.com.

It was strange, really, how April Fools' Day snuck up on Cassie, considering how much, once upon a time, she'd loved it. Of course, it was hard to keep track of time when she'd spent most of the last few months being treated like a naughty little girl after an... incident... at Halloween. She'd known all the big holidays were happening, obviously, since it would have been difficult for Mommy to hide Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or Valentine's Day, from her, but other than that, time had been a bit of a blur of time-outs, early bedtimes, and diapers. Lots and lots of diapers.

Even Mommy's recent decision to let her try training panties again, and give her back a little more autonomy, hadn't helped, given that most of her outfits were still pretty immature, and not the sort of thing she wanted to be seen in by her friends. Mommy's friends, clearly, had seen her in far more humiliating clothes; Cassie's had only seen her dressed that way on Halloween, when it had just been a costume.

Cassie had really lost track of time after the little St. Patrick's Day celebration they'd had. She knew that meant two more weeks until April Fools', since that was generally when she started to plot, yet the day after, once she'd managed to wake up dry despite the few sips of beer Mommy had allowed her to have, she'd been preoccupied with Mommy's decision to give her back her big girl panties.

She was happy, of course, but also nervous... One accident, Mommy had threatened, and she was landing in diapers again, not even the trainers she'd been getting used to. She had no protection at all, and, while at one time, that wouldn't have bothered her, since she was an adult, no matter what Mommy said, now she had grown accustomed to being able to let go whenever she wanted. It was convenient, now and then, like when she was binging a show on Netflix and didn't feel like hitting pause, or when she was at the hair salon, waiting for the dye to set.

Mommy had a calendar hanging in the kitchen, and Cassie knew once the page turned, it would be April Fools' Day, but Mommy was the one who did that. Part of her knew it was coming up, that, if for nothing other than tradition, she ought to decide on a joke to play... The end of March crept up before she knew it, however... Literally.

As soon as she woke up that morning, she knew something was wrong. It was quite obvious; she'd fallen asleep next to Mommy, curled up beside her, in her big girl panties, which she was just about used to again, although night-times still made her worry. When she opened her eyes again, she was somewhere she'd never been before, alone, in a diaper.

Her brain had no idea where to start... It was more like everything was wrong, not any one thing. She was lying in a crib, bigger than any she'd ever seen, and across the room sat a changing table, a high-chair, and a rocking chair, the first two sized like the crib. There were baby toys everywhere, some normal, some oversized, which made quite the juxtaposition with the ominous butt-plugs and suppositories she saw waiting on the shelf of the changing table.

Despite how long she'd spent in them, she'd nearly forgotten what it was really like to wear a diaper... Or, maybe, this one really was bigger, bulkier, thicker, than any she'd worn before. It definitely felt larger than she recalled, harder to get comfortable in, louder as she squirmed to sit up, warmer, despite the cool squishiness in the crotch, making it undeniable that the thing she'd long feared, after getting back her real panties, had come to pass: she'd wet the bed.

Gulping, she unsnapped the onesie she certainly hadn't put on the night before. She felt ever so slightly better, seeing she was right, and these were not her normal diapers - although, the thought that someone her age had 'normal' diapers was less comforting. Those were plain white, almost medical looking... These were white, still, but covered in a babyish print, with diapered monkeys, bottles, baby blocks... These were the kind of thing somebody wore if they were wearing diapers by choice, not because they needed them. And, under the table, she didn't see any unprinted diapers... Some had stars, some stripes, others were bright pink; none were 'normal'.

Cassie wasn't sure which was worse... She always did anything she could to avoid letting anyone see her diapers, obviously, yet when she'd been in them so long, it was difficult to hide them all the time. At least with the white ones, she could pretend she had a medical condition... If someone spotted her in these, that would be a much tougher story to sell, especially paired with the kind of clothes she could see through the cracked door of the closet.

It was the closet, really, that tipped her off. She would have figured it out eventually, but it looked so different, it threw her off... The thing she'd always loved about her room was the closet, however, how huge it was... For a while, after she'd moved into Mommy's bedroom with her, she'd kept her clothes in there, since the one she had in Mommy's room was much smaller, though so much more convenient that she'd wound up switching to it anyway. She'd had no reason to come into this room once she'd done that... Obviously, Mommy had made some changes.

"M-Mommy?" she called, after tugging on the bars of the crib, finding them locked into place, trapping her there. "Mommy, let me out!"

The woman appeared in the doorway, grinning. "Aww, what's wrong, baby?" she teased. "Don't you like your nursery?"

"I don't need a nursery!" Cassie pouted.

"Not right now, no," Mommy agreed. "I thought it would be a good idea to have one ready, just in case, though... And I thought this would be a fun way to reveal it to you. April Fools'!" she chuckled, walking over and unlatching the side of the crib. "Did you try to take your onesie off? Naughty, naughty... You know better than that... But, I suppose, since you aren't in diaper punishment right now, I can't get after you too much, huh? I bet you need the potty, don't you? Here, let me help... Cassie!"

Cassie winced, too slow to even protest she could handle that herself, now that she was able to get out of the crib, flinching as she felt Mommy's hand brush against her diaper. There was a split second to allow her to hope Mommy had forgotten what a wet diaper felt like before her name was called, in an all-too-familiar scolding tone.

"I-I was stuck in the crib," Cassie fibbed. "It isn't my fault! I would have made it in time if I wasn't locked in!"

"And lying, too," Mommy sighed. "This isn't fresh, Cassie, and it definitely wasn't like this when I put the diaper on you... You know the rules."

Cassie did... She wasn't in her panties now, but if she had been, one accident meant she would lose them... She was probably lucky she hadn't been wearing them, since it meant less of a mess. Then again, maybe her body had felt the diaper, thought back to those months she'd spent in them, and knew it was safe... If she hadn't been wearing one, perhaps the accident wouldn't have happened...

"But Mommy..." Cassie protested, trying to figure out how to explain all that to the other woman.

"Sorry, Cassie, but rules are rules," Mommy shrugged, helping her onto the changing tables, changing her into a fresh diaper and shirt that did nothing to hide her poofy posterior.

"I-I really do need to use the potty, though," Cassie blushed. Mommy had been right about that, even if she may not have known in what way.

"You know what to do," Mommy said, giving the new padding a pat. "Go on, fill it up... You might as well get used to it again."