No Boys Allowed - Part 6 (Patreon)

"Oh, no!" Lucy pretended to be shocked, that she hadn't used the girl's phone, searching through her text history until she found him to invite him over. She, of course, had noticed Sammi hadn't messed herself yet, and added a little something extra to her bottles, to help that along... She'd hoped it would work out perfectly, and, as she'd already known, thanks to the nanny cam she had set up, and had been watching the girl on all day, it had. "I'm so sorry, sweetie..."

"It was so humiliating!" Sammi sniffled. "H-He knew right away... I-I tried to hide it, but there wasn't anything I could do... H-He told me he thought we should break up, and then ran off, and..."

"Break up?" Lucy asked. "I thought you said he was just a friend." Sammi nibbled on her bottom lip. "You told me you like girls more than boys, didn't you?"

"I-I do," Samantha nodded. "B-But I met him, and..."

"You didn't sleep with him, did you?" Lucy inquired, as if she didn't already know.

"J-Just once," Sammi admitted.

"And then he dumped you when he found out about your diapers?" Lucy shook her head. "A typical boy."

"B-But they aren't my diapers!" Sammi whined. "I don't need them!"

"Sweetie," Lucy sighed. "I put you in four diapers this morning, and you filled them all the way to the brim. I've never met anyone who needs diapers more than you... And that includes actual babies."

"No, I don't!" Sammi sniffed, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"Oh, Sammi," Lucy hugged her. "It's okay... I'm not like those awful, immature boys... I don't mind taking care of you, even if it means changing diapers."

"I don't need them!" Samantha insisted again.

Lucy suppressed a chuckle, looking at the girl. She really was the perfect baby... She hadn't given her the room because of it, had told herself their relationship would be strictly business, and yet now, seeing her in her diaper, with a Winnie the Pooh diaper cover over it, and matching crop top, ribbons in her hair... Somebody else would have figured it out eventually, and then Lucy would have been so angry at herself for letting the opportunity pass her by. Especially if it had been a guy.

"Sweetie, your diaper's already wet again," she said. She didn't know it for sure, although, as much as she'd drugged the bottles the girl had drained, thanks to lack of options, her sweltering diapers, and Lucy bumping up the thermometer a few degrees before she'd left, she had a feeling it was true, even before she saw the look on the girl's face, saw her press her thighs together bashfully.

"I-I don't need them," Sammi repeated, sounding less certain.

"Shh," Lucy pulled her into her lap, gently stroking her hair. "It's okay... Here, I know what will make you feel better..." Samantha resisted, seeing the woman open her shirt, and her nursing bra, wrinkling her nose. "You've been drinking it all day," Lucy told her, reveling in the girl's wide-eyed shock at the revelation. "You might as well get it straight from the source... I don't have any more pumped for you yet."

She could see Samantha starting to shake her head, to reject this, knowing, if she gave in, she'd be admitting she was only a baby, that she did belong in diapers, that she needed Lucy to take care of her, and feed her, and change her... She wanted to be a big girl still... But everything that had happened the past couple days, and the knowledge that she'd been drinking, and slowly learning to enjoy, breastmilk, all along...

"Yes, ma'am," Sammi said at last, allowing her mouth to be guided up to Lucy's nipple, accepting that, as much fun as she'd had with her boyfriend, what she'd really needed all along was a Mommy.