From Ivy League to Mommy's Knee (Patreon)

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"You don't think that's kind of creepy?" Cassidy asked skeptically.

"It's not about you being a child," Gabriel explained calmly, somehow managing to not sound like he'd been rehearsing this for months - although, she suspected, he had, since that was when he'd first brought it up - while still easily countering every one of her questions and concerns. "It's about the fact that you aren't."

"But I still have to act like one," Cassi said. "I don't know..." She was an adult, after all, a college graduate, and not from some rinky-dink little community college, either... She'd worked hard to get into an Ivy League school, and she'd graduated pretty close to the top of her class. Pretending to be some helpless little girl, even for her boyfriend, who had done the same, just with much worse grades, did not feel right, somehow.

"You don't have to," Gabriel told her. "I don't want to force you to do anything..."

And, to his credit, he hadn't, despite how much he obviously wanted this. She had to give him credit for doing something to try to keep their sex life alive... It hadn't been the same since they'd graduated. It turned out their grades hadn't mattered as much as she'd thought, and, with his engineering degree, he'd had no issues finding a job. She'd studied art history, because it was what interested her, and assumed the name of the school itself, and how well she'd done in all her classes, would be enough to get her a job wherever she wanted. So far, that hadn't happened.

"No," Cassidy sighed. "I can give it a shot..." She didn't necessarily owe him anything for being the one to pay all the bills, currently; they were in a relationship, after all, and she knew she'd help out as soon as she could. At the very least, maybe this would get him to shut up about it.

"Really?" his eyes lit up. "In that case, you can give it a shot..."

It took Cassi a moment, and, almost immediately, she regretted the decision. "I can give it a shot... Daddy." She wrinkled her nose, the word sounding weird, directed towards him.

"What a good girl you are!" he grabbed her, scooping her onto his lap. "Now, sweetie, what do you want to do today?" Cassidy had no idea what he wanted, what he had in mind, so she shrugged. "I was thinking maybe we could go to the zoo! Wouldn't that be fun?"

It didn't sound bad, actually... They hadn't been there in a while, and it was a nice day. If that was all this was going to be, maybe it wouldn't be so bad... Of course, it wasn't that simple. "You've been playing dress-up long enough," he told her, indicating her outfit. "Let's go find you something more appropriate to wear."

'More appropriate', apparently, meant a flowery little sundress she hadn't worn in years. Gabriel insisted on helping her get changed, and, when he'd gotten her out of the pants she had been wearing, he stopped. "These won't do at all," he shook her head, hooking his finger around the waistband of her skimpy underwear. "Do you have anything else you can wear?"

"Come on," she rolled her eyes. "Nobody's going to see those!"

"You'll know," he said. "Let's get you dressed, then you can look for something better, okay?"

Cassi almost put her foot down... But he'd been so patient, waiting for her to agree to this, and changing her undies wasn't that big of a deal... She sighed, sifting through her underwear drawer to try to find something that would be childish enough for him, finally finding an old pair, pink with a wide band of lace. "How about these?"

"They look all right to me," he nodded. When she started to slip her old underwear off, however, he stopped her. "What do you think you're doing?"

"What do you think, Gabe?" she forgot herself for a moment. "I thought you wanted me in something 'more appropriate'!"

"I do," he agreed. "But you haven't asked for permission to wear those."

"They're my underwear!" she huffed, feeling frustrated, until reminding herself it was a game. "Fine... May I please wear these?" She let out a little yelp as he gave her a playful smack on the bottom.

"I think you're forgetting, young lady," he warned. "You are to call me Daddy."

"Fine," she rolled her eyes. "May I wear these, Daddy?"

"That's better," he said, taking the underwear from her, turning them over in his hands, examining them, before, at last, he handed them back. "You may wear these panties," she groaned at the last word, knowing he was aware of how much she disliked it, "but if you address me incorrectly again, you're going over my lap, and they'll be coming down."

Was he really threatening to spank her? Her cheeks flushed, imagining it... But, of course, he'd never really do that. "You promise?" she teased, wiggling her backside as she slid her old panties down.

"I do," he smiled. "I certainly do..."

She didn't mind that first outing too much... It was kind of nice, really, walking around the zoo, Gabriel constantly holding her hand, as if he was afraid she was going to run off and get lost. The only thing that gave her pause was when she had to use the restroom. She tugged on his hand, trying to guide him towards it, but he refused to budge. He was enough bigger than her that, if he wanted, she couldn't force him to let her go... She gulped, feeling truly small and helpless before him for the first time.

"D-Daddy," she got up the courage to say after a few moments. "I-I need to use the bathroom."

"What was that, sweetheart?" he knelt down a little. "You need the potty?" She blushed, disliking that word, too, but nodding anyway. "Let's see if they had a family restroom, okay?" When they didn't, he shrugged, told her, "Well, I guess you'll have to come in with me."

"What?!" Cassi squealed. "No!" She shook her head, mouth going dry at the thought of being marched into the men's room, like she was not just a kid, but a toddler, too little to be trusted to go into the bathroom on her own. He couldn't be serious... Right? And yet, that was exactly where he appeared to be dragging her. "Daddy, please, no!"

"Are you sure you can go to the potty by yourself?" he asked. She whimpered, looking around at all the people around them, hoping they weren't paying attention. She nodded, and, thankfully, he accepted that, letting go of her hand so she could rush into the women's room.

In the end, however, she hadn't hated the experience as a whole, so she was willing to keep humoring him, even as he began to slowly push things further. The panties were first... He'd wait in the bedroom for her to get out of the shower, watch her dig through her underwear drawer, then, when she pulled a pair out, he'd ask, "Do you think those are appropriate for you, little girl?"

"I'm meeting my friends today, Gabe," she informed him.

He did not take her over his lap, as he'd threatened, but she did find herself being forced to stand in the corner for not calling him Daddy, and for back-talking. She got better about both, though, after a week or two, he still decided, "Maybe it would be better if I didn't always have to be on watch to see that you're making the right choices... I think you should come to me and ask permission for your panties each time."

She wasn't a huge fan of that... But he was probably just being a perv, wanting to paw at her undies. And what would it really hurt? Of course, that wasn't all... The first day she did that, she kept running back and forth from the bedroom to the kitchen, where he was making breakfast, asking, "May I wear these underwear, Daddy?" and being told, over and over, "No," until, finally, she fumed, "Well, what can I wear, then?!"

"You may wear panties," he replied.

Cassi rolled her eyes. "Seriously? You know I hate that word!"

"I do," he said. "You hate it because you think its childish... But you're a child now, aren't you?"

So, reluctantly - and to get him to say yes to anything - she started using the term. He pulled the same trick on her with 'potty', refusing to take her to the bathroom on their next outing until she called it that. She was even more hesitant about it, since they were in public, and it felt so much more juvenile...

In the end, however, it was a choice between doing that, and peeing her pants, which was far more immature. "Daddy, please, may I go to the potty?" she begged.

He told her yes, but she'd resisted it too long, and, by the time she got to the toilet, there was a damp patch in her panties... And, to her horror, after she met him outside the bathroom, he took her to a quiet corner, and checked her, lifting her skirt to give her a panty inspection, which, of course, she failed.

"What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" he demanded.

There was really nothing she could do, nothing, other than her own stubbornness, to blame it on, so all she could think to reply with was, "I-I'm sorry, Daddy." She thought that would be the end of it, until they stopped at a store on the way home, and Daddy dragged her to the adult diaper aisle.

"I said I was sorry, Daddy!" she reminded him, as she squirmed uncomfortably in the aisle, trying to change his mind. "I-It won't happen again, so it'd be a waste of money to buy these!"

"Well, it's Daddy's money, isn't it?" he asked, making her blush and think about how she still hadn't gotten a job. "These look good. Go on, carry these up to the cashier for Daddy... They're for you, after all."

Even that started off slow, other than the mortifying start, as she marched through the store, package of diapers clutched to her chest, trying to keep anyone from seeing what they were, which likely only made them more suspicious that they were for her. He put her into one for the night, but, the next morning, when she asked permission to change back into panties, he told her yes.

The accidents started to get more frequent, however. He'd find some excuse to put off letting her get to the potty, either insisting that, because she'd wet herself last time, she should go into the men's room with him, arguing with her until it was too late, or telling her it had only been twenty minutes since her last potty break, so she should be fine. Whether that was true or not, she wasn't sure, but it definitely didn't feel that way.

She'd always be in diapers the rest of the day after they got home, sometimes with a spanking first. The first time had been when she pointed out it wasn't her fault, and blamed him, and it took her by surprise, having long assumed he'd never go further than a threat with that. It had been painful, and humiliating, and having it finished off with a diaper just cemented what a pitiful little girl she must be, to let this happen to her. 

Afterwards, he'd started punishing her more and more... And the diapers were a part of that. Sometimes he'd spank her, sometimes he'd wash her mouth out with soap, and sometimes, he'd put her into a diaper, whether she'd peed her pants lately or not. If she was really naughty, when she asked for her panties in the morning, he'd tell her no, and she had to spend a whole day in diapers, held on with a pair of locking plastic panties to keep her from cheating, which meant, of course, that she had no choice but to use them.

The more she used them, the easier it was, even when she didn't have to. She was always in them at home, so it wasn't that big of a deal, really... Until that changed, too. They were at the science museum, and she had, naturally, not made it to the bathroom on time. Instead of the promise of a diaper when they got home, however, he pulled her into the place she'd peed her pants trying to convince him not to take her, forcing her into the men's room, to the handicap stall at the back, and pulled a diaper out of his backpack.

She should have known something was up when he'd brought the bag, but she hadn't questioned it. "No, Daddy!" she whimpered, shaking her head. "W-We're in public!"

"I know," he nodded. "Which will make it even worse for you if you have another accident, won't it?" She couldn't deny that... And her panties were awfully soggy... He'd never made her wear in public before, she'd never imagined it, but for the rest of the day, she was nervously tugging at the hem of her dress, hoping nobody heard the crinkling she made with every move, or spotted the waddle the diaper gave her.

And then, he kept it up for longer and longer... Even when she was a perfect angel, in the hopes of getting her panties back, he'd find something wrong with every pair of underwear she brought him, either holes, or stains, or he'd call them 'too grown-up', and the only option, when he had to get going for work, was to put her back into diapers. She was in panties so rarely that it was hardly a shock when, one day, she opened her underwear drawer, and found only diapers.

They'd been slowly taking over, using up more and more space as Daddy discarded the panties he didn't approve of, so it was more of a sense of resignation when she saw that, finally, they'd won. "Daddy," she pouted, "can we go shopping tonight, and buy me some new panties? I bet we could find some cute ones..."

"I'm sure we could," he agreed. "But I don't think you're ready for them, are you?"

"I am!" she insisted. "I'm a big girl!"

But was that still true? There was no sex when she was in diapers, and Daddy was doing more and more for her, especially now that her students loans were starting to come due. She didn't feel particularly big...

And, it turned out, he didn't see her as that, either. He took her away for a long weekend - spent diapered the whole time, of course - and, when they returned, he told her he had one more surprise for her, covering her eyes as he led her to the guest bedroom, to reveal... A nursery. 

"Daddy!" she looked around, nibbling her bottom lip. "D-Don't you think this is a little much? This is for babies!"

"And what do you think you are?" he chuckled.

"I-I'm your little girl," she sniffed.

"No," he shook his head. "You're my little baby. My soggy little baby, it seems."

She wanted to deny it, but, when her hand moved to her diaper - exposed, since Daddy had stripped her down until it was on display, as he'd been doing more and more, as soon as they got home - she felt a warmness there, one that had started happening without warning now and then lately. He stepped forward, sliding a pacifier between her lips, and, even though it had been decades since she'd used on, she started sucking on it automatically, without thinking about it.

He was right, she thought with horror, looking around at her new room. She was a baby... He'd been turning her into one for months, and, by now, there was nothing she could do to stop it.

She'd thought that was the worst it could get, but it was only beginning. The few remaining traces of her adult life were quickly swept away, replaced with a full-blown second infancy. The bathroom was locked, getting rid of any need for the locking plastic pants, which somehow made it even worse when she had to use her diapers, knowing, if she had the keys, relief was only a few feet away. The fridge was locked, too, along with the pantry, keeping her away from any grown-up food.

Of course, Gabriel didn't leave her to starve while he was at work... There was a mini-fridge in her nursery, stocked with bottles of milk and juice, and jars of baby food. She could have as much of that as she wanted... Which was none, really, but, with no other alternatives, she wound up eating plenty anyway.

He'd even put parental filters on the TVs, keeping her from switching away from channels meant for the smallest of kids. And there was no leaving the house for other entertainment... He had his bedroom locked as well, and all of her skirts, her pants, her dresses, anything that would cover her diaper, were in her old closet there. Nothing in the closet in her nursery came close to covering her diaper, much less hiding it.

For a while, she told herself he'd get tired of this soon enough, that there was no way he could keep it up forever. For a long time, there was no sign of that, nothing to indicate he was going to give up... And then, at last, after almost a full nine months since her nursery had been installed, and her adulthood had been taken away for good, he sat her down for a talk.

There had to be some significance to the amount of time, she thought. Nine months... That was as long as it took to carry a baby. Perhaps he was going to let her start growing back up now. He'd probably take it slow, sure, but at this point, she'd be happy with anything.

Instead, he dropped a bombshell on her. "Sweetheart, I think it's time that things changed around here." She nodded, definitely agreeing with that. "It's been a long time since we've been... together, and Daddies have needs, too." She nodded again, squirming in her soggy - as always - diapers. For a while, she'd been determined not to sleep with him after this was over, to teach him a lesson... Now, however, she was desperate for some release of her own. "I'm glad you understand," he smiled. "So, I'm going to start dating again."

"What?!" Cassi's eyes widened. "B-But... You can't date! We're dating!"

He chuckled. "No, we're not," he countered. "I'm your Daddy, and you're my baby girl... I take care of you, but we are certainly not dating."

"Yes, we are!" Cassidy insisted. "You can't date someone else! I won't allow it!"

"Well, then," he smirked, "you're free to move out any time. Of course, if you do that, I won't be paying off your student loans any more... And you'll have to pay your own rent somewhere, and for food, and for diapers, and..."

She wriggled in place, stomach churning. She'd thought of all this before, of course, and knew how hopeless it was. She hadn't been able to find a job before this had started... Did she really have any hope of doing it now, after she'd spent so long as an overgrown toddler, especially one that would pay enough to cover all of that? It seemed very unlikely... No, she was completely dependent on her Daddy, which meant she had little choice other than to accept his decision. All she could do to stop him was throw a tantrum, and all that did was get her a spanking, and an even earlier than usual bedtime.

The next day, the doorbell rang, and, a few minutes later, an unfamiliar girl appeared at Cassidy's nursery door. "H-Hey!" Cassi blushed, trying to cover her bare chest, wondering why Daddy had let her play in just a diaper if he knew someone was coming over.

"Hi, there," the girl giggled, walking over to her, bending down. Cassidy shifted in place, unable to ignore the low cut of the girl's top, and the ample breasts underneath, so much bigger than her own. "You must be Cassi!"

"A-Are you here to date Daddy?" she asked, hardly able to believe it. For as well-endowed as she was, Cassidy couldn't imagine she was much older than eighteen, which she supposed wasn't that much younger than her and Gabe, but certainly felt like it.

"Oh, no," the girl shook her head. "But I am here to look after you while he goes on a date. I'm your babysitter, Cassi! My name is Lexi. We're going to have so much fun together!"

Cassidy did not need a babysitter, especially not one that she was horrified to learn was still a senior in high school. She was eighteen, at least, but she hadn't even started college... She should not be completely in charge of someone who had graduated from one of the toughest schools in the country!

But that was exactly what happened. She tried to convince Gabriel she'd be fine on her own, or to at least find her somebody else, and he always told her no. "She's just a kid!" Cassi whined. "She thinks I'm her doll!"

She was pretty sure Gabe told Lexi about that, because it only got worse from there. Lexi loved making Cassi run around in just her diaper, but she enjoyed dressing her up, too, playing with her hair, telling her how much cuter she thought it would be if she would just dye it bright pink, or green, or blue, or some other unnatural color. 

Before Cassidy complained to Gabe, those were idle threats, she knew, nothing to worry about... Afterwards, despite Cassi's protests, if Lexi said she wanted to see how the girl looked with different color hair, she colored it. "No, you can't do that!" Cassidy tried the first time. "It's my hair!"

"Yeah, well, you're a baby, and I'm a grown-up, so what I say goes," the girl shrugged.

"No, you're not!" Cassi grumbled. "I'm older than you!"

"But I'm not the one who needs diapers," Lexi smirked. "And I'm the one in charge, so I can do whatever I want to you. Or... Are you arguing with me? Because I'd be happy to give you a spanking, too. I bet you'd stay still for me after that."

It was true; Gabriel was not only not mad when he found Cassidy with bubblegum pink hair, he complimented Lexi on her color choice. Cassidy was totally at the whims of some immature little brat, one who had full permission to punish Cassidy any way she saw fit, and for any reason. One time, Lexi caught Cassi staring at her boobs - and, since the girl kept them on display at all times, how could she not? - and she asked, "What's wrong, piddle-pants? Jealous?"

"No!" Cassidy blushed, shaking her head in embarrassment.

"Aww, it's okay," Lexi wiggled her shoulders, making her cleavage jiggle. "You can admit it. Just tell me the truth, Cassi!"

"I'm not jealous!" Cassidy insisted. And, for that, she spent the rest of the evening lying on her tummy, writing out lines in crayon. 

"What's this?" Gabriel asked when he came home, finding her surrounded by page after page of construction paper, bending over to pick one up. "'I wish I could be a big girl, like Lexi, not a pathetic little Pamper-packer like I really am'?" Cassi had explained the whole thing to him, hoping he'd take her side, but all he did was shrug and say, "Well, I suppose if she thinks you deserved it, you must have."

And, just when Cassidy was starting to get used to that, things changed again. "Sweetie," Daddy told her one night, "I think I've finally found someone... We've been on a few dates now, and we're starting to really hit it off."

"G-Great," Cassidy forced a smile, knowing better, by now, than to try to resist.

"It is," he nodded. "Except... She's pretty vanilla, and she doesn't know about all this." Cassi's eyes lit up, and, for a moment, she thought this might be the end, that, if he wanted to be with this other woman, he'd let her go, help her get started somewhere else. "So, you're going to convince her that she should want to be your Mommy."

"Wh-What?!" Cassidy gasped. "M-Me?!"

"That's right," Gabe told her. "And, if that doesn't work... Well, I might just have to put you up for adoption. I'm sure there are plenty of other doms out there who would love to have a little baby girl like you to do with as they please..."

She didn't want to do this, to have to help someone else decide they wanted to date her boyfriend, and treat her like a baby... But, apparently, the alternative wasn't a new start for her, at least not in the way she'd hoped. "H-How am I supposed to do that?"

"You're smart," he said. "You're a college graduate, remember? I'm sure you'll think of something... And, if not, maybe Lexi can help."

Cassi didn't want to admit she needed Lexi's help for anything, yet, as the date when she was supposed to meet this new woman approached, her mind was completely blank. "It's simple," Lexi chuckled, as soon as Cassidy asked her if she had any ideas. "You need to show her that you aren't a threat... I mean, she could just look at you and know that, obviously, but we can go further. She has to know you have no hope of ever taking Gabriel back."

Lexi was more than happy to figure out how to convey that, picking out the perfect shirt - a white one, with the Pampers logo across the front, that ended well above her belly button - and the perfect diaper to go with it - a nice pink one, extra thick. She even colored Cassidy's hair blue, to match the Pampers logo, with a bit of pink to match the diaper. And, after taking a second look at her, she taped a second diaper over the first. She got the extra diaper packages out of the nursery's closet, piling them up, showing off how many Cassi had, how much she obviously needed them, to have such a huge collection...

"There!" Lexi declared, stepping back to survey her work. "Now there's no way anyone could look at you and think you're anything other than a sweet, innocent little baby. Although, it might help if you don't say too much at first." She slid a pacifier between Cassi's lips, the girl sucking automatically. "Now, you're perfect. Nobody could say no to this face!"

"Now, remember," Cassi could hear Gabe's voice in the hall, "you promised to keep an open mind..."

"I already told you, I don't care if you're poly." Cassidy gulped as she heard a female voice, knowing who it was. "I've heard about it, and it doesn't seem like it's that big of a deal. We can talk about it, anyway, and..."

The woman stopped mid-sentence as Gabriel pushed the nursery door open, her mouth falling open at what she saw inside. Cassidy squirmed as Gabriel gave her a nod, signalling that it was up to her now. All she wanted to do was hide her face, but she made herself pick up one of her many stuffed animals, offering it as a gift.

"What is this?" the woman turned back towards Gabe, confused. She was so pretty, so grown-up, especially compared to Cassi... She could hardly blame him for wanting to be with her.

"Ask her," he nodded at Cassidy again, his gaze turning more stern. Cassi sucked harder on her paci, remembering his threat of adopting her out, letting someone else have her.

"H-Hi," she mumbled around her pacifier. "Th-This is for you!"

"Umm... Thanks," the woman took the plush dinosaur gingerly from her hands. "And who are you?"

"M-My name is Cassi," she said. "A-And I really want you to be my Mommy."

"Mommy?" the woman raised her eyebrow. "This is a little weird for me, Gabe... I just thought you wanted to date someone else at the same time..."

"No!" Cassidy shook her head seeing the woman start to back away. She stumbled forward, falling onto her knees, clutching onto the woman's skirt. "Please, don't go... He doesn't want to date me, I promise!"

That stung... They had dated for years before this... But, by now, she supposed it was true. He didn't want to date her anymore, and, even though it was because of what he had done to her, that didn't change the results. They were never going to be together in that way again.

"J-Just look at all these diapers!" Cassi gestured. "I'm just a baby..."

"It certainly looks that way," the woman agreed. "But what do you want from me?"

Cassidy swallowed, looked up at Gabriel, who offered no help. "I-I... I-I want you to be my Mommy. I-I want you to feed me, a-and give me baths, and... a-and change my diapers..."

"You use those?!" Cassi wanted very badly to say no, but she took the woman's hand, pulling it down, pressing it to the crotch of her diaper, proving that yes, she definitely did. The woman looked shocked, quickly pulling her fingers away, then, after a moment, returned them, pressing harder against the padding, before prying Cassidy's hands away from her dress, turning her around. "For everything?"

"Y-Yeah," Cassidy blushed, feeling the woman start to tug out the back of her diaper. "I-I already did earlier..."

"Oh," she sounded almost disappointed. "I have to say, this is pretty weird..."

"It's all right," Gabe told her. "Like I told you, if you aren't into this, it isn't a dealbreaker... Little Cassi here can find somewhere else to live..."

Cassidy nursed her paci, staring up at the other woman desperately. "Well," she mused, "I'll have to think about it..."

"Take your time," Gabriel said. "I don't want you to rush into anything."

"I did my best, Daddy," Cassidy sniffled, once the prospective new Mommy was gone. "I-I don't know what else to do!"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," was all the advice he'd give her. Fortunately, the first meeting seemingly hadn't been all bad, because, a few days later, instead of Lexi coming over for the evening, the woman did.

"Oh!" Cassi was taken by surprise again, as she sat on the nursery floor in just her diaper, playing with blocks. She was tempted to cover her chest, but, thanks in part to all the time she'd spent with Lexi, was able to resist. "H-Hello..."

"Hello, Cassi," the woman stepped in. "I have to say... I haven't quite been able to get you out of my head since I met you."

"O-Oh," Cassidy blushed, not knowing how to take that, much less respond. "Th-Thank you?"

The woman knelt down next to Cassi's blocks. "You really are just like a little baby, aren't you?" she looked at the toys, at Cassidy's attire. Cassi wanted to say no, but that wasn't exactly true anymore. "So, tell me, Cassi... Have you already messed your diaper today?"

Cassidy really wished the answer was yes, had a bad feeling she knew where this was going. "N-No, ma'am," she admitted.

"I see," the woman smiled. "To be honest, I've been thinking a lot about that... About what that must look like..."

Cassi still had a little control over that, though not much... Her bladder would let go whenever and wherever it wanted, and sometimes her bowels did, too, but usually she had a bit of warning. At the very least, she'd never woken up in a messy diaper that hadn't already been that way the night before, while she had been wetting her crib every night for months.

"D-Do... D-Do you want to see?" She didn't want to do it, to have to put on a show, but it was obvious that the woman was curious... The only question, really, was whether that was going to scare her away, or if she was going to be into it.

"You don't have to," the woman said... But Cassi did. She had to do whatever it took to make this woman agree to be her Mommy.

All it took was a push, one that was getting easier and easier for her to do without meaning to, or fully noticing. In an instant, she could hear herself grunting softly, the diaper crackling as it began to swell outwards, accommodating the warm mush she was filling it with. She couldn't look at the woman as she did it, couldn't bear that, even though she knew the woman must be staring at her, watching every moment, taking it all in, seeing how fully babyish Cassidy was, up on all fours, pooping her pants...

"You really did," she marvelled, reaching out and giving the squishy lump a poke, then another. "Wow..."

"Y-Yeah," Cassidy nodded, staying up on her hands and knees. "Umm... C-Can I call Daddy in now?"

"What for?" the woman asked.

Cassidy stared at her, trying to decide if she was joking. "A-A change!" she said after a second, wiggling her bottom, nose wrinkling as the muck shifted.

"I wouldn't mind giving that a try," the woman told her. "I mean, it is my fault you did it, right?" Cassi gulped, nodded; that was true, but the only people who had ever changed her were Gabriel and Lexi... Still, if this was what she wanted... And, if she was going to be her Mommy, well, Cassidy had better get used to this.

The woman took her by the hand, leading her over to her changing table, helping her up onto it. Cassidy sat down, squeaking as her backside sank into the mess, the woman not quite masking a giggle when it happened. "That is so cute," she commented. "You really want me to be your Mommy, huh? You even filled your diaper for me..."

"Uh-huh," Cassidy nodded. "Sh-Should I lay down, or...?"

"Oh, no need," the woman smiled. "Let's see here..." She went to the closet, rifling through the shirts until she found one she liked, pulling it over Cassi's head. 

"What are you doing?" Cassi asked. If she wanted to dress her up, why not wait until after she was in a clean diaper? Instead of answering, the woman picked up Cassidy's diaper bag, starting to load it up. "Wh-Why do you need all that?"

"Well," the woman finally replied, "this is a big decision, and I always ask my friends for advice with big decisions... And I want them to see just how dedicated you really are to this, so we can change you after you meet them. And you looked so precious in double diapers the other day, I think we'll do that again."

"No!" Cassi crossed her arms, shaking her head. "Y-You can't take me out like this!"

"I thought I was going to be your Mommy," the woman stared her in the eyes, Cassidy shrinking back. "That means I can do anything I want, doesn't it? Like I told you, Cassi, I've been thinking about you a lot, and getting all kinds of fun ideas..."

Cassidy did not like the sounds of that, or the look she'd seen on the woman's face... "Y-You are going to get something else for me to wear first, right?" she asked, tugging at the hem of her shirt, knowing she had no chance of getting it to cover her dirty diaper.

"I'm not sure," the woman shrugged. "All this is fun, but... What does Mommy really get out of it?" Cassi didn't have an answer for that. "I bet you can think of something," she told Cassi, strutting over to a chair and sitting down, spreading her legs, sliding her panties down. "Or I can take you out like that," she suggested when Cassidy, stunned, didn't move.

Cassi had kissed a girl in college, but had never gone any further than that with one... If nothing else, though, she thought, as she crawled across the room, blushing bright red, at least it was something grown-up, which was more than she'd gotten to do with Daddy in a long time. "I-I've never really..." she gulped, stopping at the woman's feet.

"Don't worry, baby," the woman said, gently pushing Cassidy's head under her skirt, "Mommy will teach you."

The fact it was happening while she was in a messy diaper certainly took away a good bit of the maturity she'd hoped she'd feel as she did it, listening to the woman moaning above her. If anything, she felt jealous, wishing she could feel that, too, though afterwards, when she asked, "S-So, can I...?" as she touched her diaper, Mommy shook her head.

"You're getting a skirt out of this, remember? Don't be greedy, or you won't get that, either."

After all that, Cassidy assumed it would be a long skirt, something actually helpful... Instead, Mommy gleefully helped her into a tiny, pink skirt, one not even long enough to cover the diaper, and so thin the designs on the plastic could probably be seen through it anyway. Maybe she hadn't noticed, wasn't aware...

"Perfect," the woman grinned, kneeling down to examine it. "Oh, I bet my friends are going to love you... Along with everyone else who sees you on the way there!"

Cassidy had tried so hard to convince the woman that she wanted to be her Mommy, but now, she was afraid she had done too good of a job... She was starting to worry that Mommy might be worse than Daddy... Maybe she should have let herself get adopted out to a stranger after all; now, she had a bad feeling Mommy was already too attached, and that she might have some more, even more evil, plans rolling around in her head, waiting to try them on her new baby.