Mommy's Girl (Part 3) (Patreon)

Chapter 5 - The Mommy

Once the got home, everything was set into motion. Tilly became a motherly figure and Jane was reverted to babyhood. In many ways, Jane resented the position her daughter put her in. She was an adult, she should be in charge. 

However, part of her was relieved. She watched as Tilly put her life of drinking and partying behind her to become a more responsible ‘Parent’. She cooked, cleaned, planned dentist and doctor appointments, everything. Jane could relax, for the first time in 18 years, and be dependent. While she was the sole provider, she went to work every day with a constant reminder of what awaits her back home. The diaper between her legs became a comfort, and in no time she was having accidents without even noticing, which surely pleased her Mommy. 

Jane’s legs swung in the custom high chair Tilly had made as she was spoon fed homemade baby food. The thick adult diaper, stuffed with extra padding and covered by plastic pants crinkled and squished with her movement. She was soaking wet, and on the verge on yet another messy accident. But she didn’t mind; Jane couldn’t help but...smile.

 

Chapter 6 - The Routine

The door swung open and Jane threw her keys into the bowl placed atop a filled shoe rack. Quickly she threw off her heels and scurried to her room. There she punched in the componation code into the lock, 2-2-3-5 which Tilly proudly coded for A-B-D-L, and hurried inside. It had been a year today since the incident at the church which lead her to being her own daughters ‘babygirl’, and she wanted it to be special. 

Since that year, her room now represented that of an infants; pink walls with cartoon animal stickers on them, toys and stuffies littered around the floor and in the center of the room, next to a large changing table stacked with diapers, was a queen bed outfitted to be a crib. Tilly and Jane fully embraced their odd relationship, and went all out to ensure the integrity of the roleplay which had very much become reality. Everyday when Jane got home from work, she would ready herself for Tilly to come home. That meant ensuring she was clean shaven downstairs, freshly diapered with liberal amounts of powder, and dressed in a cute onesie or one of the other outfits they had collected over the year. It was routine, and for the both of them, the highlight of their day. 

Tilly now went to college to pursue law and held a 3.9 GPA, while her mother had seen a load of success and a serious promotion in her workplace. They both encouraged and supported each other, and their home relationship gave them plenty of time to relax for the outside world. Most days now, Tilly would come home from school and find Jane already diapered and hunger. She would make dinner and Jane would play with her toys, color, or watch a cartoon. Then after dinner, Tilly would work on school work, change and wet or messy diapers, and Jane was in bed by 8pm. However Tilly and Jane agreed that they still had to live, or at least make the appearance of, a normal life outside the home, so they never stopped each other from making plans to go out with friends or anything else of the sort. 

Although the bulk of the ageplay took place at home, Jane had been diapered 24/7 for the entirety of the year. She had a few close calls at work or while out with her friends finding out, but she never let the padding in her pants hold her back from her normal life. Tilly told her to come to terms with the fact that chances are, no one would notice, and if they did no one would comment, just assume she had a medical issue. Over the year of constant diaper use, Jane had become completely incontinent in both bladder and bowels, to Tilly’s overwhelming delight. Jane kind of enjoyed it as well, she never had to worry about struggling to find a toilet or feeling nervous desperation during a presentation at work, she would just go without noticing.

Everything had really fallen into place, and as Jane finished the last button of her tuutuu onesie, she heard the door swing open and slam shut. Tilly was home, and her surprise could start. 

Chapter 7 - The Idea

Tilly stomped in the door and blew right passed Janes room. 

Jane: Mommy?

Tilly didn’t answer, she just went and sat at her desk and put her head in her hands. Jane left her crib cautious and confused, and peered into Tilly’s room. 

Jane: ...Mommy? Are you okay?

Jane had developed a baby voice since to use at home, and sometimes had to catch herself at work when it slipped out. She tried to be extra babyish for Tilly right now. 

Tilly: Hm? Oh, hello little one.

Tilly smiled and extended her arm out welcoming Jane to come to her. Jane shuffled over, a thumb in her mouth and a teddy bear in her other hand and threw her head into Tilly’s chest. Jane felt her Mommy’s hands hold her and stroke her hair, and she could tell something was on her mind. 

Jane: What’s wrong Mommy?

Tilly sighed.

Tilly: Nothing babygirl, Mommy just has been stressed lately.

Jane: School?

Tilly nodded and looked at her open laptop blankly. Jane felt the laxatives and diuretics she took earlier finally reep the rewards she wanted to surprise her Mommy with; warm piss flooded the thick padding of her diaper and a warm sticky mess exploded around her butt. Usually Jane would get a fresh diaper on and wouldn’t wet of mess until after dinner, so she wanted to make sure Tilly had plenty of dirty diapers tonight.

However, Tilly didn’t even acknowledge it. She could clearly hear the piss flood against the inside of the diaper and the smell of the mess started to linger in the air, but Tilly didn’t budge; she just continued to stare blankly. Jane started to feel self-conscious, and thought maybe Tilly hadn’t noticed. 

Jane: Oops…

She said in attempt to draw a reaction, to which Tilly took in a deep breath as if she had been brought back into her body, then turned and smiled at Jane.

Tilly: Was that for me?

Jane nodded shyly with her thumb still planted firmly between her lips. 

Tilly: You’re the best little girl aren’t you, always trying to make Mommy happy.

Jane: But you aren’t happy Mommy

Tilly paused, and thought.

Tilly: No, you’re right. I’m not. 

Jane: So what can I do to make you happy?

With a smile, Tilly got up and started to leave the room.

Tilly: Nothing, you’ve done everything perfectly.

Jane: I wish I had two of me so I could make you double happy then maybe you wouldn’t be sad! But there’s only one me.

Tilly stopped in her tracks, just before leaving the room. The thought consumed her in an instant, two babygirls…

Jane looked at her stillness with confusing, not certain how what she said caused her to pause, until Tilly turned around and walked right over to Jane. 

Tilly: You’re right...there’s only one of you…

Tilly looked off in thought.

Tilly: But maybe...there can be more.

Jane: What do you mean Mommy?

Tilly: I’m going to order a pizza, I can’t worry about making dinner tonight. I have some planning to do.
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