MILP Story For Trudy Proud (Patreon)

Light pierced the curtains of the Proud family's master bedroom where Trudy Proud was just waking up. She blinked the sleep free her eyes and looked to her right where her husband, Oscar, would normally be snoring. However, he was no where to be found, but a note scrawled with an explanation took his place on his pillow. "Took the kids with me shopping. Enjoy your morning. Be back by lunch with gifts and flowers, Love Oscar. P.S. Happy Mother's Day!" Trudy read aloud from the note before sighing. "Always waiting until the last minute, literally." The tired mother got out of the bed and stood tall, stretching while only clad in her white bra and panties. She was annoyed for obvious reasons, but she was slightly happy with the fact that she had the house to herself for a few hours. Of course, Oscar had to get a great gift to make up for not having one ready for her to open in bed, but she didn't get her hopes up as she finished stretching. Trudy made her way to the bathroom, walking past a few discarded toys littering the carpet, stepping over them when needed. She could be sworn that she had clean up the bedroom before going to bed the other night, but she dismissed those thoughts. After all, she was a mother of two babies and they were always getting into trouble or making a mess. Staying on top of them was a twenty four hour job and that was why she was glad that she could get Penny to look after them whenever she needed her eldest daughter's help. A twist of the knob brought the shower to life. The hot water sprayed from the shower head and was quickly cooled by adjusting the knobs until the stream of water was slightly cooler, but still warm. Trudy pulled off her bra and stepped out of her panties before hopping into the shower. The petite, but curvy in all the right places, woman scrubbed her body with soap and a potent body wash. The fragrance was rich and somewhat familiar, smelling of babyish scents. 'Did I grab the baby shampoo by accident again?' She checked the bottle of body wash, but it looked the same as always, decorated with flowers on the label. Still, something seemed off about the smell. She finished her shower a few minutes later, feeling relaxed and clean, ready to start the day even if it was already midmorning. As she stepped out of the shower, an odd thing happened after that she couldn't explain. Her body was instantly free of moisture or any left over beads of water from her shower. Had she simply had a senior moment and forgot that she had already dried herself off? She grabbed the towel from the rack, examining it. 'The towel is not even damp. Strange...' Doctor Proud couldn't quite figure out how she went from being sopping wet to dry in the blink of an eye, but everything else seemed normal. Nothing else was amiss in the bathroom, but she did not even leave any new clothes out to put on. 'Maybe I'm just having an off day?' A sweet scent wisked by her nose, tickling it until she sneezed a cute, dainty sneeze. Noticeably, a white cloud rose up around her as a few puffs of powder started coating her crotch and stomach. She tried to peer through the white smokescreen created by the baby powder, but could see nothing. For a brief instant, she could've sworn that she saw a feminine shadow standing in the cloud, but it disappeared from view. "What the hell is going on?!" Trudy called out in frustration, followed by coughing due to the powder. As if a flip was switched on, the powdery dust storm dissipated and left the nude mother standing there, coated in baby powders from head to toe. That went unnoticed due to the giant version of her daughter, Cee Cee's dress hanging on a coat hanger before her. It was so large, a perfect replica of the infantile garment and the mother wondered how it came to exist. She had shrunk clothes before, but never had she heard of them increasing in size. The crazy dress would fit her perfectly. A strange compulsion compelled her to grab the dress and put it on. The accomplished doctor struggled with the arms holes, but eventually popped her arms through them. She grinned at her victory of the adult sized baby dressed and walked out of the bathroom with a dumb grin plastered on her face. She plopped down onto the carpet with a crinkle and started playing with the baby toys. She laughed and shook the rattle. Drooling slightly onto her boobs. "Hello there, sweetie." The strange voice broke her out of her infantile stupor. "Who you?" Trudy struggled to find the correct words, but said what seemed right. "Just a mother looking for her baby. You seemed like a big baby to me." The red skinned entity smiled a toothy grin. "Me no baybee!" "Oh, you don't think you're a baby huh?" Mother's Maiden tsked down at the woman sitting on the ground in a baby dress, big disposable diaper peeking out from under it. "Yep, me big giwl!" Trudy lisped with her swollen tongue, fighting the excess saliva that made her tongue so slick and sent copious amounts of drool trickling down her chin. The spittle pooling on her chest and amongst her breasts. "Big girls have teeth, honey." "Wah?!" Trudy maneuvered her enlarged tongue across her toothless gums, searching for a tooth. "Let's get your tummy full and your brain empty." The red skinned woman touched the top of Trudy's head and the diapered doctor felt a ripple go through her entire being. All of her wisdom left her mind. Her doctorate, gone. The years of college and high vanished into nothingness as her mind stared swirling. The diapered mother felt like a vortex was spinning around her. Books were replaced by rattles. Doctor's utensils turned into plastic spoons and baby bottles of milk. Her dresses and pantsuit morphed into baby clothes and oversized Pampers. All that remained was a drooling adult infant. "Open for mommy!" A loud gurgle replied from the adult baby who happily accepted the spoon filled with baby mush. Occasion, a bit of the baby food would spill onto the bib or get dropped onto her babyish dress. Of course, her face was coated in the pureed food as her brainless eyes stared happily into the void of infantile ignorance. "Happy Mother's Day to me."