Immature Mother (Patreon)

The thirty year old woman sat in her office, shocked by what she was watching on her laptop. As the live feed keep streaming, Janet couldn't look away as she watched the security footage from her house. It showed her forty nine year old mother, crawling around the living room in nothing but a massive cloth diaper. The older woman navigated her way through the gap that existed between her two trendy black half back couches and plopped herself down in front of the flatscreen television. As she stared at the TV, she proceeded to suck her thumb while she watched her cartoons. 


"Ugh," The younger woman sighed. She had wanted to find out what her mother had been doing with all of her free time, but she never would've thought that this was what she did with her time. Janet had seen enough and clicked out of the security program, feeling rather disgusted.


As she sat there in her office chair, reflecting on what she had just witnessed, she grew increasingly annoyed with mother. Not only had she been lying to her about looking for work, but she was living out some kind of bizarre baby fantasy under her roof. For months now, her mother had been taking advantage of her kindness! Free loading on her dime and, according to the video feed, playing "baby".


Janet remembered the previous summer, that was when this whole situation had begun, back in July of the previous year. She could vividly recall the day her once powerful mother had shown up at her door, hoping to hide from her problems. From that day forward, it had been such a disastrous year for her mother, Amanda. She had lost her business and then her house. It was seemingly a miracle that she had been lucky enough to avoid court. The shrewd business woman had bargained with one of her chief investors and basically gave him the house to settle her massive debt with him,thus saving herself from being investigated and ending up in jail. The only property which had been spared was Janet's house. Shortly thereafter, she demanded that Janet give her a room in her house.


At the time, Janet let her mother move in because she wanted to do the right thing. Plus, in the thirty year old's mind, it was a way to repay her mother for helping her get through college and buying her the house they now shared. However, it had been well over a year since her mother had moved in and she still didn't have a job. Janet didn’t expect her mother to build another business again, or even get a high paying job. It would have been perfectly acceptable if her mother had found a job working as a waitress. After all, Janet simply wanted her mother to be able to buy her own food and pay her own bills. 


Just remembering the last few months made Janet sigh. It was really getting old! An entire year of supporting her mother, Janet felt less like a daughter and more like she was becoming the mother in the relationship since she was constantly cleaning up after her mom and paying for all of her experiences.


As Janet thought about the last fourteen months, including what she had just seen on her laptop, it all clicked together in her mind. It all made sense why she had felt like she was the mother in the relationship. 


"If mom wants to act like a spoiled baby, I'll make her dream come true!"


The young woman picked up her office phone and dialed a familiar number.


"Hey, Nancy. Are you available on Monday to meet with my mother?"


-A Week Later-


Amanda awoke from her sleep with a grimace. She had wet the bed for the fourth night in a row. Secretly, she was rather excited by her newfound bed wetting status, but hated having to clean up after herself. It was no little mess either. She stepped out of bed and dropped her stained panties to the floor. An audible sigh echoed through the room as she examined the damage. There was no mistaking that things were getting worse. Judging by the state of her ruined underwear and the large puddle of piss that was soaking into her mattress through the bedsheets, she was starting to truly lose control of her continence at night. If this kept up, she'd have to make her daughter buy her a new bed.


Speaking of her daughter, it was Monday and, according to the clock on her nightstand, that meant that Janet had already left for work. Amanda smiled as she went to her dresser and fished out a big, cloth diaper. Ignoring the soaking wet bed, she laid the diaper out on the floor and proceeded to "dress" herself for her day of play. The forty nine year old could only giggle to herself as she thought about how much she hated weekends now compared to when she was a child. She couldn't be a baby on weekends since her daughter was home.


Amanda stood up and admired her diapered body in the mirror. Sure, she wasn't the hot twenty year old she used to be twenty nine years ago, but for a woman who was almost fifty, she was looking good. Her breasts were still firm and, unlike most women her age, she didn’t have too many wrinkles.


'I should model Depends!' That thought alone caused Amanda to laugh out loud as she shook her big padded butt in front of the mirror. 

"They're too thin to handle a big baby like me!"


Amanda stuck her tongue out at the mirror and slapped her thickly padded ass before she strutted her way out of her bedroom. 'I wonder what episode of Tom and Jerry is on right no-'


The diapered forty nine year old literally stopped in her tracks the moment she stepped foot into the living room. 


'It couldn’t be possible!  This had to be a nightmare!'


"Good morning, Mom!" Janet smiled from the couch, flanked on both sides by Amanda's former employees. 


Amanda immediately covered her diaper in shock until she remembered that she was topless and lifted her right hand to cover her exposed breasts.


"What are you still doing home and why in the hell are Nancy and Cathy here!?" Amanda demanded from her huddled over position. 


"You sure weren't joking, Janet." The sixty year old blond stated with an odd look on her face. "I never would have guessed that my former boss pranced around in pampers, pretending to be a baby."


"I know, Cathy." Janet, the youngest woman in the room, agreed as she grinned at her diapered mother. "You should see her when her shows are on. She’s quite the little thumb sucker!"


"You're kidding me!" Nancy, Amanda's former secretary, who sat opposite of Janet, chimed in.


"Well then. It's a good thing I babysit my granddaughter. I have all the supplies necessary for taking care of such a big baby." The sixty year old woman explained with a smile while patting a big pink duffle bag that she had on her lap.


"Wait!" Amanda cried out in horror as the three women in the modern living room stood up. "This isn't what you think it is!" The forty nine year old thought fast. "I have a weak bladder and need these!"


"Nice try, mom. I showed Cathy and Nancy the home security footage." Janet explained, pointing out the small, off white camera in the corner of the room.


"I personally thought the video of you packing your pampers was pretty funny." Cathy chuckled as she looked at Nancy. "She acted exactly how my two year old granddaughter acts when she goes poopy."


"Now, unless you want me to post that video of you pooping your diaper online, you'll do everything we say. Understood?" Janet warned.


Amanda nodded, knowing that she had no other choice but to comply.


"That's a good girl!" Janet praised her middle aged mother with a smile. 


The older woman frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, not liking the tone her daughter was using to talk to her.


"Looks like we got us a fussy baby."  Nancy announced in a silly voice. 


"Don't worry, honey." Cathy paused as she picked up a big squeeze bag. It looked vaguely familiar to Amanda who could only wonder where she might have seen something like it before.


"Let me handle this." Nancy offered as she pulled out a large hose that she connected to the rubber bag that Cathy held. "Leave everything up to your Auntie Nancy and Cathy."


"That's a good idea! I bet she's constipated." Cathy replied with a grin as she looked at her friend who was holding up the rubber bag and hose.


"How about we give her an enema?" Nancy questioned with a giggle.


"Yes, that'll clean out the big baby in no time." Cathy agreed as she walked past Nancy and approached her former boss.


"Umm, won't that be a bit messy?" Janet thought aloud, feeling a bit apprehensive. She wanted to put her mother in her place, not change her diapers!


Amanda's eyes went wide when she realized what her former employee were going to do to her.


"You guys want to treat me like a baby? Maybe make fun of me and belittle me?" Amanda asked before continuing, "Fine! But don't you dare make me shit myself!"


The forty nine year old loved to wear diapers, but the most adventurous thing she ever did in them was wet them. There was one time, a few years ago, where she tried to mess herself, but it had stunk so bad and it had taken the entire afternoon to clean herself up afterwards.


"Amanda, we're only here to help." Cathy stated as she stopped only inches away from the diapered woman.


"You've always been rather immature and now we all know why. This game where you pretend to be an adult has gotten old. It's time we put you in your place." Nancy boldly declared to her former boss.


Amanda stared at the two women she had known for almost a decade. It was like they had gone crazy. 


"Just because I like to wear a diaper doesn't mean that I'm immature or want to be a baby!"


"Amanda, stop this nonsense!" Janet demanded.


"See, even your own daughter is tired of your actions and behavior." Cathy stated.


"Just let us help you feel better, Amanda. I bet you're all backed up." Nancy cooed. "You always had to go to the bathroom around this time when I worked for you."


"I normally do, but I hold it in until after my cartoons are fini-" Amanda caught herself and yelled out "That's none of your business!"


"Such a fussy baby." Cathy stated in a sickly sweet voice as she brought her diapered former employer in for a hug. "Just let auntie make it better."


While Cathy was holding Amanda in a gentle embrace, Nancy slowly made her way behind Amanda and yanked her cloth diaper down with a quick motion until it was bunched around her knees. 



"What the fuck?!"


Amanda shouted out while pushing Cathy away from her. She tried to run away from the two crazy women. However, she barely made it two steps when her diaper bunched up around her knees and caused her to fall face first onto the couch.


"Janet! Hold your mother down!"


Janet didn't question her partner in crime as she quickly moved into position and held her mother firmly in place. Amanda squirmed against the sea of pillows that she was pinned between, her daughter not giving her an inch to spare.


"Cathy! Help Janet keep her steady. I'm taking the rear."


Amanda did everything she could to try and get up, but her daughter and Cathy were just too strong. If it was only her daughter, maybe she could've broken free, but there was no way that she was going to be able to overpower two women who were literally on top of her. At the last minute she looked back and saw her old secretary approaching her with the large enema bag hanging from her outstretched hand. Amanda could tell that the older woman was savoring this moment.


"This should help our little Mandy get those poopies out of her tum tums." Nancy sang in a motherly tone before spitting on the end of the nozzle. 


She leaned forward and pressed the nozzle against Amanda's sphincter. It was quite a tight fit, but the former secretary did her best to gently insert it up her squirming bosses ass.


Please!" Amanda cried out as the slick tube violated her anus. "Don't do this to me!"


The poor diaper loving mother's pleas fell upon deaf ears as she was forced to take the nozzle up her ass. She focused on her breathing, taking deep breaths as she consciously tried to unclench her asshole. It went against everything she subconsciously knew and had been taught, but it was the only way to ease the pain. 


Taking one last deep breath, the forty nine year old finally felt the nozzle slide into place. To allow something to be pushed up her pooper was just so bizarre and felt wrong. But she had no choice except to allow the big nozzle access to her tight rosebud.


The middle aged mother had never been very adventurous,except when she would wear a diaper and, even then, she only wet it. She knew nothing about enemas and had no clue what anal sex felt like, but she could only assume that the slick intruder was probably similar to what a penis might feel like if it was shoved up there. If she had to use one word to sum up her feelings It would be the word "foreign". It felt foreign, the item up her asshole felt foriegn, but that was about it. 


"Janet, hold the hose for me. I have to fill up the bag." 


The youngest woman in the room accepted the hose with a nod. 


As Nancy's heels clicked on the tiled kitchen floor, Amanda realized that she still had some time left to negotiate her way out of this crazy situation. She was a business woman after all, negotiating with her daughter shouldn't be too hard.


"Janet, please don't do this. I know that I haven't been very helpful around the house, but I'm your mother!"


Janet sighed. "This wouldn't be happening if you had just gotten a job. I have been washing your clothes, buying your food-"


"Like I did when you were a child!" Amanda exclaimed, hoping to remind her daughter that she had always been there for her.


"Yes, but I was a little girl. I needed you and dad to help me since I was too young to do anything for myself. However, you're a grown woman. You have no excuse for being a leach and taking advantage of my generosity!"


Amanda winced at that last remark. "I'm sorry for being so lazy. Just, tell Nancy and Cathy to leave and I'll get a job. I promise!"


"This wasn't entirely my idea, mom."


"What do you mean?" 


"I only wanted to blackmail you for a day or two, maybe make you hate being a baby and learn a lesson. But when I called up Nancy and Cathy…. Well, they obviously have other plans."


"Janet, you don't have to explain anything to that big brat. Everyone who worked under her was treated like dogs! Like we were lower than shit" Cathy explained, anger rising in her voice.


"I didn't tre-" Amanda was suddenly interrupted by Nancy returning.


"You made me take your clothing to the cleaners during my lunch break! I had to move your car every weekend when the street sweeper was scheduled to drive by your neighborhood just so you could sleep in. I had to deal with every angry investor you fucked over!"


Nancy plugged in the warm bag and unclamped the tube, completing the seal.


"Consider this a taste of what's to come, baby Mandy."


Amanda winced as a gush of warm liquid flowed into her sore asshole! Her mouth fell open in surprise as the warm soapy solution forced its way up into her colon. The position she was in, laying on her belly, greatly aided the already mixed solution which surged deeper and deeper into her body. 


"Oh, ohh, eee!" Amanda squeaked as her rectal cavity was filled with liquid.


"There's a lot more where that came from, baby." Cathy smiled.


"Aaaaah!" She moaned. The water felt rather  pleasant at first. Amanda's nipples hardened immediately and her cunt started to grow saturated. This sensation of pleasure was short lived as her stomach began to expand.


"That's too much!" Amanda whined in a breathless voice just above a whisper. 


"Sorry, mom." Janet stated in a sympathetic voice as she began to rub her mother's back.


Amanda was forced to lay there as her bowels started to feel full. She couldn’t help but squirm until a light slap on her big butt stopped such naughtiness. 


"Hold still," Nancy scolded, "It won't get all those big poopies out if we only do half a bag."


"Noooo" 


The forty nine year old whined. The pressure was starting to become unbearable. She felt so bloated! It was pressing against her insides, causing her stomach to stretch like a balloon. She couldn't help but feel as if she was pregnant again. The only thing missing aside from swollen ankles was a baby kicking around inside her.


"Oh, it's not that bad you big cry baby." Nancy proclaimed. 


"Yeah, I do it once a month." Cathy added, causing both women to give her an odd look. 


"What? It's an entirely normal, cleansing process that leaves me feeling great afterwards!"


"That's interesting, Cathy. You and Janet hold her down, I'm pulling the tube out."


Both women held Amanda as Nancy reached down and grabbed the base of the little silicone plug with her fingers. With a swift and smooth motion, she pulled the nozzle from her former bosses butthole. She then quickly slipped the silicone butt plug in. 


"Ohhhh!"


Amanda gasped, her sphincter instinctively clenching around the plug, accepting it into her tight hole. It was roughly an index finger thick, with a flared base and narrow neck that prevented it from slipping out. The middle aged mother tried to push it out, but the pressure from inside her hole had formed a seal. She laid there, uncomfortable, as she tried unsuccessfully to push the plug out.


"Now that the baby is plugged, let's get her back into her diapers." Cathy giggled.


"Yeah, but this cloth diaper isn't appropriate for a modern baby." Nancy remarked as she looked at the bundle of cloth wedged between Amanda's knees.


"Here, help me get her onto her back. I got a surprise for her!"


Cathy and Janet flipped the bloated Amanda onto her back, allowing Nancy to pull the cloth diaper down her legs. 


"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Let's get you into something a bit more cute!"


Nancy pulled out a huge diaper from the diaper bag and unfurled it with a flick of her wrist. 


Now it was Cathy's turn to look at Nancy oddly as did Amanda and her daughter. All three women stared at the giant disposable diaper that was outstretched in Nancy's hands.


"Where did you even find that thing?!" Janet asked, astonished by the sheer size of the disposable undergarment. It looked exactly like a baby diaper, only sized up to fit an adult.


"They sell them on the internet. I think they're for handicap children or adults." Nancy explained as she laid the huge hourglass shaped diaper onto the couch.


"Hoist her legs up, girls!"


Each woman grabbed a leg as Amanda laid there in a fairly docile state. She had always wanted to try a legitimate adult baby diaper, but never had the courage to order one. Years ago, she had a seamstress custom make her a cloth diaper, the same one that Nancy had thrown to the ground. Of course, when the seamstress asked about the item she was commissioned to create, Amanda lied about what it was for. Like a child trying to avoid potential ridicule, she had said it was for her ailing mother.


A cold wipe across her privates pulled Amanda into the present with a shiver. Nancy followed it up with some powder and had the forty nine year old mother covered in talcum.


"Aaa-choo!"


"Don't you think that's enough powder. I'm sneezing over here!" Janet complained.


"Gotta keep the baby nice and powdered for later." Cathy explained. 


"Yeah. She's gonna need it." Nancy chuckled as she finished diapered Amanda. 


"So, she's diapered and probably going to shit herself in twenty minutes." Janet thought aloud. "That's good enough, right?"

 
Both older women laughed out loud like the young woman had asked a stupid question. 


"We're going for a ride around the block." 


Nancy announced, completely ignoring Janet's question while technically answering it at the same time.


"Okay. Should we take my car or yours?"


"Oh, Janet. If you keep making me laugh like this, I'll be the one needing diapers." Nancy chuckled as Cathy quietly left the room.


"How are we supposed to go around the block without a car unless…" Janet paused, not wanting to finish her thought.


"You're a smart girl, Janet. You can figure it out."


"We're going to walk her around in public like this?!"


"Not quite. We have a baby to show off and what better way to do that then to take a stroll through the neighborhood?"


"How exactly are we supposed to take a stroll around the neighborhood without a stroller?"


"I've got the stroller ready." Cathy announced as she reentered the living room.


While Nancy and Janet were busy talking, Cathy had taken the stroller out of her trunk and unfolded it by the front door. She approached the group of women with the deluxe stroller ready to go.


"See, it's that kind of initiative that made Cathy one of the best employees who had been unlucky enough to be employed by your mother." 


"I thought you were joking. You're seriously going to parade my mother around the block in a stroller?!" 


"Yes." Nancy and Cathy replied in unison.


"Janet, you should know better than anyone that she's had this coming for a long time. Plus, I'm pretty sure she'll be enjoying herself since she loves pretending to be a baby." Cathy reasoned.


"Yeah, it's probably apart of her baby fantasy to be pushed around in a stroller." Nancy added, cooing the last segment of her sentence down at Amanda. 


"Just because I like to wear diapers doesn't mean-"


Nancy shoved a large custom made pacifier into the grumpy forty nine year old's mouth, silencing her.


"Mpphhh!"


"Do I even want to know where you got that thing?"


"Sex shop on the edge of town." Nancy smiled.


"I- umm…"


"Us older gals like to have sex too, young lady. Sometimes a man likes a woman to get kinky." Cathy explained. 


"It works better than a boner pill." Nancy added with a wink.


"Okay. I think I've heard enough." Janet stated with a sigh.


"If there are no more objections, I think it's time to get our baby in her stroller." Nancy cooed.


The two older women helped Amanda get to her feet and made sure she sat in the stroller. 


Now, Amanda wasn't exactly a tiny woman, far from it at five foot six inches tall. However, Cathy had talked her husband into modifying a stroller she had bought that originally was meant to seat two babies. The original stroller had stacked seating which allowed one baby to ride seated behind the baby in the front. This design allowed it to be easily modified by her husband to accompany Amanda's adult body.


After about a day of tinkering with it, he had the baby stroller customized to seat a full grown woman. Cathy recalled having her husband push her around their house in it, to test it out. During the test, she found it to be relatively comfortable. Although that wasn't exactly the purpose of the modified stroller, it was an added bonus which meant Amanda could be taken out for much longer strolls. 


"I don't want to sound nitpicky, but can we at least put a t-shirt on her?" Janet asked.


"Hmm, that's a good idea. The last thing we need is for someone to call the cops and interrupt our fun." Nancy replied as she started to dig in the diaper bag.


"Or take us to jail." Cathy added.


"This should look absolutely adorable on the big brat!" Nancy proclaimed as she held up a pink baby t-shirt she grabbed out of the diaper bag.


The shirt in question, once it was pulled over Amanda's head and brought down over her body, barely reached the bottom of her breasts. The women that work at Hooter's showed off less skin!


"Alright, let's get on the road, ladies!" Nancy declared with a grin.


The three women set off on their journey with Cathy pushing the stroller past the front yard with Amanda strapped in it. The forty nine year old could do nothing, but "enjoy" the ride as her captors had told her to do. She fumed as she sat strapped in the stroller with barely any clothing on, hoping that no one would see her as she was forced to be put on display.


Luckily for her, most people were at work, but that didn’t stop the gossip prone housewives who saw her being pushed around from texting and calling each other up as the neighborhood bitch was pushed by each one of their houses. Unbeknownst to Amanda, they were already telling their husbands about what was going on. By the end of the day, the whole town would know about her humiliating trip through the neighborhood in a stroller meant for a toddler. 


Meanwhile, poor Amanda sat still as memories came flooding back to her. Each house she passed by only served to remind her of past arguments or disagreements she had gotten into with her neighbors. 'There's the Henley house. God, I told the Home Owners Association about their illegal placement of Halloween decorations last month.' The next house belonged to the Avery family. A family which the loud mouthed Amanda had yelled at for parking in front of her daughter's house one too many times. Amanda eventually called the police and had them talk to Mrs. Avery. 


Speaking of which….


"Oh, my goodness!" 


The shrill voice of Mrs. Avery greeted the ears of the adult baby.


"Is that Amanda McClellan?!"


Cathy brought the stroller to a stop right in front of the Avery's driveway which allowed the big breasted middle aged woman to walk over and bend down right in front of the stroller. She quickly gave the scowling baby woman a tickle under her chin. cooing sweet nothings to the forty nine year old.


"It's so refreshing to see that someone finally put the overgrown brat in her place."


"Janet showed us what her mother likes to do in her free time." Cathy started but before she could continue, Nancy chimed in.


"Yes, little Miss McClellan here likes to parade around her daughter's house dressed in diapers." 


Amanda balled up her hands into fists and swung them around like a tantrum throwing toddler while her feet banged on the foot rail of her stroller.


"Oh my! It looks like someone is having a tantrum." Mrs. Avery noted. "Is someone not getting their way today?"


The adults all had a laugh, even Janet couldn't help but giggle. From what the neighbors had told her at various block parties, her mother was a royal pain in their asses. 


As the women chatted amongst themselves, the neighborhood wives started to exit their homes in awe. Only a few of the woman had believed the text messages to be true. The various texts from down the street had said that Amanda was diapered and being pushed down the street in a stroller, but such texts sounded like the ravings of a woman who had drank way too much Merlow before noon. However, from Mrs. Perkins porch, she saw that the rumors were in fact true! She, as well as numerous others, were exiting their houses to make sure that it wasn't some kind of bizarre prank.


The women came from both sides of the street and swarmed on Amanda, quickly surrounding her stroller.  They started fawning over Amanda while some of the wives talked to Janet about her mother.


"What happened to her?" Mrs. Perkins couldn’t help but ask.


"She's always wanted to be a baby, but needed us to help her express herself properly." Cathy explained before Janet could utter a single word.


"Really?" A redhead asked. "She likes this?"


Nancy replied with a simple "yes" while Amanda whined from behind her pacifier.


"Doesn't she look adorable?" Mrs. Avery snickered.


The assembled group of women laughed. Each woman had run across Amanda during the past year. Almost all interactions ended in a negative way. Few, if any, of the women present had ever heard the bitter woman say anything positive. Just seeing Amanda  in such a humiliating situation brought joy to every housewife who had dealt with her bullshit.


Amanda's stomach rumbled violently causing her face to twist in pain.


"What's wrong with her?" One of the women asked as all eyes turned to Amanda. 


The forty nine year old struggled to hide her growing discomfort, but try as she might she  couldn’t. It was hard enough to try and stop the impending torrent that churned in her stomach while keeping it hidden from the gossiping gals standing right in front of her.


"The baby hasn't had a bowel movement yet." Cathy stated with a grin.


"She...uses her diapers?!" Mrs. Avery asked in disbelief. 


"Yes, for both number ones and number twos."


A loud fart pierced the confines of Amanda's oversized pamper sending a hot slimy ooze colliding into her buttplug. Each fart pushed the plug closer to being lodged loose, but it was a gush of warm poop that pushed it out from her tight hole. Once the obstruction was free, wave after wave of fetid water soon followed, filling up her diaper.


"And since she acts like a baby and uses her diapers like an unpotty trained brat…We must change her diapers." Explained Nancy.


A few of the women turned to leave, not wanting to see what was going to inevitably happen next. 


"I hate to cut the festivities short, but we have to get the big baby home so I can give her a diaper change." 


"Umm, why not change her at my mom's house?"


The crowd parted like a comb through hair to reveal a young woman, a teen really, who had spoken up. Some recognized her as the local babysitter and daughter of Mrs. Daniels.


"Well, I suppose that would be faster than having to push her back home." Cathy said thoughtfully. 


"Wait a minute. Does your mother know my mom?" Janet asked as she gazed at the high school student. She looked so familiar. 


"Yeah, my mom and dad invested a lot of money into her company." The blond replied. 


"Ohhh."


Amanda's eyes went wide. There was no way that this girl could be the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Daniels. If she was related to them than a dirty diaper was going to be the least of her worries.


"Alright, does anyone want to come along and watch?" Nancy questioned the small crowd.


Several of the women nodded and giggled, happy to be included in the humiliation of Amanda McClellan.


As the group proceeded to travel to the Daniels' residence, more and more curious women, and some men, joined the gathering. By the time Cathy was pushing Amanda up the walkway, there was roughly a dozen people in their entourage. 


*Knock*


*Knock*


A woman with Auburn hair, roughly in her early forties, answered the door.


"Yes, what do all you people want?" Mrs. Daniels asked before she turned her eyes downward and saw the big baby strapped in the customized stroller.


"There's no way. That can't be." Mrs. Daniels rubbed her eyes.


"We hate to bother you, but your daughter said that we could change our baby here. So, here we are." Cathy explained. 


"Well, I always told my husband that Mrs. McClellan acted like a bratty toddler, but I guess I gave her far too much credit." Mrs. Daniels smiled.


"Come on in and take care of the baby."



Cathy unstrapped Amanda and got her out of the stroller. The forty nine year old looked away from Mrs. Daniels and thought about running towards the street until she saw the large group that was behind her. 


Cathy saw the way her former boss was surveying her surroundings and gave her a quick swat on her thigh.


"Go inside, Mandy!"


Amanda found herself with no other choice. She spread her legs wide, not wanting her poopy pamper to rub against her pussy anymore than it needed to. She started walking into the house slowly, each step was wide and deliberate. However, the women present wouldn't exactly describe her wobbling and stumbling trek into the house as a "walk". If anything, she looked like a baby struggling to take its first steps. She made it into the living room where she finally lost her footing by taking too big a step and fell back onto her diaper bottom. 


Seeing the big baby land on the carpet with a splat causing one of the women preset to cry out, "Aww, isn't she so cute?!"


"She's trying to walk like a big girl." Nancy chuckled as the rest of the women joined her, giggling and nodding.


"Should we really change her here?" Janet asked, hoping to spare her mother a rather humiliating experience. If they were going to force her mother to be a baby, they could at least do this most embarrassing and intimate act in private instead of doing it in front of an audience.


"Amanda's daughter is right. You should use my daughter's nursery!" 


Nancy, Cathy and Janet all looked at Mrs. Daniels.


"You have a nursery?" Cathy asked.


"Yes, my daughter is currently at daycare, but feel free to change her in there. It already smells like dirty diapers in there so baby Mandy will feel right at home!" Mrs. Daniels chuckled. 


Janet shook her head, but Cathy and Nancy ignored her discomfort and ordered her mother to crawl to the nursery. 


"Go down that hallway and turn left at the first door."


Amanda's knees were starting to chafe on the carpet, but she knew that if Nancy and Cathy had their way, she wouldn't be walking around anytime soon. So, the failed business owner simply moved forward, one hand at a time. Her big butt rocked from side to side as she crawled down the hall and entered into the open room.


The group of women, now led by Mrs. Daniels, followed behind Amanda's big poopy butt as she crawled into the nursery.


"You going to change me in here?!" Amanda tried to say, but the pacifier obscured her voice, turning it into nonsensical gibberish.


The nursery itself was what every mother would want for their daughter. Mrs. Daniels had everything her daughter could ever want or need: a large white crib made from solid oak, an average changing table and an adorable tiny rocking horse. The walls were painted a soft hue of pink with white trim to match the crib and changing table. Even the rocking horse was an albino palomino which worked with the theme of the room.


"This is a rather lavish nursery." Nancy found herself saying.


"Yes, we should try to get Amanda a crib like that one." Cathy added in awe.


"You're not putting a crib in my house!" Janet declared, but quickly looked away under the harsh glares that Nancy and Cathy produced. Even the other housewives looked unhappy with the young woman. 


"Let's ignore that outburst. After all, it's not every day your own mother becomes your daughter." Mrs. Daniels offered, causing every woman in the room to laugh which instantly lightened up the mood.


While everyone was laughing Nancy and Cathy hovered over the infantile woman and forced her to roll onto her back. 


Noticing that the diaper change was about to begin, the women gathered around, eager to watch Amanda get her first legitimate diaper change since she was an actual infant. Nancy and Cathy were more than ready, having already pulled out a new diaper and some powder, but one thing was missing; wet wipes.


Mrs. Daniels saw the look on the two ladies faces and grabbed a tub of wipes off her daughter's changing table.


"Here you go. Mustn't forget to bring these along in the future."


Nancy nodded, taking the small tub from Mrs. Daniels. Cathy could only blush, embarrassed by the fact that she had forgotten to pack any wipes.


Amanda laid on the plush floor with her arms crossed, looking very annoyed. Her first diaper change should have been special. How she wanted to be cradled in some man's big strong arms and lowered onto his bed to be changed. She never imagined that she would be forced to shit herself and made into a spectacle for all the neighborhood bitches to gossip about! Just the thought of Nancy and Cathy ruining what should've been a magical moment, a moment to cherish, made her lash out in rage. She started banging her fists and kicking her feet like a naughty baby.


A swift slap on her exposed thigh ceased her rebellion. Amanda looked up at her former employee with a pout. But Nancy didn't care, she and Cathy had an overgrown brat to change! They proceeded to remove her t-shirt, promising Amanda and the other women that they would buy her some better baby clothes in the future. 


Amanda wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassment while two older women tended to her bloated diaper. Here she laid, a once powerful business owner, stripoed naked save for her diaper, in a room filled with women who were all younger than her. One such woman was not even a woman, but an eighteen year old girl! However, she had no chance to escape. This was her punishment for being such a bitch to everyone. For embezzling all that money from her own company. Even if the other women, including Mrs. Daniels, had no clue of this fact, they were still more than happy to humiliate her for how she had behaved towards all of them.


In some perverse part of her mind, she thought that maybe this wasn't so bad. After all, most people have to pay to get their fetish indulged. She had looked up how much it would've cost her to get her diaper changed by a big strapping man, but could never find any man interested. It was always women who were offering their babysitting services. Still, the fact that she was lying topless in a baby's nursery, dressed only in a dirty diaper, started to turn her on.


"She's probably fussy because she hasn't hasn't had her formula yet, has she?" Mrs. Daniels asked, holding out a full baby bottle of milk towards Amanda. 


Amanda stared at the bottle, a scowl spreading on her face. She didn't want to accept it. This was the woman who had threatened to sue her and basically ruined her. Nancy unstrapped the pacifier gag from her head, leaving her with little choice but to accept it.


"Take your baba like a good baby or I'm sure your Auntie Nancy and Auntie Cathy will hold you down and spank your butt!"


"I like that." Cathy smiled. "Let's have her call us 'Auntie' from now on."


Amanda sighed, knowing that Mrs. Daniels was right. She accepted the warm baby bottle and started suckling on it. 


"Uggh!" Amanda whined. "That's nasty!"


Nancy sighed and shoved the nipple back into Amanda's mouth. The forty nine year old squirmed in her dirty diaper as she was forced to drink her chalky baby formula. This was not the romantic caretaker she had originally envisioned when she dreamt about getting her diaper changed! Twin trails of yucky, warm formula, flowed from the corners of her mouth as Cathy started to change her dirty diaper.


All the housewives had taken their phones out and trained them on her, like they were filming some spectacular once in a lifetime event. Amanda could only close her eyes when Cathy pulled back the front of her diaper, revealing her poop covered crotch to the entire neighborhood!  


Mrs. Daniels, and the rest of the women, watched in a mixture of awe and disgust as Nancy and Cathy took turns cleaning up their former boss. It took about ten wipes, but finally the two women had deemed her "clean enough" and decided to rub in some baby lotion all over Amanda's diaper area. The forty nine year old could only suck harder on her bottle, the feeling of her former employee's hands running across her pussy was beginning to turn her on even more than her surroundings. She tried not to moan and did a decent job of hiding her arousal. Needless to say, it was one of her only victories.


Satisfied with Amanda's bare pubic mound, Cathy lifted up Amanda's legs and allowed Nancy to rub lotion into the woman's bottom. 


"It's bad enough that I used to have to kiss your ass on a daily basis at work, but now I have to rub lotion in it too."


The assembled women giggled at that remark, knowing full well that Amanda McClellan was probably a worse boss than neighbor. 


Next came a heavy coating of baby powder to ensure that the baby got no rashes on her hiney. At least, this is what Mrs. Daniels cooed down at Amanda. On some cosmic level, Mrs. Daniels felt like the universe was repaying her back ten times the value of money that this big brat had squandered away from her investment. Sure, she would never get that cash back, but she could get used to humiliating this dumb bitch.


Finally, the diapering was finished and Amanda let loose a sigh as Nancy withdrew nipple of the baby bottle from Amanda's mouth. The former secretary promptly handed it back to Mrs. Daniels.


"Thank you for giving our baby something to drink. I really appreciate it and I'm sure baby Mandy does too!"


"No problem. If you ever need a sitter, just ask me or heck, even my daughter could babysit her." Mrs. Daniels offered. 


Amanda started to object, totally mortified by the idea of a girl, that was less than half her age, babysitting her!


"There's no way tha-"


"Children are meant to be seen and not heard!" Cathy declared as she stuck the pacifier gag back into her former bosses mouth.


"Mmpphh!"


After being subjected to so many humiliations: purposely paraded around in public in only a diaper and t-shirt, being cooed at and talked down to in condescending tones and now sexually teased and changed in front of almost every woman in the neighborhood. The sexually frustrated Amanda felt her rage build until she snapped!


The forty nine year old mother swung her leg upwards, connecting with the baby bottle that Mrs. Daniels held, sending the bottle flying from the shocked woman's hand and into the air. She then yanked the oversized pacifier gag from her mouth and let loose a string of obscenities. Everybody in the room stared at the diapered woman as she berated her former employees as well as her daughter. The derogatory language flowed from her mouth like a raging river.


One of the only men present stepped forward from the group of startled women and scooped up the tantrum throwing adult baby. Mandy, as everyone had taken to calling her. was carried out of the room under the man's strong arm. She kicked and swung her fists as he took her out of the nursery and into the living room.


It all happened so fast. The strong man had sat Amanda onto her feet for a second while he took a seat in the rather large sofa style chair that Mrs. Daniels had in the living room. Amanda didn't even have time to think before she was pulled across the man's lap. Her fingertips clawed at the armrest as she tried to pull herself away.


The man, who Amanda had never met before, had her held in place with his left hand on her upper back, holding her squirming form on his lap as his right hand yanked her disposable diaper down. Amanda's ass was exposed to the cool air of the room which made her thrash wildly. Her hair fell around her face, hiding her burning cheeks from view as she shouted unintelligible insults at the man.


Nancy, Janet, Cathy and Mrs. Daniels rushed out to the living room, followed by the others. 


No one wanted to miss this!


*SMACK*


The mystery man's massive hand landed across her butt, sending a stinging sensation shooting up her ass, causing her to jump at the sharp sting which pierced her big butt. Again and again he brought his hand down, spanking her ass evenly, alternating cheeks until both turned a bright shade of red. Her indignant shouts of anger quickly died down, replaced by a bratty begging that soon turned into petulant pleading. Still, the man didn't let up and started landing his big hand across both ass cheeks at once, maximizing the effect of the spanking.


The loud sound of flesh on flesh caused the assembled crowd to be stunned into silence as each woman present couldn't imagine being in that same position. 


It didn't take long for Amanda's pleas for mercy to turn into tears. Her hair bounced around, hiding the tears that ran down her face as she lost count of how many times he spanked her. The impact of each blow sent her scooting around across his lap as she tried to avoid getting spanked in the same spot twice. 


After several minutes of receiving the savage yet earned spanking, Amanda slumped over the man's lap and let him finish dishing out her punishment. Once she quit resisting, he slapped her about six or seven more times before stopping. She felt her diaper get tugged back into place. He then brought the sobbing mother into his arms and gave her a warm hug.


 Amanda blinked for a moment, not entirely sure of what was happening until she felt his hand gently rubbing her back in soothing manner. The sensation was strangely comforting and she felt herself relaxing as she was cradled against his chest. Her nipples were tingling from rubbing across the material of his flannel shirt. 


A startling realization came to the forty nine year old mother; this was exactly what she had always wanted! A big burly man to hold her closely, tend to her diapers and love her unconditionally! The spanking may have been hell, but being held in this man's big, powerful arms made up for it. She felt something she hadn't felt in decades. Something she hadn't felt since was a little girl. She felt safe and protected in his arms!


"Thank you, George!" Nancy gushed, impressed by the man's strength.


"It's no problem at all. I just figured that she would fight you tooth and nail if someone didn't give her a nice long spanking."


Unexpectedly, Amanda found herself nodding in agreement, agreeing with what George had just said. 


"I think baby Mandy has had enough excitement for today." Janet offered, hoping to finally get Nancy and Cathy to take her mother back home by playing along. 


"Yeah, I think Janet is right. Baby Mandy looks like she could use a nap." Nancy cooed towards the baby woman who held onto the big man who had just spanked her.


"George, would you mind putting the baby into her stroller?" Cathy asked.


"No problem, ma'am."


With a grunt, George stood up from the sofa with Amanda wrapped around him like an overgrown baby. He easily carried her over to the stroller and sat her down into the modified pram. Amanda could only blush as she was placed into her stroller by George.


'If he could be my babysitter, I think I could learn to love this.'


"Alright, Baby girl. Say thank you to George."


"Thank you, George!" Amanda said with a smile, her eyelashes fluttering. 


"You're welcome, little lady. Now you be good for your daughter and your aunties."


"Yes, sir."


A few of the gathered women snickered while they watched the scene play out, but most of the other women genuinely enjoyed what they saw. It was sweet. It was like something out of a romance movie, except with diapers and spanking.


With Amanda loaded up, Cathy, Nancy and Janet took their leave with the group of women following them. The women quickly exchanged numbers with Nancy and Cathy as they neared the McClellan house. At this point, all of the housewives had left, leaving only the three women, and one tired adult baby, to finish the final leg of the journey which had started over an hour ago. 


Amanda laid back in her stroller feeling contented with herself for the first time in her life. 


'Maybe I could het used to this.'




To Be Continued…?



(This story was a lot harder to write than anything I've ever tackled before. I really tried to work on my biggest weakness as a writer while creating this story (writing scenes with more than two people). If you enjoyed this story, please consider leaving a comment and telling me what you liked about it. If you hated it, then let me know what you didn't like about the story. Also, if you really liked it, you can give me a heart. it's hard to see it on the mobile app, but it's at the bottom of your screen, in the righthand corner. Thanks again for your support!)