Even Mothers Require Supervision Pt.5 (Patreon)

(I apologize for the delay. Lots of things going wrong lately. Also, battling a flu right now. Regardless of that, I hope you enjoy!)



**In Mommy's Living Room**


Allison sat on her padded bottom, staring over the mesh walls of the playpen while she awaited her baba of milk, but most importantly of all; her mommy. As she watched her make believe mother approach her, the forty two year old redhead basked in the triumphant euphoria of defeating her rival, Pammy. Sending a middle aged woman to timeout shouldn't have been high up on her list of accomplishments and yet the baby side of Allison was on top of the world. If Allison had been in her more mature frame of mind, she would've been less proud, maybe even a bit ashamed, but at the current moment she truly did feel a sense of accomplishment. Nothing could take the wind out of her sails!


"How about we go for a walk, baby Ally?"


And just like that, Allison's face grew pale, showing mommy that she was afraid of such a suggestion. That anxiety was born from two realizations: the first was the fact that it was no suggestion. Mommy never made suggestions. She primarily stated her ideas aloud so that Allison knew what was going to happen next. Secondly, Allison had never so much as ventured outside in a diaper before. Not even under a dress or pair of pants. Sure, mommy had a humongous backyard, but the weather was rarely warm enough to give mommy the idea to force Ally to prance around in her pampers in the grass. 


'Why does mommy even want to take me for a walk?'


"Yes," Mommy uttered, drinking in the sight of Allison's fear. "You have been such a good little girl. I think you deserve a walk. How about we get out of this stuffy old house and get some fresh air, what do you think about that?" 


Her proposal made Ally physically cower as more adult thoughts bombarded Allison's mind as the seconds ticked by. 'How will I ever show my face in public after being led around by mommy?' It was already a foregone conclusion that mommy, being a dominatrix on top of being a caregiver for hire, would have some kind of toddler leash sized for an adult at her disposal. Allison didn't want to upset her mommy, but there was simply no way she was going to be willingly walked around in this absurd party dress meant for a toddler. 


"I dunno, mo-"


"Nonsense, Allison!" Mommy talked over her pigtailed, middle aged toddler. "I think it'll do you some good to get out of the house for a while."


Allison tried to will herself to utter another word of protest, to say anything that could possibly get mommy to change her mind, but she lacked the courage to disagree with mommy. In her mind, it would be easier to endure the potential stares and murmurings of the neighborhood than to sever her relationship with mommy and find a new mommy. It had taken her years to find a woman like her; a woman who happily gave her the attention she had been  craving since her teen years. The attention she needed to be fulfilled! Hell, mommy had been the main reason she had picked this gated community to move to when she had inherited her father's fortune.


The woman, who was only known as "mommy" to her clients, watched as her redheaded forty two year old baby lowered her head, visually struggling with the very idea of being taken out in public. When the color had drained from Allison's face, mommy knew she was back in control once more over the adult baby. In truth, she had never truly relinquished control, but the way her two charges had been acting for much of the morning had really tested her patience and made her wonder if she was losing her touch. And yet such thoughts were quickly put to rest when Allison silently submitted to her will. 


Normally she would've been more than happy to lord over her charge for a bit longer, but there would be time for that later. Afterall, she had to get her supplies ready for Allison's walk. And so, the dommy mommy walked away from her befuddled adult baby clad in pink lace and frills, entering the kitchen where an unassuming doorway to an adjacent room awaited her. 


The opening of a door caused Allison to look up from the hem of her dress just in time to see mommy go into a room inside her kitchen. The redhead knew that the matronly woman must've walked away when she had been grappling with her thoughts, but now the question had to be asked: just what was she doing back there? Was she getting a giant toddler leash or maybe a dog leash? Allison visibly cringed when that last thought crossed her mind. She liked to pretend to be a baby, but that didn't mean that she didn’t have standards damn it!


However, the answer to her question was much more shocking to her than any dog leash would have been. 


When mommy came back into sight she was pushing an abnormally large carriage, a navy blue colored baby carriage. The giant pram stood taller than the playpen and definitely dominated the empty space of the living room separating Allison from mommy.


Allison couldn't believe her eyes. That thing looked like it was big enough to fit her! She wasn't exactly tiny, but this souped up, supersized pram looked like it could easily handle her.


Still, Allison didn't quite understand why Mommy had this enormous thing. Yes, Allison knew that the woman was a professional mommy, but this thing looked like something you might see in a movie or a prop from one of those really terrible pop music videos that come out every now and then about adults sized down to look like babies. Either that or these kinds of things only existed in one of those stories she would read online when she wanted to fantasize and be a bit naughty before she fell asleep. In short, this thing couldn't exist in front of her and yet, here it was.


"My baby certainly looks excited to go for her walk." 


Mommy’s syrupy sweet tone caused Allison to blush and nod her head. 


"That's a good girl!" Mommy praised. "Now stand up and help mommy get you into your pretty pram."



Allison quickly rose to her feet as a crinkle came from her waist. She couldn't help but smile when mommy held her arms out towards her. Allison took that as her cue to put her arms across the woman's shoulders which allowed mommy to easily scoop her up off the ground. With mommy's hands firmly holding her underneath her padded posteir, Allison wrapped her legs around mommy's waist, making it a lot easier for mommy to keep her airborne.  


This was something that Allison really cherished; being held. During these short lived moments, she truly felt cared for when mommy had her in her embrace. Sadly, it never lasted long enough for Allison.


Mommy could feel the love emanating off of Allison's body as she held the woman close. This was the baby Ally she knew: the needy little girl who showed her love through actions and rarely through words. As much as she knew Allison liked to be held, she couldn't hold her for more than a minute or two. After all, she may have been a skinny thing, but she was still a grown woman. 


Mommy placed her big bratty bundle of joy in the oversized pram basket, laying Allison on her back. When mommy saw the smile that Ally gave her, she felt her chest grow warm with the kind of love that only a mother can feel. Even though there was quite a few teeth missing, it was still a very cute smile. A smile that only a mother could love.


"Cross your legs. Criss cross applesauce, baby girl." Mommy cooed.


Despite the fact that the pram had been customized to fit an adult, Allison found herself having to listen to mommy. She crossed her legs while lying down and smiled now that she was able to comfortably fit. 


"Mommy is going to pull up the hood now."


Allison stayed in place as mommy drew up the pram's cover over her body which simultaneously created a private space for the adult baby. It was like she was in her own little world.


"Opps, mommy almost forgot your pillow." 


The matronly mommy dug around beneath the oversized basket of the pram until she found a small rectangular shaped pillow. She then placed the pillow behind Ally's head.


With something soft to rest her head against and the legroom issue resolved, Allison had to admit that the pram seemed a lot more spacious than it first appeared to be when she got laid into it. Mommy certainly had done a great job of maximizing space by cleverly placing the pillow against the sturdy pram's cover. By having a pillow against the cover, Allison figured that mommy had given her an extra foot of space to stretch out in since she wouldn't be laying her head directly on the soft surface of the pram's bedding. 


Another thing Allison couldn't help but appreciate was the interior of the pram. Unlike the Navy blue exterior, the interior was literally perfect for a little girl like her! A pink pillow, pink fleece blanket and a small pink pony stuffed toy adorned the inside of the carriage, but the final touch was when mommy hooked large plastic toys from the hood of the pram. 


Allison was now prepared for her walk, 


"All ready to go, sweetie?" 


"Yeth, mommee!"


Allison giggled as her Mommy pushed the stroller out the front door. She felt a lot more at ease with how things were going. She wouldn't be seen thanks to the pram's cover which shielded her from the prying eyes of suburban housewives and she got to be outside dressed as a baby. It was truly a win win in her book!


As mommy rolled the pram around the neighborhood, Allison couldn't help but feel so small. She was tucked into a thick, warm pink blanket, hidden away by the hood and blanket with the only visible parts of her being her face. It must've been how she was strolled around as a baby. Sadly, only her real mommy knew for certain since there weren't many pictures from that period of her life, but Allison didn't fret on such things. She didn't have to remember what it was like the first time around because she was living it again at that very moment!


Suddenly, mommy stopped the pram and bent over leaving Allison to wonder what the woman was doing. Only a brief moment later, mommy reappeared holding a nice bottle of milk. Oh, how thirsty she was. In the haste of the moment leading up to her stroller ride, Allison's thirst had taken a backseat as her mind went into overdrive worrying about more important things like if she was going to be paraded around like a child or worse; an animal. 


Mommy smiled as she watched Ally's face light up when she first saw her bottle of formula. The woman greedily stuck the bottle into her mouth and started suckling. 


The pram started to move forward once more. 


Allison gazed up past the teat filling her mouth, past the random toys that spun and jingled as mommy pushed the pram and gazed at the houses that gently passed her by as she enjoyed her drink. She felt like a princess. All her needs and desires were met. She couldn't think of anything that could make this stroll any better.


'Huh, that house looks kind of familiar.'


For a brief second, Allison felt a bit of anxiety creep up, but quickly dispatched it with logic and reason. Many homes in her community had to adhere to a strict set of guidelines put forth by the Home Owner's Association.  So, with that in mind, any number of houses could be painted and decorated like her neighbor's hou-


"How many babies do you have in that thing?"


Allison froze as the voice of her daughter filled her ears. Just hearing her little girl's voice shattered the little world she was living in. Shattered the illusion she had been basking in. The forty two year old quickly pulled the blanket up over her head, hoping not to be seen.


"Shhh" Mommy shushed the teenage redhead as she continued to push the pram along the sidewalk. "You might wake them up."


"Sorry." Mackenzie whispered as she decided to stay a few steps behind the woman who pushed the beastly stroller. It wasn't long before she asked in a hushed tone. "Are they all yours?"


"I babysit for a living." Mommy stated in a quiet voice.


"Oh." Allison could hear the disappointment in Mackenzie's voice. That was not the answer her daughter wanted to hear. "I guess that explains this giant, umm, thing you push around. The way my friends talk about you, I could've sworn you had like, an adult dressed like a baby in there or something."


Oh, how right her inquisitive daughter was…


"Nope, I just have enough babies in this pram to fill a daycare on a slow day." Mommy replied with a light chuckle.


"Must be tough, watching so many babies at once." Mackenzie said thoughtfully. 


"It is, but I love my job."


Side by side Mommy and Mackenzie strolled along side the suburban street as the clouds rolled overhead, blocking out the afternoon sun. Allison could only lay back and listen, forced to stay as quiet as a mouse, least she raise her daughter's suspicions on what was really inside the pram. Her daughter's numerous questions never really ceased. Despite mommy doing a great job at fielding them, for every question answered another two were raised. Allison never realized just how much of an interest her daughter seemed to her for childcare. 


However, as Mommy prattled on about her job, Allison grew more and more embarrassed with her mommy's answers. The diapered redhead could picture herself in each answer that was given to her daughter. When they had gotten onto the subject of diaper changing, Allison mentally put herself on the table, reliving her last diapering. How ashamed she felt when she remembered that she had pissed on her mommy’s floor like a naughty toddler.


For the moment, all she could do was listen from her inferior position in the pram, hidden underneath the covers as the taste of rubber filled her mouth. It was all she could do to soothe her nerves as she chewed on the nipple of her bottle between her gums. The humiliation and deprivation of being in this situation was truly starting to get to her. Never in her wildest dreams would the thought of getting her most intimate secret discovered in such a way be considered plausible. Allison really hated herself her for getting put in this vulnerable position, but as her diaper started to grow clammy, she began to hate herself even more. How did her body consider this to be a "turn on" anyway?! She was forty two years old! A mother for crying out loud! And yet here she was, a moist diaper wrapped around her crotch as her lips happily dripped her juices into the thirsty padding.


Her thoughts gradually grew dark as she thought back to the first time her secret had been revealed. It was years ago, when she had told her husband about her kinky little secret. He seemed open at first. Said that she could try it in front of him. However, when the night came and she walked out of the bathroom, in just a diaper and frilly baby dress, she could see his erection instantly soften. Then the insults and ridicule came. From that day forward, she could tell that the very idea of someone who wanted to play baby had physically repulsed him to the point that his once endless love for her had dried up like a well in the middle of the Gobi desert. It wasn't long after her "coming out" that he decided to file for divorce, leaving her to raise Mackenzie on her own.


The crunch of gravel under the wheels of the pram filled Allison's ears, pulling her away from her painful reminescening and throwing head first into the present. They must be taking the trail through the parkland that divided up the neighborhoods, which made sense, mommy was obviously taking her back home, but why was Mackenzie still following her? The pram changed direction, causing Allison to get a whiff of the thick wild grasses which grew throughout the greenbelt. Mommy had no way of knowing this, but Allison was allergic to certain strains of grass…. 


"And that's why you always have to burp them after y-"


"AHHH CHUUUU!"


The air grew deadly still as seemingly everything froze in place. Allison quickly covered her mouth as Mommy tried to hide the look of surprise from her face. Mackenzie however was the first to break the silence. 


"There's no way that came from a baby, lady!" 


Mackenzie butted her way in front of Mommy, leaned over the pram's side and pulled the blanket off of the shivering figure hiding within.


"MOM?!" 


Allison could only stare at her shocked daughter as a wave of emotions consumed her. She truly was afraid of what her daughter's next words would be. Would the girl, who she loved with all of her heart, reject her and ridicule her as Mackenzie's father had done to her?"


"Why are you dressed like that?" MacKenzie asked as she looked her mother over, the eighteen year old's eyes fell on the diaper between her mother's legs. "Is that a diaper?!"


To Be Continued...