Even Mother's Require Supervision Pt.9 (Patreon)

(My apologies for the delay. Real life has not been very kind to me lately. Enjoy this 5,000 word update as my apology to you.)





Pamela laid there feeling loved and content for the first time since her morning feeding. She found herself thinking about how this may have been her last diaper change and decided to truly soak in the experience. As she thought about the kind act being preformed on her she realized that there was something about being changed out of a wet diaper that defied explanation. She found that it was almost impossible to put into words what being taped into a dry diaper felt like emotionally.


 The whole process was akin to a bond forged in love,trust and understanding. For the person being changed it spoke louder than words ever could about the love and caring that the person changing the diaper had for the person being changed. The person being changed by another adult obviously trusted that adult enough to allow them to see themselves at their most vulnerable. 


However, what did the person changing the diaper get out of the scenario?


Pamela might've had the answer to that question, but she lost it long ago when her daughter had been potty trained. Even though Pamela was laying on an oversized changing table, legs spread wide due to an incredibly accurate recreation of a pair of pampers being fastened around her hips, she couldn't ignore the radiant maternal glow emanating off of her caregiver at that moment. There was the possibility that Mommy derived a feeling of power and possibly a sexual high by treating adults like babies, but the blond knew that couldn't be the sole reason why she cared for adults who wanted to be treated like babies. She was sure that there was a more pure reason as to why the woman cared for her, and countless others like her, in such an intimate and loving manner. 


This woman standing above her personified what it meant to be a mother and she was downright devoted to her title of "Mommy." Today was the first day, apart from when she first met her, that Pamela had ever seen her break character in person.


Most people who engaged in such relationships as this one were most likely aware of their position of power in the dynamic and fed off of it. Pamela couldn't ignore this fact, but it was blatantly obvious that the woman who she called "Mommy" was getting much more out of it than a feeling of dominating another person. Yes, there was money, Pamela paid plenty for her services, but that couldn't be the sole motivation for her seemingly endless maternal love and discipline. 


Mommy started humming as she pulled the front of the diaper up between the middle aged woman's powdered crotch. With the diaper in place, she ripped the large single tape from the right wing and brought it down over the center of the diaper. She repeated this process with the left wing, sealing the adult baby into her fresh pamper. 


She continued to hum as she walked over to the closet and pulled out a large replica of a Sunday dress much like the one Allison was currently wearing. As she held up the dress, inspecting it while simultaneously admiring it, she felt her spirit soar. 


Despite the impending hurdle which she was metaphorically approaching on today's nearly endless obstacle course, she took a moment to reflect and appreciate all the little things that were going on; She had a client's daughter babysitting for her while she tended to her troublesome charge! It felt exciting and seemed like a milestone moment, if not for the perplexing and vexing older teen standing in her living room, it might very well be the highlight of her career. 


As she walked back to the changing table, Mommy found herself thinking back on how she got into this line of work. It was the late eighties and she was in her early twenties. It seemed like she was destined to never have babies after months of struggling to get pregnant with her future husband. After almost a year of failure, she and her fiance decided to seek out professional help. It was in a small doctor's office that she found out something that shook her world, something that no one else knew about her except for her former lover and a doctor in New York; she was infertile. 


The poor woman now known simply as "Mommy" by many people could never truly be a mommy to anyone in the biological sense of the word. Her former fiance took the news surprisingly well compared to what could've been expected of other men and even tried his best to support her. He vowed to stay with her, but the relationship ultimately came to an end when she decided that she wasn't good enough to be his wife. 


During her emotionally turbulent mid twenties she lost touch with him as she abandoned almost everyone she knew in her life to devote herself entirely to her quest to become a mother. She looked through numerous magazines and called countless specialists. She even volunteered in various studies and had multiple tests performed on her, but scientific studies weren't very promising in those days and all the tests came back the same. The few friends and colleagues she knew were familiar with her baby fever and kept repeating themselves when the subject of babies was brought up, but the idea of getting a surrogate seemed too expensive and not exactly ideal for Mommy. 


As the years passed, she almost abandoned her dream of becoming a mother until she stumbled upon a website (many decades ago)  called "Diaper Pail Fraternity." It was a discovery that ultimately shaped who she was today. 


She quit working for the magazine and sold her art to get by as she practically jumped head first into the world of adult babies and the men and women who cared for them. The early nineties were a magical and intriguing time for her; every other day was a new adventure! She started connecting with people all over the world and made new friends and acquentences. Eventually, these connections helped her become a mommy in the most unexpected way possible. 


It was seemingly perfect. She babysat adults of all ages and got to be a mother to them in numerous ways. It started with spankings and diaper changes and gradually evolved from there. The faithful day she discovered lactation pills basically cemented her belief that she was truly a mother in both mind and body!


She babysat normal, every day people until she got her big break to babysit certain Hollywood actors. Things only picked up from there as she ended up landing a babysitting job for a certain Prince overseas. She bought a home with her earnings and used her connections in Hollywood to furnish her modest Mcmansion where she has been till this day.


It wasn't what she had planned, but it was perfect. She was truly fulfilled and the best part of it all was that she was able to give the babies "back" at the end of the day or, in some cases, week. 


However, this was not a perfect world and, instead of having babies which she could give back after she got her dose of maternal bliss, the current blond baby in her house was becoming far too adult for her to deal with. Pammy's personal problem was literally standing on the other side of the nursery's wall!


Taking in a deep breath she returned to the changing table and proceeded to dress Pammy. While adjusting Pamela's Peter Pan collar, she realized that she could overcome this situation. This may have been a very odd and complex entanglement of personalities and emotions, but it stemmed from poor parenting. Pammy's mother was a poor excuse for a mother and Pammy herself meant well, but didn't have the experience necessary to handle the girl, but after decades of dealing with brats, Mommy knew that she could handle this. After all, she was "Mommy" and no little brat was going to ruin what she had builf!


"Mommy, are you alright?" The pudgy blond asked. She couldn't help but notice that the woman who had just diapered and dressed her seemed a bit stressed. 


"I'm fine, Pammy." Mommy replied with a smile. "Thank you for asking."


Pamela felt herself being pulled into a hug as she sat with her bare legs dangling from the changing table. It seemed unexpected, but the middle aged mother happily hugged her back, enjoying the heartfelt embrace. 


"I wish things could have gone differently today, but these things happen for a reason and I think it'll all work out for the best." 


The blond nodded, not sure of why Mommy was acting a bit more emotional than usual. She was always firm but fair. Strict, but loving. The woman hugging her seemed almost too emotional to be the cool and in control mother she found herself looking up to during the past several years.


"Alright, Pammy. I want you to hop off the table and crawl outside to the playpen to play with the girls." Mommy explained clearly.


"But what about Olivia?" The blond asked.


"That's not a matter for little babies to worry about, Pamela." The use of her adult name told the attorney that her mommy was in full control once more. "You just leave everything to mommy. I'll take care of it."


Pamela nodded, her blond pigtails gently bouncing as she shook her head. With an unspoken agreement, the chubby oversized toddler lowered herself from the changing table and got down onto her hands and knees. 


"That's a good girl." The woman smiled before opening the door to the nursery, revealing Pamela to her visitors. "Now crawl for mommy."


Even though her daughter was staring right at her, Pamela marched forward on her hands and knees, confident in her Mommy's ability to reign in the wayward girl.


Olivia found herself staring once more at her slightly overweight mother who was crawling out into the living room. She was now wearing a very frilly dress that looked like something that her grandmother might've dressed her aunt and mother in back in the eighties from what she had seen in the old family photo albums. Regardless of how weird it was to see her mother dressed like a toddler going to Church, the older teen found herself relieved to see that the eccentric woman had kept her word and had dressed her mother in something that covered her breasts. 


Upon making her way up to the baby gate on the side of the oversized playpen, Pamela waited patiently as Mackenzie walked over to the infantile point of entry and opened the latch sealing the gate shut. The blond crawled past the younger redhead, her bulbous booty swishing a plastic symphony as the forty two year old made her way to the center of the crib. 


Olivia still couldn't believe that her mother, who had just crawled into an oversized playpen, was into this kind of thing. It was such a stark contrast to the woman who imposed strict rules on her and tried to control every aspect of her life. 


"Olivia, I'd like to speak with you privately, in the nursery." Mommy stated in a neutral tone.


All eyes fell on Olivia as the young woman stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do as she stared at the woman before ultimately making her way over to the door of the nursery. 


"We're just going to be a minute." Mommy said as she ushered Olivia through the door. "Mackenzie, please keep an eye on the girls and make sure they play nicely with one another."


Olivia stood there awkwardly inside the nursery as the odd woman gave instructions to the other older teen. While she stood there waiting for the Dommy Mommy, Olivia couldn't keep herself from marveling in morbid curiosity at the giant crib that occupied the corner of the room by the window. Not only did it look like the perfect recreation of a baby's crib, but it definitely appeared to be big enough to easily contain her if she somehow ended up trapped within the confines of the infantile wooden cage.


"You ready then?" Mommy asked with grin slowly spreading across her face.


"Umm, ready for what?" Olivia wondered aloud, truly caught off guard by the question.


"You're training of course." Mommy's grin became a toothy smile as she patted the surface of the changing table. 


"What does me getting on a table have to do with learning how to babysit adults pretending to be babies?" 


"How can you truly understand their needs if you've never been in their position?" Mommy asked as Olivia raised her eyebrows.


At that precise moment Olivia spotted the stacks of diapers beneath the top of the table and realized what the crazy older woman had in mind.


"No!" Olivia exclaimed. "There's no way I'm going to wear a diaper!"


Olivia's response came out a bit louder than she expected, but she didn't care. There was simply no way she was going to allow this weird woman to diaper her. She was not going to be dressed up like her mother!


"Olivia," Mommy stated in a gentle voice before continuing, "even I had to do this to understand how my clients felt."


"You've got to be joking."


"No. I'm not. I'm being serious." Mommy replied.


"You're just trying to get me into your freaky fetish!" The blond pouted. 


"Olivia, I pretend to be a mommy. Why would I want to dress up like a baby?" Mommy asked before answering her own question, "I'll let you in on a little secret; I don't get anything out of wearing a diaper. I'm a mommy, remember? I had to do it many years ago to gain an understanding of my babies. How else would I know the right amount of powder to use during a diaper change. How would I know what clothes to buy for them and which ones were warm as opposed to just being for show?"


"I guess that makes sense, but why do I have to do it?" Olivia whined, her arms crossed. 


"Because I'm not going to hold your hand when you eventually start babysitting your own clientele. You need to get an idea about how they feel. It's the first step in your training and I dare say that it's the most important step." Mommy explained. 


Olivia sighed, "fine, but I'm undressing myself!"


"That's fine." Mommy acquaintanced. 


It was better to let the young woman think she had some control in this situation than to gamble by pushing the envelope and have her walk out the door still having the upper hand. Mommy knew that this was a delicate dance since Olivia was quite stubborn, but once she had the young woman diapered, she would hold all of the cards and thus be able to work everything out in an agreeable manner for all parties involved. 


The blond had already taken off her boots by the time mommy looked her over. Olivia stopped herself from taking off her top when she noticed that she was being watched.


"Would you mind?"


"You've got nothing that I haven't seen before, young lady." Mommy replied.


Olivia sighed, muttering something under her breath as she lifted up her top and pulled it up over her arms before throwing it onto the wood floor. She then shimmied herself out of her tight fitting blue Jeans and paused for a minute once they were laying on the ground. The blond suddenly felt exposed as she stood in front of the older woman in nothing but her bra and panties. It wasn't like this was the first time she had ever undressed in front of another woman. Years of Physical Education in school had gotten her fairly used to changing her clothes in a locker room surrounded by girls, but this was different. This wasn't some lousy old locker room; this was an upsized baby's nursery!


"Now don't be shy." Mommy smiled as she ushered the younger woman over to the changing table. 


Olivia didn't really have anything to say as she made her way over to the padded table that was supposed to be a changing table. She simply stayed quiet, opting to get on the table herself instead of being helped up onto it. The surface was cold, but kind of slick. It reminded her of vinyl.


"Hey! I can do that!" Olivia cried out as she felt Mommy's hands immediately begin unfastening her bra.


"Then why didn't you?" Mommy asked playfully as she pulled the bra off of the girl and dropped it onto the floor. 


Once more Olivia pouted and tried to think of an excuse, but the simple truth of the matter was that she felt too embarrassed to strip herself completely naked in front of this woman. She wasn't exactly stacked like her mother or this bizarre Dommy Mommy, but she couldn't willingly take her bra off without a bit of help. 


With a gently but firm hand, Olivia slowly found herself laying on her back. It wasn't until she felt the woman's fingers hooking their way around the waistband of her panties that Olivia had a sudden realization.


"Why do I need to be naked to do this!? Couldn't I just wear my underwear underneath the diaper and whatever else you're gonna dress me in?"


Mommy momentarily ignored the question and slowly continued lowering the satin black panties down the blond's legs. 


Once the black panties joined the bra on the floor, Mommy answered her question with another question of her own; "Since when do babies wear bras and panties?"


Olivia sulked and found herself with her legs in the air as the older woman bent over and grabbed something from beneath the surface of the table. With apprehension in her heart Olivia shut her eyes, not wanting to see the garment that she knew she was going to be forced to wear. 


"Time for the powder!" Mommy cooed as she looked down at the young woman on the table who had shut her eyes. 


Mommy started powdering the girl's bottom and had to admit to herself that this was a rather interesting change of pace. It had been over a decade since she had a client who wasn't even old enough to drink. In such a long period of time she must've forgotten that look of genuine embarrassment and utter humiliation. Most of her clients had long outgrown that phase, having grown comfortable with her tending to their infantile needs, but this was different; this was Olivia's first diaper. 


How many people can say that they diapered a person for the first time? After all, most adult babies have diapered themselves before seeking out a mommy or daddy to do it for them. With thought in mind, Mommy felt truly privileged.


Olivia opened her eyes, completely surprised by the feeling of the older woman's hand working the talcum powder into her bottom and exposed sex. It was bad enough that she was naked on a changing table, waiting for a diaper to be taped onto her, but the sensations she was feeling as her new teacher started rubbing in the baby powder made her blush three shades of crimson.


As Mommy's hands continued to wander over her bottom and down to her outer thighs, Olivia found herself mentally repeating a mantra, 'I'm doing this for the money. I'm doing this for the power i'll have over mom!'


Her focus was broken as the older woman unfurled a loud, crinkly thing before laying it out underneath her freshly powdered ass. Olivia's eyes flew open just in time to see that the woman, who had just powdered her, was lowering her bottom  down onto the thick padding of a diaper! She suddenly started squirming and whining to herself.


"Olivia, if you don't stop squirming, I'll have to spank you." Mommy stated in a firm tone.


"You wouldn't dare!"


"You're on a changing table, Olivia. I could flip you over and spank your butt until you were crying for Pammy to come help you."


Olivia knew that Mommy wasn't bluffing. The look in her eyes said as much and the blond knew that she couldn't do anything to stop the woman. Deep down inside, she knew that she could simply get up and walk away, but the way this woman spoke to her made the entire situation seem so much more serious and real. It was almost like she was a little girl again and was arguing with her mother. However, unlike her real mother, this woman backed her words with promises of discipline for disobedience. It was enough to keep her frozen in place until the tapes were fastened shut, sealing the petite girl into her brand new Huggies.


Olivia felt the tips of Mommy's fingers brush against the inner part of her thighs and she finally found her voice.


"What are you doing?!" 


"Calm down. I'm just adjusting the leak guards, making sure that they're working properly." Mommy explained as she finished fiddling with the leak guards and gave the young woman's diaper a nice pat.


"Leak guards? Do you really think I'm going to piss myself on purpose?" Olivia couldn't help but cross her arms while she frowned. Even though she was trying to look mature and serious, she failed to do either and looked like an overgrown brat.


"I'm sorry, force of habit. You don't change diapers for over twenty years and suddenly stop midway through." Mommy halfheartedly apologized. She didn't really expect the bratty blond to wet herself, but if it somehow did happen, it would be not only an added bonus, but an amazing attitude adjustment for the young woman.


Olivia laid there on the table, gently adjusting her legs and feeling the bulk of her new underwear as she watched the older woman walk over to a large wardrobe. 'She better be getting me something to wear.' Olivia thought as she continued to shift her bottom around to get a feel for just how thick the pad strapped to her ass was. The interior of the diaper was starting to get a bit too warm and humid for the girl to handle so she stopped wiggling her crotch around.


"Here we are!" Mommy cooed as she held up a yellow shirt dotted with cartoons. "This will look adorable on you!"


Olivia peered between her legs to see the older woman returning from the closest holding a tiny little yellow shirt and an oddly shaped, folded up yellow and white garment. She laid her head back down on the vinyl surface and stared up at the ceiling. 'How did I get myself into this again?! I just wanted to blackmail my mom and get some cash!' Olivia mentally lamented her choices as the woman called Mommy grew closer until she stood over the blond.


"You don't have to help Mommy if you don't want to." 


Olivia considered laying there just to spite the woman, but ultimately thought better of it and quickly sat up. The last thing she wanted to do was prove this insane woman right!


"Good girl. Now, lift your arms." Mommy cooed. 


Olivia kept still, only raising her arms up as she was directed. The shirt was easily lowered down until it stopped just above her diaper. Olivia instantly felt relieved to have her breasts once more covered. She was no prude, but she was far from an exhibitionist. Honestly, she had no idea how her mother could debase herself like that. 


"Okay. Now let's get some cute little booties on your tootsies." Mommy babbled in baby talk. 


As the young woman's feet were lifted up and individually slipped into the cotton yellow and white colored shoes, the blond couldn't believe how the older woman had slipped into such a maternal head space so quockly. It literally sounded like she was talking to a baby and the fact that she was supposed to be that baby only made Olivia renew her blushing. 


'Why does she have to talk to me like that?'


"Now you're all dressed and ready to play with your sister and her friend!" Mommy announced in a sing song voice to the mortified young woman sitting in front of her.


Ignoring the comment about her mother being her "sister", Olivia didn't hesitate to voice her concerns about her lack of underwear. 


"But what about some pants or shorts or something? Everyone can see my dia- underwear." The blond corrected herself. She was not going to say the "D" word if she could help it.


"Okay, sweetie. I suppose that's not a bad idea." Mommy replied and pulled out 
some kind of translucent underwear from underneath the surface of the changing table. 


"What's that supposed to cover?" The annoyed blond asked as she stared at the see through panties that were held only mere inches from her face.


"Your diaper, silly. I don't normally put plastic pants over a disposable, but I figured that I would accommodate your wishes to cover your diaper." Mommy smiled, knowing that the diaper cover wouldn't really be covering much of anything. 


Olivia sighed and lifted her legs. The weird almost latex like material slowly slid up her legs until Mommy realised the elastic waistband, sealing her into her diaper with a snap. She felt like a doll, but unlike the hot Barbie doll that she looked like only minutes before, she felt like she was a Betsie Wetsie doll that was now sealed into a diaper. Not only did the plastic pants make her already humid crotch grow hotter, but the elastic leak guards dug into her thighs, irritating her soft skin and making her frown as she realized that she was now truly dressed like a baby.


"Oh!" Mommy exclaimed. "I almost forgot about the most important part!"


The older woman quickly ran over to the wardrobe and dug around for a few seconds until she fished out the sought after item. With the mystery item crumbled  in her hand, Mommy turned around and made her way back to the blond on the changing table. 


Olivia had no idea what the woman had in store for her.


"What's in your hand?"


"Why it's your adorable baby bow!" Mommy announced as she fixed the yellow clip of bow to the base of the young woman's pony tail.


The blond scowled at Mommy as the older woman finished fiddling with the bow.


"Well, if you don't like that, maybe I should just send you out there in nothing but your pampers?" Mommy offered.


"No!" Olivia cried before calming down and regaining control over her voice. "No, that won't be necessary."


"That's a good girl."


'Even if I'm dressed in an outfit meant for a baby, it's still better than being paraded around topless in front of everyone.' Olivia had to remind herself as she helped off of the table. 


"On the floor Olivia."


"But why? I don't wanna crawl around like my mom!" Olivia whined. She knew she was walking on thin ice, but she didn't want to be brought down to her mother's level of infancy.


"My babies crawl for me and so will you, young lady." Mommy explained as she stared at the defiant teen. 
 

"But I'm not a baby!" The blond pouted.


"I'm actually being very lenient right now with you, Olivia. I could've made you get down on your hands and knees in front of the girls, but I thought it would be better for you to come out crawling instead." 


"But-" Olivia was cut off as Mommy stuck a large pacifier into her mouth.


"Now, I'm only going to say this one more time. You'll get down on the floor and crawl out into the living room play area of your own volition. If you don't, I'll happily strip you down to your diaper, drag you out there by your ear and spank your little butt in front of everyone. Do I make myself clear?" Mommy's stern tone returned, signifying to the blond that she meant business


"Cwystal" Olivia lisped from behind the binky and got down onto the wooden floor. 


The view in front of Olivia changed from a solid wooden door to a view of the playpen in the living room as Mommy opened the door. Olvia stood there on all fours, frozen by fear until the older woman patted the back of her diaper, ushering her to move forward. As she crawled forward,  she could see that everyone was now staring at her. Olivia's initial nervousness began to wane, being rabidly replaced by obvious indignation. She was now the newest main attraction in this circus; a dolled up spectacle! 


"Good girl!" Olivia heard the eccentric woman praise her from behind as she moved slowly forward on her hands and knees. The hardwood floor definitely irritated her knees, but not as much as the plastic pants that kept shifting and digging into her pristine thighs with every move she made.


Finally, she arrived at the baby gate and found herself waiting for Mackenzie to let her in. The sight of the redheaded teenager, who was still dressed normally, filled the blond's heart with jealousy. 'Why doesn't this bitch have to wear a diaper?' Olivia wondered as the other girl opened the baby gate.


Olivia crawled into the enclosure and immediately noticed something that she didn't like. As if she was adding insult to injury Olivia realized that the crazy diapering dominatrix had dressed her to look like she was the youngest of the group! Which may have been true in regards to actual ages in the room, but that didn't mean that she wanted to be dressed like a giant one year old! Not wanting to face any of the other women the blond opted to lean against the wall and sulk in the corner, away from the other baby woman and her mom. 


To Be Continued...