Even Mother's Require Supervision Pt.12 (Patreon)

(Picture is of Allison after her diaper change from the last chapter. I apologize for the delay. This was a very hard Chapter for me to write. Enjoy and let me know if you like it!)





"I don't know. We already played with the dolls." Allison replied. 


Mackenzie tried to think of something fun they could do together when she heard someone walking up to the playpen. The younger McDougall turned around to see the woman of the house standing over the railing of the mesh lined, plastic pen. She stood there staring at all of the adult sized rugrats. 


"I don't know about you girls, but I think it's time little Miss Olivia learns about baby food." The older woman stated with a smile. 


"What?! Hell no! There's no way I'm eating baby food!" Olivia exclaimed as she looked up from her lap.


"Fine. If that's how you want to be, I can always call the police on your mother."


Olivia's drawn on eyebrows nearly hit the ceiling when she heard that. "Okay! I'll let you feed me!"


 Without delay, the onesie wearing blond got onto all fours and crawled over to where the casually dressed dominatrix was waiting for her. Olivia stopped crawling once she reached the edge of the playpen and instantly sat back onto her padded posterior. Time ticked by awkwardly as the two redheads and Pamela watched Olivia sit there waiting for the older woman to open the playpen's gate.


"Well, what are you waiting for? Don't you want to feed me?" The put out eighteen year old asked in a sarcastic tone.


"Yes, but how am I supposed to know what you want? You're just a baby. Show mommy that you want to be picked up." 


It took the fiery blond a moment to realize exactly what the older woman wanted and she instantly reached out with her arms, giving the woman the universal gesture to pick her up.


"That's a good baby. You're ready for big girl food unlike baby Pammy who still sucks on my boobie." The woman simply known as Mommy smiled at her silly joke and pulled open the baby gate to gain access to the annoyed, petite teen baby.  


Olivia remained silent as she was scoped into the woman's arms, she spotted her mother hiding her face in her hands, but thought better of saying anything. She wanted to belittle her mom, the dominatrix had literally set the ball on a tee and was begging Olivia to take the bait. However, Olivia knew that the risk of pushing this crazy lady to try anything worse than feeding her some fruit based slop far outweighed any joy she would've experienced by making fun of her mom.


Olivia even kept her mouth shut upon seeing the incredibly huge high chair. The damn thing looked like it could fit a full grown man! She assumed that the dominatrix had set it up when she was sulking in the playpen, but how did she do it without attracting anyone's attention? It looked like it weighed as much as she did. Yeah, she was only one hundred pounds soaking wet, but that didn't mean that this crazy lady should be carrying her around like she was a bag of potatoes. Olivia could only marvel at the weird woman's strength as she was lowered into the big chair. Her padded pampered butt crinkled slightly as her back brushed up against the back of the white high chair. 


"This thing is huge." Olivia said, surprised by how small it made her feel.


The woman known simply as "mommy" didn't acknowledge her as she finished strapping her into the high chair.


A three point harness now restrained Olivia's petite body, holding her firmly in the chair. She could feel the strap digging into her diaper, pushing the soft cotton core of the disposable against her shaved womanhood. It served to reinforce how little she felt; she hated it.


When Mommy finished strapping Olivia into the high chair, Allison grew bored with the show and turned her attention back onto her daughter who looked upset. The mere mention of breastfeeding had made Mackenzie's face sour. The younger girl had forgotten to hide her disgust and her mother saw her initial reaction to Mommy's offhand joke.


"Mackenzie?" The middle aged woman wearing a diaper and short baby dress asked. "What's wrong?"


"This." The girl gestured. "This is all so wrong." The eighteen year old muttered to herself as she lowered the doll she was holding to the padded, plastic covered floor.


"I did my best to keep this from you for a reason, Mackenzie." Allison replied while doing her best to keep her voice level. She didn't want to get upset or emotional.


"But why do you like this? What do you even get out of this? Is it a sexual thing or something?" Mackenzie asked, trying to avoid eye contact with her mother who was dressed like a baby from the late seventies. 


"Honey, I honestly have no idea why I like dressing up like this. I just know that I've always wanted to be a baby. It's been this way for as far back as I possibly can remember. Being treated like this… it makes me feel loved. It makes everything in the world feel right." Allison did her best to explain.


"But why did you have to wet yourself and why was that woman talking about sucking on boobs?!" Mackenzie asked in an exasperated tone. "It's all so gross. I didn't mind playing dolls with you,  it was kind of fun, but the other stuff makes me uncomfortable."


"But why did you change me if it made you feel uncomfortable?" The older McDougall asked, genuinely concerned


"I did it because I don't want to lose you!" Mackenzie cried out, tears already appearing in the corners of her eyes.


The overwhelming weight of the past had been amplified during the course of the day; talking about her dad with the dominatrix had brought up some deeply buried memories, but she stayed strong. It wasn't so bad playing pretend babysitter to her mother, it was fun in it's own way, but the diaper change was pushing it. She simply grinned and fought her way through it, but the idea of her mother sucking some strange woman's tits struck her as incredibly perverse and disgusting. It was the proverbial straw that had broken the camel's back. It shattered her calm and cool demeanor, leaving the poor girl a sobbing mess.


"Oh Kenzie, I'm so sorry." The diapered woman reached out and wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her in a for a tight hug.


"I never want to lose you like I lost daddy!" Mackenzie sobbed.


"Sweetheart, i promise you that I'll never leave you like your dad did." Allison held Mackenzie even tighter. "That's why I've kept this a secret from you because I didn't want to lose you either."


"I just wanted to make you happy! That's why I changed you, but I can't do everything else you want me to do. I'm just like dad!" Mackenzie exclaimed those last four words.


"Honey, your father didn't even look me in the eye after I wore a diaper in front of him. He didn't even try to understand me. I bared my soul to him and he chewed me up and spit me out like an old piece of gum. You are nothing like him! Everything you have done today has gone above and beyond anything that I could have ever asked for and I didn't even want to put you in this situation."


"Really?" Mackenzie asked, her breathing heavy from crying.


"You've always been there for me and I can't even begin to explain how much you mean to me." Allison started tearing up. "I don't want you to run off because you think your mother is some kind of sick weirdo!"


Mackenzie ceased her sobs and did her best to reassure her mother.


"Mom, I don't think you're sick." Mackenzie stated firmly. "This a little bit weird, yeah, but playing with dolls and playing dress up isn't sick." 


Allison wiped her nose as she pulled away from daughter. "I had no idea that your father would become so abusive towards me. It was his idea to try new things!"


Mackenzie pulled her mother back in for another hug, trying her best not to start crying again. She had to be strong for her mother.


"He started telling me that I was sick, saying that I needed help and wanted me to go to a therapist. He immediately started sleeping in the living room, claiming that he couldn't sleep in the same bed as someone who had a "fetish for babies." He started going on the computer. Days turned into weeks and he rarely spoke to me. He only broke the silence to regularly ask me what happened to the woman he married. Then one day about six months after he took off, he calls me and says that he was going to marry some bitch he had been chatting with online the whole time" 


Mackenzie couldn't believe that her father had stuck around for six months. It seemed like a few weeks at the most, but she did remember him being extremely distant towards her. At the time, she assumed it was because he was having an affair and it felt strange to hear her mother confirm that her suspicions had been somewhat true. Six months of belittling her mom while ignoring both of them; what a piece of shit.


"He didn't even try to...He didn't try to understand that all I wanted was to be loved and cared for like I was the center of his world once in a while." Allison sobbed into her daughter's chest.


"Mom, I'm not going to pretend like I understand why you want to be a baby, but I don't think you're sick." Mackenzie stated in a neutral tone while trying to keep her body from trembling. "I just want you to be happy."


"Mackenzie, I am happy." Allison replied as she pulled away from her daughter. She looked her daughter over, "I'm happy that you turned out to be such a caring young woman after all the things you had to go through."


"I do my best." Mackenzie replied leaning back into her mother who wrapped her arms around her once again. 


"I promise to never expose you to this horrible side of my life ever again!" Allison vowed.


"It wasn't all bad." The younger Mcdougall spoke up as she was held by her mom. "I wouldn't mind playing dolls with you or playing with toys like we did when I was little. That stuff is a lot of fun."


"Only if you feel comfortable with it, Mackenzie. I don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable around me." 


"I only felt uncomfortable when it started getting weird." The younger woman stated with downcast eyes.


"It was the breastfeeding joke, wasn't it?" Allison asked.


"Yeah, that caught me off guard. I didn't think that you took it that far, but I want to understand this side of you." Mackenzie said, her eyes still red from crying.


"I would never ask you to do anything like that, Mackenzie. You're my daughter, but if you really want to understand exactly why I enjoy this fetish then I think it might be a good idea for you to try on a diaper."


Mackenzie instantly felt her face go flush as her cheeks burned a bright shade of scarlet. "I don't know. You want me to wear a diaper? I mean, I guess I could try it out. As long as I don't have to use them or anything gross like that."


"I understand, honey. You don't have to use them. I promise. " Allison reassured her daughter. 


"Good, the last thing I want to do is waddle around in a dirty diaper. I would die of embarrassment if you saw that!"


"I've seen you poop your Pampers a lot back when you were a baby so it wouldn't bother me." 


The two women started laughing; laughing at the absurdity of it all. Mackenzie was on her knees laughing like a loon at the ceiling as her mother rolled around in her diaper like an overgrown toddler on the floor giggling. They had been through so much ever since that one terrible day almost a decade ago. So much baggage had been unpacked during the past hour and they couldn't explain why they were laughing like this. It just felt good to laugh.


Pamela, who had been watching this surreal soap opera play out live in front of her, didn't know what to say. She didn't have any words to say. Her daughter was in the other room being fed God only knew what kind of pureed baby food while the two women she shared the oversized playpen with had talked themselves out of a twin mental breakdown. It really did put her life in perspective; she still had her husband and she technically had her secret. 


'Fuck, I really hope mommy gives me a burned DVD of Olivia being babied.' 


Without something like that, Pamela was certain that her daughter would blackmail her. She needed leverage.


"Mommy! Mackenzie needs a diaper!"


The sound of Allison shouting out to mommy shattered Pamela's train of thought. 'You've got to be kidding me…"


Meanwhile, Mommy pulled the spoon away from a pouting, bouncing blond baby girl who was fidgeting in her high chair as she heard the call of Ally fill the kitchen. It interrupted what had been a rather fun feeding session even if she was barely finished with the first jar. It was so refreshing to feed an unwilling, blushing brat like Olivia. Just looking at her prune covered face brought a smile to her face, but she didn't have time to enjoy it; she had to tend to her other babies now.


"I'll be right back, Olivia. Don't you dare think about going anywhere because we still have two more jars to finish.


"Where am I going to go?" The blond asked sarcastically as she watched the older woman waltz out of the kitchen. 


"Did I hear baby Ally correctly? Does my talented little babysitter want to try on a diaper?" Mommy asked.


Mackenzie blushed and couldn't bring herself to answer so she simply nodded her head in affirmation. 


"Alright then, Kenzie. Let's get you properly dressed." The older woman coord, her face glowing with maternal happiness.


Mackenzie didn't know what to expect and tried to suppress her shock as the older woman easily lifted the eighteen year old into the air as if she weighed nothing. 'How is this possible?'


"How are you so strong?" Mackenzie couldn't help but ask.


"I go to the gym three times a week to run and do strength training. When I'm sitting around the house I lift twenty pound weights during my downtime." Mommy smiled, shifting Mackenzie until the Jeans wearing woman was riding her hip.


"I'll never win any weight lifting competitions, and I can't lift a man unless he's a sissy twink boy, but I pride myself on being able to make the experience as authentic as possible for my more petite clients." Mommy winked. 


"I haven't been carried around since I was just a little girl. It's kind of nice." Mackenzie grinned as the older woman carried her towards the nursery in her bedroom.


"If you think this is nice then I'm willing to bet you're going to love the feeling of a diaper."




To Be Continued...