Even Mother's Require Supervision Pt.13 (Patreon)

(I apologize for the delay. Too many deaths this month...)


Mackenzie caught a glimpse of Olivia out of the corner of her eye as the woman known as "mommy" opened the door to the nursery. The blond was sitting in an oversized high chair with her arms crossed over her chest while she scowled. At least, it looked like she was scowling, but it was difficult to say for sure since the young woman's face was covered in baby food.


She quickly lost sight of the petulant young woman as the dominatrix dressed like a suburban soccer mom carried her through the threshold and into the nursery. It was quite a lot to take in for the eighteen year old. There was a crib sitting next to a large window, a cabinet of diapers opposite the crib, a closet which was slightly ajar and looked to be filled with adult sized baby clothes and a deluxe bed that looked to belong to the older woman.


"Do you see anything you like?" The older woman asked.


"That bed over there looks like it's really comfortable." Mackenzie replied.


"Yeah, that's my bed. I rarely sleep in here, but it completes the look of a master bedroom where a mother shares her room with their baby. Really completes the look if you ask me." The dominatrix explained as she lowered the petite young woman down onto the surface of the changing table.


Mackenzie looked around at the strange table top she had been placed on. It looked a lot like a changing table, but much larger. It was at this moment that Mackenzie realized the one piece of furniture she hadn't seen and what she was now laying on; a changing table large enough for an adult.


"If you have a changing table then why did you let me change my mom out there in the playpen?" The young redhead couldn't help but wonder.


"I wanted to change your mother behind closed doors but a certain someone here wouldn't let me." The slightly older woman cooed while poking Mackenzie's nose.


"Yeah, I guess I should've thought that through." Mackenzie sighed.


"Mackenzie, you went with your gut instinct and there's nothing wrong with what you did because you did it out of love." The woman called "mommy" explained.


"Yeah, I guess you're right." The young redhead replied as she shifted around awkwardly on the top of the padded table.


"Now, shall we begin?"


"Alright." Mackenzie laid there, patiently awaiting her diapering to begin.


The suburban dominatrix began the diapering by removing Mackenzie's shoes. She untied each one before pulling it off of her tiny feet. With the shoes placed against the bottom of the table, the woman known only as "mommy" started to unbutton the girl's Jeans and, with a bit of help from Mackenzie wiggling her hips, the woman was able to shimmy the tight pants down the young woman's legs.


Once the Jeans were tossed onto the floor, Mackenzie quickly turned her head away from the woman, not wanting to look her in the eye. She suddenly felt the tips of the dominatrix's fingers slide into the waistband of her pink panties and her body shivered in response. Mackenzie knew that she shouldn't be nervous, she had agreed to this, but she couldn't shake her growing sense of anxiety.


Mommy noticed that the girl was becoming shy and she couldn't stop herself from smiling when Mackenzie's lower body twitched as she pulled the girl's panties down to her ankles. It was rather intoxicating to be caring for a woman who had never been babied before. Sure, she had just diapered Olivia, but this girl was different. She seemed open to the whole experience and yet was subconsciously fighting it. At least, that was the vibe she was getting from Mackenzie as she lifted the younger woman up by her ankles and slid the oversized pamper underneath her bottom.


Using a cold baby wipe, she carefully wiped all of Mackenzie's diaper area including the area underneath her mound. She did notice that Mackenzie flinched slightly when the wet wipe accidentally slid between her slit; it was a rather cute reaction. "Sorry about that."


Mackenzie remained quiet and tried to keep her mind off of what was happening to her lower body all while wondering how her mother could enjoy such a blatant violation of her most private area. It had all seemed so very natural for her mother; she had laid there and seemed content.


The peeling of tape from the plastic wings of the diaper pulled Mackenzie from her thoughts as the woman taped her right side into the diaper. Mackenzie heard another loud crack of adhesive being pulled from plastic and closed her eyes, waiting for the woman to complete the diaper change in silence. It was definitely an awkward moment, something happened once she was sealed into the diaper; something magical.


Mackenzie slowly sat up once the woman who pretended to be her mom's mother stepped back from the changing table. She couldn't believe how the diaper felt, but the incredible sensation was interrupted by a loud crinkle that pierced the relative silence of the room. In fact, every single subtle movement she made caused the stiff plastic to cry out. Despite the louder than expected noises coming from her waist, she felt both protected and cared for dye to how the diaper cradled and hugged her bottom and crotch. It was odd how the diaper did so much more than its intended purpose.


'This thing wrapped around my midseason was meant to keep babies from ruining their surroundings and yet it's giving me such an immense sense of comfort and security.'


"I think I understand why my mom likes these things." Mackenzie stated in a voice just above a whisper as her cheeks grew red.


The woman known simply as "Mommy" was positively beaming.


"They're pretty comfortable, huh?"


"Yeah, I feel so… protected." Mackenzie paused before finishing her thought. "It's weird."


"It's because we all associate the diaper with security on a very deep, emotionally subconscious level." The slightly older woman explained.


"I see. That does make sense." Mackenzie replied as she sat there on the changing table all but naked from the waist down save for her diaper.


"Well, now that you're diapered, let's get you back out there with your mom."


"What?!" Mackenzie exclaimed. "I can't just run around in pampers in front of my mom!"


"I highly doubt it would be the first time she's seen you in pampers since she's your mom." The older woman smirked.


"Yeah, but-"


"Speaking of butts, there's absolutely no way your Jeans are going to fit over that diaper." The maternal dominatrix chuckled.


"Alright, but don't you have a sweater or something that I can wear? Something big that might cover my- ummm, diaper?" The eighteen year old asked, hoping that there was something she could do to hide the huge bulky plastic underwear she had been talked into wearing.


"I think I have just the thing." Mommy replied and walked over to the drawer next to her bed.


Mackenzie tried to see just what the woman was digging for in the dresser, but she couldn't get a good angle. As she bobbed her head around, she silently prayed that whatever the woman had in mind, it wouldn't be something super babyish.


"Here we are." The woman announced with a flourish as she pulled out a dark long sleeved shirt.


"That's perfect." Mackenzie muttered in disbelief.


She couldn't believe her eyes. Not only was it a long sleeve shirt, but it looked rather mature compared to what her mom and the two blonds were wearing.


"I'm glad you think so. It's mine, but I'll let you borrow it." The dominatrix stated.


"Thank you!" Mackenzie smiled as the older woman dressed her in the long sleeve.


"There you are." Mommy cooed. "Looking cute and mature all at the same time."


"I really do appreciate it!"


"Think nothing of it." The slightly older woman waved her hand in a dismissive manner. "Now, let's get your butt out there. I have a baby to feed and you have a pair of mothers to entertain."


"Sure!" Mackenzie grinned.



"Uppie goes Kenzie." Mommy cooed, easily lifting the petite teen into the air and placing her gently onto her hip.


Mackenzie rested her head against the dominatrix's shoulder and enjoyed the ride as she was carried out of the nursery and back into the living room. Her mom stood on her knees, looking over the adult sized railing of the playpen, like an expectant toddler. It looked pretty comical to the eighteen year old, but she knew that she couldn't laugh at her mom; that would pure hypocrisy since she was now wearing a diaper just like her. Still, the petite redhead couldn't help but smile.


With a slight grunt, Mommy lowered Mackenzie into the enclosure and sat her down next to her mother. "Now you three have fun and try to behave yourselves while I teach Olivia the finer points of childcare, first hand."


"So, what do you think?" Allison asked, genuinely curious about what her daughter was experiencing.


"It feels so different." The younger McDougal answered, shifting her hips slightly.


"Different… as in good?" Allison coaxed.


"It definitely feels nice. Kind of like sitting on a pillow." Mackenzie stated before continuing on, "If it wasn't so embarrassing, this would be the perfect thing to wear during class. Those chairs hurt my butt after a few hours."


Both mother and daughter shared a laugh.


"Yeah, those chairs were the worst." The older redhead agreed.


Allison could recall the boring, almost endless days spent sitting in class on hard plastic seats, watching the clock tick by as she waited for the afternoon bell to announce her release from school. Unlike her daughter, she hadn't been much of a scholar which was why she was so strict with her when it came to school. Now the girl was going to be graduating soon and would be off to college before either of them knew it.


"Come here, baby." Allison said, leaning toward her daughter and pulling the now diapered girl into a hug.


"Mom? What's wrong?" Mackenzie asked, concerned by the sudden hug due to how emotional her mother had been all day.


"Nothing's wrong." Allison replied. "I'm just so proud of you."


"Hurry up with the rest of that slop!"


The two McDougals looked over towards the kitchen upon hearing the bratty blond yelling at the suburban dominatrix dressed like a soccer mom. It immediately reminded them of the absurdity of the gold digging blond's current situation in the high chair and they had to cover their mouths to quietly giggle. They didn't want to annoy their "Mommy" who seemed to have her hands full.


Olivia squirmed impatiently in the oversized highchair as the dominatrix turned teacher pulled a bowl of warm baby food from the microwave. The petite, rosy-cheeked, upset blond was still covered in baby food from early and only her diaper was clean compared to the rest of her. She sat there, scowling with her hand holding her face as she waited for this nightmare to be over with. Never in her entire life had she felt so humiliated and belittled. If this is what her future clients wanted then she would give it to them ten fold when she was running things.


"Just one more bowl and then it's time for your baba." The older woman cooed as she sat the bowl in front of her apprentice.


Olivia sighed. "Fine. Whatever. Just hurry it up."


"My widdle baby Olivia is so fussy." The woman who was known simply as "Mommy" grinned as she scooped up a spoonful of the warm, green mush.



Olivia rolled her eyes and groaned. The only thing she hated worse than being dressed like a baby and treated like one was how this crazy lady was talking down to the eighteen year old like she was just a baby.


"Kill me now." Olivia muttered before accepting the spoonful of baby food.


"What was that?" The once grinning woman asked with a frown. "Does my baby want a spanking instead of her yummy lunch?"


"No!" Olvia exclaimed in a panic which caused some of the baby food to fall from her mouth and land on the 'Mommy’s Little Stinker’ bib she was forced to wear over her onesie.


"That's what I thought." The stern tone said it all to Olivia; don't fuck with me when I'm having fun.


"Oh, looks like baby Olivia got some of her num num's on her bib." The older woman cooed, her voice happy and dripping in maternal love.


The rest of the feeding went by without incident. Olivia sulked and opened her mouth whenever she was ordered to do so. Occasionally, the dominatrix would "accidently" miss the eighteen year old's mouth and more food would land on her bib or stain her onesie. All throughout the meal, Olivia's diapered butt would crinkle as she shifted her weight against the waterproof foam seat of the high chair. The professional Mommy knew from the sound coming from the scheming blond's crisp pamper that she still hadn't used her diaper, but that problem would soon be remedied thanks to the extra ingredient she added to the baby food.


"That's a good girl." The dominatrix cooed as she wiped the blond's messy face and hands clean with a wash cloth.


"Alright. We're done with lunch." The blond stated with a sigh of relief. "Can I get out of this stupid high chair now?"


"Silly baby forgot about her baba." The woman called Mommy smiled.


"Fine." Olivia huffed with her arms folded over her chest in an overly dramatic manner.


"Baby Olivia needs her formula so she can grow up to be a big girl one day." The older woman chuckled and picked up the large baby bottle from the kitchen counter.


Olivia sat there, watching the weird woman approach with a bottle of milk that looked like it could hold a liter or more. She didn't want to drink it, but she knew that the fastest way to end this charade was to drink it down as quickly as she could. So, when the deranged dominatrix sat the huge bottle on the highchair's tray, Olivia picked it up with both hands brought up to her mouth.


'Damn it. The hole is so tiny! How do baby's do this?' Olivia thought as she sucked on the bottle's nipple loudly in an exaggerated attempt to nurse the white fluid from the plastic bottle. After a few moments of struggling to drink the chalky tasting liquid, she tilted her head back and held the bottle over her head like she was trying to chug it down. She looked so infantile in the giant highchair with both of her hands holding the bottle while she suckled from it like a thirsty toddler.


"That's so cute!" Mommy beamed as she snapped a picture with her cell phone.
displaying his stroppy contempt at the indignity.


Olivia instantly slammed the bottle of chalky formula onto the tray and stared at the woman in disbelief. "Did you just fucking take a picture of me?!"


"Of course I did." The woman replied nonchalantly. "I wanted to capture the moment for eternity."


"You delete that fucking picture right now or I'm going to climb out of this stupid ass high chair and kick your ass!" The onesie wearing blond trapper in the high chair threatened.


"I see that turning to violence to solve your problems seems to run in your family." The dominatrix stated in a smug tone. "How did that work out for your mom?"


Olivia started to visibly fume as she wriggled and squirmed in the seat of the highchair. She was so angry that she didn't realize that the sturdy white highchair wasn't even shaking. Olivia wasn't going anywhere until she was released from it.


"I hate to say this, but have you forgotten about the camera up there?" The older woman chuckled and pointed at the tiny high tech camera. "I simply took this picture to have a little extra bit of insurance on you. After all, I don't want anyone to find out about my little business here."


"Don't you have enough dirt on me and my mom?" Olivia wondered out loud in an annoyed tone.


"I can't help it that you're an adorable little baby." Mommy grinned.


“Can we just get this over with already?"


"You're the one who stopped drinking from her baba." The dominatrix cooed. "Do you need mommy to feed it to you?"


"No! I'll do it myself!" Olivia exclaimed.


Mommy was barely able to contain her smirk as she stared at the bad tempered eighteen year old toddler sat in front of her. This day had started off as a nightmare and now another oversized brat was getting her just desserts. 'It's a shame that she hasn't messed her diaper yet.'


Olivia sat there, forcing herself to drink the rest of the horrible tasting bottle. She just wanted to go home at this point and get out of this damn diaper! Her pride was wounded and her stomach was starting to hurt.


The blond froze in place. 'Why does it feel like I have to take a shit?'


"Keep drinking your baba, young lady."


"But my stomach hurts really bad!" Olivia whined.


"That's just gas. If you finish your baba, I will burp you." The woman explained.


Olivia hoped that the crazy woman was telling the truth and went back to drinking her bottle. It seemed that her stomach was starting to bloat and swell as she forced down more of the thick formula. As the minutes ticked by, her insides cried out for relief as her intestines spasmed, forcing Olivia to clench her butt cheeks together to prevent a terrible accident from occurring in her pants.


"I have to poop!" Olivia exclaimed.


"That's what your diaper is for, sweetie."


Olivia stared back at the deranged dominatrix in horror. She couldn't be serious! But the look the woman gave her spoke volumes louder than any words ever could.


With no other options available to her, she braced herself and moaned as she lifted her bottom off the seat. The last thing she wanted to do was shit herself, but if she had to, she wasn't going to sit in it! Her face was starting to perspire as beads of sweat appeared above her eyebrows. She didn't want to give in, but her body gave her no other choice.


Olivia puffed out her cheeks and pushed a load right into her diaper which caused the seat of her plastic backed diaper to expand outwards. The blond found herself blushing and silently crying as her body quivered. Somehow she subconsciously held herself up by holding onto the sides of the highchair's tray while she finished filling up her diaper.


A content sigh came from the blond, signalling to the dominatrix that the blond was finished pooping her pampers. "Now you understand that you are completely powerless when you are a baby."


"I can't believe you made me do that!" The blond shouted.


"You did it to yourself by coming here."


"Change my diaper you sick bitch!" Olivia shrieked.


The living room fell silent. Both Mackenzie and Allison dropped their toys in shock as Pamela gazed from her position on her stomach at the kitchen. Everyone in the house was frozen in place, waiting to see what happened next.




To Be Continued...