The Babymomma - One Shot (Patreon)

This is a bit of a mild horror story so if you’re not into that, maybe pass this one. What can I say? I saw Candyman over the weekend and was inspired! It’s also longer than a normal one shot, so enjoy being spoilt! XD

“In the early 1900s, there was a woman. Her name was Helen Hope. She was a cleaning lady for a wealthy family that descended from royalty. Helen was lower class, but one day, a son of the head of the wealthy family took an interest in her. His name was Henry, and he really saw Helen. He thought she was beautiful and soon realized she was kind and gentle, and funny too. They fell madly in love; however, it was, of course, a forbidden love. The two would talk and make love in secret, often at night when everyone was asleep.

After months of secret meetings, Helen became pregnant with Henry’s child. Helen was overjoyed, but Henry was nervous. This baby, like their love, had to remain secret. Its existence, while being a result of their love, also potentially put their romance in jeopardy. If Henry’s mother and father were to find out, they would quickly get rid of Helen and ensure the two would never see each other again.

Helen had the baby, a little girl named Emma. Emma became Helen’s whole world, and she loved and cared for the baby with all her heart. Henry visited them as often as he could, paying for everything, including bribing a driver to bring him back and forth to where they were hiding Emma and Helen and keep silent about it. But, as all good things do, that time had to come to an end. Henry’s parents began to suspect something with Henry being absent all the time, and one day, they confronted that driver. The driver broke easily and told them everything.

Within an hour of the driver’s confession, the parents developed a plan. They arranged a marriage for Henry with a family who had long been eager to rise up the ranks a bit. The woman Henry was to marry, Nina Blackwood, was cold, stuck-up and rude; everything Helen was not. Henry discovered the plan after visiting Helen and Emma when the driver dropped him off that night right to his waiting parents.”

“This is boring; it’s not even scary,” Jenna complained.

“Just wait! I’m getting to the good part,” Lily urged, then continued with her tale. “So Nina and Henry got married, and the family made sure Helen and Emma never saw Henry again. Henry still managed to send her money and letters, which he would write every night--”

“BORING!” Dina interrupted Lily. “Just paraphrase, would ya?”

“Oh my god, shut up! I’m just about to say the scary bit! Geez, you two are totally killing the mood.”

“It’s not that scary, right?” Phoebe asked from half behind a blanket.

“Oh my god, yeah, be careful Lily; you might make Phoeb’ wet herself,” Jenna joked.

“I mean, I’m kinda getting to that….” Lily said with a smirk; Phoebe pulled the blanket all the way over her head. “Okay, so as I was saying, Henry would send all these letters, right? Well, his cold wife, Nina, wanted a baby. Henry wouldn’t grant her one; she was cold and rude and all, but also, he was still in love with Helen, and he already had a child: Emma. Well, one day, Nina intercepted one of his letters. She read all about his true love and the child they shared. Nina was furious and jealous, and so one night, she followed Henry’s messenger to Helen’s house. Nina watched from a distance as the messenger delivered the letter.

When Helen opened the door to receive the letter, Nina could see Helen’s beauty and the perfect little baby she held in her arms. This just enraged her more, and so once the messenger left, she made her move.”

“Fucking finally,” Dina groaned.

“Nina knocked on Helen’s door,” Lily continued. “She opened it with a smile, thinking it was the messenger back with something he’d forgotten, but when she saw Nina, whose face was red with anger, her smile faded. Nina pulled out a knife and pointed it right at Helen. ‘Give me your baby,’ she said, ‘or I will spill your blood.’ Helen held Emma close and backed away, vowing never to give up her baby. Nina cut Helen’s arms, causing her grip on Emma to weaken. Helen wailed, but no one came to help her. Nina kicked and pulled at Helen to get Emma. Emma cried hysterically. Finally, after Helen was too weak to keep fighting, her grip finally loosened, and she passed out just as Nina had Emma in her hands.

Nina left Helen there to die and took Emma back to the mansion. That night, when Henry got back to his room, Nina was there with the baby. Henry was startled as he knew exactly which child that was. He tried to take Emma from Nina, but Nina wasn’t playing games anymore. She held her knife to little baby Emma and warned Henry that he would give her a baby, or she would take his away. Henry pleaded for Nina to be careful and told her she’d do whatever she wanted. Nina stripped her clothes and told Henry to fuck her.”

“Okay, this got fucked up really fast Lily,” Jenna said.

“She’s not going to kill the baby, is she? I don’t really want to hear that….” Phoebe moaned from under the blanket.

“Might want to cover your ears then Phoeb’,” Lily replied.

“Oh my god, what the fuck? She kills the baby?” Dina asked.

“Spoilers!” Jenna replied.

“Can I please just finish the story?” Lily asked and waited for everyone to quiet down. “Yes, it’s fucked up, so I’ll paraphrase, essentially Henry can’t get aroused and so he can’t fuck Nina and Nina kills Emma. That’s just part of the story, alright? Now let me finish before you get all rowdy again. Henry pleads to his father for a divorce after what Nina does, but his father won't allow it. So, in protest, Henry writes one more letter to Helen and takes his own life, knowing he’ll be happier on the other side where he can be with his daughter.

Helen wakes up, weak and covered in blood. She’s lost a lot of blood but somehow survived. She reads the letter from Henry, where he says that their daughter is dead and he is going to go be with her. He even invites Helen to join him on the other side if she chose not to live with the grief. But Helen is in disbelief and angry. She finds an old woman in her town that had been rumoured to be a witch and able to speak to and even resurrect the dead.

Helen asks the witch if she could just hold her baby again and be with her one more time. The witch agrees but states that she must be pure of soul and clear in mind, for if she isn’t, she may find herself confused, treading down a dangerous path with darker spirits. Helen insists she is pure, but she is lying. Helen is overwhelmed with grief but also rage. She wanted revenge on Nina, the woman who took her baby and her love. As the witch began the ritual, she quickly realized this was the case, but it was too late to go back.

‘Give me back my baby,’ Helen began to chant, each time her voice got deeper and more coarse. The witch ran, and soon the dark spirits had a clear path to Helen. One approached her in her mind’s eye and said, ‘so, you want your baby, and you want revenge?’

‘Can I have both?’ Helen asked.

‘Why, of course,’ the spirit replied with a devilish grin. ‘You will be a babymomma. You will see your Emma again, and you will get revenge….’

The spirit inhabited her, and suddenly her once kind eyes went black. Helen’s vision went dark for a moment, but when it cleared, she looked normal and had Emma in her arms, sucking on a pacifier. Helen rocked her back and forth and sang her a lullaby. She was finally happy.”

“Oh god, something bad is gonna happen!” Phoebe moaned.

“What do you mean ‘gonna happen,’” Dina replied. “Tonnes of bad shit has already happened.”

Lily smirked. “However, all was not what it seemed.”

“Oh god, I knew it!” Phoebe cried.

“Henry’s father heard a horrible scream from Nina’s room and ran up. When he got there, what he saw was unforgettable. Nina was hovering in the air, curled up like a baby. She was sucking her thumb and had pissed and shit all over her dress. Holding her was the spirit of Helen chanting, ‘my little baby, I’m your momma.’ Henry’s father couldn’t look away, but after a few minutes, the spirit vanished. Nina lived, but for hours she wasn’t the same. Her mind was that of a child’s. She couldn’t speak beyond goo-goo’s and gaa-gaa’s, she had to crawl to move, and she couldn’t control her bladder or bowels. By morning she was normal again, but Nina forever lived in fear of Helen, aka the Babymomma.

It turns out, Helen died on the floor in her home from her cut, and it was her spirit who wandered to the witch. The witch lied to Helen, telling her she would perform the spell she asked, but instead attempting to send her to heaven to be with her loved ones. But Helen’s spirit was angry and attracted dark spirits, who manipulated her easily with their promises. Helen remains a spirit to this day, and it is said that if you lay on your bed and say ‘Babymomma, Babymomma, I will be your baby, momma,’ Helen will visit you and turn you into Emma!”

“Wait, she’ll turn you into a baby?” Jenna asked.

“That’s dumb. Don’t spirits usually like, kill you?” Dina asked.

“You will not catch me saying that,” Phoebe came out from under her blanket to say.

“Well, I was hoping we’d all try it?” Lily asked.

“Oh my god, no,” Jenna said.

“That’s all a bunch of bullshit anyway; it’s just a stupid story,” Dina replied.

“If it’s just a stupid story, you won’t mind then, hey?” Lily teased.

“No way!” Phoebe pulled the blanket back over her head.

“Oh come on you guys, don’t be losers. It’s not like bloody mary or Candyman or something. You can’t die. You just... get to be a baby for a few hours. It could be fun!”

“Look, I’ll say it, but if I piss or shit my pants, you’re buying me new underwear,” Jenna said.

“Dina?” Lily asked.

“Whatever, like I said, it’s a bunch of bullshit anyways.”

“Phoeb’?” Lily asked.

“Phoebe’s a big baby already; it probably wouldn’t even work on her,” Jenna joked.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Phoebe replied.

“Well, then prove it! Say the thing with us!” Jenna yanked at Phoebe's blanket. Phoebe looked around until finally, she gave in.

“Fine! But you promise we won't die or be haunted or anything?” She asked.

“Promise. Now let’s all lay down on the bed,” Lily instructed. All four girls got up and laid down next to each other in Lily’s bed. “Okay, are we ready?”

The three other girls nodded.

“And you remember the words?” Lily asked.

“Yes, can we just get on with this? I wanna watch Love Island,” Dina groaned.

“Okay, on three, ready? One, two, three.”

“Babymomma, Babymomma, I will be your baby, momma,” the four girls chanted in unison. A silence took over the room as they waited, and waited, and waited.

“Okay, see? Nothing. I guess I’ll just….” Dina started to get up when suddenly she was curled into a fetal position and began floating in the air.

“Oh my god,” Jenna gasped.

“Holy shit. It’s real!” Lily laughed in surprised excitement.

“She’s peeing!” Phoebe pointed to Dani’s crotch, where suddenly piss started flooding out into her pyjamas.

“Ew! Lily, that better not happen to me, or I will make you buy me new underwear!” Jenna exclaimed.

“Why is it only her, though?” Lily pondered.

“Well, it’s only one spirit; she can probably only have one Emma at a ti-” Phoebe’s eyes rolled back into her skull, and she began to float as Dani began to sink back into the now wet bed.

“It’s going one at a time; she’s going to hold all of us!” Lily explained.

“Dani? Hello?” Jenna poked Dani as she laid back down next to her. Dani looked up and Jenna and smiled.

“Ma-ma?” Dani asked.

“What?” Jenna replied.

“Mumamuma pfft” Dani replied.

“Yo, Lily, Dani has gone full baby,” Jenna said with concern.

“Yeah, I figured, she’ll be like that for a few hours,” Lily replied nonchalantly. Jenna watched as Dani’s face turned red for a moment, and then suddenly, the smell of poop filled Jenna’s nostrils.

“Oh god, she’s shit her panties!” Jenna complained.

“Yeah, look at Phoebe! I think she was wearing a pull-up because it’s started to leak on the outside of it,” Lily said.

“Wait, seriously?” Jenna chuckled.

“Yeah, look, you can see the waistband!” Lily pointed to Phoebe’s butt, where the purple padding from a goodnite diaper was protruding.

“Damn, girl came prepared!” Jenna joked.

“Yeah, same!” Lily replied.

“What?”

Suddenly, Phoebe sunk to the bed, and Lily began to float. Jenna then saw what she meant; Lily was wearing a diaper.

“Fuck this; I’m out of here,” Jenna said, and she got up to leave the room. A chill ran down her spine, and she suddenly felt cold. Jenna turned around slowly, and behind her was Lily, still floating in the air but with a figure holding her. It was Helen.

“My little baby, come to momma,” the spirit whispered, and Jenna blacked out.

When the four woke up the next morning, the room smelt like piss, shit and baby powder. All the girls were themselves again, just with wetter pants than they remember starting the night with.

“Holy fuck, that was amazing!” Lily raved. “So, who wants to do it again?”