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[#253] Mother Daughter Day [B-Side]
🕑 Added 2020-03-04 22:42:44 +0000 UTC"Babygirl."
I winced at the name. Allison hadn't called me Mom in weeks. And why would she? Ever since she caught me in a diaper, I hadn't been her parent. If anything, she was mine.
Still, she could keep her voice down! A few heads turned to stare at me.
"Y-yes?"
"Please fetch me that cereal, from the high shelf."
...she had to be kidding! She dressed me in this stupid outfit, and the skirt barely came down to the seat of my diaper! If I reached up like that, everyone might see. They would know what a baby I really am, getting bossed around by her daughter. But arguing with Allison would only make it worse...
With a deep sigh and an even deeper feeling of resignation, I nodded my head softly. Every step made noise, every step risks exposure, every step made it worse. I felt my skirt rising up the seat of my diaper, and then back down as I placed the cereal down in the cart.
"Not that one, Babygirl," I could also hear the amusement in her voice, the sweet liquor of power she was hooked on, "the other one, put that one back."
SoapyLast Friday at 11:19 AM
I hated her! I hated her so much! But at the same time, my skin felt like it was tingling. The rush. The fear. The shame. It filled a hole inside me. I needed it...
So I reached up and grabbed Allison a new box, dropping it in the cart. I followed her around as she did her shopping, trying to remember the last time I had used the toilet. And I couldn't stop thinking about the churning in my tummy, and how I really needed to use it right now...
"Come on, let's go for a walk in the park next."
A walk? But I needed to get home. I needed to use my diaper... "But..."
"No arguing, Babygirl."
I followed her down the sidewalk, holding four bags of groceries in my hands. I could hold it. Just a short walk around the park, right? Then we could go home. Then I could fill my diaper and rub the front of it. Ugh, what the fuck was wrong with me?! Why was I so disgusting? Why did I let her do this to me? And why did I like it...?
The park was a lot further away than I counted on - two agonizingly squirmy blocks of walking, across the street, and my daughter-cum-mommy didn't seem at all in a hurry. If I was able to keep a good pace while carrying all the bags, I knew she was just fucking with me. My stomach gurgled.
Ugh..
It felt like an eternity. I wasn't even paying attention, so when Allison stopped and stood in front of me, I nearly ran into her. She tilted my shin up to look into her eyes and I felt a hint of blush on my cheeks. Such a power move...
"Go ahead. Make your diaper sag for everyone to see."
What? How? How did she know?! I had to stand up for myself. I had to argue!
"Allison..."
"No, no, I think from now on... you'll call me Mommy."
"Absolutely not," I said a little too loudly. But there was no way! She used to call me that, when she was just a child! And there was no chance of me ever stooping so low!
"You don't have a choice," Allison said simply. "I have photos of you. Videos of you. And if you ever call me that name again, I'll send every single one of them to your contacts list."
...everyone? My parents? My friends? My co-workers? I felt anxiety build in my chest, and not the fun kind. No, that thought was... terrifying.
"Now, what's my name?"
"Mommy," I said so quietly I hoped she couldn't even hear me. What choice did I have?
"What was that?" She cupped my chin, and her voice raised so much louder than it needed to be. "I can't hear you over the sound of you being about to shit your diaper in public, what did you say?"
I couldn't believe she said that, my brain couldn't even process it, and despite it all I was wetter than I'd ever been and that had nothing to do with the pee in my diaper.
"Mommy..." I trailed off, hoping it was enough. It wasn't.
"Again!" She demanded.
"Mommy..." I repeated, redder and redder, hotter and hotter.
"Louder, Babygirl!" She sounded so gleeful, so amused, so turned on. I balled up my hands and practically shouted.
"YES MOMMY!"
I gave up. Mentally and physically. Right there, in front of everyone, in the middle of the park, I grunted and pushed and filled my diaper with my shameful stinky mess. I knew it sagged, and my skirt was so short, and everyone was watching. Everyone knew what a shitty, stinky little girl I was.
Mommy took my hand and led me home. The diaper shifted and rubbed between my legs with every step. The humiliation echoed in my mind with every second. I squeezed Mommy's hand as I came, nearly falling to my knees. But Mommy and I kept walking.
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