Story: Mother Knows Best (gross)

You wake up in a comfortable blue twin bed, sheets and blankets freshly cleaned. You’re in what looks like a child’s room. You can feel that you’re not wearing much; you’re upper body is naked and your underwear has been replaced with a fresh diaper. You groan in annoyance. It happened again. You’re still trapped in this god forsaken house after promising to yourself yesterday would be the day you escaped.

Ever since that woman captured you, your life has just been a blur. Defeat in the morning, rage as she opens the door and then… Urgh. You can never remember what happens next. Your memory is becoming unreliable. You can’t even remember how long you’ve been stuck here. Weeks? Months? You lost track once the days started blending together. You want to get out. You want to escape this psychopath’s clutches and get back to your life. Just the thought of that woman’s face makes your blood boil.

Oh how badly you wish you picked up on all the warning signs. Why on earth would someone maybe 15 or even 20 years older than you have any interest in you? Sure, you’re reasonably attractive for a person in their early 20s, but nothing remarkable. Even knowing that, it was so hard for you to think straight once she groped your crotch and shoved her tits in your face. You felt like the luckiest person on earth and happily agreed to come back to her place. Sure, the sex was amazing, but what followed it was nowhere close to worth it. How she… um…

You grab your head as you try and remember what that woman’s been doing to you all this time. Every day it’s the same thing but… you can never remember anything once she enters the room! You really hope it doesn’t have anything to do with the diaper around your waist. Surely this is just the same one from yesterday, right? You can barely handle the embarrassment of wearing a diaper at your age as is. You can’t even handle the thought of doing something else in them. You reason that it’s absolutely ridiculous how inattentive you’ve been during these daily sessions of torture. You promise yourself you’ll never have this embarrassing memory lapse again. You’re at full attention!

Right as your mental pep talk ends, you hear footsteps ascending the stairs to your room. Complimenting each step is the noise of joyful humming. It’s her. That horrible cunt keeping you locked up in here. You prep your body for an escape, arising from the comfort of the bed. Your muscles tense as your whole being is ready to tackle the woman as soon as she steps in your room and escape. You clench your fist as the door slowly opens up.

You start to lunge forward, but something interrupts you. You catch a glimpse of your capture’s face. Her big, sparkling eyes, her tender, spotless cheeks, that cute little nose, and her pink lips in an ear to ear smile of bliss are, for some reason, an enormous distraction. As you gaze at the woman’s face, your body relaxes. All that anger and tension starts to drain out of you. Instead of being mid lunge, you’re now sitting down calmly on the bedside, staring intensely at that face. You can’t move. All your body wants to do is gaze up at that woman’s beauty. Your thoughts all start to calm as you look up at the now giggling woman as she starts to speak.

“Good morning sweetie~!” the woman greets you.

The woman starts walking towards you with her best cat walk. Your attention turns away from her captivating face to her impeccable body swaying in front of you. Child-bearing hips and a wide butt trapped in tight jeans far too small for her figure walk towards you, her massive G-cup breasts swaying inside a keyhole turtleneck bouncing up and down slightly with ever step. She stops in front of you, looming over you with a mischievous smile. Your heart stutters a little as you hear her speak up once more.

“Did my little baby have a nice sleep?” She asks you, reaching over to rub your head.

You stare at her, mouth agape as you struggle to comprehend these emotions welling inside you. Why are you acting like this? Why are you her little baby? Before you can start to answer those questions, you’re snapped back to reality in an unpleasant hurry.

“Yes mommy” you blurt out. You panic mentally as you hear those words drip from your mouth. Mommy? Why did you call her mommy? What’s going on here? You start to shuffle as your mind tries to assess what your body’s even doing anymore. You can barely move your arms and legs. Any attempt you make at hurling an insult or yelling in defiance turns into coy little mumbles. You have a growing erection, and no matter how much unpleasant imagery you try to kill it with, it won’t go down.

“How wonderful!” The woman coos, pulling out a bottle from a bag she ascended the stairs with. The large plastic bottle is stuffed full of some awful looking fluid, translucent and pink in color. “Well then, it’s time for breakfast. I know it doesn’t always taste very good, but mommy needs you drinking this special formula every day. Your body is already very nice and obedient towards mommy, but we need to make sure your mind is that way too. Otherwise, you’ll end up being that grump you use to be.”

You start to put together all the pieces as she tells you about the formula. Whatever’s happened to your body to so easily pacify you in this woman’s presence is because of that bottle. You absolutely cannot allow whatever that liquid is into your body again. Yet… by the time you make that conclusion, the woman has already shoved the thing in your mouth. She gives it a light squeeze and sprays some of the pink stuff into your mouth.

You recoil as you taste the overbearing sweetness of the liquid. You so badly want to spit it out and shove the bottle away. You know so very well deep inside you that THIS is what’s causing you to act so strangely and what’s been clouding your memory. You just… you just need one more sip and then you’ll spit it all out. That’s all.

You give a tiny suck to get a little more of the drink in your mouth. You pause for a moment as you feel the stuff fill your mouth. You know you can’t swallow it though, otherwise you’ll be under the effect of whatever horrible drugged concoction this is. You really wish you didn’t have to swallow, but far too much is filling your mouth now that you’ve sucked on the bottle again. Why did you suck on it a second time and flood your mouth? You reason you probably did that because the stuff tasted so good. It does taste really wonderfully sweet after all. You definitely still have control over your body though, you’re sure of it. It probably can’t diffuse into your system that quickly, you’re sure of it. You’ll at least have some time to think after you take that first gulp, right?

You gulp down most of what’s sitting in your mouth. The cold beverage is immensely satisfying to feel snaking down your throat. You kind of wish you could swallow more of this delicious gunk in the bottle in front of you, but you can’t. It’s probably got some horrible drugs that’ll make your thinking all funny. Hmm… but then again, mommy did give you the bottle. Mommy probably knows what’s safe, right? If she gave you a bottle filled with something this yummy, you’re sure it has to be safe for you! Before you take another sip on the bottle, you pause for just a moment. Something inside of you is telling you that this is all a bad idea but… why? Why would you ever not do what mommy wanted? Your head is just too silly sometimes. You look back up at your loving mommy as you happily gulp down the rest of the pink liquid in the bottle, giving her a wonderful show as your pupils go from their normal brown to a hazy purple. She smiles as you start to finish off the meal, to which you smile back.

You proudly pry away the bottom as you sip up the last of it. “All dooooone~” you proudly announce.

“Oh my, you’re such a hungry little baby aren’t you?” Your mother asks as you proudly fling the bottle away. “How do you feel sweetie? Nice and full~?” She asks.

You open your mouth to give an answer, but a long burp answers for you instead. You giggle at the sound “Yyyyup!” You answer, flinging your arms up to show off your excitement for pleasing your loving mommy. Suddenly however, you feel a little too full. Your stomach rumbles a little in discomfort. You feel terribly full in an instant just from that pink fluid alone. You cry out for help. “Aaaah, mommy help!” you wine. “My tummy feels bad, what’s happening?”

Your mother giggles at your response. “Oh, don’t worry baby! It’s nothing too uncomfortable. The formula I gave you just has a bit of a weird effect on your body. It makes your head all fuzzy and fun like the baby I know, but it also makes some other parts of you a little more active. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll love how excited you get from a fully tummy in just a sec~”

You gasp in intense discomfort as the effects of the formula make themselves more known. An unbearable pressure is mounting on your back door, demanding to be relieved. “Mommy! Mommy, mommy, can I please use the potty!?” You exclaim.

“Oh sweetie, what are you talking about?” Your mother replies. “You don’t know how to use a potty yet. You’re not potty trained yet. I’m surprised you even asked to use the potty, really. The little baby I know just LOVES making a big nasty poopy in their fresh diaper~ Don’t you remember any of that honey?”

You sit back, a little confused. Didn’t you potty train yourself a long time ago? You try and think of a time you sat down and used the potty like an adult. A few memories of you using a toilet pop up in your mind but… hmm… the closer you inspect them, the less sure you are you just didn’t imagine them.

You decide to break down things logically. So, in this memory, you think you used the potty at some point. The only problem is, mommy said you’re not potty trained yet so you should have pooped in a diaper instead… Hmm… Well, mommy loves you so much that she’d never lie to you, so you can’t be remembering correctly. Yeah, it all makes sense now! The more you think about it, the clearer you remember everything. In this memory, you weren't pooping on a toilet like an adult, you were loading your diaper to the brim with a giant load of icky mess while mommy watched her poopy little baby go! That was so much fun! You had completely forgotten how fun it was being a poopy baby for mommy! You’re absolutely sure that had to be what happened instead. How silly of you to forget.

“Oh yeah, hehe! Sorry mommy, I forgot.” You apologize. How could you ever have been so dumb as to question mommy? “Let me make it up to you, okay mommy?” You ask, getting on all fours on the bed. “Watch me, okay mommy? I’m going to make a big mess in my diaper just like you like, okay?”

“Oh sweetie, that’s so nice of you!” Your mother replies, hands flying to her cheeks in giddy anticipation. “Go on then honey, mommy’s watching! Make a biiiiig mess like I know you love to~” she coos as she pulls up a chair. You’re so busy positioning yourself for her viewing pleasure you don’t notice her slip a hand down the front of her jeans.

You’re panting in excitement as you spread your legs. You can feel your lower half going nuts. Your bowels feel stuffed to the brim and your poor little asshole can’t hold back much longer. You let out one final long grunt as you feel the head of your movement poke out slightly. Finally, you give a long, hard push.

The huge chunk of waste that pink beverage generated inside of you stretches your pucker to start off its escape. You groan as it dilates you uncomfortably wide to let out the thickest part. Grunt after grunt escapes your gritting teeth as you focus all your energy on expelling the huge shit inside you. Then, in a sudden burst of speed, the largest portion rushes out of you, filling the seat of your diaper with a large *SQUELCH*. You sigh in relief as you feel the satisfaction of relief and that lovely warmth of your fresh mess pressing against your rear as more waste pours out of you. You maintain your position on all fours as fresh poo continues to crawl out of you, keeping a goofy smile that leaves your tongue hanging out. It feels so heavenly to mess your diaper for mommy! Oh how much you love every little sensation! You wish you could just keep making more and more poopy for your loving mother and make the messiest diaper ever~

Sadly though, you feel your bowels start to empty. The fun of pushing out a fresh mess is over for now it seems. Thankfully, there’s still plenty more fun to be hand. You reach back with your right hand to inspect your massive bulge. You shudder as your hand squishes your giant mess, making you let out a cute little coo. You get off of the bed to get a better view of your mess, and to give your loving mother an intimate view. You gasp as you see just how much you produced. There’s a massive sag in your diaper, larger than any bulge you can remember!

“Mommy, mommy! Look how much poopy I made! Look, look!” You cry in joy as you wiggle your diaper clad rear in your mother’s face.

“Very good! I’m so happy you remembered what a good little baby you were! Making you mess your diapy every morning is the best way to remind you of what a good baby you are~” Your mother replies, wiping her wet hand against her pants.

With that remark, your memory of the last few months starts flooding back. Every morning, your mommy has to feed you that yummy formula to get you back to your normal self. Every day is spent playing with mommy in a comfy diaper, making a mess of as many diapers as you can. Every night, your mother gets you changed and gives you one of her amazing hand jobs until you’re cumming to being the perverted little adult baby you are. You’re so happy you finally remembered! You hope you never have to be your old self ever again. You just want a world of mommy’s hugs and your big messy diapers your whole life!

As you stand there, a second epiphany dawns on you. You forgot how huge a turn on pooping your diaper was. The front of your diaper is bulging with a massive, distracting hard on that only seems to get bigger as you squish your mess around. “Uh-oh… mommy, my cock is all hard from making so much poopy!” You announce. “Can you get back down? Please mommy? I’m so h-horny from all the poopy that… I-I think I need mommy to get me back down.”

“Oh god, fuck yes~” Your mother replies, momentarily dropping her motherly façade. ”Come here sweetie, mommy’s hands are going to make you feel all better~”