The Baby Mommy

More than Oops

Telling Andrew about Gert and Creamy, about her failure as Miss Magoo, made her not just cry, but weep. They snuggled on the floor of the nursery, ensconced by stuffies, as the same thoughts she'd kept inside when she'd pooped with Kimmi now came pouring out of her.

As she spoke, her bladder gave away. Despite being just minutes into a fresh diaper a surge of pee reverberated off the front of her diaper and showered her pussy with pee. Andrew heard or smelled the accident, and almost as soon as the spigot from her groin stopped, he cupped the front of her diaper and kept it gently on her fresh warmth. But he said nothing about her accident in favor of addressing her real mistakes.

There was actual daddying to do.

Molly realized that revealing her incontinence had been a coming-out of sorts. At the same time, it'd never been hard to explain her dependence on diapers. Not even with Gert or Creamy had it been hard, rather, it'd been inconvenient. Not like the boldness it had taken to first kiss a woman in college. Her stinky liabilities represented not a terrible secret, but a troublesome counter-narrative; a rock in her shoe, a change of plans. Divulging her incontinence was like bringing a date home only to then explain that; oh, I have a roommate. Except in her case, that roommate is a steady stream of pee and an omnipresent probability of bricked pants. With Kimmi and Andrew it'd been hard to not bring up incontinence immediately, and indeed, that's exactly what she'd done. After all, she'd been forewarning people her whole life. In some ways, Creamy and Gert had been her dates who'd spent the longest in the dark.

And when it had come to revealing her kinks with Kimmi and Andrew, embarrassment had never been the problem. In fact, she wasn't worried about presenting herself as an adult baby to any potential partner, even if she someday again caught feelings for a vanilla. Who, honestly, would judge her for fetishizing a condition? Especially if they were someone she otherwise deemed worthy of bedding her. Even in a world where the average ABDL was a freak (Molly didn't see things that way, but many did), she imagined that most would perceive her eroticized eternal babyhood as reasonable. Even sensible. When life gives you lemons, right? When the weather forecast forbids lingerie, sexy is what crinkles in its place. Though she hadn't accepted her own babyhood for very long, Molly already knew that it wouldn't add much difficulty to finding a partner above and beyond the ick of her incontinence itself.

No, regarding Kimmi and Andrew, fit had been the problem and the source of anxiety. Molly had never been concerned with how they'd see her. She had only ever been worried if she could see herself that way too. Could she handle the way that they would perceive her? Not even when she messed for the first time in the nursery did she truly believe that she'd be judged by anyone but herself.

Yet still, she cried then. And now, only a few feet away from where that poop had first happened, she was crying all over again. Soggy yet still powdery at the same time. Horny yet mortified. Embarrassed, yet hoping that Andrew would bring a world of hurt upon her bottom.

But there were different punishments for different oopses. And for Molly, this was a sentence of honesty to supplement her own.

"There's no shame in being a sub," he told her, after listening to her stories. He knew now about the dirty diaper by the garage, the load at the ice cream place, and the lack of communication she'd given both prior partners since then.

She kinda wanted there to be a little bit of shame, but she understood his point.

"I just want to make you happy."

He smiled, seeing right through her. "If that's all you wanted, you wouldn't be feeling this way about all this."

"I don't know how I'm feeling," she sniffled, betraying that she at least knew she was feeling sad.