A mother is willing to do whatever it takes to keep her child. Even if it involves tricks, lies, or even murder.
These books are partly inspired by user Unidentified562's Yandere stories (Which you'll definitely see in this story). Do check him out...
I woke up excited. I grabbed a piece of paper that had a list on it. The first thing on it was to give Y/N a bath after she had breakfast. So with that, I walk upstairs and quietly enter Y/N's room without waking her up too abruptly. I walked over and whisper into her ear.
Katherine: *singing "Oh Y/N... wakey wakey."
Y/N's POV:
Another thing I didn't expect. I remember mom shouting at me to get up. Now, it was gentle and loving. Still can't tell if I can trust her. But she must trust me, as she's removing the straps from my arms. I was going to get up, but she picks me up instead, and carries me downstairs to the kitchen, and sat me down. She lays a plate in front of me, and I have to say, I loved it already. It was a couple of large pancakes with some good toppings. I was allowed to eat this time, while she watched with a smile on her face.
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After that, she carried me to the bathroom nearby. She sat me down on the toilet and starts the water in the bath. I can see that she's using warm water, which I always preferred over cold. After a bit, she starts removing her cloth, then her underwear.
Y/N's mind: (Oh boy...)
She then undresses me. We're taking a bath together. We both get in with me laying against her chest. She starts off with the shampoo immediately and starts scrubbing my hair softly. I just can't describe how confused I am.
15 Minutes later
After that was finally over, she dried me off and began to put new clothes on me. The first one wasn't bad, as it was just a little yellow shirt with a cute cat on it.
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But the second one was a diaper... I'm now wearing a fucking diaper. I know she wants me to be her baby again, but this is ridiculous. I also think it's time to start asking some questions.
Y/N: "Mom, can I ask you a couple of things?"
Katherine: "Only if you start calling me "mommy" Y/N."
Y/N: (Oh for god sakes) "Mommy, can I ask you a couple of things?"
Katherine: "Sure sweetie, what is it?"
Y/N: "Why did you put me in a diaper? I'm gonna be 21 in a few days, and this just seems wrong."
Katherine: "Well, you are my baby, and I want to restart from the beginning. I owe you for all the verbal abuse and neglect. After all, I know your birthday is only two days away. And I have a lot of things in mind for you."
Y/N: (Ok, I'm shocked she remembers my birthday) "Really? What's do you have in mind?"
Katherine: "If I tell you, it'll ruin the surprise. But I'll tell you one thing. It'll involve another cake."
Katherine's POV:
I get up to leave the room, so she can play with her toys alone and free without those straps. But I almost forgot to do something, and it involves Y/N once again.
Katherine: "Oh, I almost forgot. I have another reason why I'm treating you like a baby. Want to know why?"
Y/N: "W-why?"
Katherine: "I need to do something that I should have done as soon as you were born."
I turn to walk towards her, and I started to unbutton my shirt. The look on her face was priceless. That was the true definition of "seeing a ghost". I sat next to her, and though she tried to back away, I wrap my arms around her head and back and pulled her face into my left breast. And wouldn't you know it, she latched on and started sucking. She did try to pry herself away from me, but I was stronger than her. After what felt like two minutes, though I wish it was an eternity, I let her go, and lay her on the ground next to her toys. I kiss her forehead and leave. But... I'm not taking any chances.
*click
Katherine's mind: (Just in case. I don't want my little sweetie running from me.)
I had to lock her door. I just can't risk her running from me. I only removed the straps because she behaved. If she misbehaves or tries to run away from me, I'll use handcuffs. But I'll just cross my fingers she doesn't get the idea.
???'s POV:
Finally, after I got the house all set up, I head out to my wife's current address. She just up and left me about 2 months ago, and hasn't called me AT ALL. I'm not furious anymore, just concerned.
??? POV: ("I hope this is her address. Maybe I can convince her to stay with me. I have been working and waited for my father to pass, so he can pass his manor down to me. With a stable job and a place like this, she has to come back with me. What is she even doing this far out, to begin with?")
