Clara hated her mother. She was fed up with being treated like a child. Her mother, or “Mommy,
Clara hated her mother. She was fed up with being treated like a child. Her mother, or “Mommy,” as she was forced to call her, literally treated her like a baby. Her “Mommy” had dropped her out of college mid-semester. She was forced to wear, and worse, use diapers. Every time she made a mess, she would have to endure a diaper change, which mainly consists of her “Mommy” cooing condescendingly over her and a slow, unbearable change. Then, “Mommy” would either feed her baby food, or actually breastfeed her. She even had to sleep in an oversized crib! Clara’s stomach started rumbling from the laxatives her “Mommy” put in her bottle unbeknownst to her, and, clutching her stomach, groaning, she felt her diaper sag as she squeezed out a huge turd the size of her fist, followed by a warm stream of liquid poop. She felt the warm and squishy turd slide in to the seat of her diaper, bulging out noticeably, and liquid poop almost soaking through the thick diaper. As if on cue, “Mommy” opened the door and walked in with a grin on her face. “Does little Clara need Mommy to change her diaper?” she asked, almost laughing aloud in between words. Clara started crying quietly, and whimpered a yes. -- source link