Her Babygirl: The Complete Collection

by Hart, Poppy

  “My princess,” Elaine murmured, reaching down to brush some of Becca’s hair out of her face. Her temple was perspiring, so was hers – but she wasn’t sure how much was Becca’s juices and how much was her own sweat.

  Becca seemed to glow with the endearment and pressed her tongue deep into Elaine. Elaine clenched herself around Becca and the little woman laughed deeply. Her eyes were full of starlight. Elaine struck with possessiveness, pulled Becca up against her and kissed her deeply. Becca’s fingers took up the task her tongue had been performing and made Elaine cry out against her lips.

  “I love your sounds, Mommy,” Becca said, her voice borderline embarrassed.

  “I love yours too, baby girl,” Elaine said. She pulled Becca’s hand away from her legs and took it in her lap. She looked at Becca and let out a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

  “What? What for?” Becca asked, alarmed.

  “I have really rushed things between us, Becca. You deserve better, especially from me,” Elaine said honestly.

  “I don’t care about that,” Becca said firmly. “You’re the one who wants to do things right, take things slow, not me. I just want to be with you as much as I can.”

  Elaine softened and pressed a kiss to Becca’s temple. “I’m not going anywhere. I don’t regret a thing. I just want you to know… I am serious about proving I’m capable of being the best Mommy out there for you.”

  “You don’t have to prove anything to me,” Becca said stubbornly. “I know you’re who I want.”

  “How do you know that, Becca?” Elaine asked, thoughtfully.

  “I just know. You make me feel like your baby. Safe with you,” Becca started after she saw the “I just know” comment wasn’t going to cut it with Elaine.

  “Becca, have you ever made a mess like that before?” the older woman asked.

  Becca blushed deeply. She nodded, her hands moving to cover her face. Elaine drew them down and kissed her nose.

  “You don’t have to be ashamed, princess. Little ones get messy sometimes. That’s why they need a Mommy to clean them up,” Elaine said fondly. “Sometimes we even help you before you can make a mess in the first place.”

  “What do you mean, Miss Elaine?” Becca asked.

  Elaine tried not to falter when Becca reverted to calling her that. “Well… there are always diapers.”

  “Diapers?” Becca said with shock. Not disgust, Elaine noted, but definite shock. Elaine wondered why since they were currently laying in an oversized crib with the sides down.

  “Well, yes. There are all kinds. I prefer cloth but some people are into the crinkle-butt disposable kind,” Elaine said candidly opening up. She had a few in the bottom drawer of the guest room dresser but didn’t want to tell Becca just yet.

  Becca trembled, her head dipping to kiss the erect nipples of Elaine’s breasts. Then she looked up at Elaine. The older woman could tell Becca was thinking, and when she looked up at Elaine there was a deep curiosity in her gaze. “I’ve never worn anything like that. Not since I was well. An actual little chunk.”

  “It can be a great comfort to some, Becca. I’m certainly not the type of woman to judge you if you’re interested in putting one on,” Elaine softly prompted.

  “I know you wouldn’t. I feel safe with you,” Becca said, her face pressing into Elaine’s chest. “I think, the way I’m feeling right now – sated… soaking, even – that a diaper wouldn’t be so bad in this particular situation,” Becca said confidently.

  “Mm, dear one, diapers are usually for before you make the mess. But if you want, we can certainly get you cleaned up and try one on. I have a rainbow selection of cloth diapers in the drawers of that changing table,” Elaine pointed out.

  “Changing table?” Becca asked, her brow furrowing.

  “Oh yes. Just like this is meant to be a crib… the dresser is a changing table. Do you want me to change you, Becca? Get you nice and clean?” Elaine offered.

  “Could I shower first?” Becca asked.

  Chapter 2: Becca

  “B abies don’t take showers, Becca,” Elaine softly clucked. “Their mommies give them baths.”

  Becca blushed. “And I’m a baby.”

  “I don’t know, Becca. How little is this princess?” Elaine asked, her smile easy as her nimble fingers scampered down Becca’s sides, tickling her.

  Becca squealed; her voice full of giggles. “I don’t know!”

  “Mm. But my little one still wants to try a diaper, doesn’t she?” Elaine asked.

  Becca nodded, her heart racing as her body calmed. She felt sticky with her own sex and the thought of Elaine taking care of her was more tempting than any minor humiliation she might feel wearing a diaper. My little one, Elaine said.

  “Then will you give me a bath, Mommy?” Becca asked in a vulnerable voice.

  “Of course, princess. You stay right here for a moment, then Mommy will come to get you,” Elaine said without missing a beat.

  “Elaine,” Becca said, her voice clear and bright.

  Elaine turned to her; she’d been halfway to the bathroom. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. It’s just. Am I… are we…?”

  “Am I done pretending that you’re not mine and I’m not yours?” Elaine asked Becca.

  Becca felt deep relief and nodded.

  With zero hesitation, Elaine walked back to Becca and pulled her up into her arms for a minute. She took one of Becca’s hands and pressed it to her cheek. Becca could feel the warmth radiating from the older woman. There was something in Elaine’s eyes she’d only seen glimpses of until now. “Becca, if you’ll have me… It would be my great honor to be your Mommy going forward. I’ll look after you, protect you, care for you, and love you. It’s too soon to say that last one, I’m sure, but I am falling for you. Will you be my little one?”

  Becca’s heart throbbed. Her eyes filled with tears. It was the first time in her life anyone had chosen her instead of being saddled with her. Not that her aunt and uncle weren’t good people, but she always knew they never expected to raise a child when they were just starting college themselves. Now, Elaine wanted her. Becca wanted Elaine too. There were so many questions about her neighbor that were unanswered. But Becca decided suddenly that the answers didn’t matter. She was falling for Elaine too. She brushed her tears away and nodded. “Yes. Please be my Mommy, Miss Elaine.”

  Elaine kissed her. It was slow and sweet. “I won’t let you down.”

  Becca shivered, her arms reaching out for Elaine once the older woman laid Becca back down to go resume her task.

  “Is there anything I can help with?” Becca asked.

  “I’m sure there is any number of things my princess is capable of,” Elaine called from the bathroom. “But you may not help. Let me take care of you, baby girl.”

  Becca suppressed a laugh. Listening to the sound of running water, Becca felt relaxed. She hugged a pillow in her arms and once again looked around the adult-sized nursery. The furniture alone must have cost a fortune. Elaine drove a luxury car. Her wardrobe was anything but off the rack. That in mind, why was Elaine living in the same building as Becca, a second-year mechanic?

  She woke to Elaine softly stroking her face. “You dozed off, little princess,” the beauty told Becca.

  “Sorry,” Becca said sheepishly.

  “There’s no need to be sorry, baby Becca. Here, let me carry you to the bath. We don’t want you hurting yourself, so tired,” Elaine tutted. Becca felt Elaine’s arm slip beneath her thighs and her hand grip the side of her waist. She was strong.

  Elaine carried Becca into the bathroom and eased her down into the water. “You’ll notice the bath’s not as full as the last time. It’s not that I don’t want my girl to relax… we just want to make this expedient so my girl can get back to bed soon.”

  “I’ve got to work tomorrow,” Becca said sullenly.

  “That’s right. Even though you’re my little girl, to everyone else you’re still a grown-up. That�
�s okay,” Elaine assured her. Becca smiled up at her. Elaine was still nude but the thin gold chain around her neck seemed like more than enough clothing. Elaine’s hair was fixed – she must’ve tidied it when Becca was dozing.

  “And even though you’re my Mommy you have other responsibilities too,” Becca said. “That’s okay.”

  “That’s true. I do have a corporate job, Becca. But my priority is you going forward.” Elaine softly stroked a washcloth alongst Becca’s limbs, her lovely eyes trained on Becca’s.

  “Can you afford to do that?” Becca asked.

  Elaine nodded. “Sometimes I may have to leave for a while, but I’ll always come back to you. Or if you feel comfortable taking time off… you could come with me.”

  “Where would we go?” Becca wondered.

  “There are some cool places. Also, some pretty boring ones. It depends where the firm is needed,” Elaine explained. She soaped Becca’s back and breasts, then gently washed the suds away. “I’ve noticed your hair looks a little dry, Becca, so we’re not going to shampoo it tonight. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes, Mommy,” Becca said. She reached up and touched her scalp. “Won’t it get greasy?”

  “No, we’re going to co-wash it. Do you know what this means?” her new Mommy asked her.

  Becca shook her head.

  “I’m going to lightly condition it, basically, and that’ll be that.”

  Becca smiled at Elaine, then relaxed as Elaine took care of her hair. She once again dozed off – only waking to the sound of water swirling down the drain in a lazy rattle. Elaine had braided Becca’s hair when she slept, too. The fat braid now laid against her shoulder.

  “Ok, little one. Stand up,” Elaine ordered her. Becca, sleepy-eyed, followed the directions. Elaine wrapped her up in a thin terrycloth towel and once again picked her up. Becca watched the world fly by from a new perspective and saw the dazzling mobile above the dresser, different than the one over the crib-bed.

  “You ready for your first diaper, Becca-baby?” Elaine asked.

  Becca swallowed, her hand reaching out to touch Elaine’s. “If you’re with me I can do anything, Mommy.”

  Elaine’s proud smile made Becca want to leap for joy. She’d done something right. Elaine reached down and pulled out a thick purple garment. It didn’t look like a diaper at first glance, but once Elaine unfolded it, it became very clear to Becca. The bottom was thickly padded, and though some stylistic measures had been taken – a soft ruffle on the butt and a few stripes at the sides, Becca knew it for what it was. A very expensive cloth diaper.

  “Legs up, Becca,” Elaine instructed. Becca lifted her legs above the changing table. Not good enough, apparently, since Elaine then gripped her ankles and pushed them up toward Becca’s chest, exposing her still wet from the bath pussy and bottom. Elaine dabbed her dry and then tutted over Becca. “You are the loveliest little princess, aren’t you?”

  Becca blushed. “Mommy…”

  “It’s true. My Becca has the cutest little pussy there is. If it weren’t your bedtime, young lady, I’d have some more fun with you. For now, powder,” Elaine sighed.

  Becca was already on her way to wet again and suddenly she felt the soft sprinkle of baby powder on her private parts. It caught her by surprise though she felt she should have known better. Elaine pushed the back of the diaper beneath Becca’s bottom, then let her relax her legs back down. On either side, Elaine first buttoned the diaper closed and then safety pinned it for good measure – not with just any safety pins, though, they were sort of oversized and the same color as the diaper, like they were meant to be used.

  “Now, baby girl,” Elaine said in the sultry voice that had first attracted Becca to Elaine. “How do you feel?”

  Becca lifted her knees, softly swiveling her hips as she rolled her butt in the diaper. Her eyes closed when she felt the pillow-like padding compress with her weight. “Cozy,” she admitted.

  “Good. This is kind of diaper isn’t ideal for prolonged wear, but you can easily get through a workday in it without being suspected. There’s a young woman at work – I’m friends with her Daddy-Dom – who wears her diapers under her pencil skirt. When she’s full, you can certainly tell,” Elaine chuckled.

  “Mommy… you can’t expect me to go to work and well… go … in this.”

  “Becca, I don’t expect you to do anything. You’re wearing the diaper because you asked. That’s all. If you never want to put it on again or want me to take it off, I will.”

  “No, please… it’s fun to wear,” Becca shook her head.

  “Well, if you did go to work and go in it, you’d be safe and dry until you came home. But I don’t expect you to go in it. My girl may just like the security of the diaper, not the function,” Elaine supposed.

  “Yeah…” Becca sighed. Her eyelids were heavy. She was so tired. Elaine leaned down and kissed the center of Becca’s forehead.

  “It’s the princess’s bedtime,” Elaine said.

  “Yeah,” Becca sighed. She looked over at the messy sheets on the bed.

  “I’ll take care of that in the morning. We can sleep in my bed.”

  Becca wasn’t sure what she’d expected to see in Elaine’s bedroom. She expected to see a very personal area. Something that told her a bit more about who Elaine was as a person. But the professionally staged bedroom had very little to do with Elaine, Becca thought.

  “You do live in this apartment, don’t you?” Becca asked.

  “The short answer is yes,” Elaine said unexpectedly.

  “What’s the long answer?” Becca asked.

  “Only temporarily. I’m building a house. Slowly. My other apartment is a bit more personal but it’s fifteen hundred miles away and useless to me here,” Elaine smiled.

  “You have another apartment?” Becca asked.

  “It was my first home,” Elaine nodded. “I’m reluctant to let it go, but with the company headquartering here permanently now… I’m not sure I’ll get much chance to use it.”

  “I’d keep it if I had the money,” Becca sighed. “I wish I could still visit my parent’s house.”

  Elaine smiled softly and wrapped an arm around Becca’s shoulder, moving to kiss the very top of her head. “I’ll consider it.”

  Becca wrapped her arms around Elaine’s neck. Elaine kissed her and slowly backed her toward the bed, one arm held out to draw the thick white comforter down the bed. She raised her brows, her lips stretched in a smile, “Get in bed, baby.”

  “Is there any point in going to sleep?” Becca asked, even as she yawned.

  “You mean besides the fact that you keep falling asleep on me, little girl?” Elaine countered.

  “Mm, yes,” Becca whispered.

  “Then yes. It’s only 3 am, which means there’s still plenty of time for a nap before you have to wake up for work,” Elaine explained.

  “Alright,” Becca yawned. She fell into bed and Elaine followed, spooning behind Becca warmly. Becca dragged a pillow up against her chest, missing her stuffed octopus but too cozy to say a word to Elaine. My Mommy , Becca corrected her though as she glowed.

  And then she blissfully and happily fell asleep once again in Elaine’s arms.

  ∞∞∞

  Becca woke up before Elaine did, which she was grateful for. Elaine looked so peaceful sleeping. Like Aurora in Sleeping Beauty, Becca thought. She scooted out of the bed on the left side, Elaine tucked away behind her on the right. She walked through Elaine’s apartment, gathering her things. She pulled her shorts on, almost forgetting about her diaper until she went to zip herself up.

  “Damnit,” Becca whispered, stalling in the hallway.

  “That’s not the sort of language a princess should use,” Elaine said. She’d somehow gotten from the bedroom to the living room without Becca noticing.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you, Mommy,” Becca apologized.

  “That’s okay. I needed to rise anyway. What do you want for breakfast?” Elaine asked
.

  Becca’s thoughts went to the sugary cereal in her cabinet next store. “Cinnamon toast crunch?” Becca asked.

  “Sounds like a dessert to me. I don’t have it, but I can pick some up after work.”

  “I’ve got some at my place. You don’t have to worry about making me breakfast,” Becca said.

  “I’m not worried, it’s just an offer. You know it makes me happy to take care of you, don’t you? It’s not a chore – I enjoy it,” Elaine said. Becca saw the worry in her eyes.

  “I know that,” Becca said. “I’m just not used to it, that’s all.”

  “Then I’ll make it easy for you. We can establish a routine… I can come to your place in the mornings for breakfast, or you can come to mine.”

  “I do have a better view of the sunrise,” Becca said.

  “And I’ve got a better view of the sunset,” Elaine said, picking up on her thought. “So, dinners here. Breakfast there, when you want to spend time together.”

  If Becca had her way that would be all the time, but she knew Elaine probably didn’t have that kind of time for her.

  “Ok, Becca, go get dressed and I’ll join you for breakfast. I do have one question, though. How’s the diaper?” Elaine asked.

  “Honestly?” Becca asked.

  Elaine nodded.

  “I forgot I was wearing it, it’s so comfortable,” Becca admitted.

  “Want to take it off for work… or put another on?” Elaine asked.

  “This one’s only a few hours on,” Becca said.

  “But I’m sure you need to go potty by now,” Elaine answered.

  Becca blushed deeply. She looked away. “I do… but.”

  “You want to see if it will hold up,” Elaine said. “I’m all for you wearing it and well… using it… but you may not want to make a workday your trial run. Once you’re wet if you don’t like it, what are you going to do?”