Den Mommy Barbera

Ashley walked down the stairs, careful not to track pee as her diaper drooped with its soaked padding, seeing that she wasn't the only one awake. In the living room were five other people, almost all of them in diapers.

Sitting in front of the TV playing video games were Daisy and Rosey. As their names implied, they were twins, nearly identical except one had long hair and the other short, Daisy being the short-haired dressed in a legless pink onsie while the long-haired Rosey was in a dress that made her look like a human-sized doll. Fiddling with her phone was Summer, her red-hair tied back in a pony-tail, wearing nothing but a blue shirt and diaper as she sucked on a pacifier. Sitting on the couch was Barbera, her shirt up and breastfeeding Julie, who was in nothing but a bra and a fresh morning diaper, her dark brown hair woven into pigtails.

Barbera wasn't the only den mother at their sorority house. Just one person couldn't take care of an entire mansion's worth of babies, but Barbera was the one who was in charge of the place. While being a Den Mother meant she had to do the shopping and the cleaning and making sure everyone followed campus rules, being the Den Mommy meant she was their caretaker. She fed them, played with them, bathed them and changed their diapers. She even took hormone medication that made her lactate so that she could breastfeed her baby girls. It had no nutritional value for adults, but everyone was still into it.

"You all done, J-J?" Asked Barbera when Julie stopped feeding.

"Yes mommy," said Julie as she sat up. Her face was bright red, having only started living like an adult baby at the start of the semester.

"And what do we say?"

"Thank you mommy," said Julie.

"You're very welcome J-J."

Barbera grabbed Julie's pacifier and stuck it in her mouth, thumbing her cheek affectionately. Julie starting sucking on the pacifier as she stood up and walked away.

"Good morning Ashley."

"Morning Barbera. I slept fine."

"You look like you need a fresh diapie. You need me to change you?"

"If you wouldn't mind."

The two of them went over to the changing matt in the corner of the living room and Ashley laid down as Barbera undid the tapes.

While Barbera had accepted that Ashley wasn't going to be one of her baby girls, she was still offering to change her. She would sometimes slip and offer her a bottle or baby-talk her, but it was more out of habit than anything. Besides, it made her job easier when Ashley offered to help feed the other girls in their high-chair or when she offered to go to the store when they were running low on something.