There is a learning curve, but yes

My life is perfect. Occasionally someone tries to talk to me and I have to stumble through it, but most days I just go to class, come home, study or do homework, and then go help Mommy Lillian with whatever she’s working on. Mostly this means cosplay or videos, or both. She seems to prefer to take care of all my needs herself, not letting me cook or do any laundry, which makes the ‘chores’ label kind of silly.

Apparently she has a friend who runs a small YouTube channel and knows how to edit videos. She showed me some of the videos we took, but with added special effects possibly taken directly from the games I was imitating. It feels surreal seeing Mommy and me playing pretend only for an actual lightning bolt to fly out of my hands. Of course, the special type moves ended up looking most like they do in game since putting my hands out like I’m shooting something from them is pretty easy even for my un-athletic self. But the rest also look pretty good.

All in all everything is perfect… except one thing. Whenever mommy has me undress for cosplay, she always has the same question. “Where is your diaper, baby? I’m sorry, they are technically pull-ups. I know you don’t like it when I call them diapers.” Yeah, she bought a whole big pack of them. And she has been pressuring me nicely to wear them. I know she has a kink for it, but I really don’t need them. Yes, I need to be a bit careful when I get excited, but it’s nothing I can’t handle with good planning. And besides, pull-up or diaper, the crinkling would make it impossible for other students near me not to realize what I was wearing down below. So there is no way I am giving in on this. I don’t have to give in on her every whim. I am a strong, independent big girl who can take care of herself.

Mommy is currently putting a bib on me as I get ready to eat macaroni and cheese with cut hotdogs. I’m a big girl, I swear. I know how this looks, but it makes mommy happy. And besides, Mac and cheese with hotdogs is a classic! And a bib is basically just a fancy napkin. I haven’t given up my maturity in exchange for being pampered by a beautiful Professor. Why would anyone think that? And even if I did, who could blame me? She’s amazing! Beautiful! Perfect in every way! She even has been making sure I am properly hydrated all day. She made sure I had a drink of water before leaving for school, she texted me to drink more water during the day, and she made sure I had large drinks both when I got home and now at dinner. Other students would be jealous of my pampered life if they were allowed to know of it.

Of course, there can be something as too much of a good thing. “May Lopunny be excused mommy? She’s finished.” Mommy lets me wear pajamas to dinner and right now my Pikachu onesie is all I have on.

“Of course baby. You look uncomfortable, I’ll deal with the table alone tonight. You go take care of yourself.” She looks surprisingly domestic in her light blue sundress today.

Happy to be let off the hook for clearing the table, I quickly but gingerly make my way to the bathroom next to my room. I really need to… why is it locked? It’s just me and Mommy, and she’s in the kitchen and usually uses her own master bathroom. Finding myself doing the one truly universal dance, I carefully make my way back to the kitchen. “Um, Mommy? The bathroom door is stuck. Can Lopunny use your bathroom really quick?”

Mommy looks at me, and smiles. “Of course dear, but it’s locked right now. I need to unlock it. Just wait for me to finish the dishes.”

… god damn it. She got me. I may be naive generally, but that doesn’t mean I don’t learn from the past. Mommy wants me in diapers and has orchestrated this situation to end with me in them. She continues to wash the dishes nonchalantly, as I squirm and pant. Finally she puts the last plate down. And then she slowly walks to her room.

I will not give in to such tyranny. I can hold it. Both as a matter of bladder control and control over one of the few scraps of my adult self respect left. Yes, she got me in a diaper before, but she didn’t manage to keep me in one. It was a one time thing, and it will never happen again. Her slow gait does make it easy for me to walk smoothly behind her, so as to not bother my liquid weight.

She reaches the door to her bathroom, and slowly unlocks it and opens it up. Then she very slowly moves out of the way of the door so I can enter. And inside I see… a toilet with multiple pieces clearly missing. The upper portion is gone. The bowl is empty, and its seat is gone as well. There is no flush lever. I’ve seen this toilet before, it did not look like this. “M, mommy? Does the toilet work?”

“Oh no, that’s right I forgot. The toilet needed some maintenance and can’t be used right now. You didn’t need the bathroom for its toilet did you?” Her coy voice makes it clear she thinks she’s being clever. My bladder feels ready to explode.

It dawns on me that for all I worry about my own maturity, Mommy can be surprisingly immature with her games when trying to get something she wants from me. “Yes, Mommy. Lopunny needs to use the toilet.”

“Oh, so you need to tinkle?”

“… yes Mommy.” I want to sound grumpy with her, but the pressure building inside of me forces me to sound petulant and needy.

“Yes what?”

I need to piss! “… yes Mommy, Lopunny needs to tinkle. Please help Lopunny Mommy.”

“Oh well, why don’t we just get you in some pull-ups, then you won’t need to worry about it at all. No bathroom needed, I can just change you when you’re done.” And there it is. I feel proud of myself for seeing it coming from so far off. I am learning to see the signs that manifest when you live with a very kinky person.

“Mommy, Lopunny can… just go in the bath tub. Lopunny will clean up after. Please step out Mommy.” I feel proud of this solution. This will defeat her plans… why is she smiling? How far ahead did she think this through?

“If baby is going to use the my bath tub to tinkle, Mommy thinks it’s best if you get undressed first.” Really? You know what, sure. It will make it easier to pee without getting any on my onesie anyways. Considering she wants this to end with me wearing a diaper, or a pull-up rather, I can give her this. Plus I’m going to explode soon so arguing isn’t worth it. I quickly strip away my onesie and step naked into the bathtub.

Before I can unclench and release the pressure building in me, Mommy stops me. “Don’t just stand, sit so you don’t splash.” Part of me wants to object to her watching this enough to judge, but I know to pick my battles. Her master bathroom, she can watch if she wants. I quickly sit down. “No, not there. Sit at the far end, away from the drain. So you can lean against the most angled surface.” Frustrated but obedient, I slide over to the far side and let my legs stretch towards the drain with my back against the sloped end of the tub. “No, sit with your legs over the edge of the tub, not your head.” Truly exasperated and near ready to burst, I do as instructed. Only once I am in position flat on my back with my head laying in the middle of the tub and my legs going over the far end of the tub away from the drain do I realize this position it absolutely perfect… for ensuring I pee all over myself. My pussy is above all of me but my legs, and the pee needs to flow over or at least under me to get to the drain.

“Mommy, does Lopunny need to pee in this position?” Why would you do this to me?

“Yes baby, if you want to tinkle in Mommy’s bathtub you have to do it by Mommy’s rules.” She’s already lifting her skirt so she can massage her penis as she looks down at me. “Don’t worry, Mommy will give you a nice bath tonight, after you clean up the tub.” This deal seems incredibly one sided…. but my bladder is about to explode one way or the other.

“Ok…ay Mommy…” I can’t help but start pissing myself mid word. The pee predictably begins running down from my crotch to my stomach, then my breasts. Luckily most of it rolls down to the sides before it can reach my neck or face, but it still streams slowly past me underneath, and I feel my back slowly becomes wet with a warm sensation creeping from my butt down to my head. Even so the sensation of relief is euphoric after such a long fight to keep it in.

I feel humiliated as Mommy watches me piss all over myself, but at least she wanted this. If she becomes disgusted she has no one to blame but herself… she is not looking disgusted though. She is still casually rubbing her dick, not enough to get fully hard though. “Baby, Mommy needs to use the toilet too. Why don’t we share? Just hold still and let Mommy help keep you warm.”

What the shit is that supposed to mean? I receive my answer almost immediately, as Mommy unleashes a strong stream of her own urine right onto my pussy, joining my own piss stream. I **** myself to hold still and accept that this is happening. If I close my eyes I can pretend this is just a nice warm shower… that smells. Her stream begins to move away from my crotch and onto my belly, then up to my breasts. Then, with my eyes scrunching extra shut, the stream moves up and centers on my face, streaming into my hair and beating on my eye lids. She is clearly trying to avoid it but some gets into my nostril. Finally, after she has marked every inch of me as her territory, her stream begins to weaken shortly after mine stops. I lay there dazed at what just happened as she shakes out the last few drops onto me. I cough a little at the smell and to clear the bit that got in my nose, and feel like the smell has been burned into my mind.

I sit up, and wipe away my eyes before looking up at Mommy. She is looking down at me with the satisfaction of someone who just stopped holding something in. “Thank you for helping Mommy with that, baby. I’ve been drinking just as much water as you were today.” I realize that the scent could have been much worse if we weren’t so well hydrated, and looking down I have to admit it does look pretty clean… for piss.

“… You’re welcome Mommy.” What else is there to say? She just pissed on me. I have literally no idea what to do with that. Surprisingly, I’m not really that mad at her. She wanted to pee on my face, and she made it happen. The diaper was a brilliant misdirection to keep me from seeing what was coming next. The fact that she plays these mind games with me… well it makes me feel special.

True to her word, Mommy turns on the bath faucet. I use the water to wash down the remaining pee and rinse myself off, before Mommy plugs the drain to draw me a bath while I sit and wait for it to fill up. Mommy then begins to lather me up with soap. I relax under her hands as she doesn’t just bath me, but also massages me gently. Her hands slip under the water and begin to tease my slit. “Mommy, please play with Lopunny more…”

Mommy smiles at me and rubs me a few more times, before stopping and draining the tub. I’m confused, I thought she was going to play with me more. “Mommy will play more with little Lopunny, once I get your cute little butt dressed properly.” Oh, okay. Yeah, I can get behind pajama sex. I thought we had a thing going in the tub but pajamas and beds are more comfortable. I carefully climb out and let Mommy dry me off. Once done, I reach for my onesie but Mommy stops me. “Lay down on the floor baby. We’re not done yet.” Okay, Mommy is managing to confuse me a lot tonight. But… we are almost to more ‘playtime.’ So I lay down.

And Mommy pulls out a large packet from out from under her sink. Diapers. Not arguably pull-ups, unabashed giant diapers. I begin to squirm a little. I thought the diapers were a misdirection! “No baby. You’ve put this off long enough. Mommy let you try and potty train yourself, but now Mommy is putting her foot down. Diapers, every day.”

“But… Mommy made Lopunny wet herself!” I whine at to unfairness of it all.

“And Mommy is going to make Lopunny wet, and sticky, many times from now on. I intend to fuck you so hard you lose the very memory of what control over your entire lower body even feels like. So, diapers.” Her tone never changes from her loving and patient mother explaining something to a child.

I don’t know how to respond to the plan of fucking incontinence into me. The idea is dumb… but really hot. Suddenly the diaper seems like a perfectly reasonable precaution against Mommy’s libido causing me to leak. Speechless at her bold proclamation, I sit silently and let her finish diapering me. She helps me up and leads me to her room after I slip into my Pikachu pajamas. It’s not exactly bed time yet, but I don’t hesitate to crawl into Mommy’s queen size bed. It has my Lopunny body pillow and several of my buddies already sitting on it, including Piplup, Lopunny, Buneary, and several more.

Mommy quickly climbs up and pins me down to look me in the eyes. “Did Mommy make you uncomfortable today?” Her tone is light and teasing, she knows what she did.

“No Mommy, Lopunny loves Mommy!”

Mommy smiles at me and leans down to kiss me gently. I return the kiss, happy to be beneath her. She fiddles with my zipper and unzips me from the bottom… something this onesie can’t do. “Mommy, you broke my zipper!”

“I’ll fix it later baby, Mommy needs to be inside you right now. You’re too cute not to violate.” Her voice comes out husky and low, and I realize she’s far more ready to go than she’s been letting on. She quickly pushes my diaper to the side to expose my pussy, and slides roughly inside of me. Her excitement is contagious… and maybe I enjoyed her treatment of me today more than I thought, because I cum almost immediately. But, as usual, Mommy’s libido puts mine to shame. She keeps pounding into me as I spasm and grab my body pillow to squeeze to **** in my throes of passion. Mommy pulls me and my pillow close to kiss me deeply as she pounds me harder and harder into her bed. I hold the pillow she bought as we fuck on her bed in her house. I feel the difference in maturity and responsibility and understand that she loves me, but doesn’t respect me. And that realization cause me to orgasm a second time, clamping down around her cock in appreciation for her motherly presence in my life.

Mommy finally reaches her limit, and plunges deep into me to spread her warmth as far as she can send it. I feel so warm, and realize I don’t need Mommy’s respect. I just want her love, and I’ll throw away all the respect in the world for that.

“I love you Mommy.” I try to impress all my feelings into my standard declaration.

“I love you too baby.” Mommy pants at her recent exercises, but her answer is clearly just politely responding.

“No, Mommy. I love you. I love you, and want to be yours… even if that means you sometimes pee on me. I love you Mommy.”

She looks me deeply in the eyes, and I think she understands what I’m trying to say. “I love you too baby,” it’s the same response, but her voice is so much huskier and laden with emotions. I hope they are good emotions as she holds me close to kiss me good night.