The coach’s daughter

The former coach looked around the room at the babies surrounding her. “Whewe’s my mommy?” She asked, her lisp stronger.

Joanne looked down at her. “Who is your mommy?”

“She a teacher!” The girl responded proudly. “De jam teacher!”

Joanne laughed. “You mean gym teacher?”

The girl’s eyes rolled around a couple of times, mumbling something before nodding repeatedly. “Gym! Not Jam!”

“Dewe’s another office.” Aria said. “On dat side.”

Joanne took the girl’s hands and parted her way through the big babies behind her until they were in the gym again. The girl looked around for a second before pointing at the other office door. “In dewe. Mommy takes nappies befowe cwass.”

Joanne smiled and went to open the door. Thankfully it was unlocked as well, and she saw the assistant gym teacher laying in her office chair with headphones on. The dimly lit room didn’t look that unlike a normal office. She bent down and whispered into the little girl's ear.

“Go kiss mommy good morning.”

The girl nodded excitedly, and climbed on top of the paper covered desk so she was at the same level as her mommy. She held herself up by her hands, while her little feet kicked and spun around on the other side. When she got in place, she gave the assistant coach a messy kiss into her slightly open mouth.

The assistant teacher woke up with a start, and immediately pushed the little girl out of her face as her eyes darted back open and adjusted to the light. “Dammit Jim I told y-“ She started, but then Joanne pinned her back to her chair. “What! Young lady, what are you doing?”

“Try again sweetheart.” Joanne said to the slightly unnerved little girl. The assistant coach looked down at her desk and saw the small child crawl the rest of the way across it, climbing onto the chair.

“Whatever prank this is could get you expelled!” The coach barked.

“Mommy? Why angwy?”

“Mommy? What are you saying? My daughters are twice your a-“ She tried to say. But before she could finish, Joanne nudged the girl into giving her mommy a kiss again.

This time more of the girl’s saliva entered the older woman’s mouth, mixing with the walls of her cheeks and tongue. She glowed pink and wrinkles and freckles disappeared from the woman’s face, erasing years from her life. The gray hairs vanished before every strand turned the same impossible pink color. A messy bun formed at the nape of her neck, only held in place by a blue scrunchy.

Her breasts became firmer, bigger. Milk flowed into them again, staining her shirt. Then that same shirt turned purple, with a wider color and buttons down half her breast. The purple shirt spread over most of her arms and waist, turning into a queen’s gown with multiple white layers accentuating the skirt. Her bra disintegrated as her panties grew and grew until she had a thick diaper covering her butt.

The girl ended her kiss, pulling away and cocking her head in confusion as to if mommy was okay now. Her mommy then cooed and wrapped her silky arms around her back, forcing the girl’s face into her ample bosom. “Jenny, I thought you were asleep.”

“My fwiends woke me up.” She said, pointing to Joanne.

“You let her out of her crib?” The coach asked. Joanne nodded.

“She was fussy.”

The coach patted her daughter’s back before moving to her bottom. Sure enough she chuckled, feeling a warm squishy mass in the seat of her diaper. “She should be. I guess all you babies need diaper changes, huh.” Joanne nodded again.