Fight… for Your Right… to Moooom-my!

"Oh, sweetie. You really thought you'd be able to trick me with that?"

Anna's voice was as cool as the cascade of water that had just splashed into her lap. She smiled sweetly up at her friend, her grey eyes dancing with quiet glee. "You really are a naughty little girl, aren't you? Aww, was that you trying to get back at me for this morning?"

Molly's eyes flashed momentarily, her hand quivering on the now-empty glass she'd just upended over her friend. "N-no, of course not! What a silly question! That's the kind of question only a dumb, silly baby would ask…" She drew herself up in mock, affronted dignity and strode back to her chair, glancing firmly around their lamp-lit hotel room even as she settled down with an almost inaudible rustle. "Honestly, you can't even take responsibility for your own messes, can you? It's clear that you're the baby in this room, not me…"

Oh, it was on, all right: the friendly feud between these two kinky women. "It'll be a blast," Anna had maintained when broaching the idea – and even now, Molly had to agree. What was there not to love, anyway? A weekend getaway in the big city? Two grown women, taking a break from work together? And best of all: indulging their inner switchy selves in a friendly competition to see who could out-domme the other?

Yeah, it was like no other weekend either had previously spent. With Anna's quiet confidence and steely gaze, she rarely had any trouble cowing her partners – paying or otherwise – into submission. But neither did Molly – not with her short brunette locks, sarcastic tongue, and no-nonsense energy. And so the stage had been set. Two strong women, coyly working against one another to assert their dominance…

Anna had led off with a bang – even Molly had had to admit that. "Where the heck are my… panties?", she'd muttered that morning, even as Anna slipped out from the bed behind her and thrust a folded disposable garment into her hands. "Oh, sweetie, you must still be dreaming," she'd murmured quietly, watching Molly's eyes widen at the sight of the Goodnites before her. "You know you won't find any panties in that luggage of yours, don't you? All you'll ever find are these, honey: nice, soft, thick pull-ups to keep a leaky little princess clean…"

Of course Molly had pulled them on: grudgingly, with a wry acknowledgment of Anna's tactical move. "Don't think you've won just because I'm in a freaking pull-up," she'd retorted – and indeed, the rest of the day she'd done her very best to counter. Hadn't she cut in front of Anna in the fast-food checkout line at lunch, just so she could order her friend her own happy meal? Hadn't she sat and teased her the entire time about what a good girl she was not to make a mess with her food? And then, hadn't she smirked and ordered Anna an entire 64-ounce big gulp of iced tea – grinning sadistically and telling her that she'd better drink it all before they got to the museum?

Heck, even then, as Anna had calmly gulped down the massive beverage, Molly had managed to wring another concession from her: that she wouldn't be able to use the bathroom without first begging for permission. "Sounds fair," Anna had nodded in apparently meek resignation. "But let's make that go for you as well. You know, just to keep things fair…" And of course Molly had agreed. After all, she wasn't the one flooding her system with two liters of liquid! She could see it already: Anna breaking down at last, dancing from foot to foot, begging her plaintively for permission to run to the toilet, admitting that she wasn't the cock-sure adult mommy she pretended to be…

Well, strangely it hadn't happened just yet – and somehow Anna seemed cool and composed as ever, even with a thoroughly soaked skirt.

"Sure, honey – keep telling yourself that," she responded, rising elegantly from her water-soaked seat and retrieving one of the white hand towels from the bathroom. "Though it's honestly hard to see why you think you're so mature – especially when your pull-up is crinkling so loudly." She smiled and cocked her head over at her friend, then stepped to the mini fridge and reached inside. "But listen: remember what I said about sharing a treat tonight? I think you've earned one after that little stunt, sweetie! Besides, we definitely don't want this ice cream to melt any more than it already has…"

Molly began to rise once more, reaching to take the ice cream from her friend's hand. But Anna was too quick for her – and, tugging her friend back down into the chair, she thrust the glistening cone of ice cream directly into Molly's face. "Hush now, little one," she urged, twisting it deftly and smearing the half-molten cream over her friend's spluttering and half-open mouth. "You know you deserve it. You know you want it. So be a good girl and quit fighting…"

Molly tensed, spluttered again… and then, grudgingly opened her mouth. It was good ice cream, after all. And so what if it was dripping down her chin and onto her shirt? The harder she struggled, the more of a pathetic sub she'd appear. The sooner she ate it all, the sooner it would be over. And then – well, assuming she could hold onto her strangely uncomfortable, audibly gurgling gut for a bit longer…

Because no way in hell was she going to beg Anna for the toilet first. No fucking way – not when an entire two liters of tea must be ready to burst out into her friend's flimsy panties.

"Tayfhty," Molly responded with a wry smirk, stuffing the last of the cone into her mouth once Anna had finally withdrawn her firm grip. Chocolate and fudge ringed her mouth, and even as she spoke she could feel the sticky mess drip from her chin onto her shirt. "But," she maintained, chewing down the last of it and beginning to tug her messy shirt up over her head, "It wasn't me that made the mess, you little dum-dum. You're such a baby you couldn't even figure out how to get it in Mommy's mouth without making a mess!"

She was out of her shirt now, her full breasts out on display within their low-cut lavender bra. She wiped roguishly at her sticky face, grinning now at her friend. "Speaking of messes… we'd better get that embarrassing wet skirt off you, shouldn't we? Come here, honey. Let Mommy Molly take it off you before you soak it even further…"

Hands reached out. Fingers teased. And within seconds, a tickle fight had erupted: between the coolly elusive Anna, twisting and writhing away from her friend's fingers, and Molly, who was hell-bent on getting her friend to finally crack in whatever way she could. "Aaahhh!" "No- what are you-" "You silly- silly little… girlll!!" "Ahh! No, not there-"

Perhaps it was for the best that their hotel room was tucked away in a secluded corner of the twelfth floor. It was certainly for the best that the thick curtains were drawn. Because within ten minutes' time, the duo had devolved into a struggling, half-naked pair of attractive women, writhing and laughing breathlessly as they tumbled from bed to floor. Off had come Anna's soaked skirt to reveal her tattooed thighs and silken panties. Off had come Molly's own pants, revealing the mortifying pastel puff of her still-dry pull-ups. And as for bras…

Well, who needed those? Everyone knew real mommies needed to let their nice full boobies hang free!

It wasn't looking good for Anna, it had to be said. Molly was astride her, pinning her to the rough carpet with a sadistic grin on her face, and reaching teasingly down to stroke her friend's womanhood through her panties. "Aww, you're stuck here now! I bet you really gotta go pee, don't you? After all that tea…" Anna heistated… but then nodded reluctantly, a glimmer of pleading desperation appearing at last in her grey eyes. "I- Maybe…"

"Beg me." Molly was insistent, her voice low and throaty as she loomed down over her prone friend. "You're gonna fucking beg me. Beg me to use the potty like a big girl… or else…" Her own gut was cramping with increasingly horrific intensity, but… no. She could wait. She must wait. She was so close…

Anna opened her mouth. Closed it. And then, before she could do more than let out a strangled squeal, Molly's fingers descended once more, probing and wiggling, sending spasms of shrieking pleasure exploding through her. She- she shouldn't be so ticklish-! If- if only-

The hiss of her strained, pent-up bladder finally giving way was heavenly music to Molly's ears.

"Aww, what's this?" Molly mocked, biting back a gasp of pain as she leaned down and caught sight of the bubbling spring of urine between her friend's thighs. "What a stupid, pathetic little baby! You're literally pissing yourself! And here you were telling me I was the one who- needed… uuuhhh! pull-ups…"

Anna blinked up at her friend. Gazed silently down toward her spurting bladder. And then, strangely enough… smiled.

"Oh, sweetie." Her grey eyes blinked knowingly up into Molly's, and too late Molly felt her friend's legs twining around her own, effectively fixing her in place. "You know as well as I do that letting go feels divine. Come on, honey. Why don't you let that icky mess out, hmm? I know you want to. Not even the biggest of girls can hold out against a double-dose of my special chocolate. You know, the kind pumped full of laxatives…"

Molly's eyes widened in horror and dawning comprehension. Oh- oh god! That muffin this morning, then? The chocolate muffin? With the bits of half-molten chocolate Anna had tucked inside and warmed in the microwave? And here she thought she'd simply been trying to make her face messy. A messy face… not messy pants…

She let out a strangled little bleat of dismay. And then – whether it was from her own despair, or perhaps just from the fatigue of holding back the storm for so long – the storm finally broke. For with a loud, half-muffled explosion of gas, the seat of her pull-ups began to expand. She knelt there atop her partner: filling her pull-ups, groaning and sweating all the while… while her friend gazed up from her own puddle of urine with an incomparable expression on her face.

It wasn't merely gloating. It wasn't even sadism. It was the wry satisfaction and condescending approval of a Mommy watching her Little humiliate herself in perhaps the most infantile way possible.

"Well, then… baby," she murmured softly, as Molly finally blinked down in rueful mortification and slipped free from her friend's confining hold. "I think it's pretty clear now who the real adult is in this room. But honey, you've been lying to everyone all day about being a big girl, haven't you? So I think it's time I help you remember exactly how much of a helpless baby you really are…"

At the coolly authoritative note in Anna's voice, Molly could only whimper. And nod. And gaze pleadingly up into her friend's calmly smiling face, even as she felt her pull-ups swelling and begin to leak with the inevitable flood of her own swollen bladder.

She'd lost clearly. But… maybe she could be a Mommy some other day?

Maybe?