Mummy's Girl - Part 3

Mrs Jones was browsing for plastic pants on the computer when her mobile rang. She smiled widely at the sight of her daughter’s caller ID. Right on time.

“What is it, sweetie?” she said, answering the phone. “Is your little date over already?”

“Mama!” Kimmy sobbed. “I… I… I pooped!”

“You pooped, baby?” Mrs Jones asked, pretending to be confused. “In the potty? You know you’re not allowed t-”

“No-oooo….” Kimmy hiccupped tearfully. “In… In my pants!”

“What do you mean, Kimmy?” asked Mrs Jones, letting a slight edge creep into her voice. “I think I must be misunderstanding you. It sounds like you’re telling me you pooped your pants by accident, but I know that can’t be right. After all, we left messy accidents behind a very long time ago.”

“I’m sorry, Mama!” Kimmy bawled. She dissolved into incoherent sobbing for a little while, before taking a deep, shaky breath and saying in a sniffly voice, “Please, Mama… Please can you come and pick me up? It’s so yucky and stinky!”

“Alright, baby,” said Mrs Jones, a little more softly. “I’ll come and get you. Hold tight, okay? Mama’s on her way.”

“Okay, Mama…”

Mrs Jones felt giddy as she got to her feet and started gathering her coat and car keys, and the supplies she’d need for Kimmy. She should have done this weeks ago! Years! She should never have stopped doing it in the first place! She’d thought making her daughter spend her teenage years as a pull-ups-wearing pantswetter would be enough to ensure she never got too big for her britches. But the moment she’d gone off to college, she’d started drinking and staying out late and who knew what else! And now she thought she was ready for boys?! Clearly she’d been wrong to wean her little girl off her special medicine all those years ago…

Mrs Jones glanced up at the kitchen cupboard as she packed baby powder, wipes, and a fresh nappy into a diaper bag. It was good to know her recipe still worked. With the right combination of drugs mixed in with the high-fibre oatmeal, she had the perfect means of making Kimmy mess herself. By adjusting the ingredients ever so slightly, she could control almost exactly how long it would take until her daughter needed to poop, and also how difficult it would be to hold once she did. She’d used it in the past to ensure Kimmy had accidents at just the right time to stop her getting too full of herself, and today she’d timed it so that her daughter would have a massive, uncontrollable bowel movement roughly half an hour into her date.

Once she had everything she needed, she hurried out to the car and started to make the short drive into town. It wasn’t long until she spotted Kimmy standing on the pavement a little distance away from the restaurant where she’d had her date, teary-eyed and tugging fruitlessly on the hem of her skirt to try and make it cover up the sagging seat of her massive, heavily loaded Pampers.

“Oh Kimmy…” Mrs Jones said, in a deeply disappointed tone, once she’d parked up on the side of the road and got out of the car.

Her daughter stared at her feet and sobbed. Her face was streaked with tears, and her nose was running. She looked like an absolute mess.

Mrs Jones gave a long-suffering sigh, even as she thrilled inwardly, and said, “Okay baby, let Mama check the damage.” Kimmy let out a feeble squeal of protest as her skirt was lifted up, but Mrs Jones ignored her. She cupped her daughter’s heavy nappy with her hand, feeling the warm wetness within. “Full to the brim with pee-pee,” she said, “but that’s not the issue. Turn around, Kimmy.”

A few people on the street were pointing and laughing now. Slowly, awkwardly, trying not to squish the horrible load in her pants, Kimmy turned around. Mrs Jones hooked a finger into the waistband of her diaper and pulled it out. “Yuuech!” she said loudly, drawing even more eyes in their direction. “Kimmy Jones! I’ve never seen such a messy nappy!” She spun her daughter back round to face her. She was still crying, and she looked as though she might faint with shame. But that was all for the better – it was important that this became a formative moment for Kimmy moving forwards. Her first genuine messy accident as an adult, and a highly public one too.

“Come along, darling,” said Mrs Jones. “I need to change you before we head home. I don’t want that smelly thing in the car too long if I can help it. Lie down on the backseat. Be a good girl.” After laying down a plastic changing mat to protect the seats, she guided her daughter onto it. Once Kimmy was in position, she ripped open the tapes on one side of her diaper, then the other, and pulled down the front. “Pee-yew! What a stinky bottom!”

Kimmy wailed and covered her face with her hands as Mrs Jones lifted her legs into the air, putting her mucky bum on display. But Mrs Jones herself was unable to keep the grin off her face. She’d missed this so much! Helping her daughter out of wet training pants was one thing, but changing a messy nappy was on a different level. It made her feel so Mummyish. She was able to get her fix from time to time when Kimmy misbehaved enough for diaper discipline, but she couldn’t wait for this to become a normal part of their daily routine again. It was for Kimmy’s own good too, of course. She wouldn’t be getting too big for her britches as long as she was pooping in them. She’d be happily dependent on her Mama, safe from the nasty grown-up world.

“Honestly Kimmy, what am I going to do with you?” she asked, as she slid the loaded Pamper out from under her daughter’s bottom and rolled it up. “I never thought I’d still be changing your nappies at this age, let alone such a messy one!”

“But… But you said I had to, Mama…” Kimmy whimpered. “You said-”

“The problem isn’t that you made a messy diaper, young lady,” Mrs Jones cut in sternly, getting to work cleaning her daughter’s mucky bottom with baby wipes. “If you’d done uh-ohs because you were guilty about your naughtiness last night and wanted to properly punish yourself by making a stinky on your date, Mama would have been very impressed. The problem is that you couldn’t control yourself. You’re far too old to still be having poopy accidents, Kimmy! What on Earth did your date have to say about this?”

Kimmy burst into fresh tears, no doubt remembering the moment she’d realised what was about to happen in her pants and made a rush for the toilets, only to freeze two steps from her table, double over, and pack her Pampers with an enormous load of poo-poo.

“Why didn’t you use your nappy beforeyou left, silly girl?” Mrs Jones continued. “It was bad enough that you were making such slow progress with your potty training, but now you’re going backwards! Not even that – you’ve gone all the way back to square one! Why can’t you understand that you’re supposed to hold it, sweetheart? You don’t just go in your pants!” Once Kimmy’s perky little bum was clean, Mrs Jones slid a fresh diaper beneath it and reached for the baby powder. “Just think what would have happened if you weren’t being diaper disciplined right now, little missy!” she said, sprinkling the powder liberally over Kimmy’s nether regions. “There’s no way your training pants could have handled this, and any big girl panties would have been totally ruined! It’s clear you’re not ready to be out of nappies yet, young lady.”

“Noooo!”

“Yes, Kimmy. You can have your pull-ups back when you’ve proved to me this was just a one-off. But I’m afraid to say it looks like your old habit’s coming back, sweetie.”

“It can’t come back!” Kimmy wailed. “Not now!”

Mrs Jones pulled the clean diaper up between Kimmy’s legs and taped it on, sealing her pussy behind a thick layer of absorbent padding. Her little girl wouldn’t be messing around with boys while these were in the way! Picking up the rolled-up, thoroughly used nappy, she straightened up and turned around, noting with satisfaction that a small crowd that gathered nearby, craning their necks to get a look at the grown woman getting a nappy change in the back of a car. Pinching her nose and holding the huge, stinky Pamper out in front of her, Mrs Jones marched over to the nearest bin and dumped the diaper into it with a heavy thump.

Then she returned to the car and leaned in to kiss her daughter on the forehead and do up her seatbelt. “Alright, precious girl,” she cooed. “You’re all clean and dry for Mama now. Let’s go you home, baby.” She paused for a moment, then said, “What do you say, Kimmy? Remember your manners.”

“Thank you, Mama…” Kimmy whispered.

“Good girl,” Mrs Jones said gently, running her fingers through one of her daughter’s pigtails. She really was too pretty for her own good. If it wasn’t for her potty problems, she was sure to have turned into a vain and superficial young woman. But as it was, she was sweet-tempered and humble. “I’m sorry about your date, princess,” said Mrs Jones. “But there’ll be plenty of time for boys when you’re older. For now, just remember that Mama loves you, no matter how stinky your nappies are.”

Kimmy’s trembling lips twisted into something that was almost a smile. Mrs Jones planted another kiss on her forehead, then got into the front seat of the car to drive her precious cargo home, where she belonged.

The End

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(for now, as I think I'll do a continuation of this story in the future)