Amelia has taken Catherine's suggestion of praising Emily on board and decides to try some positive reinforcement of good behaviour.

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“Are you thirsty?” Amelia asked.

Emily’s face went a little redder and her eyes were as wide as hubcaps. There was a little hesitation before she finally nodded her head again, a little more slowly this time. The hesitation came from a lingering sense of Emily’s adulthood, something which was being increasingly erased, she knew what that question would mean.

Amelia reached over and unlocked the gate. She stood up and walked over to the couch where she sat down and pulled on the loose knot that had kept her modesty. The robe fell open revealing her pendulous breasts, reservoirs for her thirsty baby.

Amelia smiled. Emily knew the programme by now. She laid down on the couch with her head in Amelia’s lap, Emily could see a thin line of drool coming from the corner of her mouth. Amelia gently wiped the dribble away as she adjusted herself and then finally aimed one of her tits at Emily’s mouth.

When Emily latched on Amelia sharply inhaled. She had to gently chide her overexuberant wife to be a little gentler as she started suckling. Very quickly, Amelia felt her milk coming down. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. It certainly was nice to feed Emily like this, she had been told that it could create a special kind of bond and she certainly felt like she could feel that. She couldn’t see Emily’s face but she could see the bottom of her throat, she saw it move as the adult baby swallowed. Knowing it was milk produced in her own body that was nourishing her wife made Amelia swell with love and pride.

“Good girl.” Amelia said with a sigh.

Feeding Emily from her breast gave her a very different kind of pleasure to the one she had just experienced in her bedroom. It was more maternal and caring, she felt as if she were passing her life essence on to Emily who greedily suckled it down and wanted more. She’d had no idea Emily would take so readily to her taste. It felt no less intimate than what she had been doing with Catherine but still very different.

Amelia’s hand rested on Emily’s belly. She gave it a little rub. Knowing the stomach within was filling with her milk made her swell with pride. Her hand went lower, all the way down to the diaper barely hidden underneath the onesie. Her hand moved between Emily’s legs, which opened pliantly, and she felt the thick padding, it was very swollen and Emily would definitely require a change as soon as they were done. Nothing seemed to set off Emily’s bladder like drinking her Mommy’s milk.

Amelia smiled to herself. Whilst she definitely thought of Emily as her baby more than her wife, she hadn’t really thought of herself as “Mommy” all that much. She realised she should. After all, she was doing everything a mother would do for their baby. She gently rubbed the front of the diaper and felt Emily squirm underneath her, if she hadn’t been so occupied sucking down the milk Amelia was sure Emily would’ve complained.

“You’ve been such a good girl recently.” Amelia said softly, “That makes me very happy.”

Amelia smiled as Emily wriggled a little. She wondered if her wife realised just how much she was changing, she wondered if Emily knew how “little” she was acting. Amelia had consumed a lot of diaper content for many years, Emily’s wriggling reminded her of countless videos of adult babies she had seen over the years. The fact she had created her own baby made her feel as happy as she was proud. It had been a long road but she was starting to think they were nearing the end.

There were footsteps on the stairs and Amelia looked towards the living room doorway. A few seconds later Catherine appeared there. She smiled and Amelia lifted the hand that wasn’t cradling Emily’s head to give her a little wave.

“I’ll see you later.” Catherine said, “I’ll see myself out. See you later, Emily.”

Amelia felt Emily jump. No doubt she had been so absorbed in her feeding that she hadn’t noticed Catherine coming to the doorway. Amelia chuckled and said goodbye to her girlfriend before turning back to Emily. She heard the front door open and close before letting out a deep sigh of contentment. Whoever had said you can’t always get what you want clearly hadn’t been trying hard enough because Amelia had achieved it.

“Come on, let’s get you changed.” Amelia said as she pushed a finger between her breast and Emily’s mouth, “I think we could both use a nap.”

Emily broke away from the Amelia somewhat reluctantly. Amelia had to smile at the way a thin line of watery milk dribbled from the side of her mouth. Standing up, Amelia took her wife’s hand and led her, waddling, out of the living room and up the stairs.

Once in the bedroom Emily hopped up on to the changing table and Amelia got the diaper and supplies ready for the change. She had just returned to the foot of the table and put her hand on the tapes when Emily stopped her.

“Wait…” Emily said quietly.

“Hmm?” Amelia frowned, “Why?”

A second later Amelia felt exactly why she should wait. With one hand against the front of the padding she could feel a fresh warmth spreading out and soaking the diaper. She smiled as she looked at the creeping warmth and the discolouration that spread from the centre and turned the white padding a shade of grey.

“Ah, I see.” Amelia chuckled, “You’re a good girl for telling me.”

Amelia could see Emily smile. It looked like the big baby was trying to hide it but the corners of her mouth rose all the same. Amelia waited until Emily gave her the all clear before lowering the front of the disposable. She could feel the heat of the fresh soaking as she the diaper opened up before her. Pulling some wipes out of the tub she started cleaning Emily in the same we she had done countless times before. She saw Emily’s chastity cage twitch slightly as her finger brushed over the open slit. It gave her an idea. Catherine thought Amelia should give Emily more rewards. Well, she had just the thing in mind.

Amelia reached under the changing table to the bottom shelf. It was one she hadn’t gone to before. She picked up a small bottled of lube and coated her finger. Emily was staring up at the ceiling apparently oblivious to what was going on.

“You’ve been a good girl lately.” Amelia said, “I think you deserve something. Roll over and get on your knees.”

Emily looked down curiously between her splayed thighs. Amelia was smiling and nodded to encourage her to do it. Emily was a little awkward, especially with the used diaper still laying open on the padded surface. Nonetheless, she was soon in position and Amelia saw her little rosebud, a little red from the diaper but otherwise clean and ready. She reached out and ran her finger down the gap between Emily’s cheeks leaving a trail of thick lubricant as she went. When her digit circled around that puckered hole a couple of times, she heard Emily let out a moan, that was exactly what she had been hoping for.

“Do you want your reward?” Amelia asked teasingly.

“C-Could you…” It seemed like Emily was wrestling with whether she should even ask the question. She didn’t want to risk losing a good thing, “Could you take my cage off?”

“That stays on.” Amelia said sympathetically, “But I’m going to show you that you don’t need that little thing to have fun.”

Amelia squeezed a little more lube on to her finger and started pressing gently at Emily’s exit hole. She encountered little resistance. They had done anal stuff together before but Emily had never been too into it, she was always far more interested in what she had around the front. It seemed that now she didn’t have access to the front parts she was more interested in the back. Emily’s hips pushed slightly.

“Eager little beaver aren’t you.” Amelia chuckled, “All pent up. It’s been so long…”

Amelia reached forward with her free hand and cupped Emily’s balls. She heard Emily whine desperately. Perhaps she had underestimated just how much this enforced celibacy had weighed on Emily. How desperate she had become for release.

Amelia’s finger pressed a little harder and after a second it started to disappear into her wife’s ass. She could feel the warm smoothness as she sunk in past the first knuckle. Emily was moaning, it seemed even just the feeling of penetration was getting her going. Amelia had more in mind than though. She hooked her finger within Emily and started searching.

It only took a few seconds. Amelia felt a small bump the size of a walnut. Her finger ran over that spot and Emily reacted immediately. Her back arched and she let out a deep moan. It was exactly the response Emily was looking for. She smiled as she started running her finger in circles around the bump.

“Does that feel good?” Amelia asked unnecessarily.

“It feels… Amazing!” Emily gasped.

“Well, no cumming without permission, OK?” Amelia said, “You’ve been such a good girl, you don’t want to ruin it now, do you?”

“N-No…” Emily stuttered and moaned.

Amelia could feel Emily’s hole squeezing against her finger as if trying to pull her further in. She kept her finger in place though, tickling Emily’s prostate but then stopping before she could get too worked up. It wasn’t long until her wife was pressing herself back against her finger, fucking herself and trying to angle it so the finger touched that super sensitive area.

Despite Amelia’s recent carnal exploits in her bedroom, she could feel herself getting excited again. This wasn’t about her own pleasure though and she focused on Emily’s quivering body. She started tapping her finger against the prostate and Emily panted in response. Amelia could see her limbs twitching, even her caged princess parts seemed to jump around though they were prevented from doing anything else. Amelia wondered if Emily’s genitals were causing her pain, if they were it seemed to be entirely subsumed by the pleasure she was evidently experiencing.

“Ooh… Ah!” Emily was making the most adorable sounds as she seemed to be trying to stifle her exclamations.

“I want to hear you moan, baby.” Amelia said. She used her spare hand to hit Emily’s butt halfway between a pat and a spank.

“Ooh!” Emily immediately started, “Oh! Ha… Ugh! Ah!”

Amelia was grinning from ear to ear. She saw Emily’s hand reaching down towards her crotch. Amelia reached forwards and stopped her.

“No, no, no…” Amelia said in a sing-song voice, “No touchy-touchy down there.”

Emily whined but her hand moved away obediently. She started fondling her breasts instead and Amelia smiled, she would allow that. She continued to play with Emily’s butt. Occasionally she even removed her finger entirely causing Emily to moan and press back looking for that touch. Amelia decided to ramp things up a bit.

Amelia squeezed some more lube on a second finger. When she pressed forwards again, she inserted the same finger as before prompting Emily to sigh in relief. However, this time a second finger followed the first. Emily grunted at the unexpected intrusion until the finger slipped in and Emily moaned, half through pleasure and half from pain. Amelia bent both her fingers until she felt that walnut-sized protrusion and started rubbing again.

With two fingers stimulating the prostate Emily’s moans became even lewder. She put her head against the changing table as both her hands went to rub her ample breasts. Amelia didn’t let up this time. She stimulated Emily’s special button until she was sure Emily was going to orgasm.

“I… Need to cum!” Emily moaned loudly between panting breaths and uncontrollable moans.

“Call me Mommy.” Amelia said.

“W-What!?” Emily gasped.

“Call me Mommy and then you can cum.” Amelia said. Her voice was thick, she was turned on and needed Emily to embarrass herself one more time before she lost control.

Emily hesitated but as the rubbing on Emily’s g-spot continued she was soon driven to the edge. She couldn’t stop the orgasm that was roiling up within her. All she could do was choose whether she was going to be good and do as she was told or not. Amelia could see Emily working all this out. She pressed harder on the pleasure button.

“Mommy!” Emily squealed, “I’m going to cum Mommy! Mommy!”

Amelia grinned from ear to ear. A second later she felt Emily tense up and then after she let out a noise halfway between a moan and a scream. Amelia felt her wife’s hole close rhythmically as she came. A large load of sticky white excitement dribbled down into the soaked diaper still open beneath Emily.

The orgasm continued and Emily dripped more cum into the diaper before she finally started to slump. Amelia finally removed her fingers leaving a small trail of the slick lube trickling out of the hole. Before Emily collapsed completely Amelia moved the diaper out of the way. She started folding it up as Emily panted on the table.

“I bet that felt good.” Amelia said as she balled up the disposable.

Amelia wasn’t sure her wife was capable of speech. She let Emily stay in place and recover, it had been a little while since she had experienced an orgasm, Amelia wasn’t sure Emily had ever had the pleasure of a prostate climax before, it seemed like Emily’s mind had been blown. Whilst Emily recovered Amelia tidied up the nursery a little bit, once she was done, she turned back to the changing table to see Emily drooling on to the padded surface.

“Alright, baby, you can have a nap right after Mommy gets you diapered, OK?” Amelia said.

Emily let out a little groan. Now that Amelia had got her to say “Mommy” she wasn’t going to let that go any time soon. She managed to get Emily to roll over on to a fresh diaper that was soon taped up. Emily still seemed a little out of it as she compliantly went to the crib.

“Have a good rest. I’ll get you when dinner is ready.” Amelia said as she stroked Emily’s hair, “I love you, my good girl.”

“Love you too…” Emily quietly mumbled, “Mommy.”

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