Chapter 31 — Mommy’s Baby

The morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the crib where Elara stirred awake. She blinked groggily, realizing she was nestled in Quinn’s lap, her head resting against her chest. A bottle pressed gently to her lips, and the sweet, creamy taste trickled into her mouth as she instinctively sucked. Confusion flickered through her mind—she hadn’t expected this kind of switch when Quinn took charge—but in her sleep-fogged state, she couldn’t muster the energy to resist. Honestly, she didn’t want to.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Quinn murmured above her as her fingers combed through Elara’s tangled hair. “Figured I’d treat ya for once.”

Elara’s cheeks warmed slightly, but she didn’t pull away, letting the steady rhythm of sipping from the bottle ground her. The warmth of Quinn’s embrace wrapped around her like a blanket, her other hand resting lightly on her bare shoulder. It was… nice. Unexpected as hell, but relaxing in a way she hadn’t anticipated after last night’s intensity.

“Didn’t think you had this in ya,” Elara mumbled around the nipple of the bottle, her words slurred and soft as she shifted a bit in her lap. “Thought you’d be more… I dunno, demanding.”

Quinn chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair from Elara’s face. “Oh, don’t get me wrong—I can be plenty demanding. But after making such a mess of ya yesterday, I thought I’d start the day sweet.”

Elara rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Quinn’s fingers kept threading through her hair, sending little tingles down her spine.

“Ya know,” Quinn added after a beat, tilting the bottle slightly to keep the flow steady, “you look damn cute sucking on that.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Elara shot back weakly, though there was no real bite to her tone. Her eyelids felt heavy again.

Elara’s eyes drifted shut as she surrendered to the soothing warmth of the formula, the steady flow filling her with a quiet calm. Time blurred as she drank, lost in the gentle rhythm and the comforting weight of Quinn’s lap. She barely registered Quinn shifting beneath her until the nipple of the bottle was pulled away. A brief moment of emptiness passed before it was replaced—but something felt different, softer, warmer.

Her eyes fluttered open in confusion, blinking up to see Quinn’s bare breast right before her, the rosy nipple brushing against her lips. The sight sent a jolt through her still-sleepy haze.

“I can’t feed you like that bottle,” Quinn said, voice low and firm as her hand guided Elara’s head closer. “But I want you to nurse. Go on.”

Elara’s face burned hot, a deep blush creeping up her neck, but she didn’t pull back. Hesitating only a second, she parted her lips and took the offered nipple into her mouth, latching on with a tentative suck. The skin was warm and smooth against her tongue, a stark contrast to the plastic bottle, and she felt Quinn’s breath hitch slightly above her.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” Quinn murmured, fingers tightening in Elara’s hair as she cradled her closer.

Elara’s embarrassment ebbed, replaced by a strange mix of vulnerability and heat as she sucked harder, letting instinct take over. The taste of skin mingled with the lingering sweetness of formula on her lips, and she pressed herself tighter into the embrace, one hand resting against Quinn’s side for balance.

“Goddamn, you’re a natural at this,” Quinn teased, her free hand sliding down to rub slow circles over Elara’s bare shoulder.

Elara let out a muffled hum against her breast.

Quinn let out a soft moan, her breath hitching as the wet heat of Elara’s mouth worked over her. “Fuck, that’s good,” she whispered, her hand guiding Elara’s head with a gentle but firm pull. “Time to switch, babe. Don’t wanna leave the other one neglected.” She eased her back just enough to shift positions, presenting her other breast. The nipple was already hard, brushing against Elara’s lips as she nudged her forward.

Elara hesitated for a split second, still flushed from the intimacy, but latched on without protest, sucking with a bit more confidence now. The new angle made Quinn shudder, her fingers digging into Elara’s hair as she arched slightly into the sensation. “Yeah, just like that,” she groaned, voice thick with heat. “Keep sucking—feels amazing.”

They stayed like that for a while, the quiet of the dorm broken only by soft gasps and the faint crinkle of their diapers with every small shift in the crib.

After a few minutes, Quinn let out a breathy chuckle, pulling Elara off gently by the nape of her neck. “Alright, enough of that for now,” she said, smirking down at her flushed face. Before Elara could react, Quinn shifted again, hoisting her up with surprising ease until she was draped over her shoulder like an infant.

“What the hell—” Elara started, but Quinn cut her off with a playful pat to her padded backside.

“Shh, gotta burp ya,” she teased, rubbing firm circles between Elara’s shoulder blades as she held her close. “Can’t have my baby girl getting fussy on me now, can I?” Her tone dripped with mock sweetness.

Elara squirmed for a moment, embarrassment flaring hot again, but the steady pressure of Quinn’s hand and the warmth of being pressed so close dulled any real protest. A small hiccup escaped after a few pats, making Quinn laugh outright.

“There we go,” she cooed, giving one last firm tap before sliding Elara back down into her lap. “All better now. You’re blushin’ so damn hard right now.”

“Shut up,” Elara muttered, burying her face against Quinn’s shoulder to hide the heat in her cheeks. Her body still buzzed from the closeness, though, and she didn’t pull away from the embrace.

Quinn’s hands slid over the crinkly surface of Elara’s diaper, pressing lightly to check the padding. “Only a bit wet,” she commented with a smirk, fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary. “Let’s hold off on changing until…” Her voice trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging as her grin widened.

Elara’s brow furrowed, a mix of suspicion and irritation flickering across her face. “Until what?” she asked sharply, sitting up straighter in the crib as she eyed her.

“Nothing,” Quinn replied with a sly little shrug, that damn grin still plastered on her face. She climbed out of the crib, turning back to offer a hand. “C’mon now, up ya get.”

Elara didn’t like the sound of that vague dodge one bit, but there wasn’t much she could do about it right now. She took the offered hand grudgingly, letting herself be pulled out of the crib to stand on shaky legs. Quinn moved quickly, grabbing Elara’s school uniform from the nearby chair and started dressing her like it was no big deal. Her hands worked efficiently, buttoning up the shirt and smoothing down the skirt over the bulky diaper beneath, making sure every inch was in place.

“Gonna make sure you look all proper,” Quinn muttered under her breath, though her eyes glinted with mischief. She reached for a pacifier clip, fastening it to Elara’s collar with a small click before stepping back to admire her work. Already dressed in her own uniform, she looked ready to go.

Elara glanced down at the pacifier dangling from her collar, lips pressing into a thin line. “Really?” she grumbled, but Quinn just chuckled.

“Come on,” she said instead of answering, grabbing Elara’s wrist with a light tug. “Let’s go catch breakfast. Gotta get some food in ya before the day really starts.”

“Still wanna know what you meant by ‘until,’” Elara muttered as they headed for the door, adjusting to the faint squish of her diaper under the skirt.

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” Quinn shot back over her shoulder, that sly edge creeping into her tone again. “Just behave for me ‘til then, yeah?” Her free hand patted Elara’s padded backside, earning herself a glare—but she only laughed as they stepped into the hallway.

They stepped into the bustling dining hall, the clatter of plates and chatter filling the air as they wove through the crowd to their usual spot. A student server swung by almost immediately, setting down trays of finger foods—small sandwiches, fruit slices, and pastries—along with a pair of bottles filled with what looked like juice. Elara reached for a sandwich, but before her fingers could graze it, Quinn swatted her hand away with a playful smirk.

“Nah-uh, I got this,” she said, scooting her chair closer until their knees bumped under the table. She picked up a small piece of fruit and held it up to Elara’s lips. “Open up.”

Elara’s face heated up instantly, her eyes darting around to see a few nearby students snickering behind their hands or whispering to each other as they watched the scene unfold. “I can feed myself,” she muttered under her breath, trying to keep her voice low.

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” Quinn shot back, pushing the fruit closer until it brushed her mouth. “C’mon now, don’t make me beg ya in front of everyone.”

Gritting her teeth, Elara parted her lips just enough for Quinn to slip the piece in, the sweet juice bursting on her tongue as she chewed quickly. Quinn didn’t let up, grabbing a tiny sandwich next and holding it out with that same smug look.

“Good girl,” she teased, loud enough for a couple of nearby girls to giggle into their drinks. “See? Ain’t so bad lettin’ me take care of ya.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Elara hissed after swallowing. The attention from the other students made her skin prickle—some looked amused, others curious, and one guy even raised an eyebrow.

“Damn right I am,” Quinn replied without missing a beat, picking up one of the bottles now. “Gotcha all flustered right where everyone can see. Now drink—don’t wanna hear any fussing.” She tipped the bottle toward Elara’s mouth, not even pretending to give her a choice.

Elara sighed but tilted her head back slightly, letting the cool juice flow past her lips as Quinn held it steady. A trickle escaped the corner of her mouth, and before she could wipe it away, Quinn leaned in close, dabbing at it with a napkin while whispering, “Messy little thing. Bet that diaper’s gonna be messier soon if I keep this up.”

“Shut up,” Elara snapped quietly, though the heat in her cheeks only deepened at the comment. The other students’ muffled laughter rang in her ears as Quinn pulled back with a wicked grin, clearly loving every second of drawing this out.

“Finish your food first,” Quinn said, popping another bite into her own mouth casually before grabbing more for Elara. Her hand dropped under the table briefly, giving the edge of Elara’s skirt a quick tug—just enough to remind her of what was underneath—as she kept feeding her like nothing was happening.

Elara sat there, trying to focus on the next bite Quinn dangled in front of her, when a sudden churn twisted low in her belly. At first, she brushed it off as nothing—just a passing discomfort from breakfast or maybe nerves from being on display like this. But then another cramp hit, sharper this time, clenching her insides with an urgent pressure she couldn’t ignore. Her eyes snapped to Quinn, narrowing into a glare. “Was this what you meant?” she hissed under her breath, barely audible over the dining hall’s chatter.

Quinn’s face was the picture of innocence, wide-eyed and almost angelic as she tilted her head. “Meant by what, babe? Something wrong?” Her voice dripped with mock concern, but the faint twitch at the corner of her lips betrayed her. She knew exactly what was happening.

Before Elara could snap back, another cramp ripped through her, this one stronger, making her grip the edge of the table as a hot flush crept up her neck. Her stomach gurgled audibly, and she shifted in her seat, desperate to hold on—but it was no use. The pressure built to a breaking point, and with a mortifying loss of control, she felt her body give way. A warm, heavy rush flooded into her diaper, soft and thick as it spread beneath her, filling the padding with a wet weight that squished against her skin with every tiny movement. The sensation was overwhelming—sticky heat blooming across her backside, seeping into every crease of the diaper’s inner lining, trapping her in a humiliating mess she couldn’t escape. Each wave of release came with a faint, muffled sound, barely noticeable over the dining hall noise but deafening to her own ears, and the crinkly material strained slightly under the added bulk, pressing back against her thighs.

Her face burned crimson as she froze in place, not daring to shift too much lest it make things worse—or more obvious. The warmth kept spreading for a few agonizing seconds longer before finally easing off, leaving her sitting in a sodden, heavy mess that clung uncomfortably to her skin. The faint scent lingered just under her nose despite the diaper’s design to contain it, and her heart pounded with dread that someone nearby might notice.

“You okay over there?” Quinn asked, voice still laced with that infuriating faux innocence as she leaned in close under the pretense of offering another bite of food. “Looking a little tense all of a sudden.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Elara growled through gritted teeth, keeping her volume low but unable to hide the strain in her tone. Her hands clenched into fists on her lap as another small after-cramp twitched through her gut, though thankfully without adding more to her predicament.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Quinn whispered back, her hand slipping under the table to rest casually on Elara’s thigh—just high enough to brush near where the diaper bulged awkwardly now. “Told ya I’d wait ‘til something happened before changin’ ya. Guess we’re there now, huh? Bet that feels real nice and full down there.”

“Fuck off,” Elara snapped quietly, shifting just enough to feel how much worse moving made it—the mess squelching faintly inside the padding with even that tiny adjustment. Every nerve screamed at her to get up and bolt for privacy, but she knew standing would only draw more eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Quinn purred, picking up the bottle again like nothing was amiss and holding it to her lips. “Finish your drink like a good girl.” Her smirk finally broke through fully now as her fingers squeezed lightly against her thigh.

Breakfast dragged on for what felt like an eternity, but finally, the trays were cleared, and Quinn tugged Elara up from her seat with a firm grip on her wrist. “C’mon, let’s get you sorted,” she said under her breath, her tone still teasing as they navigated through the dining hall. As they passed Daddy in the corridor, he flashed them a knowing smile, but Quinn didn’t slow down to chat, just giving a quick nod before pulling Elara along toward their dorm.

The door clicked shut behind them, and Quinn wasted no time. “Up you go,” she said, steering her straight to the changing table. She patted the padded surface with a grin. “Lie down for me. Gotta take care of that mess you made.”

Elara climbed up reluctantly, the heavy, sodden weight of her diaper shifting uncomfortably as she settled onto her back. She grimaced as she felt it press against her skin. Quinn hovered over her immediately, popping open the tabs of the diaper with practiced ease as she pulled back Elara’s skirt, the crinkly sound filling the quiet room.

“Damn, look at what a big mess you made,” she cooed, peeling back the front of the diaper to reveal the mess inside. The warm air hit Elara’s exposed skin, a stark contrast to the clinging dampness she’d been sitting in. “Such a good girl, making poopies in your diaper. I’m so proud of you, baby girl.”

Elara’s face burned at the words, her hands twitching to cover herself, but she stayed put under that intense gaze. “You’re ridiculous,” she mumbled.

“Nah, I’m just giving credit where it’s due,” Quinn shot back, grabbing a pack of wipes and starting to clean her up. Her movements were slow, dragging each cool wipe across Elara’s sensitive skin, making sure to get every inch while keeping eye contact. “This deserves a little treat, don’t you think?”

Before Elara could respond, Quinn’s fingers dipped lower after setting aside a used wipe. She brushed lightly over her slickened core, already glistening from lingering arousal and the vulnerability of being laid out like this. A jolt shot through her body at the touch, hips twitching up instinctively.

“Fuck—warn a girl,” she gasped out, gripping the edges of the table.

“Why? You’re already so damn wet down here,” Quinn teased, circling slowly and teasing over her clit before sliding two fingers along her folds. “Bet sitting in that messy diaper got you all worked up anyway.” Her touch grew firmer, slipping just inside, pumping shallowly while watching every reaction play across her face.

“Shit… keep going,” Elara breathed out despite herself, thighs trembling as heat coiled tight in her belly under those skilled fingers.

“Oh, I plan to,” Quinn murmured low, leaning closer until her breath ghosted over bare skin. “Such a good girl deserves to feel real nice after filling that diaper up for mommy.” She added pressure now, thumbing over her clit in steady circles while curling her fingers deeper inside.

Elara bit her lip hard to muffle a moan. Her back arched off the changing table, her breath hitching as the tight coil of heat in her belly snapped. Her body shuddered hard, a sharp cry escaping her lips as waves of pleasure crashed through her, pulsing around Quinn’s fingers still buried deep inside. Her thighs clamped down instinctively, trembling with the intensity as slick warmth coated Quinn’s hand.

Right at that peak, Quinn leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. ”Such a good girl for Mommy,” she said as she broke off the kiss with a grin.