A Mother's Love- Continuation (Private for Dipee Girl and thelonegrunt)

Not being able to help a giggle at her child's newfound baby cuteness, Mary leaned her head down between the girl's outstretched arms and gave her another kiss on the nose. "You're welcome baby girl..." She cooed back, nuzzling affectionately up against Sam and giving her diaper a playful pat. "Mommy loves her wittle baby! Yes she does!" She continued to coo warmly; content to just sit here and love on her child all night.

Little Sammy squealed at her mother's soothing and playful words. After she was pecked on the nose, Sam smiled warmly and returned the favor, kissing her on the cheek. A bit of slobber came from her lips, leaving a bit of it on Mary's cheek.

The returned kiss making the older brunette even more playful, a foxy, devious smile came to her mouth as she wiped of the stray spittle on her cheek. "Hm? It looks like its time for a visit from...The tickle monster!!!" She cooed before unleashing a barrage of tickles on Sam's tummy, pulling up her baby tee a little as well to get better access to her daughter's ticklish skin.

Samantha was soon sent into a frenzy of childish giggles, flailing her legs while her mother was tickling her exposed tummy. Her skin was extremely sensitive, not only to pain but also to the extreme pleasure of someone wiggling their fingers on her soft body.

The ice pack now on the coffee table in front of them, Mary was able to utilize both of her hands to tickle her adorable baby girl, even blowing a raspberry on her tummy every now and then. All the while she was cooing to Sam what a perfect little baby she was, and how much she loved her.

It took a minute for all of this to finally settle down. Once Sam was finished being tickled by her mother, she eased herself back into her embrace. With her diaper rubbing against her mother's stomach, however, the girl quickly curled into a ball and gained goosebumps throughout her body. Something seemed different after she was tickled, especially with how it felt to her down below.

Once the tickling was done, Mary went back to snuggling The diapered girl in her arms. It was when she noticed Sam curling up in her embrace when she knew what had happened. Even so, she decided to ask the diapered girl in question. "Baby girl? Is something wrong?"

Sam, instead of directly answering the woman, starting to wiggle and uncomfortably shift in her mother's lap, most notably from her legs. As she did so, she blushed and crossed her arms between her diaper, which looked slightly different in appearance than earlier on.

Mary smiled, as this adorable behavior only confirmed her suspicious. "Aww, did someone make a wetsie in her diapee?" The busty woman cooed lovingly, cuddling the padded girl in her lap and lightly patting the soaked crotch of the garmet.

As Mary's hand pressed down onto the padding, a loud squish could be heard, causing Sam to slightly arch back and let out a little squeak. "Y-yeah... I fink so..." Sam admitted. It had been hours since her last diaper change, and it took her mother's grazing fingers to allow her bladder to empty itself out. Fortunately, her cloth diaper was very absorbent and held every last drop of urine which accumulated over the afternoon.

The motherly woman only giggled and gave the girl another cuddle. "Well then, how about we head back upstairs and get you into a nice, dry didee, Hm?" She cooed, cradling her daughter comfortably in her arms and standing up. "Maybe you can play with your toys until dinner time after we get you cleaned up?" She suggested, walking up to the nursery.

"Ooh~ Otay!" Sam cooed, nodding to agree and bundling up against her mother. She was quite curious as to what sorts of toys would be at her disposal. In fact, she was now very excited to see what they were, and was starting to quickly forget that her soaking wet diaper needed to be changed.

Continuing to cuddle and coo at her babyfied daughter, the motherly woman didn't realize the problem until she walked into the nursery, and groaned under her breath. Everything in Sam's old nursery was still toddler-sized! The girl herself only barely fit on the changing table, and she could tell it wasn't exactly comfortable for her!
So far, the only point of the actual nursery up until now was just to hold all of Samanta's diapers and toys. Now that Sam was a full-time baby again, she's need a real nursery.

Thinking about possible solutions to this problem in her head, Mary laid her child down on the changing table and resumed loving on her. "Is my pwecious wittle baby girl weady for a new diapee?" She cooed in baby-talk to the wet girl.

Upon being placed on the changing table, it was easily apparent that Sam could no longer fit onto the table, seeing as both of her legs jutted off of the surface. Although it was uncomfortable, she did not immediately recognize it due to her mother's affectionate baby talk and the toys sitting across the other side of the room which completely captivated her attention.

"Uh-huh!" She quickly nodded, before looking over to the crate of toys which once served as a hindrance when she thought normally. Letting out babyish grunts, she tried to stretch out her arms toward the area of the toys, as if her arms were made of elastic which could grab them and allow her to play during the change.

As she began to unpin the soaked cloth diaper, Mary noticed that Sam was trying to reach for one of her toys to no avail. Not wanting her to fall off the changing table and sustain another injury, the loving brunette reached over and got a cute, pink baby rattle from the box of toys and handed it to her child with warm smile. Then, she proceeded to open up the yellowed diaper and clean her baby up.

As she lay bare-bottomed on the table, she eagerly grabbed the pink rattle with her hand. As she held onto it and shook it a bit, she could easily hear the rattling noise of the little beads inside the orb. Cooing and happily gurgling, she jiggled the rattle around with one hand and giggled, fascinated by the simple toy.

As Sam adorably played with the toy, the older brunette was busy wiping up her bottom and removing the soaked diaper out from under her. Pulling out a puffy new disposable, the cute girl's diaper area was soon white with baby powder, and the thick bulk of a fresh diaper was soon snugly taped up between Samantha's legs.

As soon as the tapes were snapped into place of the new diaper, Sammy looked down and noticed the new layer of padding which covered up her lower body. To celebrate, she cheered happily and clapped her hand on the end of the rattle. "Yay! No icky! I dun wike icky." Sam said, lifting her arms back up to her mother as she began wrapping up the process of changing her. She felt better physically, but now it was a matter of being scooped back up by her mother and tenderly cradled like the little baby she was.

Mary happily obliged this, lifting the freshly diapered girl back into her arms and comfortably cradling her in her embrace. "Such a beautiful little baby..." She cooed lovingly, gently stroking her long, brown hair. "Mommy will always love you little one...You'll always be my baby girl..."

Sam simply smiled at the undying affection radiating simply from her mother's soft spoken words. "Wove oo too, mommy~" The girl replied, bundling up and nuzzling against her mother's chest and sharing another precious moment with the woman. It would be such an emotional sight for any parent to see such a perfect bond that these two shared right now.

Margaret was planning on putting the thickly padded girl down so she could play with her toys, but after such an adorable act of affection from Samantha, the motherly woman just couldn't bear to put her down. Instead, she sat down on the carpet and just took the moment to have another cuddle-fest with her daughter.

The girl warmly accepted this, cooing very loudly right back to the woman and relaxing herself completely. As she moved her hand a bit, Sam noticed the pink rattle was still grasped tightly into it. Having almost completely forgotten about it, she started to lightly shake it again. "Mommy, mommy! Wook!" She exclaimed, almost as if she had discovered something mysterious with the pink, plastic toy.

The boxom brunette smiled as Sam played in her lap, who amazed and entertained by the baby rattle. "That's really neat baby! How about you show mommy some of your other toys?" She cooed, pulling the toy chest towards them of Samantha's other old baby toys.

As Sam was placed onto her mother's lap, she tried to inch closer to the now opened box in front of them. She could see an assortment of colorful trinkets, almost all of which made of plastic. Some of these items were larger, more childish versions of every day items that adults would use, including a bright yellow telephone with large numbers and juvenile prints on it. Currently, that was what Sam wanted, and she made it very clear by her willingness to inch over to it.

Her daughter's not-so-subtle desire for the baby telephone caught Mary's attention, and with a giggle, she got the toy for her. "Do you want the phone sweetie? Does my wittle baby girl wanna call someone?" The woman cooed playfully, handing the infantile girl the phone.