Heather was so engrossed in her babyish antics that she failed to notice her mother walk over and pick her up, holding the young toddler close to her chest. "Mom?" Heather spoke using her new higher voice for the first time since her mysterious regression. "I never thought I'd get to see my precious baby girl again, and yet here you are. It's like a dream come true." This was not the reaction she had expected from her. "Hold on...you're happy I'm a baby again? You're not freaked out or concerned that I just became one?" Heather questioned in surprise. "Well a little bit...but I'm just glad I get to hold you in my arms like this and cradle that cute padded butt of yours."
Taking notice of the position she was in Heather saw that her mother's left hand was pressed against the seat of her diaper to support her weight while her right hand was on her back. Her arms and legs dangled freely and her head lay on her left breast where she could hear the soothing sounds of her gentle heartbeat. It was all so relaxing that she had to will herself to stay awake and not fall asleep.
Despite enjoying herself Heather couldn't help but question the unusual amount of affection she was recieving. "Mom, why are you loving me so much?" Her mother then answered with a smile, "Because sweetie you're my baby. To be more specific my first, the one who made me a mother to begin with. And while that doesn't mean that I love your sister or brother any less, it means that you'll forever hold a special place in mommy's heart. After you were born everything was a joy for me from feeding you to changing your diapers" her mom sighed in nostalgic remembrance. "How I longed to be able to do all that for you once more."
Hearing her mother say all that Heather decided to voice her own secret desires. "I want to be a baby and for you to take care of me" she admitted. "You do?" Heather nodded, "Yes, I want to sleep in a crib, drink from a bottle but most of all I want to use diapers again and have them changed" she confessed with all her heart, envisioning all those things happening. Her mother responded by hugging her tightly, "I can make all that happen honey. I just want you to do one thing for me." "What's that?" She grinned, "You have to start calling me mommy again." Heather grinned as she replied right back, "Yes mommy."
She then snuggled into her mother's embrace only to feel a familiar urge strike her that caused her mild alarm. "Mommy, I have to go potty." Her mom gently rubbed her back, "It's okay. Do you need to go peepee or poopoo?"