Trisha/Mommy:

The next morning, I woke up with an unusually heavily wet diaper. All that beer really did the trick. I stretched and went to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee for myself. Next, I set three large bottles out for the babies. I warmed the formula in a pot on the stove before filling the three two-liter bottles. Nipples were screwed on and the bottles left to cool while I went to check on Zoey.

Baby Zoey was still asleep when I entered the room. I gently worked the crib top down and woke my precious baby with a smile. Zoey smiled at me. I picked up her empty bottle and squeezed the baby's crotch. She was a soaked baby!

“Who's wetter, Baby?” I asked as I tickled Zoey.

“You awr, Mommy!” said Zoey, “You awh bigga van me!”

“Does Zoey want to help me wake her sisters and get them ready for today?” I asked.

“Yeth, Mommy!” said Zoey.

“OK, let's get you ready first then,” I said as I pulled Zoey up to stand in her crib.

Baby Zoey's mitts were unlocked and placed in a drawer. The pajamas were unlocked and removed. Then Zoey was placed on her changing table in the bathroom to get a fresh diaper and cover. Today we would need to do the laundry.

I placed Zoey in a clean diaper with a yellow locking cover. Then I dressed her in a cute blue gingham dress that didn't cover her diaper. Next, I slipped a matching set of frilly rhumba panties over the diaper cover and put her in shiny black shoes with white ankle socks. I brushed Zoey's hair out and tied it in two pigtails.

When I was done, I put Zoey on the ground. “OK, time for Mommy to get cleaned up.”

Zoey followed me into the master bedroom across the hall. I placed a changing mat on the bed and sat on it before untaping my diaper. Zoey handed me the wipes. I cleaned myself and tossed the diaper aside for the moment.

“Time for Baby Zoey to show Mommy how much she loves being babied and kept in diapers,” I said, as I spread my legs at the edge of the bed.

Zoey knelt there in front of my shaved crotch with a smile on her face, “Yeth, Mommy!”

I leaned back as Zoey pleasured me with her tongue and lips. Zoey would grunt and slow down sometimes. Sometimes, I would have to nuzzle her head deeper with encouragement. I came twice from Zoey's gentle tongue.

“Very good, Baby,” I said, “Now, Mommy needs to get ready. Wait here and play with your blocks.”

I dressed in my usual mommy attire, a blouse and jeans. I fixed my hair and slipped on a pair of shoes. Zoey took my hand and we walked down the hall to wake the twins. It was time to get them dressed and fed breakfast.