Monster Girl Mommy and Baby!?

“Ngghhh.”

A soft groan pushes out into the night air as Granberia’s eyes flutter. She can’t exactly tell what time it is, but given how dark the room is she can tell it’s not morning. No, it’s not the light of the dawning sun that awakened the female dragonkin but rather the squishiness in her pants.

“Of course.” she sighed, flipping onto her side to give much-needed room to the compressed mess in her padding. The weight of her diaper drooped down with its newfound free space. Ever since she’d gotten trapped in the cursed pink and white magical girl outfit, the diapers had been a constant need, one she'd hated at first. As one of the Four Heavenly Knights she should have been clad in armor and ready to fulfill her duty, but the short-skirted sissy outfit wouldn’t let her go and the diapers were a part of that package.

She couldn’t even remove them or change them herself, forcing her to rely on the whims of another’s help. Being unable to remove them unless used and without somebody else’s help, she’d slowly become dependent on the padding, just letting go whenever she felt the urge. Having continued long enough, this issue had entered the unconscious world of her dreams, her control having dwindled to the point where she regularly woke up with a full diaper.

Granberia rolled over again, trying to find a comfortable position while she waited for help to arrive, the nightly visitor who would prepare her for the second half of her evening. Like clockwork, the candles of the room flickered to life and the tired yet sweet voice of her caretaker penetrated the room.

Through the bars of her crib Granberia watched Alma Elma stride into the nursery, wearing a robe that did very little to hide her curvaceous body—an obvious result given how loosely tied it was.

“Oh my,” the succubus queen remarked, rubbing one of her eyes, “I can smell you all the way over here. Is it that time of the night already~?”

Alma knew Gran hated to be teased because she put her pride above all else, so she made sure to include it heavily in each night’s ritualistic change. She was the only person who could ever get away with it.

The dragonkin groaned, ignoring the comment and sitting up in her crib. “Can we just get this over with?” she asked, wishing she was already back asleep.

Alma giggled, poking her little in the stomach. “Now why would we rush?” she asked, “This part is so much fun, especially with how red your cheeks get. What’s wrong Gran? Are your nappies full? Do you need Mommy Alma to give you a change?”

Granberia’s cheeks did in fact glow a soft red at this, averting her gaze away from the succubus. “...Yes.” she said quietly.

This wasn’t enough for Alma: she wanted more of a response out of her charge and made sure to let her know. All it took was a few tickling pinches and two words to get the message across. “Yes what?” she asked.

“Yes… Mommy Alma.” Granberia replied reluctantly.

With a smile and a nod Alma Elma lowered the bars of the crib, pulling the diapered dragonkin up into her arms. Granberia didn’t resist, having accepted by now that it was easier not to, instead nestling into the succubus’s chest while she was carried to the nearby changing table. Alma's arm pushed up against the padding, squishing its contents unpleasantly against Gran’s bottom.

Once Granberia was actually on the changing table Alma worked quickly and efficiently, tearing away the nappy with practiced hands. That said, she didn’t miss any opportunity to tease her charge by tickling her hips or belly.

“Ooh whew, made quite a mess of yourself didn’t you?” she exclaimed playfully, tossing the destroyed padding into a diaper pail next to her. The dragonkin didn't respond, blushing again and casting her eyes away from Alma's teasing grin, crossing her arms in a semi-pout. She couldn’t help it that her kind had a larger appetite than most others, and all that food had to go somewhere. The succubus was unbothered, lifting Gran's legs and sliding a new diaper underneath her with her amazing finesse before the lotion was worked into her scaly skin. After that came the liberally peppered layer of powder before Alma pulled up the front of the padding and sealed Gran inside a fresh nappy, resetting the cursed outfit.

The change itself wasn’t actually a necessary step–all Alma had to do was remove the nappy. If Granberia tried to walk more than 3 steps without one, the curse of her dress would materialize a new one around her waist. The good things about Alma’s changes was: one, Granberia got the luxury of the lotion and powder, something her curse didn’t see fit to provide, and two, the intimacy of the act was only matched by what came next and both women loved that.

After the midnight change Alma picked up Granberia but instead of carrying her back to the crib she moved towards a rocking chair on the other side of the room. With a sigh, she dropped into it and gently set Gran down in her lap.

With all the excitement of a change the dragonkin’s mind was starting to wake up but Alma had the perfect trick to settle her back down. After a few gentle rocks the succubus tugged on one side of her robe, causing one breast to bounce free.

The perky nipple glistened, gently weeping warm breast milk that made Gran’s mouth water a little. She locked eyes with Alma, moving her mouth closer to the nipple.

“I hate how much I love this,” she said, latching on.

Her lips encircled Alma’s nipple, causing the succubus to gasp. Gran hollowed her cheeks, drawing in the warm liquid from her partner's breast and savoring its flavor in her mouth before swallowing it. The warmth of the liquid traveled down through her body all the way to her stomach where the affection and emotion of the exchange radiated through her body.

With each swallow of milk, Granberia felt her eyes grow heavier and her thoughts grow slower. She would have had to struggle to stay awake, and to her that effort wasn’t worth it. Here in Alma’s arms she was safe and after the feeding was done she’d be placed back into her crib. With all that in mind, the dragonkin drifted back to sleep, releasing herself to Alma's care while suckling contentedly.