The Descent Chapter Eight (Patreon)

Karen had no idea how long she stood like that, but eventually a noise behind her caught her attention. She turned and saw Julie sitting on the bed in the exact same spot she’d been in when she’d first given Karen a spanking. “Come,” she ordered gently. Karen started to take a step toward her, but Julie froze her in place by raising a hand. “No, no, little one. Crawl,” she said simply, a superior smirk playing across her lips…

    Outraged, Karen sputtered, frozen in place—she was a grown woman, Julie had no right to put her in this position. She was about to argue this point when she caught sight of herself in the mirror once more, her beautiful blonde hair banded up in pig tails, her diapered hiney bulging, sticking out ridiculously behind her, her bib that proudly proclaimed her to be Mama’s Little Stinker… how could she ever argue in favor of her adulthood ever again? Julie would just laugh at me, she thought, choking back a sob. That’s the honest truth of it… she’d just laugh and belittle me. Karen found herself tearing up a bit even as her pussy moistened and dribbled into the diaper at the thought. I can’t submit to her like that… but what choice do I have?

    “I’m waiting, young lady,” Julie said coolly, crossing her arms and looking at Karen expectantly. A bolt of panic made her heart convulse… any further hesitation might result in a spanking!

    Slowly, hesitantly, Karen lowered herself to her hands and knees on the carpet, her cheeks burning as she did. Julie was giggling malevolently on the bed… Karen felt a swell of anger tempered with burning desire building inside her… she was absolutely powerless in this situation. The thought made her quiver.

    “Yes… that’s right,” Julie said as Karen started across the room towards her, “crawl to mommy—that’s it… that’s a good girl!” Karen’s ears burned, but Julie’s sweetly sarcastic cooing was drawing her in like a siren’s song. With her big diapered butt wriggling in the air behind her, accompanied by the omnipresent, plastic crinkle, she crawled toward Julie, feeling another piece of her adulthood slipping away.

    “That’s it baby… come sit by my feet,” she smirked, watching Karen settle her thickly pampered tushy on the floor. She looked up, pleading silently from behind her pacifier. Julie just laughed, and Karen could do nothing but blush and fume and look away—she was well aware of how silly shelooked. Julie reached out, tilting Karen’s chin back with a finger and forcing her to look into her eyes.

    “Isn’t this wonderful, babykins?” she asked softly, bending down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Isn’t this the way it’s meant to be? You, at my feet—helpless and diapered? You’re barely in control of yourself, after all… can you really deny that you haven’t benefited from having me around these last few months? You’re too irresponsible to even keep your panties clean!” She laughed, making Karen fume. “It’s been fun babysitting you, Karen, but now it’s time for you to make a decision—if I’m going to be moving in, you’re going to have to make promises.”

    “M-m-moving in?” Karen asked quietly, hope and fear rising inside her.

    “Of course! I can’t allow an irresponsible sprat like you to run around on her own, can I? After what happened tonight? I don’t think so, young lady!” She sat back, smiling arrogantly. “You know you need someone to watch out for you—to monitor your toilet habits, change your diapers… not to mention spank your little bottom when you step out of line.” She gave Karen a significant look—“’Yes Mommy’?” she prompted, smirking.

   Karen paused, going redder by the moment. She knew what was expected of her, but it took her a long moment to muster up the will to force herself to say it: “…Yes Mommy,” she said quietly, nearly bursting into tears when Julie chuckled in response.

    “Very good! Don’t worry darling… soon it will be like second nature to you. Come along,” she said, rising quickly and striding from the room, “crawl behind mommy.” Karen took a deep, angry breath through her nose, but she reluctantly followed, realizing that she didn’t really have much choice. She crept out of the room and into the hall slowly, blushing, acutely aware of how ridiculous she looked—especially with her hugely swollen diaper-butt wiggling in the air behind her. She watched Julie strutting down the hall in front of her, confident in her high heels and stockings, looking so mature and sophisticated in her skirt and sexy low cut top… she looked every inch the adult… while Karen had suffered repeated humiliations at her hands, had had her adulthood slowly stripped from her, and was now reduced to crawling on hand and knees, thoroughly infantilized, the hardened businesswoman replaced with a ridiculous Adult Baby.

    Karen looked at her and felt freezing hatred meeting fiery desire.

    If Julie wanted her humiliated, well, she wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction! Karen resolved to maintain dignity in spite of her humiliating predicament. She was a grown woman with rights, and Julie couldn’t get away with this continuing violation of her womanhood—her very identity!  

    Julie, for her part, barely seemed to notice Karen and her internal struggle… her adorable upturned nose stuck up in the air, she strutted across the apartment like she already owned the place and perched daintily on the couch. She fixed Karen with an amused look and coxed her along: “Come along, Babykins, that’s it. Park your little diapered caboose down right here,” she grinned, amused.

    Karen slowly crawled into position, settling back on her thickly swaddled rump and scowled up at her from behind her pacifier. Julie broke out into giggles at the sight, and Karen felt herself redden in spite of her best efforts. “Oh, is she pouty?” Julie teased, giggling at Karen’s adorable little scowl. “What's the matter? Huh? Are you mad at mommy? Does mommy have to tickle you to see your little smile again?”

    She demonstrated, reaching down and digging her nails into Karen’s bare ribs. She squealed in response and made a futile effort to scoot away. But her massive diapered butt got in the way and she instead flopped on her side exposing her vulnerable underarms to Julie’s torturous probing. Karen brayed with laughter once more,  and her helpless was firmly underscored when she felt a long, uncontrollable squirt of pee jet from her bladder into her diaper.

    Karen emitted a piteous wail, accompanied by helpless peals of laughter, her frustration and rage driving her to the point of tears as she realized that her dignity, her very adulthood had been snatched from her, that Julie was now in control of her life. The thought both terrorized and exhilarated her.

    At last, when her energy had been completely drained, when she lay helpless and panting, her face soaked with sweat and tears,  Julie pounced on her, pinning her to the floor and laying on top of her, their bodies pressed together. She held Karen in place, grinning hungrily, savoring the way her bosom heaved beneath her, pressing rhythmically against her own. “Awww... cheer up, honey bunny,” she cooed  sweetly into her ear. “We're going to have lots of fun.”

    Julie rapidly closed the gap between them to plant a rough kiss on Karen’s mouth. Julie sealed her lips over Karen’s and pushed her tongue between them, probing, exploring. Taken slightly off guard, Karen could merely wriggle and groan in response, making a half-hearted effort to escape before giving in to the passion that had been building into an inferno inside her. Julie pulled away with a noisy smack, grinning down at the Dazed and confused Karen, and she could feel it… her surrender was complete.