The Diaper Thief Chapter Six (Patreon)

“Oh, Mommy! NO!” Kelly squealed as Althea’s firm, broad palm descended again and again against the back of her messy diaper, and although the spanks were medium hard and not exactly painful, it was mushing the mess in her pampers further and further into her vulnerable tushy, smearing each cheek and wedging the mess up her butt-crack in the process.

     Althea simply ignored her pleas, swatting her bottom and mashing the mess around inside her diaper with her usual self-satisfied grin. The spanking was delivered at slow speed in flurries of three to five swats at a time, with lots of patting and rubbing in between to really spread the mess around. It was a spanking calculated to humble rather than cause pain… and judging by the volume of Kelly’s crying, it seemed to be working.

     “Whhhaaaaaa! WWWWAAAAHHHAAAHHHAAA! Please stop, Mommy… I’m sorry!” she howled, kicking her feet behind her. Kelly’s maturity had vanished entirely, the young woman on the verge of adulthood reduced to an overgrown toddler squalling her way through a poopy diaper spanking.

     “Naughty girl! Just wandering into my house like that!” Althea said, emphasizign her poing with a swat!

     “OW! But the door was open!” Kelly bawled melodramatically, kicking her feet in the air behind her, Althea’s hand clapping against the seat of her poopy diaper once more.

     “And then spying on Mommy and her friend! Where do you get the nerve you little brat?!” Althea said, nearly bursting out laughing at Kelly’s exaggerated crying as she brought her hand down again on her messy bottom, then patted and rubbed it firmly.

     “BBWWWWAAAA! I’m sowrry, Mommy! PWEESE don’t spank me anymore!” Kelly whined and pleaded and begged as another spank flattened the mess against her tushy. Her stomach rolled as she felt the mess squished further and further across her backside. As she squirmed and wriggled across Mommy’s broad, warm lap, she felt a familiar, funny feeling in her tummy…

     She realized what was about to happen, but it was far too late to stop it. As Mommy delivered another series of spanks, Kelly tried to muster enough energy to clamp her butthole shut-- but her efforts were woefully inadequate, and as a particularly noisy swat popped against the bulging seat of her poopy diapers, Kelly felt her control loosen. A major, mushy surge erupted out of her with a gassy, rumbling squish, the seat of her pampers bulging out visibly as she deposited further mess into her already thoroughly soiled pampers.  

     “Oh my!” Althea said with great amusement, swatting Kelly’s bottom even as she continued to fart and fill her diapers. “You are a messy little girl! I’m sure if you’re mother could see you right now, she’d just tell me to spank you harder!”

     “NOOO!” Kelly bawled, kicking her feet in the air behind her. She was sure that Althea was right, and the shame of it caused her to uncontrollably mess her diaper one last time, the seat bulging visibly with an explosive, noisy splattering fart. “BBBWWWWAAAA! WWWHHAAAHHAAAHHAAA!” She bawled, taking her mild spanking with anything but a stiff upper lip.

     The spanking continued for a few more minutes, and by the time Althea had finished, the cheeks of Kelly’s buns were smeared thoroughly, and the mess with wedged thickly up her butt-crack. At last, the spanking had ended, and Kelly found herself laying across her lap, sobbing, heart pounding in her chest as Mommy patted and rubbed the seat of her pampers, smiling as she felt the mess compress beneath her hand through the seat of the diaper.

     “There!” Althea said, and before Kelly knew what was happening, she had been turned over and scooped up into Mommy’s arms, just like a real baby. Althea positioned her and, with a spiteful grin, sat Kelly down on her lap with a thick, gooey squish. Kelly’s stomach rolled, her lip quivered, and for a moment she thought she was about to cry.

     But the next thing Kelly knew, Mommy had her wrapped up in a warm, soft hug, snuggling her up against her enormous bosom. “Now we’ve spanked that naughtyness right out of you,” Althea said, her words soaked in caramel as she bent in close to kiss the quivering girl on the cheek, “haven’t we sweetie?”

     “Yes, Mommy,” Kelly agreed in a tiny voice, savoring the warmth of Althea’s embrace, the firm wetness of the kisses she was planting all over her face… even the squishy mess in her pants didn’t feel quite so unappealing anymore.

     “You’re going to be a good girl from now on?” Althea asked knowingly, kissing Kelly’s forehead.  

     “Yes Mommy.”

     “And you’re not going to spy on anyone anymore,” Mommy said archly, kissing her cheek.

     “Yes Mommy,”Kelly answered obediently, her voice scarcely above a whisper.

     “In that case,” Mommy said, kissing her lips, slowly and wetly, making Kelly groan, “I guess it’s about time you were on your way.”

     “Huh?” Kelly said, confused. But it was too late… Mommy picked her up under her arms and deposited her on her feet on the floor in front of her. Kelly turned to face her, confused. “But… I thought--- umph!” she was cut off by Althea tugging the onsie up over her head, leaving her in nothing but her bulky, stinky diaper… but not for long. In seconds, the top she’d arrived in was tugged down over her head and into place. Dazed, she allowed Althea to help her step into her socks, followed by her pants.

     “But… what about my diaper?” she said with an edge of panic in her voice.

     “What about it?” Althea said innocently, pulling the sweatpants into place over her bulky plastic diaper-butt. The pants weren’t so loose anymore, and Kelly’s knees quivered nervously when she felt Althea struggle a bit to get them into place over top of them...and then shuddered when she realized their new tightness constrained and pressed the load against her… particularly when she walked.  

     “But… aren’t you going to change me?!” Kelly asked, her panic increasing when Mommy took her by the hand and led her to the door.  

     “Oh sweetie,” Althea said, opening the front door and guiding Kelly softly but firmly onto the front step, “you’re getting a little too old for Mommy’s diapee changes, don’t you think?”

     “But…!” Kelly objected, heart pounding, lightheaded with embarrassment and horror. She was vividly aware of the heat and weight of the load in her diaper… not to mention the smell that was beginning to emerge.

     “Off you go, honey!” Althea said with a bright smile, sending Kelly on her way with a strong, open-palmed swat to the seat of her pampers, mushimg the load up against her dainty little bottom.  

     “Eeek!” Kelly squealed, instinctively running down the steps to get out of the path of any further swats. Standing on the street, she looked back at Mommy with a pitiful expression, hoping she would have mercy on her.

     But she was just in time to see Mommy pop back inside, the door shutting and locking behind her.

     Faced with no other choice, Kelly turned and started walking home. At first she walked briskly, trying to get there as quickly as possible… but the fast pace just squished the hot load in her pants around so much, Kelly found herself essentially taking waddling baby steps down the street for fear of mushing the mess right out of her diaper. The smell was getting worse every minute, and she felt like she was on the verge of tears the entire way home. She cringed when she saw one of her neighbors watering her garden, and she nearly had a heart attack when a hot guy walked by with his dog (the dog taking more than a few curious sniffs in her general area before he was dragged off.)

     At last, she was home. Kelly darted inside, thankful that her mom wasn’t home from work yet. She walked gingerly up the stairs, “ooo”ing and “ahh”ing with every step as the load in her pants shifted and squished against her backside.

     She was planning on heading straight to the shower, but she was distracted by a chiming noise… her phone was ringing. Waddling into her room, she took out the phone and checked her messages…

     Althea had been very thorough… she had documented almost every step of Kelly’s afternoon in pictures-- and she had been kind enough to forward it all to Kelly-- including the video she took while Kelly was in the playpen. She scrolled through, growing more mortified and embarrassed by the second. And finally, at the end of it all, came the words the froze Kelly’s blood:

See you again real soon!

Dazed, her head swimming, she was worried for a moment that she might faint. Making her way over to her desk, she plopped down heavily in her majorly messy diapers, bottom lip quivering when she felt the mess squashing under her weight. Masochistically, she flipped through the pictures again and again, watched the video once more, waves of emotion washing over her… embarrassment, obviously, not just because of how she’d acted, but also the humiliation of knowing that someone else saw her behave this way (not to mention the people who could potentially see it, she realized, cringing). Horror at the idea that she might have to do it again…

     And, somewhere underneath, small at first but growing: the raw, naked arousal of being stripped and pampered by an older woman… the thrill of being blackmailed into doing it again, and the oh-so-naughty sensation of sitting in a messy diaper, just wiggling her butt around in it… at last it overwhelmed her, and Kelly couldn’t stop herself from reaching down and rubbing herself through the front of her sweatpants, her poopy diaper squishing and crinkling beneath her as she thundered towards orgasm.

End Of Season One