The Descent Chapter Eleven (Patreon)

Sucking her soother and strapped into an oversize car seat like a giant toddler, Karen blushed and fumed, her huge, fluffy diapers crinkling under her as she squirmed, her guts bubbling away violently in her belly. The suppository had melted away to a tiny nubbin, the medicine going to work inside of her with a vengeance, her rectum tingling down below. Karen gripped the seat beside her with white knuckles,  clenching her cheeks and squirming against the inevitable. She didn’t want to give Julie the satisfaction of seeing her make a mess in her pants, especially since she was the one who gave her the suppository… the fact that the was almost no way she’d be able to avoid it made her pussy hot and moist...

     “How’re we doing back there, honey bunch?” Julie said sweetly, glancing back in the mirror to watch Karen squirming desperately on her pampered backside.

     Karen popped the pacifier out of her mouth, blushing as she forced herself to plead: “I have to go to the bathroom!” in response, dismayed by how much like a whiny little girl she sounded.

     “Aw, sweetie-- you know you’re much to little to use the big-girl potty,” Julie chuckled, as though Karen’s statement was patently ridiculous. “If you have to go just use your pampers,” she said, her devilish smile betraying her sweetness.

     Karen sat in her car-seat, fuming, squirming almost involuntarily at this point, her butt sweaty and tingling from the medication. She gritted her teeth and set her jaw, determined to take it as far as she could, vowing that she would give her tormentor as little satisfaction as possible.  

     Julie kept an eye on her in the rear view mirror, smiling as she watched Karen wriggle and squirm, gripping the seat with steely little fingers, beads of sweat popping out on her forehead, smiling to herself, feeling her pussy moisten at the thought of having this beautiful older woman so totally under her control.

     They continued down the road for a ways, Karen cursing herself for allowing herself to get into this situation again, even as she became increasingly aroused by her futile struggle. Was the rest of her life to be spent in a never ending cycle of desperation, dirty diapers, and sensual humiliation? The thought made her want to reach into her pamper and start masturbating.

At last, the suppository had totally melted, and Karen was in the midst of the most desperate experience of her life, a violent struggle pitting her mind against her body… and the deck was definitely stacked against her. Karen felt like she was sitting on a volcano that was rumbling ominously, gas and hot, steaming magma boiling away inside of her, ready to bubble over at any moment.

She heard the fart before she even knew she’d released it, loud and obnoxious over the soft hum of the traffic. Karen stiffened, almost positive it had contained more than gas… a fear she confirmed with a wiggle of her bottom, cringing when she felt the wet, gooey slick between her butt-cheeks.

    “Whew!” Julie exclaimed dramatically, rolling down the windows. “Smells like those suppositories are kicking in! Don’t fight it sweetie-- we both know you want to give in and fill those pampers with a big, smelly mess,” she said, her voice low and seductive with just a hint of amusement.  

Sweating, sitting stiffly in her car seat, the beginnings of a huge mess already leaking out of her, Karen tightened her buttocks and gritted her teeth, straining audibly. From the front seat, Julie’s voice was calm and gentle, softly hypnotic, coaxing her to infantilize herself even further.  

    “That’s it, baby,” she soothed, her voice as sweet and sticky as honey, “just give in and make mommy a nice big present in the seat of those thick, crinkly big-girl diapers. I know how much you like it when mommy changes your poopy pampers for you.”  

Without warning, a sticky, gooey glob fired itself out of her anus with a mushy fart. Karen stiffened, her eyes wide, and redoubled her efforts… but it was hopeless. Even with her ass cheeks and rectum clenched as tightly as they could go, she was helpless to prevent another embarrassing, messy accident in her big girl pampers-- not all at once, but in a series of involuntary installments, each preceded with a sharp cramp in her belly that squeezed out another hot, mushy dollop, generally accompanied by an embarrassing, flatulent emission.

    “Oh my!” Julie exclaimed after one particularly noisy eruption from the back seat, covering her face to stifle both the smell and a giggle. “Baby Karen does have a little tummy ache, doesn’t she?” She asked condescendingly, smiling when her question was resoundingly answered by a grunt from the back seat, followed by another audible blast of explosive diarrhea. “Don’t worry, Karen… we’ve only got another half hour or so until we get there!” she said, grinning wickedly.

Karen groaned, expressing her despair by depositing another noisy mess into the seat of her diaper. She squirmed uncomfortably, the mushy pile in her pants growing bigger with every embarrassing squirt from her backside.  

She had no idea how long they carried on like that, but the surges of warm, muddy poo poo seemed to be getting bigger with every stabbing cramp, the noisy, splattering rumbles from inside her diaper getting louder, wetter, and grosser with every passing second. Periodically, Karen would break wind loudly, her bowels tightening themselves into a knot, forcing an explosive mix of gas and poop out of her colon and into the bulging pile in her pants.

And through it all, the twin fired of her embarrassment and arousal burned higher and higher, threatening to consume her at any moment. She hated to admit it, but being strapped into the back-seat like this, helpless,  reduced to a quivering Adult Baby, uncontrollably messing her diapers at the behest of a sexy mommy figure who loved to demean her… it was like all of her deepest, darkest fantasies come true all at once. Karen couldn’t stop herself from squirming her well-toned backside in the mess, her pussy getting wetter by the second.

The mess in her pants was getting ridiculous, and she wondered how much longer it could go on for. Her question was almost immediately answered by one final eruption; a diarrhetic detonation that lifted her in the seat and made her squeal, though the appalling noise that came along with her last little accident mostly drown it out. Exhausted, she collapsed back into her seat, emitting a shuttering moan from behind her pacifier when she felt the mess squish up against her. She gasped for breath, sweating like she’d just run a marathon. She heard Julie giggling mischievously from the front seat.

     “All done, princess?” she cooed cutely, and Karen scowled at her in the rear-view mirror,  grunting at her from behind her soother. “That diaper stinks to high heaven,” she said bluntly, pinching her nose shut and giggling, watching Karen turn red in her car seat. “Who’s got a big stinky mess in her pants?”

     Karen emitted an embarrassed groan and looked out the window. “Come on, Babykins-- who’s got a messy, loaded diaper?”

Karen frowned and reddened further, wishing her hands were free so she could cover her face. “Well, don’t worry about it, honey,” Julie assured her sweetly. “We’ll be there in about 20 minutes or so… then we’ll get that messy diaper changed,” she said, flashing a sadistic smile in the mirror.

Karen suddenly snapped to attention again,  returning Julie’s gaze in the mirror with wide eyes-- surely she didn’t actually intend to make her sit in this ungodly mess in her pants for the next twenty minutes!

     But she could tell by the evil look in Julie’s eyes that she was dead serious, and Karen let out a desperate, pitiful cry, a non verbal plea that if Julie wasn’t at going to pull over and give her a change that least she could do was unfasten one hand so she could masturbate.