Big Daddy Chapter Five (Patreon)

I'm hoping to have at least another sketch or two from Governess Revisited posted by the end of the month, so keep your eyes pealed for that later in the week.

 “Come on,” Lynn said, taking Jenna’s hand and leading her towards the door, “he really wants to meet you!”

     “Who?” Jenna said, stumbling to keep up as Lynn pulled her out into the hallway. “‘D’?”

     Lynn stopped in her tracks and shot Jenna a sly smile. “You’ve been reading my diary, haven’t you?”

     “Lynn, slow down,” Jenna said. “You invited me to stay for a week, and when I got here that cop said you’d been missing for days. What’s going on?”

     “Come on,” she said, taking Jenna by the hand again, “you’ve just got to see for yourself.”

     The women made their way down the stairs (slowly, since they were much larger now… or did we get smaller? Jenna wondered) and into the main dining room...

     At least, that’s what it was in Jenna’s world-- here it was something quite different… If she had to describe it in one word, the closest she could come up with would be “daycare.”

     She felt a strange deja vu as she walked between cribs and playpens and changing tables built larger than she was... or had she and her sister shrunk? No that’s crazy! She scolded herself, insisting that it was all just a dream.

     On her right a pair of women were sitting on a pink and white baby blanket that had been spread out on the floor, and she frowned, an embarrassed shiver running over her when she realized they were dressed like Lynn, with one wearing a pair of bib-overall shorts and the other in a pink and white onsie. She could tell from their bulging butts they they were each diapered like Lynn-- and as she got closer, she realized they looked like...

     Her heart froze in her chest as she recognized Jasmine and Beth, giggling and laughing to each other from behind their pacifiers. Seeing her, they smiled and waved. Jenna wanted to stay and talk, but Lynn just kept pulling her along. “Come on!” she urged, “we haven’t got a lot of time left!”

     “What are Jasmine and Beth doing here?” Jenna demanded.

     “We’re outside of regular time here, Jenna,” Lynn said, as though that explained anything.

     “But...” Jenna began, her mind bursting with questions. But everything jumped right out of her head when she saw another woman standing in the corner, her childish pink sundress pinned up at the back, thick, puffy diaper tugged down at the back to reveal a pair of blazing red butt-cheeks. Jenna felt herself blush at the implication. The woman shot her a rueful glance over her shoulder, and Jenna gasped whens she realized it was Karla the maid.

     “What’s she doing here?” Jenna asked, but Lynn ignored her. She was pulling hard now, Jenna was jogging to keep up, afraid that Lynn was going to dislocate her shoulder. And then, she saw him for the first time.

     He was standing at the side of one of the cribs, gazing in lovingly. “Hey Daddy!” Lynn squealed excitedly, running over to him with her arms outstretched. He scooped her up under her arms with ease.

     “Hey there baby!” he said, tucking a hand under her diapered rump and pulling her close to kiss her cheek. “How’s my special girl?”

     “Good!” she gushed, excited by his mere presence. “Daddy, this is my sister, Jenna!”

     “Well, hello there Jenna! Lynn didn’t lie-- you are a very lovely young lady.”

     “Thanks,” she mumbled, trying and failing to look away. He was almost impossibly good looking, like some ideal man conjured up by her subconscious-- which is exactly what he is since this is all a dream, she thought, trying to reassure herself. He smiled at her and she felt herself melt.

     “Would you like to see our newest addition?” he asked, gesturing into the crib.

     Jenna was unsure, but before she knew it, he had bent down and picked her up, holding her against his other hip, and from the other side, Lynn smiled at her sister, and they both looked down into the crib. Jenna went white.

     “No,” she whispered to herself, “it’s not possible...”

     In the crib, wearing an old-time baby sleeping suit, the bottom cinched closed with a drawstring, a frilly, infantile bonnet tied under her chin... was her. Her eyes wide with horror, Jenna watched herself kick and squirm uncomfortably in the bottom of the crib, trussed up and fussing like a newborn. She listened to herself cry and mew pathetically and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block it out, trying to force herself to wake up.

     But when she opened her eyes, it was she who was in the crib, suddenly aware of the soft mattress beneath her... and the fleecy, sodden diaper clinging wetly to her backside.

     She tried to be stoic and maintain her dignity...but her emotions were out of control, and she couldn’t stop herself from fussing and crying, pathetically hoping someone would take pity on her and change her soggy pamper. Above her, Daddy loomed over the railing, still holding Lynn on his hip.

     Jenna cried upward, looking into Daddy’s handsome face, like the face of God from her position, kicking her legs and squealing for mercy. In his arms, Lynn just sucked her thumb and grinned knowingly, cuddling up against Daddy.

     He reached down and placed his palm gently against Jenna’s belly. Instantly, Jenna’s discomfort was alleviated, the itching, nagging clamminess of her diaper forgotten as her body filled with light and warmth. Now she was kicking and squirming for a different reason, and she cooed and gurgled and drooled down her chin, desperate to get a diaper change from Daddy... desperate to expose herself and her shame to him… to feel his hands on her bare skin...

     “I’m afraid that’s all we have time for right now,” he said gently, rubbing her stomach softly through the sleeping gown, “But I’ll see you again soon, honey bunny. In the meantime, I left you something on your dresser. Here,” he said bending down into the crib, and Jenna was filled with a fearful joy as he got closer. “A little something to remember me by,” he whispered, kissing her on the cheek, filling Jenna with so much delight that she began pissing her diapers again...

Jenna jolted awake with a cry, already aware of her rapidly dampening pants. She clamped down and leapt up from her chair, the front of her pants soaked... luckily she’d stopped herself before the chair got wet.

     What the hell was that? she thought, panicked, running through it in her heads, the details already fading... but before she could convince herself that it had all been an intense dream, brought on by the stress of the afternoon, she spotted it... A hardbound book in black leather that had most definitely not been there the night before.

     Shivering, her blood chilled, Jenna approached the book and read the cover:

Fairy Tales for Big Girls

By Irene Campbell

After making herself some tea, Jenna started going through the book, skimming through the stories. Most of it was pretty standard magical realism stuff, with ordinary people encountering fantastical creatures, objects, or settings within an otherwise ordinary world. Nothing really stood out to her… until she got to the final story in the collection.

     In The Man Of Her Dreams, the protagonist is a young woman, an author of great beauty with a great many male admirers… none of whom arouse her fancy. She dreams of an idealized, perfect man… one who would be absolutely devoted to her, who would cater to her whims and desires, who would place her safety and comfort above everything.

     The author attempts to actualize this man into being through her writing. She travels far and wide studying and learning many disciplines and strange secrets, all the time writing… writing her dream into reality.

     And finally, after many years of trying, she finally succeeds-- One day, he simply emerges into the real world, fully formed, and takes her off into a realm of his own creation.  

     A strange story-- and stranger still when she learned a bit about the author. Irene Campbell had clearly based her lead character on herself… she was an exquisite beauty who, Jenna learned through research, had a number of male suitors… none of whom were able to melt her heart. A romantic, she yearned for the perfect man to sweep her off her feet… and told her friends she intended to literally create him herself if she had to.

     Like her character, she too had traveled the world… and when she returned, she constructed a home… the home Jenna and her friends were residing in right now. Rumor had it that it had been constructed to meet certain occult specifications… and it was here that the book had been written-- the final book Irene Campbell ever released before she mysteriously vanished one day, just a few months after the release of Fairy Tales for big Girls.

Just like Lynn, Jenna thought soberly, gazing back at the mirror with a heavy sigh.