Big Daddy Chapter Six (Patreon)

                                                        Jasmine

When she woke the next morning, Jenna quickly showered and dried herself off haphazardly. She wanted to dive right in to the book, but she was absolutely starving, so breakfast would have to come first. She debated weather or not to tell Jasmine and Beth about last night... but then wondered exactly what she would say? ‘I had a really intense dream and pissed myself and, oh yeah, I found this stupid book, too’? She decided to keep it all to herself, at least for the moment.  

     Beth was already at breakfast when Jenna arrived, munching on bacon and eggs, colorful tattoos crawling up both arms and under the straps of her tank-top to meet on her chest. She smiled happily at Jenna as she sat down. “Morning,” she said sweetly, forking a bit of egg into her mouth. “Sleep well?”

     “Well as can be expected,” she said, trying to stay positive. “You?”

     “Mmm… I guess so, but I was having some weird dreams!” Beth exclaimed between bites of breakfast.

     Jenna fought the urge to react… after all, it was no wonder they were having strange dreams considering the circumstances. Still, she knew the issue had to be probed. “Oh? What kind of weird dreams?” she asked casually.  

     “Well… I can’t remember exactly,” Beth replied, taking a bite of toast. “I think I was at a spa… there was this RIDICULOUSLY good looking guy, and he was rubbing lotion on me and massaging it in… God, it was so hot!” She smiled at Jenna brightly, “I think you were there, too.”

     Jenna’s mind was alive with questions, and she was about to fall upon Beth with all sorts of follow-ups… but they were interrupted by Jasmine slouching dramatically into the kitchen, her too-small t-shirt and tight pajama pants rumpled. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she thudded towards the table and sat down heavily, groaning and sipping her drink until Karla came in to set a plate of steaming hot food in front of both her and Jenna (and Jenna swore she detected a little knowing smirk on the maid’s face when she set her breakfast in front of her.) Jenna watched her go, frowning-- there were so many questions she needed answers too.

     “Someone’s grumpy this morning!” Beth teased Jasmine, who just growled, sipping coffee and chewing bacon. “Did you have a late night, sweetie?”

     “Screw off!” Jasmine demanded, drawing a giggle from Beth. “I had trouble sleeping.”

     Jenna sighed to herself. She hated to dump everything on them, and she certainly didn’t want to sound crazy, but she knew there was something going on here… a mystery she couldn’t unravel alone. Tentatively, she addressed her friends: “I was reading Lynn’s diary last night...”

     “I thought the detective said she was taking it?” Beth said, sipping her coffee.  

     “Obviously not… it was in my room last night. I’ve been going through it and--” she swallowed… how could she explain it all without sounding crazy? “I think that somewhere, in this house, is a clue about my sister’s disappearance.”

Nearby (but still far away), Daddy was listening. He wasn’t worried, of course… everything was going exactly according to plan… but he had to make sure that everything stayed on schedule, and besides he was in the mood for a little mischief.

     He studied the girls carefully-- Jenna had been formally introduced to him, and he knew he had a date with Beth in the not too distant future. That left the alluring Jasmine, and he studied her with admiration… how exotically beautiful she was… how cute she looked when she pouted.  

     He also noticed with a wry smile that she hadn’t had her morning bowel movement yet, and she had quite a mess built up. Travel had not been kind to her system, and he noticed she had a few days worth of impacted mess built up… probably one of the reasons she so grumpy this morning, he thought. He watched her guzzle her coffee and eat her greasy food… then, he reached out, slipping silent psychokinetic fingers inside her, and began massaging her bowels…

“--You guys look around for clues,” Jenna said, “I’m going to check out this damn book and see if I can figure out what the hell is going--”

     She was cut of by a sudden and noisy fart from Jasmine. Jenna shot her friend a shocked look, and Beth frowned and pinched her nose shut. “EEW!” She cried, “dude, what the hell?!”

     “Uhh...” Jasmine groaned in response. “I don’t feel so well.”

     The statement was punctuated by another gassy explosion that seemed to just slip out of her to rumble off the hard seat wetly. Inside, her stomach was burbling, and the pressure in her bowels was building at a rate that seemed impossible.

     “Jazz,” Jenna said, concerned, “are you OK?”

     Jasmine squirmed in her seat, the pressure inside her building to intolerable levels. “I,” she swallowed, her expression growing increasingly concerned. “I think I gotta go to the bathroom...”

     “I’ll say!” Beth said, still fanning her face with a sour look.

     Jasmine rose up from her seat, so quickly her chair nearly toppled over. “Oh! Oh my…!” She doubled over, reaching back to press her hand up against her rump, her face almost comically shocked. Inside, the pressure was building impossibly fast-- within moments, the lovely young woman was on the verge of completely filling her pants, right there in front of her friends. “OHMIGOD!” she cried, hobbling from the room as quickly as she could with her butt-cheeks clenched as tightly as they’d go.

     “Whew! Somebody needs to lay off the coffee!” Beth said, taking a big sip from her own mug.

Jasmine stumbled into the hallway, trying desperately to remember where the bathroom was. She opened two closets and a bedroom and had passed gas several times, the last one sounding dangerously wet. Spotting Karla, she ran over to the maid and grabbed hold of her arm.

     “Where’s the bathroom?!” she almost screamed, yanking the maid’s shoulder.

     Karla smirked, detecting her Master’s influence. She nodded down the hall and said, slowly, deliberately, and with just a hint of amusement, “end of the hall on the left.”

     Jasmine ran as fast as her legs could carry her, squeezing her buns as tightly as she could. She was passing moistened gas with every step-- she was sure she had a mighty skidmark forming in her panties.

     She burst into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her, dropping her Pjs and baring her bottom as she threw the lid of the toilet open, spun in place and slammed her jiggling bottom onto the seat, emitting a sigh as she prepared to blast off…

     ...Only to emit a horrified shriek and instinctively cover herself when she realized she wasn’t alone. There was someone else standing there… a girl about her age who was wearing some silly outfit… a pink sundress with a bonnet, and… was that a diaper underneath? It is, she thought, staring at the puffy plastic underpants that were bulging out from beneath the hem of her dress like the cap of a huge mushroom. Jasmine estimated the girl was about the same age as she was, approximately the same height and weight, the same hair color and--

     The realization froze her blood… it was her reflection. She was looking at herself in the mirror-- but it wasn’t her. Somehow, on some primal, instinctual level, Jasmine realized that she was looking at a vision of herself in the future… and something was badly wrong. Not only was she dressed up like a giant two year old, she was pounding on the glass, waving her hands and shouting something at the top of her lungs, something Jasmine, seated on the toilet, her pants and skidmarked panties down around her ankles, could just barely make out:

     “No!” shouted the tiny voice, only just audible through the glass. “Don’t do it! You have to hold it in! Please!” the other her begged, tears trickling down her face and onto her pink sundress.

     On the toilet, Jasmine clamped down as best she could, knowing, somewhere inside, that in some way, to fail the version of her trapped in the mirror was to fail herself on some fundamental level she didn’t quite grasp. With tears in her eyes, she squeezed her sphincters as best she could. She squirmed on the cool toilet seat, horribly aware that her relief was literally at hand…

      She struggled, strained and squeezed as best she could… but it just wasn’t enough. Jasmine let out a muffled cry as she let an uncontrollable spurt of pee out into the toilet… a tiny trickle that turned into a mighty roar, hissing loudly and splashing noisily into the water below. She looked up into the face of her future reflection and saw a look of horror spreading across her face. She tugged up the hem of her dress at the front, exposing her diaper… and the rapidly growing dark spot on the crotch, growing in size in shape as she pissed herself in tandem with Jasmine tinkling on the potty. In the mirror, her face contorted as she started to cry, banging on the glass and pleading with her past self to regain control.

     But her pleas were utterly futile… on the toilet, Jasmine felt her continence utterly collapse, her anus dilating involuntarily, a thick, powerful surge of semi-solid waste propelled out of her body and into the bowl with a ghastly sounding fart. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see the expression on her counterpart’s face… but she was overcome with morbid curiosity, and forced her eyes open, looking into the face of the her in the mirror and seeing her expression of absolute shock and horror... especially when Jasmine felt her butt open up again as another messy dump exploded out of her and, judging by the look on her other self’s face, into the seat of her diaper.

     From her perch on the toilet, Jasmine was horrified as she watched her counterpart in the mirror turn, revealing her diaper, lumpy and sagging beneath the hem of the little pink sundress. “Ooo! Ah!” Jasmine cried, another round of diarrhea exploding flatulently into the bowl below-- and at the same time, watched in disgusted fascination as the future version in the mirror continued filling her pampers, a dark stain spreading across the back as she did.

     Jasmine had no idea how long it went on: a strong cramp would squeeze her stomach, producing a noisy eruption of gas and mushy, semi-solid poop-- and, simultaneously, the future version of herself in the mirror would bend over, pointing her rear-end at the glass as she released an apparently correspondingly large surge of mucky brown mush into her pampers, the seat ballooning out and turning brown behind her.  

     She turned and shot a piteous, weeping glance over her shoulder at Jasmine, who shuttered from her perch on the toilet, squeezing her eyes shut as she farted out one final round of muddy diarrhea… and when she opened her eyes, she was looking at herself on the toilet-- her vision had vanished.

     With a shaky hand, Jasmine reached back and flushed.