Big Daddy Chapter Seven (Patreon)

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Roger because I know how he feels about tattoos.

                                                            Beth

When breakfast was finished and Jenna had briefed them on the situation, they went back to their rooms and changed and went to explore the grounds.

     Beth decided not to let it ruin her day. After spending the morning searching the house for clues (and turning up nothing), the frustrated Jenna went back to her room to study the book.  Beth suggested swimming, but Jasmine was in a strange mood, distant and edgy-- probably embarrassed, Beth determined with a giggle, thinking about her performance at the table.  

     So Beth spent the afternoon out by the edge of the pool in her bathing suit, sunning herself, before going for a brisk swim.  

     Afterwords, Beth retired to her room to take a bath in her private tub. After getting the water nice and hot, she stripped down, every article of clothing removed revealing a little more of her tattoos… swirling, colored ink dancing down her legs, trailing up her soft, smooth flanks, then twisting up her arms before meeting on her chest. It was the product of many hours and a lot of money, and she was understandably proud.

     She twisted and turned, staring at her reflection and thinking about what Jenna had told them at breakfast. It was absurd, of course… magic mirrors with dream men hidden behind them. The title of that book of Jenna’s said it all-- it was nothing but a Fairy Tale for Big Girls. She grinned into the reflective surface and smiled. She certainly didn’t need a magic Daddy from wonderland to take care of her. I’d like to see him try to diaper THIS booty, she thought with a smile, turning to admire her bare rump in the mirror, a splash of colored ink across her lower back drawing the eyes directly to the pleasantly chubby orbs of her ass beneath. I’d show him a thing or two.

     She giggled, running her eyes over her body, thinking how like a tigress she looked. I’d just love to sink my teeth into him, she thought with a wry smile. She looked into the mirror, gazing deep into her own eyes and smiling. “Big Daddy,” she purred, half sarcastically. “Big Daddy,” she said, striking a teasing, sexy pose, arms behind her head to make her breasts pop out. “Big… Daddy,” she cooed, grinning at her deliciously girlish joke…

     “Beth,” he said, his voice rolling over her like a warm, velvet blanket. She looked up and saw him reflected in the mirror, standing right behind her.  

     She spun and shrank back, pressing her backside up against the sink, and she wondered how he managed to get so close without her noticing. He was tall… so tall she had to tilt her head back to look up into his face… and when she did, she had to look away again… he was so handsome she found herself growing physically weak just looking at him.  

     He reached out, tucking a finger under her chin and tilting her head back so he could gaze into her eyes. “I’m so glad we finally got this chance to meet,” he said.

     She opened her mouth to say something… but the combination of his eyes, his voice, his very proximity sent little erotic tremors through her muscles… Beth stammered, feeling her pussy moisten.

     “You’re such a pretty girl,” he said, and he took her by the hand and twirled her around. “But what’s this… have you been drawing on yourself again, young lady?”

     “No,” she whined, feeling powerless before him. “They’re my tattoos, Daddy,” she tried to explain, hating how much she sounded like a little girl.  

     “Oh… tattoos, huh?” he chuckled, patronizing. “Aren’t you just a little to small for that, young lady?” and Beth suddenly felt like crying… she desperately wanted him to take her seriously.

     “Uh uh! I’m a big girl!” She insisted, sounding completely immature.

     “Well, it’s time for this big girl’s bath,” he said with a condescending chuckle, scooping her up and slipping a hand under her bare tush and carrying her over to the tub. Beth’s heart hammered in her chest, and she felt like she should protest… but she remained silent as he gently lowered her into the water’s warm embrace. Beth felt her body relaxing, her tension melting away.  

     She passively sat in the water and allowed him to wash her, and although she’d never met him before, that didn’t stop her from being completely comfortable with him… like she’d known him all her life. Daddy soaped up a cloth and began gently lathering her skin before rinsing it clean with the warm water.

     “There we go,” he said with just a hint of smugness, “soon, we’ll have those ‘tattoos’ off you and you’ll be nice and clean again.”

     Beth looked down and emitted a small gasp of horror when she saw that he was correct-- her tattoos, products of years of time, effort, and money, the center-piece of her identity were fading, the ink running down her skin and disappearing into the water around her like cheep felt markers.

     “Nnnooo,” she whined in a tiny voice, splashing helplessly. She wasn’t just some tiny girl playing dress-up. She was a full grown woman… she knew she was!

     But sitting in that tub and allowing Daddy to gently wash her, it was like she was watching more than her tattoos fade and wash away in the bathwater. With every passing second, Beth found herself growing weaker, more docile, more childish… as though her maturity and identity was being rinsed away with every stroke of the washcloth… and what was left was a naked, helpless, shivering little girl in a woman’s body.

     He worked the cloth over her entire body, firm but gentle, almost like a massage, and Beth simply reclined in the water and closed her eyes, murmuring as his strong, sure hands washed her clean. The cloth went over her breasts and down her tummy, scrubbed her neatly trimmed pussy in a way that had her squirming a whispering with pleasure. The cloth was even pressed up between her butt-cheeks, scrubbing the tight brown crinkle of her anus, making her squirm and splash and giggle.

     At last, Daddy declared her “all clean,” and he took her hand, pulling her to a standing position, the colored ink of her former tattoos swirling round her legs in the water. Daddy wrapped her in a thick towel and hoisted her from the tub, collecting her into his lap and rubbing her dry… along with a heaping does of tickling! Beth squealed and squirmed and kicked her legs, her mind getting fuzzier by the minute. Had she been a baby all along, just dreaming that she was an adult? No, that’s silly, she thought as she sat, wrapped in a towel, and watched Daddy spread another one out on the floor. I can’t really be a baby… I’ve got boobies, she reassured herself as Daddy took her and laid her on the towel, naked and goose-pimpled, her tummy fluttering as she watched him kneel in position next to her.

     In spite of her reassurances, Beth couldn’t help feeling powerless and infantile… particularly when daddy took the bottle of lotion and poured it across her tummy, spreading it first up towards her chest, and Beth writhed in pleasure as he worked it in firmly to her large, firm tits, his strong, reassuring hands like a dream com true on her body. Her privates came next-- Beth cooed and wriggled as her coated her delicate pussy in hot, slippery oil, then rubbed in in with strong fingers, paying extra special attention to the hard nub of her clit. She squealed with pleasure, and as the orgasmic tingle built inside of her, her limbs seemingly growing weaker in proportion to the swelling pleasure inside her, she became increasingly unsure if she was a woman or a baby, and as her pleasure grew she no longer cared-- She simply groaned and writhed on her back, Daddy’s warm fingers working the oil into her body with strong assurance.  

     Beth groaned and writhed shamelessly as he worked the hot oil into her tummy and tits, purred and thrust her hips when he massaged her pussy. He took her by the ankles, and Beth found herself lifted effortlessly into the air, the pale pink domes of her plump, womanly bottom coming into view. Her heart thumped in her chest and she moaned excitedly when she felt him squirt a goodly sum across her rump, then sighed when she felt him massage it in with his broad, firm palm, squeezing and kneading them in a most delightful way.

     He lowered her back onto the towel, all nude and squirming and vulnerable, her body glistening with oil. No, she realized… it isn’t the towel under there, she thought, wriggling her butt to try and figure out what had been slid beneath her.

     She didn’t have to think on it long… Before she knew it, the diaper had been pulled up tightly between her legs, imprisoning her in it’s soft, cottony embrace. She groaned, disappointed… until Daddy trailed a finger slowly between her breasts, down her stomach, to the front of her diaper. He pressed his palm against the thick plastic… inside her pampers, a warm tingle began building in her pussy, growing warmer and wetter by the second. Beth gurgled and writhed, her bare breasts bouncing, a tingling, throbbing heat building in her privates the more Daddy rubbed the front of her diaper.

     “That’s a good little girl,” he said, rubbing slowly but firmly. “You’re just so tiny and helpless… just lay back and let Daddy pamper you,” he soothed, his voice rolling over her in soft, hypnotic waves. She felt smaller, more infantile by the minute, the heat in her loins growing more intense by the second. Meanwhile, Beth felt like her brain was turning to warn, candy flavored mush, and she could no longer tell if she was a woman dreaming she was a baby or a baby dreaming she was a woman. She was so lost in pleasure that her adult identity had been almost entirely forgotten… she was lost in the moment, a prisoner of the pleasurable heat building in her loins, threatening to boil over at any…

     She exploded into orgasm, screaming and writhing helplessly on the bathroom floor.

A screaming wail drew Jenna’s attention away from her book. In seconds, she was out of her chair and in the hall.

     “Did you hear that?” Jasmine asked, already on her way towards the noise.

     “I think it came from Beth’s room,” she responded, and they both jogged towards the source of the scream. As they got closer, they could hear it more clearly now… someone was crying-- in fact, it sounded like someone was having a real tantrum.

     Jenna threw the door open and was confronted with the sight of a thickly diapered Beth squealing and crying as she knelt in front of the mirror, pounding and clawing at the glass.

     “DADDY!” She screamed, pounding on the mirror, “DADDY, DON’T GO! PWEASE TAKE ME WIF YOU!” fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

     Jenna and Jasmine shared a horrified look as they watched her squeal and cry, their friend seemingly gone.

     “Jenna,” Jasmine asked slowly, “what happened to her tattoos?”