The Descent Chapter Seventeen (Patreon)

With a sweetly sadistic smile, Pamela held out the outfit she and auntie Mia had selected for Karen, who averted her eyes, trying to avoid the reality of the situation… at last, she forced her eyes open, forced herself to confront the fresh humiliation that her new family had cooked up for her.

     What she saw made her squeeze her eyes shut once more. The onsie was pale pink with white trim, and she spied a hood with a set of long, fuzzy ears and a fluffy white tail on the seat. She hardly even had time to resist before she found her arms lifted above her head and tugged into place over her body, the fabric clinging to her, accentuating the curves of her soft, womanly form as it was snapped into place between her thighs.

     The hood was pulled up over her head, and the three women took their time arranging her hair and getting the rabbit ears in place. Karen stood meekly and allowed them to do their work… what was the point of resisting now? The sad truth was, she realized, struggling to hold back a sob as the women took a step back to admire their handiwork, she had no dignity left to fight for.

     She stole a quick glance at herself in the mirror and nearly burst into tears. Dressing up like a diapered Adult baby was mortifying enough-- this cute (but weirdly sexy) bunny outfit clung to and accentuated the curves and swells of her womanly body… especially her thick, crinkly pampers, which forced her thighs apart and made her rump swell out behind her like she had a pillow stuffed down the back of her pants, topped off by the cute, cotton tail... the heat rose in her cheeks, and soon she was feeling as though she may combust from sheer embarrassment at any moment.

     “Oh my God… so cute!” Mia gushed as she finished straightening out the outfit on Karen’s body.

     “Look at that adorable little tushy!” Pamela said reaching out to pat and squeeze Karen’s bulging, pampered rump.

     “That tail really is just the cherry on top of the cute sundae,” Mia agreed, adding a few pats of her own. Karen could only stand by, blushing, sucking her pacifier nervously, both praying that her humiliation would come to an end and simultaneously wishing it would continue forever.

     “The cutest little baby on earth!” Julie said, with no shortage of pride as she pulled out the thickly padded mittens and tugged them over Karen’s hands before locking them in place with a click. “Couldn’t you just eat her up?” she asked the others, leaning in close to kiss her cheeks wetly and reaching around to squeeze Karen’s thickly diapered ass. Karen emitted a wet gurgle of pleasure from behind her soother, her pussy growing soaking wet.

     “Let’s get some pictures!” Mia suggested, and Karen groaned internally when all three women produced their phones and began clicking away, capturing her embarrassing ensemble from every conceivable angle.  

     “Come on, babykins,” said Pamela, reaching out and taking her by the hand so she could turn her in place. “Show us your little bunny tail!” she said, snapping pictures on her phone. “Oh my goodness… have you ever seen such a cute little tush before?!”

     “Wiggle that big old diaper-butt, honey bunny,” Mia commanded, gleefully filming when Karen complied halfheartedly, sticking out her bulging bottom behind her and wiggling it back and forth, her fluffy, cottony tail waggling in the air. Julie, Pamela, and Mia stood around, cackling and cooing over her, the sound of a thousand camera clicks ringing so loudly in Karen’s ears she was forced to squeeze her eyes shut in response. A rush of embarrassment flooded over her, making her dizzy, the heart thudding heavily in her chest with every pat of her diapered butt.

     “Maybe we should put these up on Facebook!” Mia said with a sadistic grin, and Karen gulped, realizing exactly just how far under their power she was-- at any moment, literally any one of these women had the ability to expose Karen’s secret life to the entire world. Karen blushed bright, deep crimson, her breath accelerating as she imagined herself outed on the internet… how it would feel to have her family, friends, and co-workers know, without a shadow of a doubt, that the woman they knew was a fiction… that the real Karen was nothing but an overgrown, diaper pooping Adult Toddler. The thought made her practically tremble with arousal.

     “OK, let’s go, ladies,” Julie said, leading Mia and Pam from the room. “Karen, you play here quietly while we clean up the bathroom and get your snack ready, OK?”

     “Yeth, Mommy,” Karen mumbled obediently, sucking the pacifier and watching them leave. She slumped to the floor, the plush padding under her soft, round butt-cheeks acting like a big, fluffy cushion, propping her up off the rug like she was sitting on a phone book, the thick material pushed up tightly between her legs.  

     She tried to focus her mind on her toys… but the arousal that had been slowly stoked all afternoon before being so cruelly denied by the, hot, bulky diaper beneath her… it just wasn’t fair. She pouted, embarrassed by her childishness, but little caring. It’s so unfair! She sulked, unconsciously rubbing her padded crotch against the rug. She’d been teased and denied all afternoon… didn’t she deserve some sort of release?

     Julie’s rules strictly forbade any sort of self gratification… she made it abundantly clear that Karen’s sexual pleasure was under her absolute control. Only a few times had she caught Karen guiltily masturbating in her diapers, and the punishments had been delivered swiftly and with great relish.

     But the hot, wet throbbing in her pussy was only getting more urgent, and a shivering, erotic tingle was growing within her diaper, spreading across her entire body. Almost before she realized what she was doing, Karen found herself furiously grinding her diapered pussy on the floor, the plastic crinkling loudly in her ears, slipping and sliding against the carpet.

     She let out a shaky sigh, abandoning herself to the pleasurable sensations, rocking herself with increasing speed, the diaper crinkling noisily beneath her. Karen chewed her lip, suppressing a groan, trying to regain control of herself… but it was too late. Within minutes, she had given herself over to the pleasure of the moment, the possible punishments she was risking reseeded into a distant memory. After all, wasn’t it Julie’s fault for working her up into a lather and then leaving her without a release? All the teasing was driving her mad-- she had to find some sort of relief, no matter what the consequences.

      She tore open the snaps at the crotch of her onsie, exposing her babyish diaper to the room. Karen was almost frantic as she shoved her hand down the front of her pampers and began rubbing her bald little pussy… first slowly, then with increasing speed, until she was sweating, shivering, and chewing her lip in a desperate attempt at stifling her cries of pleasure.  

     Unfortunately for Karen, her current situation had been very carefully engineered by Julie… Unbeknownst to the beautiful Adult Baby, Julie had set up a baby monitor in an out of the way corner of the room… and not only were Julie, her mom and her sister listening to Karen’s naughty activities, they were watching her as well from the screen of Mia’s laptop. The women chortled and looked at each other mischievously, almost salivating for what was coming next.

     “Ladies,” Julie said gleefully, “I think the time has come for us to teach this little brat a hard lesson in proper behavior!”

     Mia and Pamela just looked at each other grinning, eager to see the ‘baby’ get her punishment.

     On the screen, Karen was eagerly playing with her pussy, throwing all caution out the window and giving herself over to the sweet pleasures of the moment… totally unaware of the disaster that was looming over her head. As Julie, Mia, and Pamela slowly crept down the hall, eager to catch her in the act, Karen was blissfully oblivious, frantically rubbing her pussy in an almost desperate bid for self-gratification.