Big Daddy Chapter Ten (Patreon)

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 “We’re behind schedule now because of your foolishness,” Ilsa scolded, dragging Jasmine back into the bedroom. “You’d better sit still while I dress you, young lady, or I’ll do something to you that’ll make that spanking you just got look like a kiss on the cheek!” She scowled at Jasmine, who gulped and stood frozen in place, crossing her arms over her naked breasts and trying vainly to bring her legs closer together. But the diaper between her thighs was just too thick, and Jasmine shifted her weight from foot to foot, nervously watching Ilsa root through the closet, searching for an outfit for Jasmine to wear.

     “Here-- this is a pretty one,” she said, pulling a pink sundress from the closet that looked somehow familiar to Jasmine.

     “But...”

     “Come on, let’s go,” Ilsa said, tugging the dress over her head and pulling it down into place, then adjusting it on her body. “I told you-- we’re running behind… He’s waiting for you,” she said seriously.

     “Who’s waiting-- mmuph!” Jasmine grunted as the maid pushed a pacifier into her mouth.

     “Do not take that out,” Ilsa warned sternly, clipping it to her dress via a long satin ribbon, “or you are going to be an even sorrier little girl than you are now.” Jasmine stood by fuming, her still roasting tushy an embarrassing reminder to comply with the maid as she produced a bonnet and tied it under Jasmine’s chin. A pair of frilly ankle socks were tugged onto her feet, followed by a pair of hard patent leather shoes with big brass buckles.

     “Come on,” Ilsa said, taking Jasmine firmly by the hand and pulling her out of the room and down the hall. Jasmine resisted as best she could, but the other woman was stronger than she looked. At last, she’d had enough of Jasmine’s dawdling and delivered a powerful swat to the bulging seat of her diapers. “Enough of your silliness… let’s go,” she said emphatically. Fuming, her well-spanked butt throbbing beneath her dress, Jasmine forced herself to keep up, waddling as quickly as her bulky white diaper would allow.

     Ilsa dragged her through the house, it’s halls familiar, yet somehow strange… it was the same house she’d been staying in for the past couple of days, but there somehow seemed to be... more of it? She couldn’t explain, but it’s halls longer, it’s rooms more numerous. Beneath her the diaper was crinkling with every waddle, the dress bouncing ever so slightly to expose her diapered butt with every move she made.

     The first stop was the kitchen… Jasmine found herself hefted easily into a high-chair, the tray snapped on and locked in place in front of her.  A bib was tied around her neck, and she found herself strapped into the chair at the wrists and ankles with thick leather straps… helpless and immobilized, Jasmine watched with mounting nervousness as Ilsa bustled about the kitchen preparing her breakfast.  

     At last, she was presented with a bowl of steaming warm, bubbling oatmeal, which the maid promptly began scooping up and shoveling into her mouth. Jasmine balked, but Ilsa was relentless, and soon her mouth was full, her cheeks were bulging, mush dribbling out from between her full pouty lips and dropping onto her bib.

     “Don’t get your dress dirty, young lady,” Ilsa warned, shoveling another spoonful into Jasmine’s already full mouth. Jasmine didn’t want to find out what Ilsa had in mind if she didn’t comply with her orders, so she settled into a rhythm of rapidly chewing and swallowing. Soon, the bowl was empty and Jasmine was full, her usually flat little belly bulging with food.

     “One more bite sweetie,” Ilsa encouraged, scraping the last of the paste into the spoon and depositing it between Jasmine’s full, pouty lips, grinning as the girl forced herself to swallow with a sour expression. “All gone! Wasn’t that nice?”

     Jasmine responded with a shockingly loud belch, then sat back blushing as the maid wiped her cheeks, lips and chin clean with a damp cloth. Her stomach was stuffed uncomfortably full, and Jasmine felt like she was on the verge of exploding… but she didn’t have time to worry about it. With practiced efficiency, Ilsa slid the tray off the front of the high-chair and stowed it away, then undid her straps, took her by the hand and helped her out of the chair.  

     Almost before she realized it, Jasmine was being pulled down the hallway once more, and she started to become quite nervous… as though she were on the cusp of stepping into a new world. The feeling of nervous butterflies in her stomach grew, and before she knew it, Jasmine felt a trickle of pee escaping into her diaper.  

     “Remember, I want you to be on your best behavior, young lady,” Ilsa reminded her sternly, leading her to a set of double doors. Jasmine was gripped by a strange, cool nervousness, and she found herself resisting once again, frantically trying to yank her hand away. But Ilsa just pulled her along with tough, steely fingers, throwing open the doors and tugging her charge inside.

     Jasmine’s jaw dropped-- she gaped at what she saw.

     The room was set up like the most amazing nursery in the world-- sized exactly for people her age. It had multiple cribs and changing tables, potties, and every toy you could think of… all exactly the right size for her… Jasmine felt a strange, swirling nausea, a nightmarish feeling of disorientation, as though the world she knew had just been tugged out from under her like a cheap rug.

     On the floor, Beth looked up from the dolls she was playing with to give Jasmine a smile from behind her pacifier, happily bouncing on her thickly diapered rump, and although Jasmine was glad to see her friend safe and healthy, her apparent happiness at this situation was more than a little unsettling. She shared her dolls with another girl about their age, also swaddled in a thick, crinkly diaper and sucking on a soother… after a moment, she recognized her as Jenna’s missing sister, also seemingly unconcerned about their situation.

     Jasmine watched them play for a moment, giggling and squealing with each other like a pair of eager little girls. If there was anything of the adults they had been leftover, it was buried so deeply that Jasmine was unable to see any traces of it. The only thing adult about them now were the sexy, adult bodies they had concealed beneath their babyish outfits… the realization filled her with a kind of cold dread.

     But even worse was what was happening in the center of the room. A very tall man, one that towered over the collected women like an adult towering over a group of toddlers, was sitting in a straight backed chair. The maid, Karla, as infantilized as the rest of them, had been pulled face down across his lap, her diaper tugged down to reveal a bottom that was bare and quickly turning red under a spanking. His hand came down again and again in a steady rhythm, his palm large enough to cover her entire bottom with each stinging swat. Karla, meanwhile, didn’t seem overly upset about this turn of events… in fact, if her massive smile and breathy giggles were any indication, she was positively elated about the situation, and she eagerly stuck her ruby red rump into the air behind her, teasingly wiggling it at the spanker, like she was all but begging for the next swat.

     Jasmine looked around her with a growing sense of dread… especially when He saw her, a smile crossing his impossibly handsome face when he locked eyes with her. A strange, ticklish feeling built inside of her when he began to speak.

     “Hello, Jasmine,” he said, his voice wrapping her up like a warm blanket. “I’ve been waiting to meet you,” and he brought his palm down on Karla’s backside for emphasis, making her squeal and kick her feet in response, giggling like a mad woman and blatantly rubbing her bare pussy up against his thigh.

     Jasmine felt his words reverberating through her, blushing when she felt herself release an uncontrollable squirt of pee into the padding between her legs, the material swelling and going warm between her thighs, pressing up against her crotch. Her privates were throbbing wetly, and inside, she felt her bowels beginning to stir...