The Descent Chapter Nineteen (Patreon)

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I know I said I was going to try and have the next part of Regression Crisis up today, but it's turned out to be longer than I'd planned. It will definitely be arriving in the next couple of days though. Hope nobody's disappointed... rest assured I think it's going to be worth the wait.

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“Hold still honey,” Julie soothed in her ear, trapping the quivering Karen across her lap with her wrist pinned against her back. Behind her, Nana Pam was holding her buttocks apart for auntie Mia, who smiled cruelly, slipping the enema nozzle up her defenceless asshole. Her rectum was still thoroughly greased following her temperature taking, so the plastic nozzle slipped inside of her with ease, leaving Karen with nothing to do but gurgle helplessly.

     She poured sweat, grunting and biting down on the nipple of her pacifier gag when she heard the familiar snap of the clip being opened. Within moments, she felt the warm water beginning to flow into her colon, emitting an urgent grunt as she felt her stomach starting to fill.  

     “That’s my girl,” Julie cooed, Patting her backside with her free hand, “You just sit still and take it.”

     In response, Karen just gulped and sucked in a deep breath, trying to relax herself. The water disappeared up her butt at a rapid clip, her belly growing tight and taunt. She wriggled as best she could, trying to find a more comfortable position for her bloated belly. Julie patted her rump and soothed her gently, even as she pinned her in place tightly across her shapely lap.

     Karen gritted her teeth and tried to take it as best she could. Finally, the enema trickled to a finish, leaving her bloated and immobile across Julie’s lap. The hard plastic nozzle was popped from her butthole, leaving her to squeeze her cheeks together in a desperate attempt to maintain control.

     She managed to hold the enema, and before she knew what was happening, she was on her back on the changing table once again, legs in the air, her bright red butt glowing in the cool breeze of the air conditioning. The soother cut off any protests, leaving Karen to sniffle and pout as her new family oiled and powdered her stinging rump before lowering her onto a fresh, dry diaper. Karen groaned inwardly as it was pulled up tight between her legs and sealed closed around her freshly spanked tushy, all hot and stinging against the thick crinkly plastic beneath her.   

     Julie, Pam, and Mia cackled and joked with each other throughout her diaper change, and Karen could only lay helplessly on her back, sucking her pacifier, her large, ripe breasts rising and falling as she fought to catch her breath. Her stomach was swollen with water and tight as a drum, the contents sloshing inside her with every little move she made. She squeezed her buttocks and anus tightly… though she was having no problem controlling herself at the moment, she had no doubt that it would become increasingly difficult as time went on. Knowing that there was no way she’d be able to prevent herself from having an accident in the long run sent a shuddering sob through her body.

     She was pulled into a sitting position, a simple white t-shirt was tugged into place over her head, it’s bottom stopping inches above the waistband of her diaper, leaving her belly button totally exposed to the room. A pair of plastic pants came next, drawn up her legs and tugged into place against her backside. Karen sat up awkwardly, her stomach uncomfortably swollen and sloshing within her. Already she was clenching her butt-cheeks and anus desperately, and she knew that in spite of her best efforts, it wouldn’t be long before she helplessly loaded her pampers, disgracing herself even further in the eyes of her new family.  

     Surrounded by mocking faces, her belly bloated, her bowels gurgling, her continence failing her by inches, Karen found herself squirming her bottom and squeezing her thighs together, and realized she was seeking comfort in the sensation of the soft, cottony material of her diapers against her privates and the still hot and stinging flesh of her delicate rump. The realization was dreadfully embarrassing… but it didn’t stop Karen from wriggling her spanked bum around in her big girl baby diaper.

     “She’s so cute when she’s desperate!” Mia gushed, reaching out to pinch Karen’s cheek teasingly.

     “You gonna make Nana another big, messy present in your pampers, honey?” Pamela cooed, pinching the other cheek. The two women continued to make a fuss over Karen, who could only blush and squirm… she had to admit, it did feel strangely good to be the centre of attention… and to be doted over by three beautiful, busty women… gazing at Pamela and Mia’s cleavage was almost enough to make her forget the pressure and discomfort building in her bowels.

     “Bring her over here, ladies,” Karen heard Julie say, and before she knew it, Mia and Pamela were carrying her over to Julie, who’d taken a seat in the large, plush chair in the corner. Again, Karen found herself in Julie’s lap (sitting, this time, instead of laying face down.) Julie wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her on the cheek and nuzzling her neck softly.

     “It’s alright, darling” she whispered gently, reaching around to cup Karen’s breasts and play with her nipples through the thin cotton of her t-shirt. Groaning around her pacifier, Karen reclined, cuddling up against Julie’s bosom and sucking her pacifier like a little two year old, the contents of her bowels gurgling away inside of her.

     A particularly sharp cramp made her gasp and loose control briefly. Karen cringed and shivered, the seat of her diapers growing mushy and clammy before she even knew what was happening. She clamped down as tightly as she could, squeezing her buns with all her might and somehow managing to regain control of herself… at least for the time being.

     Julie smiled to herself, rocking and patting and soothing the woman she had gathered into her lap as though she was a real baby. A couple of quick pats to the seat of Karen’s diaper confirmed that she was starting to loose control of her bowels… she shivered with anticipation, awaiting the moment when Karen lost control completely and loaded her diapers with a hot, smelly mess.  

     Karen gasped when a sharp cramp squeezed her tummy, completely overwhelming her quivering sphincter. With a muffled grunt from behind her pacifier, she felt a massive, uncontrollable gush from her hindquarters, a sputtering mix of liquid and gas that soaked her pampers and rumbled the seat… but that was only the beginning.

     With a thundering, grotesquely wet farting noise, Karen felt her butt-cheeks parting to accommodate a messy mudslide from her tushy, the gooey mess filling the back of her diaper. “Oh my!” Julie chuckled when Karen exploded into her pampers once more, rumbling Julie’s lap with her gas, the mess erupting into the bulging, lumpy seat with such force that she could easily feel it through the thick padding. She wrapped Karen in a strong hug, kissing her neck and whispering sweetly into her ears, thrilling at her total control.

     By contrast, Karen, groaning as another cramp seized her bowels, forcing out another noisy, mushy mess into her pants,  couldn’t remember ever feeling so small and powerless. She shut her eyes, allowing Julie to wrap her up in a warm hug and whisper sweetly in her ear, relishing her soft, sexy kisses even as she grunted and nearly blew a hole in the seat of her diapers with another explosion of gas and warm brown mud. Julie’s hands were on her tits through the fabric of her t-shirt, and there was something about the sensation in combination with the hot load in her diaper that was getting bigger by the second, the plastic garment growing tighter the more she added to the pile, that was making her supremely horny.  

     “That’s my girl,” Julie said gently, patting the load in Karen’s pampers and grinning when she felt it getting bigger by the second. “You just relax and make me a nice, messy diaper to change. Come on, babykins... push it all out for mommy,” she whispered softly, her breath all hot and moist in Karen’s ear, making her shiver. Her resistance was worn down, her adulthood almost entirely forgotten… hell, what passed for an adult life for her was essentially a shell at this point anyway.

     Biting her lip, Karen began straining softly to herself…