Big Daddy Chapter Twelve (Patreon)

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We're into the home stretch on this one-- I think it'll be wrapped up around chapter fifteen, but don't worry... Dollface will be ready to go as soon as it's finished.

When Jenna came to, she was on the bed in the maids room, staring up at the ceiling. She rolled onto her feet and looked around, groggy, quickly examining her surroundings. She was absolutely positive it hadn’t been a dream… so what happened and where were the others?

     She didn’t have much time to ponder: haring the door knob turning, Jenna instinctively dropped to the floor and rolled under the bed moments before the portal swung open and one of the maids came in. “Huh,” Jenna heard her say, confused. “Hey… Kay?” she called down the hall.

     “What’s up?” her co-worker said, coming into the room.

     “Weren’t we supposed to have a new arrival in here this morning?”

     “I think so,” Kay confirmed.  

      “Well, where is she?” the first one said, irritated.

     “I don’t know… I haven’t see anyone!” Said the other defensively.  

     “Do me a favor… find out if one of the other girls came in and took her while I have a look around.”

     “Right,” said her co-worker turning and walking out. The first maid went to the closet and pulled open the door, checking inside for the escapee. While her back was turned, Jenna cautiously slithered out from under the bed and crept out the door without making a sound.

     The hallway resembled the one from her sister’s house, but something was wrong… the corridor almost seemed to stretch off into infinity, dotted with doors on either side, and there seemed to be activity inside a least some of them… there were small noises and hushed chatter emerging from behind a least a few of the doors. Curiosity got the better of her and she selected one at random to open, standing on her tip-toes to turn the knob…

     As expected, within was an adult sized nursery. Inside, a group of young Asian women (Japanese, if she wasn’t mistaken) sat on the floor in their adorable little toddler outfits, their huge, fluffy adult pampers barely contained within frilly, brightly colored diaper covers. They played with their toys, either chatting and giggling happily to each other or sucking their soothers, bouncing their plushies and dollies across the floor and wiggling their plushly padded bottoms happily. They looked up curiously in Jenna’s direction, and one of them even asked a question she didn’t understand.

     With a horrible sinking feeling, Jenna bolted back into the hall, slamming the door behind her. What is this place? she thought, picking another door at random and discovering another group of regressed women-- apparently a group of Brazilian swimsuit models, judging by their looks and language. Their gorgeous, womanly bodies looked especially ridiculous contrasted with their diapers and baby clothes… the contradiction was making Jenna feel dizzy, and she closed the door behind her.

     The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, lined with doors on either side. The implication was staggering, and she continued opening doors at random and discovering different groups of young women seemingly of all races and creeds and seemingly from almost every country in the world, and all of them with one thing in common… they were all textbook examples of vivacious young womanhood and all of them regressed to the level of toddlers… and a few of them even younger than that.

It’s like a warehouse… a warehouse for women turned into big babies! Jenna’s head swam, and for a moment she thought she might be sick. Behind her, she could hear voices… was it the maids, closing in on her? Selecting another door, she stood on her tippy toes to turn the knob. Jenna hurried inside and shut the door behind her.

     “Hello!”

     Jenna looked toward the pleasant and lightly accented voice. In the nursery, a group of women about  her age sat o the floor around a round table, passing a plastic teapot back and forth.  “Have you come for the tea party?”

     The speaker was a cute brunette with a posh, British accent that was utterly at odds with her outfit: a traditional schoolgirl’s uniform, complete with a blue blazer and a tartan skirt that was scandalously short… definitely not up to the job of concealing the bulging white diaper beneath it. The combination of the beautiful young woman, the clothes of an eight year old and the underwear of a toddler had Jenna on the verge of laughter… or maybe it was tears.

     “We were just about to start!” The girl said, pouring a stream of regular, clear water into her tiny plastic cup. “Why don’t you come and join us?”

     “I...” Jenna stammered not sure how to respond. “I just want to find my friends and get out of here!”

     The girls shared a giggle with each other. “Nobody leaves, silly,” replied one of the others, taking her pacifier from her mouth to respond to her. “Anyway, why would you want to?”

     “Oh yes… it’s wonderful here!” The first girl agreed. “Daddy takes such good care of us all.”

     “Come on,” one of them said, her accent lilting and lovely. “Have a seat and help yourself to a biscuit,” she insisted, demonstrating by helping herself to one of the cookies and taking a bite.

     Slowly, hesitantly, Jenna made her way over to the table and took a seat on the floor, the girls shuffling their diapered bottoms to the side to make room for her.  

     “You… don’t want to leave?” Jenna asked, hesitantly taking a cookie when it was offered to her. She put it in her mouth and chewed, helping herself to another when she realized both that the cookie was pretty good and that she was starving.

     “Of course not!” The first girl replied. “Why would we want to? We’re so well taken care of!”

     “Back home, I worked in a boring office,” the second girl added. “Around here, we just play all day!”

     “Daddy takes such good care of all of us,” said another around a mouthful of cookies. “He says we’ll never grow old and never die… we can go on being big diaper babies forever!”

     Jenna suppressed a shudder. An eternity of adult infancy… she could never imagine such a horrible fate… but she had to admit, none of these girls seemed particularly bothered by the idea… in fact, Jenna couldn’t remember the last time she’d met such a cheerful bunch.

     There was just one more thing she wanted to know, though she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer. “When… when did... Daddy… bring you all here?”

     “Let’s see,” the first girl said, chewing a biscuit thoughtfully. “I think it was January 30, 1965... Why, when do you come from?”

     She was about to answer, but found herself interrupted when the girl next to her lifted up her diapered butt cheek and cut a huge, loud fart.

     “Aaah!” she sighed, settling back into her seat and taking a casual bite of cookie.

     “Sandra! That’s disgusting!” the first girl said with a smirk, and it became even more obvious that she was just joking when she rose out of her seat and released a cheek-flapper of her own, barely muffled by the fluffy cloth diapers.

     “Those cookies are working their magic on me, too!” Said the girl sitting across from Jenna, who watched as she planted her feet and actually stood up, thrusting her crinkly diaper bottom out behind her and began straining softly to herself. Jenna’s jaw dropped when a gooey, gassy spattering sound emerged, the seat of the girls diaper expanding in time with the noise. She tried to say something, but no words came, and instead she could only sit and watch the girl push out a big, mushy mess into her pampers.

     “Gross!” Jenna blurted, pinching her nose shut against the potpourri of earthy odors began filling the room.

     “Uuhh… listen to miss high and mighty,” the first girl said between grunts, the back of her diaper filling up with a series of sticky squelches. “Hhhuhh! I wouldn’t get too judgmental, deary.. After-- uugh-- after all, you ate a few of those cookies yourself,” she smirked, the seat of her pampers going all lumpy and brown behind her.  

     Jenna glared at her, trying to divine the truthfulness of the statement… but all she got in return was a symphony of flatulence and muddy squelching as all five regressed lovelies were straining softly to themselves and filling their pampers with a thick muddy mess… and Jenna had a sneaking suspicion that she might be following suit sooner rather than later.

     Bolting to her feet, she barreled out the door and back into the hallway, searching now not only for her friends and a way out, but also somewhere she might be able to use the bathroom if the need arose.