The Descent Chapter Twenty (Patreon)

Here we are.

This is indeed the final chapter of Karen's story-- at least for now. I do have an idea for a third installment in this story that would serve as a grand finale, but it would require pushing things in a direction I'm not sure fans of the series would want to go in... so let's just say this is the end for now.

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With a hideous, wet, rumbling fart, Karen unleashed her messy, steaming load into her diaper, grunting urgently as she endured a rush of hot, gooey mush from her backside, flooding into her seat, which bulged to contain the mess.

Behind her, Julie giggled, cuddling Karen tightly and bouncing her on her knee a bit, spreading the mess around against her dainty buttocks. Squirming in Julie’s lap, the poop in her diaper smearing further and further across her backside, Karen sweated, mind racing, her feeble attempts at regaining control just leading to even more embarrassment when she inevitably failed, another gooey mudslide thundering out of her backside and spattering noisily against the seat of her pampers.

    “Whoa boy!” Julie exclaimed with a chuckle, Karen’s explosive bowel movement vibrating her lap through the seat of her diapers. “Good thing those pampers have a lot of room in the seat, huh babykins?” she asked teasingly, jostling Karen in her lap like a fussy baby.

Holding back a sob, Karen fought back some tears and shut her eyes, trying to pretend that Mia and Pamela weren’t watching the proceedings from a few feet away, cackling at Karen’s total disgrace. It had to be the most humiliating moment of her new life thus far.. but, she thought with a shudder, firing another gooey spatter into the seat of her diapers, she knew the worst was yet to come. The thought of an incredibly messy diaper change from these three gorgeous women made her dizzy with a combination of humiliation and arousal.  

     “OOOhhh!” She squealed, unleashing an absolutely uncontrollable flood of warm mush into the seat of her already poop-packed pamper, lifting Karen on Julie’s lap on a muddy cushion.

     “That’s my girl!” Julie gushed, wrapping her arms around the trembling Karen and pulling her in close. “Make a nice, big mudpie in your pants for mommy.”

Exhaling shakily, Karen grunted and strained to push out one last gooey installment, sighing as the mess settled into a hot pile in the seat of her pants. With a moan, she reclined, seeking comfort in Julie’s bosom, not even wincing when the load in the seat of her pants squished against her, leaving her bum smeared and her crack filled with muddy brown poo-poo.

     “That’s my girl,” Julie said, cradling her close and kissing the top of her head. She grinned when she Heard a loud hissing, accompanied by the distant sound of urine striking thick fabric and realized Karen was pissing herself for good measure. “That’s a good girl, using your diapers like a real little baby… just like mommy likes,” she said, chuckling warmly when Karen blushed and groaned, shifting again in her messy diaper to try and hide her face. Julie just patted her bulging diaper butt reassuringly and kissed her softly again, whispering soothingly in her ear.

They sat like that for a long while, until Karen felt the enormous mess starting to cool and congeal in the seat of her diapees, and she started to get uncomfortable. “Uh… mommy?” she lisped behind her pacifier, trying to fix Julie with an acceptably adorable and pathetic expression, “is it time for me to get a change yet?”

     “Oh… it’s a change you want now, is it missy?” Julie said skeptically, shooting a knowing wink at Pamela and Mia, who tried to stifle their giggles and look serious. “I don’t see why I should… considering your track-record, I’d just be giving you another change in an hour or so.”

Karen suppressed an angry huff-- Julie loved playing little games like this, and it usually ended with Karen either reaching new heights of humiliation or agreeing to give Julie even more control over her life-- and often both. She didn’t see how she could possibly be more infantilized and humiliated than she was now… but she’d learned the hard way to never underestimate Julie’s deviousness over the past few months.

     “Pwetty pwease, mommy?” she forced herself to beg, her cheeks burning, acutely aware of Pamela and Mia’s giggling at her expense in the background. “I really need a change… these diapers are ssssooo dirty!” she whined, her blush further deepening when she heard Auntie and Nana chuckling.

Julie regarded her with a superior smirk… Karen blushed and squirmed in response, her cheeks burning under Julie’s gaze… she always looked so perfect, with nary a hair out of place-- Karen was forever jealous, intimidated, and attracted to her. The fact that she was actually younger than Karen made the situation even more embarrassing-- and sexy.  

     “I honestly just don’t see why I should change your diapers, young lady,” Julie said simply, unable to suppress a teasing smirk. “How many changes have you needed since you got here? Diapers don’t just grow on trees, you know.”

     “But--”

     “Besides,” she said, ushering Karen off her lap and onto her feet with a couple of firm pats to her mushy bottom, “I think there’s one more thing we need to do before we give you that change, right sweetie?”

Karen sweated, her diaper mushing behind her as Julie led her across the room. Karen waddled to keep up, her diapers sagging heavily behind her, the seat all lumpy and muddy brown. Julie ushered her up onto the changing table… but instead of moving to change her pampers, Julie instead strapped the shocked Karen to the table, fixing thick leather bonds to her wrists and ankles. She cringed,  nervous butterflies dancing in her stomach, as her new family gathered around to gaze down at her with sinister smiles, mischief in their eyes.

Julie reached under the table and adopted a theatrically shocked expression. “Why… what’s this?” she asked knowingly, producing a powerful looking Hitachi vibrator. Behind the pacifier, Karen’s eyes bulged with humiliation and anticipation, realizing what Julie was about to do.

Wriggling and squirming frantically against her bonds, Karen watched Julie plug in the vibrator and switch it on with a naughty grin. “I’m setting it nice and high,” she said, the humming growing more powerful, “just to make sure you can feel it through your big thick diapers, babykins!”

     Karen watched her bring the vibrator closer and closer to the front of her pampers with maddening slowness. Realizing she was utterly helpless, she resigned herself to sucking her soother with a worried expression, watching the top of the vibrator get closer and closer until…

With a thundering buzz, the Hitachi made contact with the crotch of her diaper. Karen squealed, instinctively pulling away from it’s teasing, tickling (though undeniably pleasurable) sensation. Her stomach rolled when she felt the slimy pile in her pants squashing against her even more, spurting up between her buttocks, but she found she couldn’t help herself.  Julie pressed down, forcing the humming machine right up against her. The vibrations caused Karen’s whole diaper to rumble, sending waves of shuddering pleasure through her body and spreading the messy slurry in the seat of her pants even further across her bum.

Karen struggled, straining against her straps, but the ceaseless, throbbing ecstasy soon had her incapacitated. Julie grinned, mercilessly working the Hitachi over the front of her captive's messy pampers. The stink of the squishy, poopy mess in the seat of Karen’s diaper was beginning to emerge, and Julie looked her helpless charge right in the eye, took a big whiff, and crinkled her nose distastefully, a wicked smile playing about her lips. Karen groaned and squeezed her eyes shut, pleasures and embarrassments piling on top of each other, quickly becoming unbearable.

She climaxed, not with a cry but with a helpless, babyish gurgle… an auditory symbol of her complete and utter surrender to her new life. An admission that she was, in fact, now an adult in body only… her weakness, her helplessness, her utter dependency-- that was what defined her now. Somehow, Karen felt she was no longer playing the part of an adult baby; she really was one, inside and out.

Forcing her eyes open, Karen stared up into the faces of her new family… the women who were now in control of her comfort and fate, looming down over her with their enormous smiles and hungry eyes, oh so eager to humiliate, belittle, and absolutely infantilize her… who wanted to dedicate themselves to making sure Karen never felt like an adult in control of her life again-- to ensure she never looked and felt like anything other than an Adult Baby from now on…

     She could hardly wait.

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