Big Daddy Chapter Thirteen (Patreon)

We're closing in fast on the final chapter of this story-- I think it'll be wrapped up at chapter fifteen. Dollface is ready to follow it up, but I don't want Big Daddy fans to worry... I promise this won't be the last you see of him!

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I’m not gonna make it!

     Jenna had been trying to deny the thought for the last ten or so minutes, choosing instead to try and remain positive. But the situation was getting increasingly bleak… and the urge that had been growing in her guts was only getting more insistent.

     At first, she tried to tell herself that it was all in her head… that those British brats had just been messing with her mind by telling her the cookies of which she had so freely partaken were responsible for the massive bulging messes that ensued.

     But as she wandered the halls, uncovering room after room dedicated to housing happily regressed baby women of all walks of life from all over the world, she felt her insides beginning to strain and gurgle and realized it was no joke… the cookies were starting to have an effect on her system, she realized, feeling her bowels beginning to swell with rancid gas.

     And the more time passed, the harder the gas became to control, and soon Jenna was walking very daintily and gently across the carpet, her progress punctuated every step or two with a cute little toot. Her brow was dripping with sweat, and she continually brushed her hair out of her eyes to keep it from becoming matted.

     Her desperation grew, and soon she was quickly reaching the limits of her continence. Finally, only half aware of what she was doing, she simply picked a room at random and opened it, darting inside, preying that a solution of some sort would present itself.  

     “Finally!” Someone shouted the moment Jenna had the door closed behind her. “It’s about time someone showed up-- I’ve been laying in this filthy diaper all day!”

     The room was a nursery, but different from all the rest. This one appeared to have only one occupant, locked up in a crib that resembled a cage with bars across the top and a foreboding lock on the front. The occupant was a gorgeous young woman, blonde and busty, who, unlike the rest of the women Jenna had encountered, did not seem to be enjoying her confinement.  

     “I’ve told you fools a hundred times… my dainty little bottom is sensitive and highly susceptible to rashes! If you insist on keeping me diapered, the least you can do is...” she trailed off when she looked and saw it was Jenna rather than one of her caretakers.

     “And exactly who do you think you are?” she demanded, with greater confidence than a person in a wet and messy pamper should have been able to muster. “Well, if you’re not going to change my diaper then make yourself useful, you silly fool… find the key and get me out of here! Hey-- are you listening to me?!”

     The truth was that Jenna wasn’t listening… she was scanning the room for something, anything she could empty her bowels into and avoid the humiliating fate of soiling her pants like an overgrown toddler. She almost burst into tears of joy when she spotted the adult sized potty chair residing under the crib.

     With all dignity abandoned, Jenna pranced over as quickly as she could with her ass-cheeks clenched and her hand pressed firmly up against her crack. She tugged the potty out of it’s hiding spot and into the center of the room with unabashed joy, and instantly went to work unbuckling her belt with frantic, shaking fingers. Meanwhile, in the crib, the other woman rose to her knees and moved over to the bars to peer out at her visitor, pressing her face between the bars to get a better look

     “Uhhh… what are you doing?” she asked distastefully, frowning when Jenna fumbling unfastened her jeans and tugged them down to her knees, exposing her plump butt to the room. “I hope you aren’t planning on...”

     But Jenna didn’t even give her a chance to finish. Plopping her rump down on the seat with almost her full weight, her cheeks had barely even made contact before she exploded, firing a fat, gooey mass from her backside with a sizable fart, wincing when it spattered into the bottom of the bowl with the force of a fastball hitting a catcher’s mitt… but the worst was yet to come.

     A wet, nasty farting sound preceded a gooey brown mudslide into the bottom of the bowl with a noisy spattering. “Oh dear,” said the occupant of the crib, shaking her head sadly. “You ate one of the cookies, didn’t you?”

      “Hhhhuuu-Uuhhh!” Jenna grunted affirmatively, a cacophony of farts, groans, plops and spattering emerging from within the bowl. She was shuddering and shivering, a shock of relief and humiliation rushing over her, part of her wishing that she could stop herself… and another part wishing the almost orgasmic sense of relief would never end.

     In the crib, the sexy blonde in the dirty diaper just shook her head and sighed… just my luck, she thought, the first outsider I’ve seen come through here in years, the first time I’ve had even a glimmer of a hope of getting out of here in God knows how long… and she’s a moron, she thought bitterly, watching Jenna’s bare butt strain and quiver on the adult-sized potty, pants around her ankles, while she strained and grunted out another load of farty diarrhea into the bowl.

     “Look, darling… I know you’re terribly busy at the moment,” she said poshly, listening to Jenna’s butt erupting into the potty, “but it really is vital for you to find the key to this damn crib. I think I can get us out of this dreadful place… but first you have to get me out of here and… are you listening to me?!”

     “Uhhhh...?” Jenna groaned, her guts cramping tightly and pushing out another involuntary gush into the bowl below. Part of her was listening and excited by what the woman was saying… but in her discomfort and embarrassment, it was almost impossible to focus on it.

     At last, the cramping eased. Jenna sighed and smiled… but it was short lived when she realized she had a new problem. Still seated on the potty with her pants at her ankles, she looked bashfully at the woman and grinned sheepishly before hesitantly asking: “Uuumm… toilet paper?”

     The occupant of the crib resisted the urge to sigh and roll her eyes. “There should be some baby-wipes in the changing table… now will you please pay attention to me?” she asked, unable to keep the tone of bossy annoyance out of her voice.

     “I’m listening,” Jenna mumbled, shuffling across the room with her pants still around her ankles, her butt totally bare and on display. The woman in the crib frowned and watched her tight round bum as she searched the changing table for the baby wipes.

     “Good-- I was saying that if you find the key and get me out of here, I can probably get us both back to the real world.”  

     Jenna found the wet wipes. Pulling one free of the container, she stuck out her bare ass and gave her sticky, messy butt-crack a thorough wiper with the cool, wet cloth. “Do you have any idea where it is?” she asked, discarding the soiled wipe into the diaper pail before taking another and repeating the process with a fresh cloth.

     “All I know is it’s somewhere in this room… I think it might be somewhere in the wardrobe,” the woman responded, impatiently watching Jenna wipe her butt.

     “Just let me finish up here and… ugh! Oh no!” Jenna doubled over, thrusting her tushy out involuntarily, doubling over and grabbing her stomach.

     “What’s wrong now?” the blonde asked irritably.

     “Oh… I think I gotta go again!” she uttered desperately, shuffling across the room with her pants down and slamming her read-end down on the potty again just seconds before her butt exploded once more.

     “Again?!” The occupant of the crib nearly shouted, incredulous that she was going to have to sit and listen to another torrent of diarrhea-- as though she hadn’t had enough of that sitting around in her own dirty diaper!

     “I’m sorry-- I can’t stop!” Poor Jenna moaned, straining out another embarrassing round of grunts, farts and plops.

     Finally she was finished, and after wiping her hiney once again, Jenna pulled up her pants and searched the wardrobe. The key was easy to find in the end, stashed under some stuff in a drawer. Jenna hurried over and freed her new ally, helping her out of her prison to stand on unsteady feet in a huge messy diaper that sagged dangerously behind her.  

     “Now-- let me get into something clean and we’ll be off!”

     “Wait,” Jenna said, her head still spinning from her recent experience. “I don’t understand… exactly who are you?”

     “Haven’t you figure it out yet, you stupid girl? I’m Irene Campbell… I created Big Daddy.”