Big Daddy Chapter Fourteen (Patreon)

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“Irene Campbell? The author of Fairy Tales For Big Girls?”

      “The very same,” Irene replied absently, focusing the majority of her mental energy to giving herself a diaper change (Jenna had of course offered to help her, but her new companion coolly rejected the idea and quickly commenced the process of changing her own diaper.) “It’s so gratifying to know that my work survived me.”

     “What are you doing here?”

     “That bastard!” Irene spat angrily, “‘Big Daddy’, as he calls himself-- he tricked me!” Powdering herself and taping on a fresh diaper, she shot Jenna a look of fury her eyes flashing with the anger and humiliation of her situation. “I created him to be the perfect man… one who would serve my every whim and pamper me, as a woman of my status deserves. I gave him life, dedicated myself to building him and his world… a place where we could be together forever… Ha!”

     She stood up, looking as bold and confident as one possibly could when she was dressed and diapered like an oversize infant. “Let’s get out of here,” she said, signaling for Jenna to follow her out into the hall.

     “But what about my friends?” Jenna persisted.

     “Forget them… I’m leaving!” Irene said without a moment’s hesitation.

     “But… my sister--”

     “Look, honey,” Irene said irritably, “I don’t know how long I’ve been here playing baby, but I’ve had quite enough-- I’m leaving... now. If you want to stay here and look for your friends, lots of luck. But I’m telling you now-- you’ll never get out of here unless you follow me.”

     With an annoyed huff, Jenna followed Irene’s crinkling diaper butt down the hallway. “Tell me more about how you wound up here,” she asked quietly, trying to fill in the gaps in the story.

     “Like I said… I’d dreamed for years of the idea of writing the perfect man into being. I traveled the world looking for a way. In Tibet, I learned about living thoughtforms-- literally dreaming a living being into life… this way,” she said, leading, taking a sudden right down another hall. “At first, it worked perfectly… He was so damn sexy, and it seemed like he’d just do whatever I told him. Here we go.” She stood on her tip-toes to open a door before glancing inside cautiously. Irene looked back at Jenna with a wide smile. “A-ha! Jackpot!”

     She crept inside, Jenna hesitantly following her into what appeared to be a dark office, the wood and brass decor imposing even in darkness. “Here we are,” Irene said, rubbing her hands together excitedly, gazing gleefully into a large, round mirror on the far wall. “Our exit.”

     “So… how did you wind up here?” Jenna pressed, hoping she could find out what they were up against.

     “He got stronger the more time he spent in the real world,” she explained, brushing the reflective surface with her fingers. “He convinced me to help him build a separate reality. Son of a bitch… he siphoned off my creative energies to build this place… but the first time he brought me here, I wound up in a diaper and locked up in a nursery! Then he went off gallivanting around the world, collecting little bimbos to diaper and do God know what else to!  Me… his creator!”

     “You flatter yourself, darling.”

     The voice was deep, rolling, highly masculine… and highly amused. Both women turned towards  it, Jenna surprised… Irene in abject fear.

     “Daddy!” she croaked, trembling and stammering.

     “You just can’t seem to follow orders, can you sweetie?”

     Irene just stuttered and stammered, trying desperately to think up a plausible excuse, quickly realizing that there was none.

     “For the record, young lady,” he began, his voice dripping with confidence and condescension, “you didn’t create me, nor did your very limited creative abilities provide me with the energy to build and maintain this place… I existed long before we ever encountered each other. You merely provided me with an easy means of entering your world,” he said with a chuckle.

     “Daddy… please… I...” Irene’s earlier strength and confidence had evaporated, and looking at her, Jenna was now reminded of a trembling toddler who’d just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar… one the just might be staring down the barrel of a spanking from her daddy.

      “Were you going to use the mirror to escape?” he asked with casual amusement. “You silly girl,” he chuckled. “You know only embarrassment can open the portal. What were you planning to do… something like this?”

     He made a quick gesture towards her… instantly, a noisy hissing emerged from within her diaper, the material at the front turning yellow and puffy before their eyes. Irene made a horrified, embarrassed sob and made an attempt to regain control, even though she knew it was a worthless effort… whatever Daddy willed within his world became reality.

     “Or maybe you were thinking about something like… this?” With a happy smile, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

     “Ooooh!” Irene doubled over and clenched her stomach, a thundering farting sound rang out through the room. Emitting an embarrassed grunt as her buttocks parted, Irene grunted and uncontrollably dumped a load of hot brown mud into the seat of her pampers. Behind her, the back to her diaper inflated sharply outwards, a wet brown stain spreading outward from the center at an alarming rate.

     “It wouldn’t have worked, you know,” he said, watching Irene involuntarily load her pants with a peculiar sparkle in his eyes. “Even that spectacular mess in your big girl pampers wouldn’t have provided the right emotional combination to open up the portal.” He shot Jenna a serious look, locking eyes with her. Jenna felt as though he was gazing right into her. “You’re lucky I got here in time young woman… Who knows what this little minx would have done to you.”

     “Uubb,” Jenna blurted senselessly, reddening with embarrassment. She had so much to say to this man, so much to ask him… but when he looked at her like that, her mind went completely blank.

     “You’ve been a very naughty girl again, Irene,” he said, fixing the cowering and thoroughly soiled adult baby with a sardonic look. “Haven’t you?”

     “Daddy,” she began, her voice trembling, “I...”

     “Hush, sweetie,” he said dismissively. “I think you need to take a little time to think about what you’ve done.”

     “Daddy, no, please, don’t put me back in the crib!” Irene begged, her lower lip quivering.

     “Just until you learn your lesson… and your place,” he said, raising his hand.

     Irene flashed him a furious look, her sniveling abandoned in favor of pure rage. “You bastard! At least change me before...”

     And like that, he snapped and she was gone, without even a puff of smoke. Jenna actually jumped, shocked and frightened at the turn of events. When Daddy returned his attention to her, she found herself trembling, paralyzed in his gaze like a mouse hypnotized by a snake.

     “And now for you, my darling Jenna,” he smiled, slowly stalking over to her. Every instinct inside her told her to run… but she remained frozen in place, able to do little more than shift her weight from foot to foot nervously. “We’ve all been waiting for you, sweetheart,” he said truthfully. “Your friends have been worried about you… especially your sister.”

     “Bluh?” she finally managed to blurt, cursing herself… what was the matter with her? She knew what she was trying to say, but when she tried to speak the words, she could only jibber uselessly. She felt something wet on her chin. She was horrified when she realized she was drooling.

     “I’ve got a very special place for you here,” he said with a grin that chilled her to her bones.