Big Daddy Chapter Fifteen (Finale) (Patreon)

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“Come along, Jenna,” he said, casually reaching down and scooping her up under the arms, hefting her into the air as effortlessly as a newborn. Slurping her thumb, Jenna wrapped her free arm around his neck and cuddled in close, her heart jack-hammering in her rib cage. Inside she fretted, desperate to escape. As he carried her out into the hall, Jenna wanted, with every fiber of her being, to fight back, to leap from his arms… to escape, for God’s sake! She thought back to the women she’d seen, possibly dozens of them, all of them reduced to the level of crawling, diaper wearing Adult Babies. The thought of becoming one of them sent cold fear through her body, and Jenna would have fought and bit and scratched if she could have.

     But the truth was, it was all she could do to keep from falling asleep in his arms. Her limbs felt as heavy and useless as lead, her head feeling stuffed with cotton. She worked her thumb in and out of her mouth, in spite of how silly she knew it looked. Her chin was wet with drool, and she knew she was getting it on his jacket… good! she thought spitefully.

      He carried her down the seemingly endless hall for what could have been minutes or hours… in her current state of mind, it was impossible to tell. Finally, he abruptly stopped, and although there was no way of telling this particular door apart from all the others that Jenna could detect, he reached out and opened it.

     Instantly, Jenna’s nose was filled with the scents of the nursery and she buried her face into his shoulder, trying desperately to avoid her new reality. “Look who I found wandering the halls,” he announced, making Jenna cringe… in her current condition, the last thing she wanted was to be the center of attention.  

     “Jenna!” she heard, looking over, her cheeks flaring red. Lynn was dressed exactly as she had been in the ‘dream’ Jenna’d had the night before. Her beautiful older sister, the epitome of sophistication, grace, and loveliness for as long as Jenna had known her, looked splendidly stupid in her short pink dress, her big diaper bulging proudly beneath it, obvious to even a casual glance. “It’s about time you got here… I was starting to get worried!”

     The other girls were starting to gather around now (all but Karla the maid, still standing in the corner with her diaper pulled down, bare bum red and blazing behind her.) Smiling, they bid hello and reached out to touch her gently, welcoming her to their new home. Jenna shuddered and pressed her face into Daddy’s shoulder once again.  

     “I think she’s a little tired, girls,” Big Daddy told them, kissing the top of Jenna’s head sweetly. She felt herself carried across the room… next thing she knew, she was on her back on the changing table, squirming feebly, unable to prevent him from undressing her. Groaning weakly, she wriggled and kicked, feeling as helpless as a two-year-old as Daddy easily stripped her of her big-girls clothes, rendering her totally naked in moments.

     Moaning irritably, she pounded her fists on the table next to her and squirmed on her back, mortified that her indignant outrage at the situation could only be expressed through an infantile temper tantrum. Her frustration built… especially when he simply took her ankles and hauled them into the air, casually rubbing a large dollop of cool ointment into her wriggling bum, paying close attention to each chubby cheek and the divide between them. He followed it up with powder, patting it in firmly, the girl quivering with barely suppressed pleasure. The process was repeated on her pussy, the arousal building in tandem with her embarrassment, horrifying Jenna. His touch on her pussy was electric, and for a moment, she thought she might ether explode into orgasm or burst into tears.

     Jenna looked up, her eyes wet, and saw her friends gathering around her, each one looking innocent and beautiful in her new outfit.  

     “Just relax,” Lynn whispered sweetly, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. Daddy finished powdering her pussy, and Jenna felt her legs being lifted into the air once more. “It’s OK,” Lynn assured her, stroking Jenna’s cheeks softly. Jasmine and Beth joined in, reaching out to touch the shivering Jenna soothingly as Daddy slipped a big, thick diaper under her wriggling tushy.

     Jenna couldn’t help letting out a choked sob when her soft buns made contact with the thick, cottony fabric. “Awww… don’t cry, honey,” Lynn said gently, reaching out to dab away a tear. “It’s all for the best, I promise.”

     “But I don’t wanna be a baby, Lynn!” She cried, breaking down into sobs. “Please… don’t let him do this to me-- to us!” 

     “Oh sweetie!” Lynn said with a laugh, bending down to kiss her on the forehead. “He’s not doing it to us… he’s doing it for us!”

     “But...” Jenna sniffled, stiffening when the diaper was pulled up tightly between her legs.

     “We can be young and beautiful forever, Jenna!” Jasmine said happily, radiant in her dress and bonnet.

     “Daddy loves us,” Beth said, her voice sweet and clear and true. “And we love each other.”

     “And we love you,” Lynn said, simply, bending down to kiss Jenna on the mouth. Jasmine and Beth followed, bending over to kiss her sweetly, yet tinged with a strange sexuality. Jenna moaned and squirmed, shockingly aroused and ashamed for it, powerless to prevent Daddy from sealing her into the diaper.

     Groaning, she writhed on the changing table. The diaper clung to her, hugging her hips and ass like it had a mind of it’s own. Her heart was pounding, she dreamed of escaping, just jumping up off the table and running, running away and never coming back… but she had no energy to make her body move the way she wanted it to, as though the diaper itself was draining her of her willpower.

     Jenna was utterly powerless to prevent him from pulling her into a sitting position and slipping a soft pink nightgown over her head. She was glad to get on her back again, not sure how long she could have remained sitting under her own power. She felt the nightie smoothed down over her body, then felt it go tight at the bottom, a few inches under her toes. Slowly, with great effort, she lifted her head and saw Big Daddy cinching the bottom of the nightgown shut with a pair of drawstrings, which he then knotted tightly shut. Jenna had seen similar garments before-- this type of sleeping gown was usually reserved for newborns and the youngest of infants to prevent too much movement in their sleep.

     It was only then, staring up at the smiling faces of her friends and her sister, that Jenna understood what her new role in the group was. She was no longer a grown woman-- a college student on the cusp of entering adulthood. Nor did she find herself in the same category as her friends… regressed and diapered though they were, they still found themselves in a position to run about and play, indulging their inner child.

     But it was the role of the newborn Jenna found herself thrust into. Once the brightest, smartest, most outgoing member of the group, she now struggled to even sit up, and standing was absolutely out of the question. From now on, just rolling over onto her stomach would be a chore, and scooting a few feet on her belly would be a major achievement. She was totally helpless now, she realized, staring up with tears in her eyes, her friends grinning down and reaching out to touch and tickle her, absolutely powerless to stop them.

      She squealed and whined, begging them to stop, dismayed by how much she sounded like a petulant little girl. Overwhelmed by sensation, she felt her bladder loosen inside her, felt herself douse the thick padding between her thighs uncontrollably, the pamper swelling as it sucked up the urine. Flooded with emotion, Jenna couldn’t stop herself from sniveling and sobbing, the knowledge that she was acting like a baby only making it worse. In moments she was blubbering and wailing, her sister and her friends bending down to kiss and soothe her, which only made her cry even harder.

     “I love you, baby sis,” Lynn whispered in her ear, leaning in to kiss her gently on the cheek. Jenna screamed in response, the possibility of escape seeming more remote than ever.