Doll Face Chapter Three (Patreon)

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Marilyn pulled on her bonnet and tried to tear off her diaper, but they weren’t budging, as though they were frozen on her body. The tapes remained stuck and the knot under her chin remained tied no matter how much she picked at them. Marilyn’s limbs were heavy and numb, and she felt as though she were sitting under water.

     She had no idea how long she sat like that, trying to free herself, starting to feel increasingly hot and disoriented. Wiping at her brow with the back of her hand, she shut her eyes, suddenly aware of some sort of pounding in her head... a strange rhythmic throb that had Marilyn squeezing her eyes shut and rubbing her temples. She suddenly became aware that it wasn’t a throb but a sound-- a rhythmic pounding coming from somewhere in the room. She strained her ears, struggling to identify it... like the soft but sharp POP of flesh against flesh.

     Sweating, hand on her forehead, Marilyn swivelled her head towards the sound...

     Virginia was sitting on a straight backed wooden chair, her dress hiked up high to reveal her long, slim legs. The doll lay face down across her lap, and Marilyn felt herself blush when she saw that the doll’s diaper had been pulled open at the back, exposing her well-defined buttocks. She watched Virginia bring her open palm down, delivering a strong SWAT to the doll’s bare bottom.

     “Bad girl!” She scolded, her lips, full, sensuous, and blood red, smiling enigmatically as she brought her hand down for another swat on the doll’s upturned tushy. Marilyn’s head swam, and she was instantly dizzy and nauseous as she watched this miniature version of herself take a spanking like a misbehaving little girl.   

     “Naughty girl!” Virginia chided, bringing her palm down on the doll’s denuded backside with a noisy spank, drawing a startled jerk from Marilyn. “We’ve all had enough of you and your tantrums and misbehaviour,” The Doll Collector lectured, raising her palm and bringing it down again on the doll’s backside. “You’re selfish, greedy, and narcissistic. It’s high time you learned to behave, young lady!”  

     She looked up suddenly, locking eyes with Marilyn, letting her know in no uncertain terms that it was really her Virginia was talking to. A sudden wave of dizziness washed over the beautiful blonde, and she winced, shutting her eyes and rubbing her temples, the steady rhythm of the doll’s spanking growing louder and louder... as though it were getting closer...

     A sharp impact across her backside, accompanied by a noisy POP! forced her eyes open, a prickly, stinging heat spreading across her buttocks. Marilyn gave a startled jump and was alarmed to find herself dangling, head down by the floor, feet kicking... and her bare butt pointing up into the air behind her. Another hard SPLAT! against her other cheek left no doubt in her mind-- she was getting spanked!

     A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed what she had suspected. She had switched places with the doll, and was now laying across Virginia’s lap, taking a spanking with her thick, puffy diaper unfolded at the back! Virginia gave her that strange, enigmatic smile, freezing all possible complaints in Marilyn’s throat. Bringing her hand down once more on her neighbour’s already burning rump, Virginia grinned and continued her lecture.

     “That’s right, naughty girl,” she said condescendingly, bringing her palm down on Marilyn’s bottom at a brisk pace, quickly turning the pale skin of her buns a sore, angry red. “We’re going to teach you how to behave... even if it means sleeping on your tummy for a week!”

     Powerless to prevent her neighbour from raining spanks onto the vulnerable, jiggling domes of her bottom, Marilyn scissored her feet behind her and clawed frantically at the air in front of her, the diaper crinkling under her squirming loins. Another wave of vertigo washed over her, forcing Marilyn to squeeze her eyes shut. When she opened them again, she was confronted with an impossible sight:

     Virginia was sitting across the room on the couch with the doll cuddled up against her generous bosom... even as she found herself still taking a spanking across the woman’s lap on the other side of the room. It’s not possible, Marilyn thought, her rear-end stinging, her heart throbbing, a sick, nervous, spinning sensation forcing her eyes shut once more...

And when she opened them again, the spanking was apparently over-- Marilyn found herself once again taking the doll’s place, cuddled up against Virginia’s pneumatic breasts. “There there, honey,” she said soothingly, reaching up to unfasten her silky black dress and unleash her large, milky white tits. “Mommy’s sorry she had to paddle your naughty little bottom,” she said sweetly, angling Marilyn’s face towards the dark circle of her areola. “But don’t worry,” she said with a smile, popping the nipple into the blonde’s mouth. “I know how to make you feel better.”

Marilyn let out a muffled cry and attempted to resist... but it was almost as though her body wasn’t obeying her brain’s commands. She found herself beginning to suckle, almost automatically... and what was worse, she was horrified to discover her mouth beginning to fill with thick, frothy breast milk! Disgusted, Marilyn emitted a guttural grunt, trying to prevent herself from swallowing. But the process was unconscious, and she quickly found herself settling into an almost automatic routine of sucking and swallowing against her will.  

Virginia watched her new charge drinking eagerly from her breast, grinning warmly and patting Marilyn’s plushly padded bum. “That’s it, babykins,” she said gently, “just settle down and have a drink of mommy’s milk.”

Marilyn’s squirming and struggling settled, and her belly became fuller by the minute. She felt something inside her tighten and slacken, and before she knew it she was pissing herself, squeaking around a mouthful of milk, her diaper growing soggier between her legs by the second.

A clanking sound from across the room drew her attention, and she followed it with her eyes. She was hardly surprised at this point to find that she was watching Virginia, standing in front of the doll on the other side of the room, which was sitting in a high-chair. “Open up, darling,” Virginia cooed in a sing-song voice, “here come’s the airplane!’ she said, pushing a spoonful of mush into the dolls mouth.  

    “That’s a girl!” Virginia’s voice echoed in Marilyn’s mind, forcing her eyes shut once more. “Open wide for mommy!”

By the time her eyes sprang open again, Marilyn discovered herself having replaced the Doll in an oversized high-chair, her spanked bottom sore and tingling beneath her. “What’s going-- mmph?!” Marilyn was cut off by a spoonful of apple sauce being pushed into her gaping mouth.

    “Good girl!” Virginia said, spooning up another mouthful, “open wide for mommy!”  

Marilyn didn’t have time to respond before another spoonful of sweet mush was shovelled into her mouth, puffing out her cheeks, dribbling out from between pouty red lips and smearing her chin. She’d only gotten the last mouthful down her throat before she was forced to open up to accept the next spoonful.

They went on like that until the bowl was almost gone and Marilyn was feeling quite full. Her tummy was swollen, and as she belched contentedly, she realized she was starting to feel sleepy.  

    “Hush little baby, don't say a word,

Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.”

    With her eyelids drooping heavily, Marilyn looked around the room for the source of the sweet, soft singing.

    “And if that mockingbird don't sing,
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.”

The sound of the gentle lullaby drew her attention to the corner of the room, where an ornate, antique crib sat.

    “And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.”

In the crib, the doll was propped up against the bars, her face impassive... as though she were listening.

    “And if that looking glass is broke,
Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat.”

     Virginia stood nearby, singing softly, her voice lilting, beautiful... almost hypnotic.

    “And if that billy goat won't pull,
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and a bull.”

The nauseating vertigo returned... Instinctively, Marilyn squeezed her eyes shut once more. When she opened them again, she was propped up in the crib as the doll had been, hovering on the edge of sleep. Virginia’s sweet song filled her ears:

    “And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover.”

     Shifting, Marilyn laid down on the mattress, asleep almost before her head hit the pillow.