Doll Face Chapter Four (Patreon)

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The sunlight streamed in across her face, rousing Marilyn from a deep sleep. She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut against the intrusion, rolling over and pulling the covers over her face. The movement was accompanied by a strange, plastic crinkle, but in her drowsy state it was distant, almost beyond her notice... she was too busy thinking about the strange dream she’d had last night. The imagery certainly had been disturbing (and perhaps she had been acting like a bit of a brat recently), but she chalked it up to her unsettling meeting with her weird neighbour the day before.

Such a strange woman, Marilyn thought to herself with a yawn, and those dolls were so creepy... she shivered at the memory of their glassy eyes and vacant faces, shuddering at the thought of being a prisoner in that house.

     Still squeezing her eyes shut against the light, Marilyn mewed out a soft yawn and stretched out her arms, getting ready to face the morning...

     Her wrist clacked heavily against a thick wooden bar, and she withdrew her hand with a hiss of pain. What the hell was that?! She grumbled, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes before she opened them to take a look at her surroundings... what she saw drew a sharp gasp from her.

     The crib from her dream was most definitely real... she knew because she found herself sitting in it, dazed, the bars rising up all around her, much too high for her to climb out of. Worse, she found herself clad in the same massive, crinkly diaper from the night before, it’s padding as thick as a sack of cement between her legs, preventing her thighs from touching. The diaper bulged out behind her ridiculously, her rump sticking out from beneath the hem of her night-gown like a big, white beach ball. In the front, her privates were buried under a mountain of thick, plastic padding, her pussy all clammy underneath. She squeezed the padding with her thighs and was rewarded with a soggy squish, blushing when she realized she must’ve pissed herself in her sleep.  

What the hell? she thought, her brow creasing as she prodded the thick padding between her legs to confirm her embarrassing discovery. How much of what had happened last night had been a dream and how much had been real?

     Before she had time to ponder the question, the door flew open and Virginia breezed in without knocking, displaying no more concern for Marilyn’s privacy then she would for a real baby. Absurdly, Marilyn reached down to cover herself with her blanket, embarrassed at being seen in this state by anybody.

     But if Virginia found her situation to be strange or amusing in any way, she gave absolutely no sign, crossing the room to bend down and peer at Marilyn through the bars with that infuriatingly mysterious smile of hers. “Good morning,” she said sweetly, reaching through the bars to caress Marilyn’s cheek softly, “did we have a good sleep?” Marilyn jerked her head back from the smooth palm in response, glaring back at her captor through the bars in an attempt to look intimidating-- which ended with Virginia chuckling. Marilyn blushed and fumed, but made no response, all too aware of how silly she must have looked.

     “How’s this diaper doing?” Virginia asked. She didn’t wait for a response, instead just reaching between the bars to easily pull the sheets away and check her unwilling guest’s pamper as though she really was just a two year old.

     Shocked, Marilyn gave a little squeal and backed away, until she was in the corner of the crib... but it was too late. Virginia affected a faux stern expression, placing her hands on her hips, exuding a maternal authority with strong undertones of raw sexuality that had Marilyn squirming like a toddler in her presence. “Ah ha! I knew it! Soaked and ready for a bath and a fresh diaper!”

     Marilyn gasped at the implication, her jaw dropping when she realized what Virginia was saying. Just how long was this maniac intending for her to stay like this? Fun was fun, but she needed to get home and get ready for her wedding.

     Taking a long, slow breath, Marilyn tried to steady herself for a confrontation. She had no idea what game this weirdo was playing, but she had to take control back ASAP. Scooting up close to the bars, she met her tormentor’s gaze with a steely glare of her own, and got ready to lay down the law.

     “Ggaah! Goo doo daa!” Marilyn babbled, her eyes widening in surprise when she heard herself babbling babyishly instead of forming the words she was stringing together in her brain. “Maaa! Goo goo daa!” She asserted, cheeks reddening with every gibberish syllable that left her mouth, feeling more foolish by the second. She had the sensation of being the butt of some horrible practical joke, and the situation was spinning further and further out of her control with each passing second.

     “Oh, Princess is chattering up a storm this morning, isn’t she?” Virginia said patronizingly, reaching through the bars to pat her head. Marilyn glared and fumed, making futile attempts at avoiding her host’s hand. The whole situation was pissing her off-- but there didn’t seem to be much she could do at the moment... she resolved to bide her time, at least until she was out of the crib.

     Her prayers were answered moments later when Virginia lowered the bars; for a second, Marilyn considered bolting past her and making a run for home as she was. She could change after she called the cops, she decided.

     But she never got the chance. Virginia leaned into the crib, and Marilyn was stunned when the woman reached toward her. What on earth was she trying to...?

     Virginia hooked her hands beneath Marilyn’s armpits, and she realized the woman intended to pick her up like a two year old. Crazy old witch, Marilyn thought, does she really think she can...

     She hardly had time to gasp as she felt herself lifted from the mattress, as easily as the toddler she was dressed as. Hoisted into the air as though she weighed nothing, she cringed, her heart hammering in fear. Virginia placed her against her hip like a baby, and Marilyn instinctively wrapped her legs around the woman’s waist and her arms around her neck, clinging for dear life.  

      Marilyn’s initial shock died down, and she caught sight of them in the mirror, confronting her with the bizarre tableaux of one fully grown woman carrying another in her arms like an overgrown toddler-- with an outfit to match. A wave of humiliation washed over her, and Marilyn instinctively hid her face in Virginia’s shoulder, drawing a rich chuckle from her tormentor.

     “Awww... there there, honey,” Virginia said, bouncing Marilyn in her arms and patting her diapered rump soothingly. “You’ll reel much better after we get you into the bath, I promise.”

      Marilyn gurgled a protest, but Virginia just chuckled, holding her tightly and carrying her across the room and out the door. Marilyn clung to her for dear life, blushing, her thickly diapered crotch rubbing up against Virginia’s torso as they went.

     The bathroom was large, the full length mirrors, black tile floor and white marble fixtures giving the room an imposing atmosphere. The tub, huge and immaculately white, dominated the centre of the room and looked to Marilyn like it was large enough for three people.  

     Virginia deposited Marilyn on her feet next to the sink and unhurriedly made her way over to the tub and began running the water. Marilyn, her mouth dry as sandpaper, watched Virginia turn slowly towards her, the cat-that-swallowed-the-canary smile tugging at the sides of her mouth, fixing Marilyn with a penetrating stare that paralyzed her in place as she reached out towards her.

     “OK, sweetie-- off with those clothes...”