Doll Face Chapter Seven (Patreon)

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Warmth. That was what Marilyn’s entire existence had boiled down to. The warmth of Virginia’s body as she cradled Marilyn to her bosom... the warmth of the milk slowly flowing from her nipple, filling Marilyn’s mouth with sweet, tasty cream... the warmth of the steaming hot load in her diaper, coating her bottom with its gooey, sticky heat.  

     The warmth was accompanied by a feeling of slow, lazy contentment... except for periodically when her guts would twist up with cramps, followed by another dollop of muddy brown poo-poo being deposited into the seat of her pampers. Each time, her cheeks would colour red, and she’d squirm with embarrassment.

     “There there, darling,” Virginia would coo soothingly in her ear, patting and rubbing the seat of her ever expanding pampers, and like magic, Marilyn would feel instantly at ease, returning to her feeding without a care in the world... luxuriating in the warmth that had become her entire universe.

     With a chorus of gooey, gassy blurping and blorping, the back of her diaper bulged behind her, growing dark and lumpy. “Oh my... we do have a messy girl on our hands don’t we?”

     By way of answering, Marilyn ceased her suckling for a moment to respond by grunting and farting into Virginia’s lap, a sizable spatter of poopy exploding into the seat of her pampers. “That’s my girl,” Virginia said with a warm, loving chuckle, patting the growing lump in the seat of Marilyn’s pampers.

     At last, Marilyn disengaged herself from Virginia’s nipple with a small burp, her tummy as full and bulging with milk as her diaper was inflated and packed with hot, muddy poopy. The load in her pants was slimy and stinky... but it was also warm and soft against her tushy, and she smiled to herself, wiggling around and getting comfy.

     She grunted a bit, irritated when Virginia pulled her close, embracing her and patting her back softly, grinning when she was rewarded with a healthy burp from Marilyn. She settled into a rhythm of alternately patting and rubbing Marilyn’s back, coaxing out the gas in the form of small to mid-sized burps and toots (and even one last round of farty diarrhea.) Virginia crinkled her nose as the smell of Marilyn’s mega messy diaper began blanketing the area.  

     “Phew-wee!” Virginia whooped, holding Marilyn at arms length, “someone’s got a stinky bottom!” she grinned, especially when the Adult Baby’s cheeks flared bright red. “Is it time for a change sweetie?” she asked, her voice patronizingly sweet.  

     Marilyn responded by simply nodding. “Hmm... OK,” Virginia said, rising, lifting Marilyn under the arms as easy as a real baby. “But first... you have to show mommy how much you want it.”

     Virginia pulled the other woman close, and Marilyn was surprised to see them walk past the changing table and into the hallway. Wrapping her legs around Virginia’s waist, she rested her head on the other woman’s shoulder and tried to relax, shivering when Virginia slipped a hand under her messy bottom, the load in her diaper squishing against her buttocks and spurting up her butt-crack.

I sure do stink, Marilyn thought, crinkling her nose at the earthy pong emerging from her pampers. It was embarrassing, but it was out of her hands, and she was so relaxed that it hardly mattered. She simply let herself sag limply in Virginia’s arms and allowed herself to be carried towards her fate.

     Virginia’s bedroom was as classy and elegant as the rest of her home. Marilyn found herself deposited on the floor on her bottom, the load smushing against her bum with an audible squish. She squirmed, partially trying to find a comfortable position, partially enjoying the strange, mushy sensation against her sensitive little buttocks. Sitting in her own stink, she watched Virginia walk around slowly, elegantly taking a seat on the bed in front of her.

     “Now,” Virginia began, crossing her legs elegantly, “I’m assuming you’d like me to do something about that messy diaper, correct?”

     Marilyn nodded stiffly (though she had to admit, wriggling her butt in the mushy mess in her pants wasn’t as unpleasant as she might have previously thought.) Virginia smiled wickedly, her lips crimson and luscious. “Well, I don’t see why I should,” she said simply, folding her arms under her breasts, gazing down at the fidgeting, diapered Marilyn. “After all, I did just put you in a fresh one... it’s not my fault you pooped your pants.”

     Marilyn would have gleefully pointed out that it was actually 100% Virginia’s fault she was currently sitting in a loaded diaper, but she decided not to push her luck... especially since she was trying to get a change. So she bit her tongue and sat back in her stinky diaper, listening carefully to Virginia deciding her fate.

     “So here’s what we’ll do: if you could maybe think of something you could... do... for me,” Virginia began, a conspiratorial gleam in her eye, “I’ll change you into a nice, fresh diaper... what do you say, honey?”

     Virginia uncrossed her legs, providing Marilyn with an unobstructed view up her dress, and she was a little shocked to discover that the classy, elegant Virginia wasn’t wearing any panties. She stared at Virginia’s perfect, neatly trimmed pussy, her heart hammering in her ears, getting anxious when it slowly dawned on her what the beautiful, powerful woman was asking her for... even as the idea began making her pussy tingle and moisten in her thick, hot diaper.

     “Come here, darling,” Virginia cooed, beckoning her, her tone somewhere between addressing a young child and a dog. Reluctant but curious, Marilyn rose up on her hands and knees, the seat of her diaper bulging and stained. Slowly, she crawled forward, the pampers crinkling and squishing behind her with every move.  

     “That’s a good girl,” Virginia whispered, her voice huskier, more sensual than before. “Come along... come to mommy,” she whispered, tugging the hem of her dress up, revealing more and more of her body with each passing second.

     Marilyn crawled towards her slowly, watching intently as Virginia unveiled the entirety of her sexy legs inch by inch. Gradually, her immaculate pussy was revealed in the light. Marilyn, who had never experienced a homosexual impulse in her life, found herself strangely drawn to it, entranced, only faintly aware of the little trickle of drool running down her chin.

     She didn’t hesitate for a moment, crawling eagerly between Virginia’s long, sexy legs, drawing slowly closer to the woman’s perfect private parts, noting the way it glistened, it’s sweet, sexy musk making it’s way into her nostrils... enticing her.

     “That’s it, darling,” Virginia sighed, reclining back on a pile of soft, silky pillows and spreading herself open, allowing her precious Adult Baby playmate access to her most intimate places. Marilyn was practically salivating at the sight... she brought her mouth towards Virginia’s privates and kissed it eagerly, delighting in her playmate’s shiver of pleasure.

     She pressed her mouth against Virginia’s steaming hot pussy, tentatively running her smooth, wet tongue over it, letting it’s taste fill her mouth and it’s scent waft up her nose, creating an experience that she could only describe as intoxicating.

     Virginia emitted a gratified moan, spreading her legs as wide as they would go and reaching down to run her fingers through Marilyn’s hair softly. She propped her head up a bit to look at her... to drink in the sight of the beautiful, full grown young woman so utterly in her thrall, regressed to the state of a helpless toddler, right down to the bulging, messy diaper.

     She shivered, groaning, Marilyn licking and nibbling her pussy. Virginia enjoyed the sight of the Adult Baby’s head bobbing up and down in her lap, her diapered rump distended and stained a dark brown, stuck up and wiggling in the air behind her. The sight appealed to Virginia greatly-- reaching back, she fluffed her pillows a bit before settling in again, her head lolling back as her pleasure increased.

     For her own part, Marilyn was simply enjoying the temporary shift in power. For the moment, she was in control, manipulating Virginia’s pleasure at will. With her clever mouth and slender little fingers, she would bring Virginia to the cusp of satisfaction, listening as her moaning grew feverish-- and then cruelly pull back, smirking as Virginia emitted a groan of disappointment. She teased it out, taking her little game to the absolute limit before finally going for it with everything she had.

     Virginia’s piercing cry of pleasure echoed through the halls of her house.