Doll Face Chapter Eight (Patreon)

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When they’d finished, the women took a short nap in the warm bed. Inside her thick crinkly diaper, Marilyn was all hot and sweaty, the warm, wet mess clinging to her backside like lumpy clay. As she dozed off, her defences lowering, she surprised herself by thinking that the messy pamper didn’t feel too bad-- that, in fact, it was actually sort of nice in a weird kind of way. Crinkling her nose, she gave her tush a little wiggle, shivering when she felt the mess squishing around in the seat of her pants.

     She was awakened when Virginia yawned and stretched rising from the bed. Marilyn opened her eyes just in time to see the sheets fall from Virginia’s body, revealing her perfect, naked form. Marilyn couldn’t help staring, drinking in the combination of sexy grace and understated power. The previously unabashedly heterosexual Marilyn couldn’t help feeling a stirring in her loins... to be so thoroughly under the control of such a beautiful, dominating woman was intoxicating, she had to admit-- but she was starting to wonder if she was ever going to regain her adult status... just how long, exactly, did Virginia expect her to play baby all day?

     “Now,” said Virginia, shrugging on a thin silk robe, which she tied loosely around her waist, “I suppose I owe you that diaper change, don’t I?” she asked sweetly, tugging off the covers and landing a playful swat to the seat of Marilyn’s bulging, poopy diaper to emphasize her point. Marilyn blushed, but she didn’t have time to answer, merely emitting a breathy gasp when Virginia swept her up into her strong arms, cradling her against her ample bosom.  

     Wrapping her arms around Virginia’s neck, Marilyn allowed herself to rest her head on the woman’s shoulder, her mind reeling, unable to process the changes her life had undergone in such a short time. Just hours before, she’d been a beautiful, glamorous bride-to-be, on the cusp of entering a dream marriage with a handsome and successful man.

     Her heart thudding and her cheeks reddening in response to the sensation of Virginia gently patting her on the seat of her dirty diaper, Marilyn couldn’t help wondering if anyone-- her family, her friends, her co-workers-- would even recognize her now. The stink of her mess filled her nostrils, and the thought of anyone seeing her like this, whether they knew her or not, turned her face a blazing shade of crimson.

     Soon, they were back in the nursery. Marilyn found herself laid out on the changing table, her hot, mushy mess squishing against her soft pink tushy, and her lips quivered when she felt her crack filling with sticky poo-poo. Gazing down at her with a sexy smile, Virginia reached out to run her fingers across Marilyn’s bare torso slowly, sensually, grinning when she gave one of the nipples a sudden pinch, drawing a high, breathy gasp from Marilyn. Inside her hot, messy pamper, her smooth pussy was warm and moist, practically steaming beneath the thick, crinkly plastic. Virginia gave her a knowing, wicked grin, reaching down to rub Marilyn’s privates through the front of her diaper.

     The blonde bombshell startled herself by groaning and bucking on the bed, the ultra soiled diaper feeling much better against her pussy then she’d anticipated. Grinning savagely, Virginia dug in, rubbing the diaper even harder, making Marilyn groan and shiver, wiggling her bottom reflexively in the muddy mess in the seat of her diapers, the plastic crinkling loudly beneath Virginia’s touch.  

     Virginia leaned down to whisper in Marilyn’s ear, her breath hot and moist. “I know what this little baby wants,” she husked gently, kissing her cheek with soft, wet lips, “and I think you deserve a little treat for being so well behaved this morning.”

     Marilyn bristled at being spoken about like she was a child or a pet; but she could only groan when Virginia stopped her rubbing, watching with glistening eyes as the woman reached beneath the table and produced a powerful looking Hitachi vibrator.  

     “Be a good girl and lay still,” Virginia said in a sexy whisper, the Hitachi activating with an aggressive hum. Marilyn chewed her lip, watched it descend slowly towards her diapered crotch. It made contact with the bulging white plastic with a thunderous buzzing that sent her diaper vibrating around her body. Marilyn’s head lolled back with a sharp cry, her disgust and horror of the sensation of the mess in her diaper being further spread around her creamy white bottom melding with the pleasure of the vibrator on her throbbing, sopping wet pussy... within moments, they were indistinguishable.  

     Relishing her power, Virginia leaned in, working the Hitachi in small circles on the front of her diaper, and kissed her wetly, flicking her tongue into the shuddering Marilyn’s eager mouth. Marilyn’s flesh quivered, electric pulses of erotic pleasure surging through her body, centring on her hot, gooey pussy and oh-so messy butt-cheeks!  

     A tight, sharp cramp in her belly signalled another stirring in her bowels. Marilyn’s eyes popped open--  oh no-- not again! she thought, desperation growing, sweat popping out on her brow. She wriggled uncomfortably for a moment, straining herself to keep the mess inside... until she realized the utter absurdity of causing herself discomfort to keep from messing an already messy diaper.  

     Pulling her knees up to her chest, her thighs spread nice and wide to make space for the vibrator, she started to grunt out loud, enjoying the sensuous vibrations over her pussy, and began straining to have a bowel movement.  

     She didn’t have to push for long... her bottom made the most embarrassing squelching noise, a goodly sum of smelly mud oozing from between her butt-cheeks, loading up her already full diapers. Virginia looked down, and amused smile played about her plump, red lips as she watched the bottom of Marilyn’s diaper expand and turn a darker shade of brown. “That’s my good girl,” she said, her voice soothing and teasing, reached down to pat the ever expanding seat of her captive’s pampers. “You make mommy a big, messy present in your dydees!”

     Marilyn responded to this request by straining, farting out another sizable pile of muddy brown poo-poo into the seat of her pants. Virginia chuckled, patting and rubbing the mess in, her nail-polish flaming red against the rapidly darkening white of the diaper. “Oh my!” she said playfully, crinkling her nose as the powerful stench of Marilyn’s mess began to emerge, even through the thick plastic of her oversized pampers. “Did you make a mess in your britches, babykins?”

     A sizable fart was her response. Virginia giggled, delighted, working the Hitachi like a pro. Marilyn screeched and bucked, farting and messing her pants as she raced into an explosive orgasm, coming and going at the same time.

     Finally finished, Marilyn squirmed in her poop packed pampers, shivering in her post-orgasmic bliss, the stink of her mess rising to her nostrils and making her cheeks burn. The realization of what had just happened washed over her in a rising tide of humiliation and she cringed, poopy diaper squishing audibly beneath her dainty backside. She was a beautiful, grown adult woman, for God’s sake... she should have been getting ready for her wedding... not wallowing in a poopy diaper like a horny little slut!

     Setting the Hitachi aside, Virginia leaned down over her, eyes sparkling, lips inviting and ruby red. She ran her fingers through Marilyn’s long blond hair softly. “What a cute little baby,” she murmured, drinking in the bride-to-be’s blush before she leaned in close to kiss her wetly on the lips. “But you sure are stinky,” she commented mischievously, fanning her nose for emphasis and giving a throaty laugh when Marilyn groaned in embarrassment, turning her pretty face to the side to avoid her sweet tormentor's gaze.

     “Awww... is she embarrassed?” Virginia’s eyes flashed with matronly sadism. “Don’t worry, honey bunny,” she said, reaching out slowly towards the tapes on the front of the bulging, messy diaper, “mommy’s here to take care of it for you...”