Doubling Down Into Diapers Chapter Four (Patreon)

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“Hey! Where are you taking me?!” Vanessa screeched, trying and failing to tear her wrist away as Howard dragged her down the hall. Still wet with pee from the waist down, her feet slipped and slid against the tiles beneath them, and she struggled to keep up and maintain her balance. Her dress was still hiked up at the back, the plump mounds of her buttocks, still glowing red from her recent spanking, jiggling adorably behind her with every step.

     “Let’s go!” Howard commanded firmly, reaching back to land a casual swat to her roasted rump.

     “OWW! You bast-- YEEOWW!” She cried, another blistering spank making her prance briefly in place.

     “Here we are,” he said with a sinister chuckle, opening an innocent looking door and propelling her inside with a swat.

     “YEOUCH!” Vanessa shrieked, her hands going instinctively to her abused backside, trying to rub out the sting. Her eyes were blurry, her ass searing behind her, and it took her a long moment to realize where she was and another moment to figure out what was happening.

     “Oh... my... God!”

     It was the crib that first drew her attention-- expertly constructed and lovingly painted in pink and red, perfect for a baby girl-- assuming that baby girl was about 5”4’ and weighed about 108 pounds! The entire room had been expertly decorated along the same theme: appeal to a 2 year old girl, size for a grown woman!

     Overwhelmed by the pastel pinks and yellows, Vanessa instinctively took a step back towards the door, halted only by Howard’s grip on her arm. “Whoa! Listen... I don’t know what you think is going to happen here, but-- mmmpphh!” the final part of her statement was cut off by a fat rubber nipple being pushed into her mouth. Stunned, she didn’t realize it was being strapped and buckled in firmly around the back of her head, effectively silencing her, until it was too late.

     “Wuh ‘r’ yuh duuggh?!” she mumbled, eyes as wide as pie plates.  

     By way of answer, Howard casually reached down and tugged her dress up over her head, stripping her naked in seconds. With a small cry, Vanessa covered her nudity, shooting him and outraged look and receiving in return, not the smirking leer she might have expected, but a steely, confident determination that made her gulp. She knew there would be no dissuading him from whatever he was planning to do to her.

     Slipping his hands under her arms, he lifted her into the air with ease, and she was alarmed to discover how strong he was. In seconds, he had her spread out on the table, sinking into the soft leather, the paper cover crinkling beneath her. Taking first her wrists, then her ankles, he restrained each one of them with a fuzzy cuff, immobilizing her.  

     “LEMME GGGUUUHHH!” Vanessa grunted furiously from behind her pacifier gag, thrashing against her bonds. A sudden, sharp slap to her thigh made her squeal and thrust her pelvis into the air to avoid any further swats. When her bottom came down again, there was something other than paper beneath her sensitive buns... something thick and cottony that she couldn’t identify, but still felt oddly familiar...

     She felt something pulled up between her legs, felt something pressing tightly against her neatly trimmed pussy. Glancing down sharply, she let out a scream:

     “IM TAT A DI-POR?!” She shrieked, thrashing as best she could against her bonds. But she was unable to prevent him from sealing the over-sized pamper tightly around her waist. Behind her pacifier, Vanessa gazed down at her diapered crotch in horror, then up at him, watching in sick fascination as he made small adjustments and tucked all the loose pieces in until it looked and fit just like a real baby diaper. Though she was grateful to have at least half of her naked body covered, the pamper only served to underline her total helplessness in this situation.  

     “There we go,” he said, softly raking his fingernails across her bare torso and grinning when she twitched ticklishly in response, her perfectly formed titties jiggling alluringly in time with her struggles. Behind the pacifier, she let out a helpless, giggly squeal. Beautiful blonde Vanessa’s sensitive skin had always been exceedingly ticklish... she squirmed uselessly against her bonds futilely trying to stop him, the thick plastic diaper crinkling loudly under her butt.  

     “You know Vanessa,” he said, tickling her pale white belly, “you probably don’t realize it, but you’re a very lucky girl.”

     Vanessa was too busy writhing in ticklish agony to shoot him a disbelieving glare.

     “It’s true! If you tried to swindle me on any other day, you’d be cooling your cute little buns in a jail cell right now... Luckily for you, you came along at just the right time-- I could really use your help with something.”

Is this guy serious?! Vanessa screamed inside her head, thrashing and howling with involuntary laughter, his fingers dancing lightly across the soft, pale flesh of her belly.  

     “I know... it’s probably hard to believe,” he said, slowing his tickling to almost nothing, “but just here me out-- after all, it’s not like you’re going anywhere anytime soon, is it darling?”

The poll question this week is probably a minor thing for most of you, but it’s something that’s been bugging me for a while. Before we get to that, though, I like everyone to start thinking about what you’d like to see in the upcoming competition... what do you think it should look like (beauty contest, reality TV etc.), what kind of “events” you want to see (laxative roulette? Best baby act?) etc. Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Also, I’ll probably hold another vote at some point to pick some other contestants, so start thinking about that too. But first:

I really hate the name John Howard, it’s kind of driving me nuts. Would you mind if I changed it and what do you think it should be?