Doll Face Chapter Nine (Patreon)

Well, I was a little better this month, but I still have to cram the last two story entries into the last two days again... sorry everyone, hope you don't mind. Keep your eyes peeled for the next installment of Doubling Down tomorrow.

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Marilyn squeezed her eyes shut, trying to deny, to drown out the reality of her situation, forcing herself to imagine she was anywhere but here-- on her back, legs up, about to suffer through another humiliating (but oddly sexual) dirty diaper change. She pretended she was at the spa, being waited on by faithful attendants, or sunning herself on a beach somewhere, displaying her beautiful body to an appreciative world eager to drink in her womanly beauty.

      But no amount of imagination could block out the sensation of the filthy diaper being folded open, the feel of the poopy mess in the seat pealing away from her tushy making her bottom lip quiver. The stench blanketed the area almost immediately, leaving her in a fog of her own stink. Her eyes popped open, already misty with tears. She was greeted with the sight of Virginia’s face looming down over her, the ever present grin mysterious, forever resting somewhere between sympathy and mockery... it made the tears begin spilling freely from Marilyn’s eyes again.

     The diaper, completely soiled, the back panel sporting a thick, gooey stain that took up almost the entire seat, was rolled up and discarded into the nearby diaper pail with a heavy thump. Marilyn’s rump was similarly smeared, with each cheek thickly plastered with sticky mush, her butt-crack filled completely to the top with stinky brown mud. The posh Marilyn crinkled her upturned nose distastefully, squealing and kicking her feet, displaying a spoiled toddler’s distaste at wallowing in the mess she herself created.  

     “Oh, stop that fussing,” Virginia admonished, her voice sweet and lilting as she drew a wet-wipe from the container and gave her butt a tentative swipe at the mess before discarding it and taking another one. “I think this may take a while,” she said with a sigh, making a pass right up Marilyn’s butt-crack, making her shiver on the changing table.

     “Such a messy, messy baby,” Virginia said in her strangely hypnotic voice. “So helpless... so fragile... so... very... messy.”

     Marilyn squirmed, the words worming their way into her brain somehow. Virginia just ignored her protests like she would those of any other fussy baby, continuing to wipe away the muddy mess from the rounded domes of her plump, womanly bottom.

      Finally, she was clean again, her buns rosy and fresh. Marilyn couldn’t restrain a grateful sob, thankful to be free of her messy diaper. Smirking, Virginia didn’t hesitate, taking a tube of diaper rash ointment, squeezing a fat dollop onto her fingers and rubbing it into her seat.

     Marilyn wriggled and murmured in embarrassment and discomfort as the soothing cream was massaged into her fleshy buttocks and worked into her crack, a big glob of it smeared around her asshole with the tip of Virginia’s finger. She felt her legs pushed back even further so her rump could be dusted with powder, which was then patted in firmly. Marilyn squeezed her eyes shut and bit back a sob, the powder filling her nose with the scent of the nursery, making her feel just like an overgrown newborn.

Her legs were lowered, Marilyn recognizing the soft padding of a fresh pamper that had been slid beneath her bottom. Whining and blubbering, losing control over her emotions by inches, Marilyn felt her precious pink pussy being similarly lovingly coated in ointment and dusted with powder, which Virginia proceeded to pat in in gently with her palm. On the table, Marilyn shivered, curling and uncurling her toes in response to the conflicting and very confusing senses of humiliation, fear and arousal she was feeling, making her weep anew. Fun was fun, but she didn’t want to be trapped here anymore.

     “Darling whatever are you crying about?” Virginia asked faux innocent.

     The question simply made her humiliation and fear boil over, and Marilyn burst into babyish sobbing. “I wanna go home!” she wailed, kicking her feet and making her diapers crinkle.

    “Such a little crybaby! It just so happens we’re going to see your fiancee later today.”

     “>Sniffle sob< really?” her captive asked tearfully, rubbing the moisture from her eyes with balled-up fists.

     “Of course! Have I lied to you yet?” Virginia asked, her mysterious grin looking decidedly sinister.  

Marilyn sniffled, gazing up at her tormentor. Could it really be that simple? She doubted anything ever was with the strange and powerful Virginia.

     “But first, we need to get the baby diapered,” she emphasized her words by pulling the diaper up tight between her legs and sealing it shut, “and dressed. Come along,” Virginia said, picking Marilyn up with ease, wrapping her hand under her diapered backside and cradling her against her body. “We can’t have you running around naked all day!”

Marilyn instinctively wrapped her arms around Virginia’s neck, going limp and allowing her to lift her off the table and set her down again with no struggling or squirming. The promise of seeing her fiance again-- of having an opportunity to return to her normal life-- had convinced her to relax and simply go along with her neighbour's bizarre whims, at least for the moment.

Virginia sat her down in the center of the room and disappeared into the closet for a long moment. Nude but for her diaper, Marilyn couldn’t help but sneak a peek at herself in the mirror. Even in her frazzled state without make-up, she was still startlingly beautiful, her long blonde tassels flowing down over her bare shoulders, her skin perfectly and evenly tanned from hours of sunbathing in the nude. Her breasts, natural, round, perky, and firm, easily the rival of any centrefold. Her legs were long and smooth, perfectly formed like a dancer-- she was, in every way, a vision of feminine loveliness straight out of a dream...

     Except for the big bulky pamper, the king-sized cousin of the Huggies you would find in any diaper bag in America that was currently clinging to her round, womanly rump like grim death. Puffy, pink, and dotted with familiar cartoon faces, it bunched between her thighs like a bag of cement and bulged out in front and behind her-- so much so, it almost looked like she was wearing a beach ball. Her eyes misted over once more, and she was on the verge of crying again... but morbid curiosity forced her to turn this way and that, inspecting her thickly pampered rump from every angle, her embarrassment growing with every second.

Her stomach gave a hungry gurgle, making her wince. How she could be hungry after everything she’d been through, Marilyn could hardly fathom, but it was true, and she rubbed her belly absently, suddenly missing her usual breakfast of oatmeal and a smoothie.  

    Marilyn’s rumbly belly wasn’t lost on the eagle-eyed Virginia, who grinned, always pleased to play mommy when the opportunity presented itself. “Oh my. Well, before we get you dressed, I’d say it’s time for a little lunch,” Virginia said, scooping the diapered blonde up with ease, slipping a hand under her heavily padded backside, cradling her against her side and carrying her out of the room. Marilyn blushed and wrapped her legs and arms around her amazonian caregiver. It was incredibly demeaning to be carried around like a toddler, but she knew from experience that it wouldn’t do her any good to complain. With a little sigh, she rested her cheek against Virginia’s shoulder and simply allowed herself to be carried into the kitchen and set into the high-chair.

    It wasn’t until the tray was locked in place that Marilyn began worrying-- her captor did seem to have an innate way of subverting her desires and twisting them to her own ends... but she simply couldn’t worry about that now. Her tummy gave another painful grumble, demanding to be filled with something. So she forced herself to sit still and watch her deranged hostess rummage through the cupboard, hoping for the best.

     “Well, I can tell that we’ve got a hungry baby right now,” Virginia said, removing something from the pantry and closing the door behind her, “but you’re in luck, baby girl. I’ve got just what you need to fill your tummy and keep you nice and healthy.”

    She set a large jar on the tray in front of her with a loud clank. Marilyn checked the label, frowning when she read Strained Prunes in large purple letters.