Doubling Down Into Diapers Chapter Five (Patreon)

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Boy, you got a lotta nerve, buster! Vanessa thought, struggling against her bonds and squirming on the changing table, her fresh, warm diaper crinkling beneath her, her bare tits jiggling alluringly with every move she made, nipples firm and erect.

     “Temper temper, gorgeous,” Alex said, tickling fingers raking across her bare stomach and ribs, bring forth an immediate explosion of shrieking laughter from her. Vanessa kicked and cried, and was soon willing to do almost anything to stop the maddening tickling. “Not like you’ve got much choice, do you? Or would you rather I tickle you until you wet those diapers?”

     “NONONONONO!” She managed to cry between guffaws. “STOMPH!!” She grunted from behind the pacifier, nearly paralyzed with hilarity... especially when he dug into her soft, smooth armpits. “KKEEE-RIST!!” she screamed between peals of laughter. “E’NUHH!!” she cried, desperately signalling her submission.

     “Good,” he said, slowing (but not stopping) his maddening tickling. “You see, I... sponsored... a young lady’s entry into a local competition,” he explained smoothly, lightly tickling the soft, sensitive undersides of her breasts. “Sadly, the poor dear fell ill yesterday, and it looks like she’s not going to be able to make it.”

     Vanessa attempted glaring up at him contemptuously from behind her soother, but the continued tickling caused her to twitch and hiss spasmodically instead.  

     “Too bad... for her especially,” he said casually, “there’s a large cash prize involved, and we’d planned to split it between us.”  

     That got her attention. Stilling herself, Vanessa sucked in a deep breath through her nose, listening with narrowed eyes.

     “I belong to a little-- club,” he said with a strange smile. “We run occasional... events... for the entertainment and amusement of our members, as well as a small group of online subscribers.”

     She rolled her eyes. Weird live sex shows on the internet, huh? she thought. How tawdry. It wasn’t the first time she’d received such an offer, and frankly, Vanessa was a little disappointed... she’d have thought a guy like Alex West would have been into something a little more... interesting. I’m sure I can get a better offer in prison, she thought haughtily.

     But West, reading her expression, was quick to address her doubts. “It’s not what you’re thinking. Although there will likely be nudity involved, it’s really more of a contest.

     “Just for entering, you’ll earn ten thousand,” he said, noting how her eyes widened and she wriggled a bit on the table, “and if we win, well...”

     Bending down, he whispered a number in her ear that was so large it almost caused her to swallow her tongue. She looked up at him disbelievingly, but she could see he wasn’t lying to her. Nodding to signal her interest, she expected him to take out the pacifier so they could discuss it further... but instead, she found herself unshackled from the table and lifted into his arms. Gasping, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pressing her half-naked body into his... but not for long.

     He carried her across the room and loaded her into the nearby crib. After tugging a too-small t-shirt over her head, West slid the top rail up and locked it into place, imprisoning her. The crib was a padded cage, a twin-sized mattress enclosed on all sides by a set of tall, white, wooden bars, with another matching set of bars across the top. Glancing around, Vanessa quickly realized she was trapped, and she scooted over to the side on her knees, gripping the bars tightly and peering out at him accusingly... but either he didn’t notice or he ignored her, going over to the mini-fridge on the other side of the room.

     “Anyway... maybe you should sleep on it,” he said, taking a bottle of mysterious dark liquid from the fridge, which he promptly handed to her through the bars. Vanessa hesitantly accepted it, looking it over with a dubious expression. “Nighty night-- see you in the morning!”

     She grunted after him from behind the pacifier, but he simply turned off the lights and shut the door behind him, plunging the room into darkness.  

     In the crib, Vanessa threw herself down onto her tummy and pressed her face into the pillow, pouting. The situation was completely unfair... but she was thankful she wasn’t on her way to prison.

     She wasn’t planning to drink the bottle, suspecting that he may have put something in it... but as she lay in the darkness, she felt her mouth going dry, her tongue scraping along the roof like a match against a flint. She gripped the cool bottle longingly, imagining what it would feel like, filling her mouth and her belly with cool, sweet liquid. She lay in the dark, sweating and pondering her fate.

Should Vanessa drink the bottle?