Doll Face Chapter Ten (Patreon)

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“Here we go,” Virginia said, retrieving a large spoon from a nearby drawer. She twisted the jar open with a noisy pop, the sickly sweet odour of strained prunes filled the air, making Marilyn’s delicate nose twitch distastefully. She peered into the jar cautiously, gagging at the sight of the dark, purplish brown lumps in mushy, goopy liquid. It looked quite unpalatable, and Virginia chuckled when she saw her reluctant house guest turn up her cute little nose at it-- Silly thing, she thought, amused. As if she’s got a choice in the matter!

     She dipped the spoon into the jar and scooped out a heaping load of lumpy prunes which she brought towards Marilyn’s reluctant lips. “Come on, sweetie,” the raven haired beauty encouraged softly, “open the hanger, here comes the airplane.”

Well, Marilyn thought, reluctantly complying to allow the first spoonful into her mouth, how bad can it be?

     She received her answer moments later, after Virginia eagerly shovelled the first heaping spoonful into her waiting mouth. Marilyn gagged, her face contorting sourly, the prunes awful and lumpy and slimy in her mouth. Screwing her eyes closed, she forced herself to chew, then, with great difficulty, swallowed the mushy mass.

     “UUUgghh!” She groaned, sticking her tongue out distastefully. “GROSS!” she declared, much to the amusement of Virginia, who simply loaded up another spoonful and brought it up to her lips, ‘accidentally’ smearing the icky sauce onto Marilyn’s lips and chin when she hesitated.

     “Come on, sweetie-pie... open up for mama,” she purred, forcing the spoon past the struggling blonde babe’s lips and into her mouth.

     There was nothing Marilyn could do but take the prunes in, chew them mechanically and force them down her throat, nearly gagging in the process. She felt the cool mass slither wetly down into her belly, filling the empty space and satisfying her hunger... but at what cost?

     “YUCK!” She complained, smacking her lips in an attempt to get the taste out of her mouth. Virginia took advantage, quickly spooning up another big helping and pushing it into Marilyn’s open mouth once more, grinning when the sexy blonde adult baby grimaced, a little excess mush dribbling down her chin and onto her bare chest. She choked down the unappetizing slop and followed it up with a sizable belch, turning red with embarrassment in response.

     “Oopsie! Slow down, honey,” Virginia admonished, teasingly, spooning up another load of prunes and shovelling it into Marilyn’s waiting mouth, “we’ve still got over half the jar left!

     In the chair, the pretty blonde babe emitted a pitiful whimper, gagging as she forced down yet another mouthful of yucky prunes, which joined the rest of her meal in a mushy, slimy lump in her belly, which grew larger with every bite. True, her hunger pains had been alleviated, but she just knew it was going to wreak havoc on her stomach.

     She pushed it out of her mind and forced herself to keep up with Virginia’s feeding, chewing and swallowing until the jar was empty and Marilyn felt like she was about to burst. Overstuffed and lethargic, her face a gooey mess, the adorable blonde settled back with a noisy belch, blushing in spite of the relief it brought to her bloated guts.

     “Oh honey,” Virginia said with a gleam in her eye. “You’re such a good little girl! You ate up the whole thing for me!”

     In response, Marilyn simply groaned, uncomfortably, leaned to one side and lifted a dainty butt cheek so she could cut a big, greasy fart. In the past, the snooty society queen would never even consider doing anything so uncouth in front of another person... but there was little point in being modest now, and as she settled back in her seat, she realized she didn’t even care about Virginia crinkling her nose and giggling in her direction. Having alleviated her bloated discomfort, at least or a moment, she sat back and sighed contentedly.

     “Oh my!” Virginia chuckled, fanning her face. “You do have a full little belly now, don’t you sweetheart?”

     Marilyn blushed and looked away, unable to meet the other woman’s gaze as her face was wiped clean with a wet cloth. The tray was removed from the high-chair, and the diapered beauty was scooped up under her arms and carried effortlessly from the room. “Time to get you dressed up,” Virginia said, hefting her pampered charge and carrying her down the hallway and into the nursery.

     Finding herself plopped down on the floor on her thickly diapered tushy, Marilyn apprehensively watched Virginia throw open the closet and begin rooting around, scanning through all the outfits she had collected over the years, searching for the perfect one for her cute little charge.

     “OK, babykins,” Virginia said, emerging from the closet at last, a heaping bundle of clothes piled up in her arms. “Time to play dress-up!”

Marilyn gaped down at the heaping mound of cloth her deranged host had gathered. In a flash, Virginia had tugged a pink t-shirt over her head and had already threaded her arms through the sleeves before she had time to read the read glittering lettering that labelled her Princess Poopy Pants. A pair of matching shorts were tugged up her legs-- very brief, and so tight they barely fit over her bulging pampers.

    “That’s cute!” Virginia said, reaching out to turn her in place. Catching a glance at herself in the mirror, the distance between her beautiful, adult body and her ridiculous outfit gave Marilyn a sense of vertigo. Staring at the embarrassing slogan on her shirt, combine with the obvious diaper that was bulging out of her tiny shorts at the waist and leg bands, she couldn’t imagine being paraded around in something so embarrassing.

The outfit was stripped off and placed into the ‘maybe’ pile before selecting a second outfit-- a tight purple t-shirt beneath a pink and white pair of shorty-pant overalls that were tight at the waist and thighs to accentuate her bulging diaper butt. Virginia declared her “darling” and again had Marilyn twist and turn in place so she could get a good look from every angle before once again stripping her down to her pampers.

Finally, Virginia selected a pair of semi-translucent white tights with three rows of pink ruffles across the seat. These were drawn up her legs and tugged into place over her bulky diaper, and Virginia couldn’t resist giving her ruffled rump a few solid pats. The frothy, frilly dress was next, a satin creation of frills and bows and petticoats, it’s hem barely reaching below her ruffled bum. The style was utterly childish, the sort of thing a toddler might wear to a fancy dinner-- but it was cut to emphasize the sexy curves of her womanly body, including a plunging neckline that showed off the alluring swells of her breasts. A pair of semi-translucent white tights came next, the tight, form fitting material accentuating her long, dancers legs.

A wide-brimmed bonnet was tied under her chin, followed by a pair of shiny patent leather Mary-Jane shoes that were buckled to her feet. After twirling her in place a couple of times, Virginia smiled and declared “that’s the one!”

Marilyn looked down at herself, disbelieving. She briefly wondered where her host had managed to obtain such ridiculous clothes-- ridiculous and embarrassing, she realized, catching sight of herself in the mirror. The clothing was gloriously infantile, yet still emphasized her gorgeous, womanly figure, her sexy cleavage prominently displayed, contrasting nicely with her narrow waist. Beneath her tights, the diaper accentuated the curves of her hips and the sexy swell of her butt, giving her a cartoonishly exaggerated hour-glass figure.  

A cute, pink and white bonnet was tied under her chin, the crowing touch of her new infantile look. She gazed into the mirror, trembling when she saw how gloriously ridiculous she looked... how completely her identity had been subverted. She turned this way and that, looking herself over from head-to-toe, grudgingly admiring the way Virginia had made her look so completely babyish while never leaving any doubt that beneath it all she was a beautiful, sexy adult woman. Her cheeks flared crimson when she spied the three rows of frothy pink frills across the seat of her tights, both calling attention to her bulky backside and somehow making it look even bigger.

She turned as quickly as she could with the thick bulk of her pampers forcing her thighs apart, facing her tormentor with blushing cheeks, wilting under the woman’s hypnotic gaze and sinister smile.