Doll Face Chapter Thirteen (Patreon)

Late again with this... sorry the end of the month go so hectic again, everyone. As I said, I think we're getting close to the end on this one, we'll probably be wrapping it up somewhere around chapter fifteen.

“WHU’ TH’ FUK ISTH THITHS?” Marilyn cried, muffled by the pacifier that had been firmly strapped into her mouth.  In the stroller, she thrashed and fought against her bonds as best she could, struggling and straining to get out, her efforts ultimately defeated by the strap across the front of her torso, which did an excellent job of holding her in place. She kicked and stamped her feet on the floor, creating an awful racket in the church and drawing several stares in their direction.

     “Young lady, you hush!” Virginia shushed in a harsh whisper. “This is very important, and I expect you to be on your best behaviour! Don’t make me get tough with you,” she warned, and her tone was serious enough to get Marilyn back in her seat, sitting quietly... for the moment, anyway. With wide, staring eyes, she watched, listening to the minister’s sermon intently.

     Marilyn forced herself to settle back in her seat, seething. If this was someone’s idea of a joke, she certainly didn’t find it very funny! Could every person she knew really be in on some sort of elaborate prank? It didn’t seem possible, but she clung to the idea, praying that she was simply the butt of a very sick joke!

I’ll never forgive him! she fumed, boiling with rage as she watched Jason gaze deeply into Melissa’s eyes. And her! Oh boy, I can’t wait to get my hands on her! First I’ll rip her limp from limb... THEN I’m going to fire her, and then...

     Marilyn continued to silently rage, barely even paying attention to the ceremony as it progressed. So she was somewhat shocked when the minister reached the inevitable conclusion:

     “Do you, Melissa, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The minister said with great gravitas.

     “I do,” Melissa said, her voice bright and excited, her smile almost blinding.

Oh, she is SO dead! Marilyn raged internally, no longer caring if it was a joke or not... she intended to make her meek and mousy assistant suffer for this!

     The minister moved on. “And do you, Jason, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

     “I do,” he said, gazing upon her like she was the only woman in the world.

And you! Marilyn seethed internally, staring daggers at her fiancee. I swear by all that is holy, I’ll make you regret playing with me if it’s the last thing I ever do!

     “If anyone here,” the minister continued, smiling broadly, “can show just cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

     “MMMUUUMMPPHH!” Marilyn bellowed behind the pacifier, struggling violently against the bonds of her stroller. “RRRAAAGGG!” she grunted, her protests largely muffled behind the pacifier.

     But that didn’t stop Virginia from crouching down so she could look her bratty charge in the eye as she whispered: “young lady, you hush right now... don’t make me take you over my knee and give you a bare bottom spanking in front of all these people!”

     Seething with rage, Marilyn glared up at her, but knew she was in no position to call her bluff. As terrible as the situation was, earning herself a spanking in front of all the guests would just make things a million times worse. She had no idea how much longer she’d be sitting in this stroller, and she certainly had no desire to do it on a sore, red bottom.

     So she forced herself to sit still, biting down on the pacifier that had been stuffed into her mouth and returning her attention to the front of the church, just in time to see the climax of the festivities:

     “I now pronounce you man and wife,” the minister announce with pride. “You may kiss the bride!”

     Gripping the front of the stroller with white knuckles, her fingers digging into the material, Marilyn watched, glaring furiously, exhaling angrily through flared nostrils as Jason leaned forward to plant a smouldering smooch on Melissa’s pouty red lips.

     With images of murder dancing through her head, Marilyn watched the two objects of her rage seal their betrayal with a passionate lip lock, their joy and excitement palpable, her fury quickly reaching a boiling point. The absolute nerve of these two!

     Arm in arm, the pair exited the church to thunderous applause. Making halfhearted attempts at removing her bonds once more, the beautiful blonde Adult Baby was forced to stew in her own impotent anger as Jason and Melissa made their grand exit.

Following the wedding, Virginia took Marilyn back to her house. Days slipped into weeks, diaper changes, feedings, and baths (not to mention the occasional awkward, but blistering, sexual encounter) blended together. Marilyn began losing track of time, hours passing in a blur of infantile boredom and babyish embarrassments.

     By the time two weeks had gone by, Marilyn had lost track of time entirely, with no idea what day or even what month it was. She passed her time in the playpen, watching cartoons, slurping a bottle and losing her mind with inactivity. Fortunately, Virginia gave her a fair amount of time on her own in the nursery to ‘play’, and the sexy blonde generally used to time to exercise a bit... at least as well as her huge, bulky diapers would allow. This meant she was able to keep in shape-- to a degree, anyway. Virginia was constantly stuffing her with rich, creamy foods, constantly forcing her to drink bottles of whole milk or giving her sweets between meals. As a result, Marilyn’s formerly svelte, athletic body was developing a soft layer of baby fat, making her ass bigger, her tits rounder, and clinging to her hips, giving her an alluring, sensual hourglass figure.

     Of course, she watched these developments with concern, noting, with a slow-burning horror, the way her face developed a pleasant roundness, her cheeks full and red. Marilyn had taken on a healthy, womanly glow that her old routine of strict diet and exercise routine had robbed her of.

     Not that she saw it that way-- in Marilyn’s mind, Virginia was turning her into a disgusting pig, and she doubled her efforts to maintain her figure as best she could under the circumstances, though she did have to be careful-- a few days ago, Virginia had caught her doing some crunches, which resulted in Marilyn being turned over her lap and briskly spanked!

     Even more concerning was that fact that she seemed to be loosing control of her bodily functions, frequently wetting or messing herself without warning. Even worse, sudden extreme emotional upsets, such as a sudden shock of fear, often caused her bladder and bowels to void uncontrollably-- a condition that had caused her frequent embarrassments and was showing no signs of letting up.

    Virginia frequently took her for strolls around the neighbourhood in her pram, and Marilyn was frightened by the way she found herself treated by others-- with general amusement, as though she was and adult dressed as a toddler, but dismissed in conversation and social situations, like she was a real baby, leaving her trapped in a netherworld between adulthood and the nursery... and only Virginia seemed to know exactly what she really was.

     At last the day came when Virginia came to see Marilyn in the nursery. She was laying on her tummy in nothing but a diaper and a small, tight t-shirt, colouring with a box of crayons, absently sucking on a purple pacifier.

     “Marilyn?”

     She looked up towards the sticky sweet voice, gazing up at Virginia with board contempt. She resented the strange woman... resented the way she’d stolen her life and her identity, resented the way she’d reduced her to the level of a snivelling toddler, and resented the way she heaped infantile humiliations upon her day after day. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to hate Virginia for what she’d done-- in some strange way, Marilyn had enjoyed her little vacation away from the pressures and responsibilities of adulthood.

     But she was definitely ready to get back to her real life, and so it was with a twinge of annoyance that she gazed up at her host from behind the shield of her pacifier, receiving only that maddening smile in return.

      “And how are we doing today?”

     Scowling behind her pacifier, Marilyn gave her an annoyed grunt, drawing a chuckle in return.

     “That’s wonderful!” Virginia giggled, reaching down to give Marilyn’s blonde locks a tussle. “I hope you’re ready... I’ve got a very special surprise for you today!”