Doll Face Chapter Fourteen (Patreon)

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Her morning began with a large bowl of oatmeal, with a big batch of prunes for dessert. Marilyn’s diaper was already soggy and swollen after a night in the crib, and the material was wet and squishy under her bum, squelching audibly with every move of her bottom, the cool, clammy, material clinging wetly to her buttocks. Her skin was beginning to itch, and Marilyn hurriedly chewed and swallowed in hopes that she could finish her meal quickly and get out of her soaking wet pampers.

     Eventually, after her lips, chin, and even the end of her nose had been thoroughly smeared, the bowl was empty and her belly was round and full and tight as a drum. Marilyn couldn’t contain a shockingly huge belch, then sat by blushing as Virginia cleaned her face with a cool, wet cloth. Released from her chair, she found herself over Virginia’s shoulder being patted firmly on the back to coax the gas from her tummy. Marilyn blushed when Virginia’s efforts were rewarded by a couple of loud belches and punctuated by a huge, gassy fart that rumbled her diaper and blanketed the room in a thick, gassy stench.

     Virginia chuckled in her ear, and Marilyn blushed, burrowing her face in her tormentor’s shoulder. But the truth was, she was hardly even embarrassed about such things anymore. After God-only-knew how many weeks in Virginia’s care, the lack of privacy and the inability to deal with any of her bodily functions in a normal, adult fashion had caused her extreme prudishness and modesty to slip quite a few notches, and she’d settled into the habit of simply wetting, messing, belching and farting whenever the urge struck her. Marilyn couldn’t help but worry what the long term effects of such a routine would be... now that she’d started, could she ever break the habit now? Or was she destined to wear diapers forever now?

     She didn’t have time to think about it for long. Before she knew it, Virginia had stripped her naked and soon she was in the middle of a hot, sudsy bath. Of course, she wasn’t permitted to bathe herself... Virginia ran the soapy washcloth over her shiny, naked body, running it over her most intimate parts. As her pussy and asshole were tickled and teased, Marilyn found herself getting aroused again. The sensation filled her with shame, but she no longer resisted-- Orgasms from Virginia were now one of the high points of her day.

     But there was no time for fun this morning. Virginia obviously had something up her sleeve... she rushed through the morning’s bath, dried her off, and diapered her quickly after oiling and powdering her butt and pussy.

     After that, she found herself sitting on the floor in Marilyn’s bedroom, naked but for the soft, fluffy pamper beneath her freshly powered bottom, working a soother in and out of her mouth. Basking in the morning sunlight, she slurped her pacifier, watching Virginia strip off her robe, revealing her sexy, naked body with its pale skin, dark nipples set in the middle of her large, heavy breasts, and the lustrous thatch of thick, black pubic hair between her thighs. She shot the cute, blonde Adult Baby a knowing smile before she turned, proudly displaying the rounded mounds of her muscular buttocks as she disappeared into the closet to select an outfit for the day.

     She returned, dressing herself slowly, aware of Marilyn’s eyes on her as she did. Slurping on her pacifier, the blonde studied her host’s body... she had to admit, the witch knew how to take care of herself. She watched the woman dress, her loins stirring lazily in her diaper as she slid a slinky set of silky black panties and a matching bra onto her lean, sexy body. Stockings came next, the translucent black material clinging to her legs in a most appealing way.

      A matronly dress followed, strangely old fashioned, like something you might see on a ‘50s sitcom, but Virginia wore it very well, the plunging neckline calling attention to her lovely, pale bosom.

     When she was dressed, Virginia lifted Marilyn into her arms and carried her into the nursery to be dressed. The blonde babe stood by obediently, hardly rolling her eyes at all as she was dressed in an outfit that was infantile, even by her usual standards. A white and pink satin dress with ribbons and bows, frills and ruffles, along with a very low-cut top that exposed and emphasized her cleavage. A matching pink diaper-cover was tugged up her smooth, bare legs and pulled into place over her crinkly diaper, three rows of frills drawing the eye right to her bulging, crinkling bottom. Her long blonde hair was banded up into pigtails and tied in place with pink ribbons, and a matching pink pacifier was popped into her mouth to keep her quiet.

      Marilyn sucked the rubber nipple apprehensively, wondering about what Virginia had planned for her today, but knowing better than to ask. She’d learned a long time ago that making inquiries were pointless at best, and a quick route to a good spanking at worst.

      A pair of frilly white ankle socks were pulled onto her dainty feet, followed by a set of shiny, black patent leather Mary-Jane shoes with big brass buckles.

      Gazing at herself in the mirror, Marilyn saw a grotesque parody of little-girl femininity staring back at her. The outfit was gloriously infantile in every detail, the kind of think over-eager mothers put their special baby girl’s into when she wanted to show her off to friends and relatives, the her bulky crotch and bulging rump making it obvious, even at a glance, that she was heavily diapered.

     Yet the clothing was also designed to complement her womanly figure. Her long, sexy legs were bare from her ankles up, the curves of her body accentuated by it’s fine tailoring, her tits prominently displayed before her. The thick padding of her diaper made her tushy stick out behind her alluringly, and the bulk between her legs forced her thighs apart, making her waddle with every crinkly step she took.

      The cumulative effect was surreal-- she had never looked more gorgeous, but she doubted she’d ever looked more gloriously infantile in her life, not even when she really was a baby. A wave of dizzy embarrassment washed over her, especially when she realized they would be going out in public. Nobody was ever horrified or outraged when they encountered her in the street, and everyone always seemed to treat her like the infant she was dressed as... yet she could see in their eyes that they could see what she really was, and the shame of their gaze left her steaming and trembling with embarrassment.

     “There!” Virginia said, looking her over with pride. “Oh honey, you look adorable!” she said, pinching Marilyn’s cheek and making her wince. “I think this is the prettiest outfit yet, don’t you?” she asked tugging the soother out of her mouth.

     Checking the mirror again, Marilyn was forced to agree. If it was the beautiful young witch’s intention to make her look as sweetly babyish and blisteringly sexy as possible at the same time, she’d certainly succeeded.

     “Yes, mommy,” she said meekly, receiving a brilliant smile in return.

     “I knew you’d think so,” Virginia said gleefully, wrapping her arms around the totally infantilized blonde, gripping her thickly padded diaper-butt and pulling her in for a smoldering kiss.