Doll Face Chapter Fifteen (Patreon)

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“In you get, darling!” Virginia said, ushering Marilyn along with a couple of firm pats to her crinkling backside, the diaper beneath her little girl outfit bulging obviously beneath her dress. “Plunk that pampered bottom right here!” Virginia said, patting the seat of the stroller that Marilyn had learned to dread the sight of.

     Slowly, reluctantly, the sexy blonde beauty complied, settling her thickly pampered buns into the seat. She had no desire to be paraded around in these ridiculous baby clothes, her newfound status as an overgrown Adult Baby on full display for everyone to see. It was an almost painfully humiliating situation for a fully grown, beautiful adult woman to be in... but if she resisted, she’d just earn herself a spanking and the additional humiliation of rolling around in her stroller with a sore, spanked butt under her diaper.

     So she passively lowered herself into the seat and placed her feet on the footrests in front of her, allowing Virginia to eagerly strap and buckle her into place. Marilyn simple sucked her binkie and kept her squirming to a minimum... after all, what would be the point? Virginia had a tendency to get what she wanted, regardless of how much resistance she received.

     The seat belt was pulled down and buckled into place between her legs, followed by thick, leather straps that were buckled around her wrists, fastening them to the sides of the stroller, rendering escape effectively impossible.

     “Off we go!” Virginia announced cheerfully, closing and locking the door behind them.

     “How many times will I have to endure this humiliation?” Marilyn thought, fighting back a sob, trying to avoid the faces of the pedestrians gawking at her as Virginia rolled her down the street. She had lost count at this point of exactly how many times she’d been put on display in this manner in front of the entire neighborhood, and it never ceased to be anything other than completely and utterly mortifying, leaving her blushing and cringing.

      Squirming in a futile attempt at getting comfortable, she succeeded only in making her diaper crinkle noisily beneath her bottom. As usual, people were staring, smiling, even pointing and giggling in her direction, and she couldn’t really blame them... she did look gloriously silly.

     Virginia walked briskly, her high heels clacking with every step she took, smiling and nodding hello to people as they passed. The wheels of the stroller crunched against the pavement, bouncing slightly every time it rolled over a crack in the sidewalk. The sun was bright and hot in the sky; the breeze cooling things off just right, and Virginia took her time, enjoying her stroll.

     Marilyn tried to pay attention to their surroundings, both to try and figure out where they were going and to take her mind off of her latest public humiliation. They were soon walking past the barriers of their usual spots, the park and the coffee shop were both in the opposite direction. She frowned, trying and failing to guess what their destination would be. They turned down a street that she seemed to recognize... yet although she was sure she recognized both the street and its name, the pretty blonde was unable to place them.

     “Oh my God-- look at her diapers!” she clearly heard one girl snicker to her grinning boyfriend, bring a fierce blush to her cheeks. Was she fated to endure this humiliation for the rest of her life?

      She was still feeling sorry for herself when the stroller came to a surprise halt. “Here we are, honey!”

     Surprised, Marilyn glanced up confused. She didn’t recognize this building... and yet, there was something familiar about it. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew someone who lived here... but who could it be?

     Wracking her brain, she quickly ran through a list of friends and acquaintances and couldn't come up with a single name. So why did she find herself so filled with anxiety at the thought of going inside?

     Virginia didn’t give her any time to ponder it. She rolled the stroller up to the front door and hit the button on the intercom without a moment’s hesitation.

     “Hello?” The voice from the speaker was familiar, but fuzzy enough that Marilyn couldn’t place it.

     “It’s us!” Virginia responded cheerfully.

     The sound of Virginia’s knuckles rapping on the door of the apartment made Marilyn jump in her stroller.

     “Just a minute!” a voice called out from the other side, followed by the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer. The sound filled the beautiful blonde Adult Baby with a nameless dread... but why? Why did she feel as though she’d visited this place before, in some distant, mostly forgotten dream? And why was she so afraid, not so much of what she’d see behind the door, but what it represented... a totally new phase in her life.

      The door opened. Marilyn squeaked, a shock of fear running down her spine, the diaper beneath her growing warm and wet as her bladder involuntarily released, soaking her pampers with piss in a long, hot gush. Her bottom lip quivered, and her feet began stomping against the footrests against her will, squeezing her eyes shut instinctively, futilely trying to escape the nightmare that had manifested before her.

      “Well hey there cutie!” Melissa’s voice was unmistakable, and Marilyn’s eyes popped open wide, staring, running the awful mathematics of the situation in her mind as it dawned on her what was happening here, even as she tried to deny it.

      She was greeted by the sight of her former assistant beaming down at her brightly, her smile brilliant and genuinely happy to see her, without a hint of condescension or sarcasm, and Marilyn realized, with horror, that Melissa couldn’t have been more happy if her former employer actually was her real child.

     “It’s been so long since I saw you!” Melissa squealed, delighted, unstrapping Marilyn from the stroller and lifting her up under her arms effortlessly. The sexy blonde Adult Baby gasped, wrapping her legs around Melissa’s waist when she pulled her close and slipped a hand under her butt for support.

      “I missed this cute little diaper butt!” She said, pulling Marilyn in for a big, wet kiss on the cheek. The diapered blonde frowned and wiped her cheek, drawing good natured chuckled from the two ‘adults.’

     “Did she behave herself?” Melissa asked Virginia, jostling Big Baby Marilyn in her arms with perfect ease.  

     “Well,” Virginia confessed with a naughty grin, “I DID have to put her over my knee a couple of times...”

      “You naughty thing!” Marilyn said, giving her padded backside a good-natured swat with her open palm. “Did you make Virginia spank this naughty bottom?”

     Marilyn’s mouth dropped and she sputtered for a long moment before she was able to respond. “’MAKE HER’?! She was all...!”

      “Hush,” Melissa said, casually popping a soother into her mouth. “Big babies should be seen and not heard, right Virginia?”

      She giggled and winked at Marilyn, making her bite down on the pacifier and glare angrily, fuming impotently.  s to focus on being cute and using her diapers, not fussing and making life difficult for the grown-ups!”

      She giggled and winked at Marilyn, making her bite down on the pacifier and glare angrily, fuming impotently.  

      “Anyway, come in, the both of you... I know someone else who missed this diapered cutie almost as much as I did!” Melissa exclaimed, giving her bulging diaper booty a squeeze for emphasis.

      She turned and carried Marilyn into the apartment as easily as a real baby. “Honey?” she called into the apartment, “there’s someone here who wants to see you!”

      Marilyn cringed when she heard the footsteps coming towards them, growing louder with every step.

      She knew what was coming, but the sheer humiliation of her situation still caused her to burst into tears when her former fiancée entered the room, grinning happily.

      “There she is!” he said happily, crossing over to greet her.