Brenda Hits The Skids Part Three (Patreon)

Chapter Eight

We were about half-way through our lunch when I saw that familiar funny look cross Brenda’s face. I smiled, sitting back to savour my coffee and eat my lunch slowly, ready to enjoy the little show I was about to be witness to. Across the table, Brenda was frowning and squirming uncomfortably in her seat, the color draining from her face. It was obvious to the trained observer that she was about to move her bowels again... probably at her lunch too quickly again, I thought smugly, watching her squirm across the table.

     I allowed the spectacle to continue for a long moment, amused as Brenda ignored her food to wriggle uncomfortably in her seat. She’d do her best to hold it in, of course... she’d struggle and strain and squeeze those tight little buns as hard as she could... but in the long run, we both knew where this was going to end up, and it wasn’t in the toilet. If there was one thing I’d learned about Brenda in the past few months, it was that she didn’t possess large amounts of self control.

     I ate my lunch slowly, taking my time to chew each bite and enjoy every sip of my coffee. Brenda’s squirming grew more frantic with every passing second, and as she became more energetic with her wiggling, I distinctly noticed a hint of the telltale crinkle of the thick plastic diapers I’d put her in that morning.

     Putting Brenda back in diapers had really been a no brainer-- her accidents had been getting more frequent, and it seemed like she was slowly unlearning how to use the toilet. Of course, it might have had something to do with the healthy new diet I’d put her on-- ultra-high in fibre and roughage to make sure she was nice and regular (not to mention the occasional laxative, to keep her on her toes.) these days, poor Brenda dreaded passing gas... she never knew when the next fart was going to bring another messy accident in her pants.

     “Um,” she began awkwardly, already starting to blush.

     “Yes, dear?” I asked, smiling as I took another sip of coffee. She squirmed under my gaze, trying to bring herself to say something.

     “Can we go soon? I have to go to the bathroom,” she said with quiet urgency.

     “I’m just about done, honey. Go ahead and use your pampers if you have to,” I said, just a little too loudly. Her red face went suddenly pale, and she checked around to see if anyone was listening. I smiled and took another bite of lunch. I knew Brenda had to be reaching the end of her resolve... only the fear of messing her diaper in a crowd of people could spur her to call attention to her plight and risk further public embarrassment.

     Sure enough, just a few moments later, a great, farty rumble emerged from across the table-- muffled by the diaper, but still clear enough for me to hear it. I wondered for a moment if anyone at any of the nearby tables had heard something... but I didn’t spend too much time thinking about it because I knew the afternoon’s entertainment had arrived.

     No matter how many times I saw it, I was always impressed and amused by watching Brenda mess her diapers. You’ve probably heard the term “explosive diarrhea;” but just imagine, for a moment, a gallon of mushy poop erupting out of her all at once, utterly filling her pampers to the brim in a matter of moments, usually accompanied by a disgusting, burbly, farting eruption. I watched her cheeks start glowing bright red, unable to suppress a smile as she squirmed and wiggled in her seat, emitting a series of soft grunts and moans as she uncontrollably filled her diaper with a gooey mess, accompanied by a series of embarrassing squishy sounds. Brenda glanced around discreetly, cheeks burning bright red.

     “Uh oh,” I said, smirking, forking another bite into my mouth, “tummy trouble again, dear?”

     Blushing, she gave me a dirty look and I think she was about to say something...but instead, she responded by passing gas, louder than before, and gasping, a second round of muddy poop detonating into her diaper. Brenda’s eyes bulged, and she tried to stifle the various cute little noises she made as her colon involuntarily released an enormous load of mushy mess into her puffy white diaper with a loud, gooey fart.

     I chuckled, watching the various competing emotions crossing her face-- surprise at having accidentally messed herself in public, embarrassment, and nervousness as she prayed the incident had gone unnoticed. It seemed that I’d been the only one who’d heard her-- she was in the clear, for the moment.

     I slowly ate and sipped my drink, smiling as I watched her squirm uncomfortably in her completely loaded diaper, the mess inside compressing between the hard chair and her soft, supple buttocks, squishing and smearing with every tiny twitch. “Can we go?” she whispered urgently, her cute little face crinkling as she wriggled in her poopy pampers.

     “In a minute,” I said with a smile, “I want to finish my lunch first.” She gave me a dirty look, but I just smiled at her. “I told you to be careful with that coffee honey... you know how it upsets your tummy.”

     “Shut up!” she hissed, blushing... the last thing she wanted was an I-told-you-so.

       We sat for another few minutes, I enjoying my lunch and poor Brenda blushing and squirming in her messy diaper, slyly glancing from side to side to see if anyone was looking. Her pampers were thick... but I was sure I could detect a hint of that now familiar poopy smell in the air.

     “Are you ready for the check?” the waitress asked pleasantly, and I had to smirk when I noticed her nose twitching. Brenda must’ve saw it too-- I almost laughed when I looked over and saw her blushing guiltily.

     “Please,” I said, “I think my companion has a load on her mind.”

     Brenda glared at me as the waitress bustled off.  I smiled and raised my cup to her before downing the last of my coffee.

Chapter Nine

We walked home, taking the scenic route through the park. Even though her pants were loose, the bulky outline of Brenda’s full, bulging diaper was still visible through the material. She eyed the ladies room longingly, but I gripped her hand tightly and leaned over to whisper in her ear: “If you even think about making a break for it, I’ll haul your pants down and spank you right on the seat of your poopy diaper... right before I change you on the grass in front of everyone.”

     She gave me a nervous look, and decided not to test me. We walked home (well, I walked... Brenda waddled beside me, grimacing with every mushy step.) I ushered her into the house with a swat the her bulging, squishy rump, making her squeal and scurry through the door.

     I’d barely gotten the door shut behind me before I was untying Brenda’s shoes and tugging them off before whisking her pants down to expose her shapely bare legs and bulky white diaper-- which was now sporting a big brown stain on the back. “Into your room and wait by the changing table, young lady,” I commanded. “I’ll be in to change you in a moment.”

     Brenda scurried off, blushing the whole way, her messy pampers wobbling behind her. I smiled and watched her go, taking my time as I took off my jacket and shoes before I made my way to her room.

     I’d changed Brenda’s room to match her new status-- the adult-sized crib, high chair, inflatable playpen, and of course the changing table were bought off the internet, as were most of the clothes I’d added to her wardrobe. Per our updated arrangement, Brenda was permitted to keep a small stash of adult clothes to wear in public (provided they fit over her bulky adult diapers)... but at home, it was baby time for Brenda 24/7. I reached out, picked her up under her arms, and set her squarely on her messy diaper bottom on the padded surface of the changing table, grinning as she winced and squirmed, feeling the messy load in her diapers mushed against her backside once more.

     “Lay back so we can get your little tushy changed... boy, do you stink!” I teased, making her blush as I tore the front tapes open and slowly peeled down the front panel. “Whoa! What have we been feeding you?” I jokingly asked, making her blush and look away as the contents of her thoroughly soiled pamper came into view. “Phew!” I exclaimed, fanning my face. The mess was gooey and slimey and caked thickly across her butt-cheeks.

     “I knew I was going to have my work cut out for me,” I sighed, taking the wet wipe and started cleaning her off. “It seems like only yesterday I found those messy, skid-marked panties, Brenda... Did you ever think that six months later I’d be changing your dirty diapers?” I asked with amusement. Brenda blushed and looked away.

     I wiped her off, wiping until her butt was all clean and shiny. She squirmed in tickly embarrassment as I rained powder her her upturned rump, and I had to give her a firm spank to settle her down before I patted it in. I repeated the process on her front, “accidentally” brushing up against her exposed pussy (neatly shaved for better hygiene), until she her hips began to move suggestively...

     I tugged the diaper up firmly between her thighs and sealed her hot little pussy up tight behind layers to thick crinkly plastic, smiling as she huffed, looking away in frustration. Brenda’s new lifestyle had made getting a date rather difficult, and it had been a few weeks since she’d had any male “companionship”... a foreign concept for Brenda, who’d had a steady stream of boyfriends for almost her entire life.

     I got her dressed... a simple, cotton t-shirt, short enough to reveal her belly button, and two sizes too tight to emphasize her large, succulent breasts. The diaper was all she wore on the bottom, hugely padded in both front and back, forcing her smooth, shapely legs apart and leaving them totally bare.

     “Now: I’m going out tonight, so I got you a sitter... your friend Jade!” I said cheerfully, making Brenda groan and blush. Her old friends from the strip club loved to visit and heap on the humiliation. “I want you to go out to the living room and watch cartoons until she gets here.”

     She nodded and started towards the door, diaper crinkling with every step. “Brenda,” I said archly, freezing her in place, “how do we get around in the house?”

     She shoot me a look over her shoulder, her face going bright red, and I could tell she was fuming. But her only other choice was a spanking, and she certainly didn’t want that... especially before Jade showed up. Reluctantly, blushing bright red, she slowly lowered herself to her hands and knees.

     “There... isn’t that much better?” I asked with a patronizing smile.

     She nodded, blushing, her nostrils flaring. Slowly, she crawled out of the room and down the hall toward the TV, bulky diapered butt crinkling the whole way behind her.

Chapter Ten

“Hey there, cutie!” Jade’s sing-song voice dripped with sarcasm as she bent down to peer over the top rail of the playpen. Inside, Brenda blushed, fuming at the idea of being babysat by someone the same age as her-- someone she was once socially equal to, and was even friends with. She looked down at her toys ruefully and sighed.

     “Brenda darling,” I said sternly, “don’t be rude... come and give your auntie Jade a nice kiss.”

     Cheeks burning the whole way, Brenda crawled over to Jade and reached over the railing with both arms to give her a hug and a peck on the cheek. Jade responded by taking hold of Brenda’s chin and holding her in place for a smouldering, wet kiss with plenty of tongue. Jade was a notorious tease, and she knew Brenda hadn’t had a man in a while, so she sadistically enjoyed turning the impotently diapered Brenda on, teasing her to the very edge of coming... only to cruelly deny her gratification at the last second.

     “Mmmm... we’re going to have so much fun tonight!” she purred, and I smiled, suddenly sorry that I had to go out and miss it.

     “You be good for your auntie Jade, sweetie,” I said, slipping my jacket on and taking out my keys. “you know the drill... there’s bottles and dinner for her in the fridge,” I said to Jade, chuckling when Brenda groaned. “Dinner” was a high-fibre oatmeal served warmed from the microwave, and it played havoc with Brenda’s bowels... and Jade loved to tease during diaper changes almost as much as I did.

     I went out the door, leaving Jade leering at Brenda with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

Chapter Eleven

The party had been a crushing bore, and I returned just after midnight to find Brenda confined to her playpen and Jade looking on from the couch.

     “How’d it go tonight?” I asked, putting my coat away and taking a seat next to Jade, who flashed me a luscious smile.

     “Pretty good-- I just gave her a snack,” she said coyly. That meant it was only a matter of time before Brenda had a big, messy accident-- and Jade liked to watch her fill her pampers almost as much as I did. “I thought maybe she could put on a little show for us...” she murmured, leaning in to kiss me.

     “Sounds like an intriguing idea,” I said, responding in kind. Jade looked toward Brenda, who was looking very nervous in her playpen.  

     “How about it, honey?” Jade said, crossing over to the playpen. “You ready to put on a little show for us?” She reached down and pressed the front of Brenda’s diaper into her pussy and started rubbing it. Brenda let out a moan and thrust her hips dramatically into Jade’s hand, weeks of sexual repression finally getting to her.

     “Here,” said Jade, taking one of the cushions off the couch and placing it on the floor of the playpen. “Show us how you get off without using your hands,” she commanded, pointing to the pillow. Brenda slowly looked from Jade to the pillow and back again. She chewed her lip, and for a moment I thought she was going to refuse. But she surprised me by crawling over, slowly, and obediently lowering herself onto the cushion, one thigh on each side. I had to suppress a snort of amusement when she started sliding back and forth on her belly, wiggling her hips and grinding her pussy into the padded surface.

     “That’s right, sweetie,” Jade said sweetly, delivering a sudden, medium-hard swat to Brenda’s wriggling, padded rump, drawing a squeal from her. “Just like that-- keep it up, and don’t stop until you’re finished, or else...” she brought her palm down suddenly against Brenda’s bulky butt again, a loud POP! ringing out in the still of the room.

     Brenda humped the pillow, slowly and awkwardly at first, but with increasing speed each minute, the diaper crinkling noisily under her. Jade smiled as she sat back next to me, smiling lazily.

     “I love the way you think,” I said, putting my hand on her thigh.

     Soon, we were making out, the only sounds in the room Jade’s breathy giggles and the ever-present crinkle of Brenda’s diapers as she thrust her pelvis against the pillow. Jade was warm and soft in my arms, and she sighed ecstatically as I kissed her neck and squeezed her butt through her short, tight dress.

     Suddenly, we were interrupted by a noisy fart from the playpen. The crinkling stopped suddenly, and I knew Brenda was frozen in place with embarrassment. But Jade wasn’t going to let her off the hook so easily: “No no, sweetie... you keep going,” she admonished sternly. “I want to hear that diaper crinkling until you have yourself a little orgasm... and I don’t want you to stop, no matter what!”

     The crinkling resumed with a frustrated moan, and Jade leaned forward to press herself against me and kiss my lips hard, her little tongue flicking into my mouth, and I reached up to cup her breast.

     We continued like that for 20 minutes or so, periodically interrupted by a noisy anal emission from the playpen, and it was after a particularity wet one that I heard Brenda mutter “oh no!’ under her breath, and knew immediately what had happened. A now familiar stench began to emerge, and I noticed Jade twitching her nose in response, confirming my suspicions. “Phew! It’s starting to get a little stinky in here,” she said with a smile.

     “Hmmm... looks like someone’s got a mushy butt,” I said gesturing between the bars of the playpen. Inside, Brenda was still thrusting her hips against the couch cushion, the diaper crinkling furiously beneath her, thickly padded butt pumping up and down in the air behind her. On the seat of the diaper, a dark, lumpy stain was clearly visible and getting bigger by the second.

     Beside me, Jade was purring lustily as she watched the back of Brenda’s pampers bulge and darken, pressing herself close to me and squeezing me with her tiny arms. We watched Brenda’s dirty diaper backside bounce up and down in the air behind her as she dutifully thrust her hips against the cushion, lightly kissing and touching each other. Brenda stuck her diapered butt way up in the air behind her and let out a ghastly, messy fart, the diaper visibly expanding and turning brown. Jade and I couldn’t help ourselves from laughing. Poor Brenda... all she could do was gasp and squeal, whatever efforts she made to regain control of her bowels were utterly futile, and within minutes, her diaper was stained almost up the waistband, and the guards at the leg bands were looking noticeably dark. Brenda shuttered and shrieked, her orgasm overtaking her at the exact moment she filled her diaper to the max. A strong, poopy stench had descended over the room, and Jade was pinching her nose daintily.

     “PU!” She exclaimed. “I think it might be time for a diaper change... In fact, I think it might be a two man job, don’t you?” she asked me suggestively, and I knew what she had in mind... an extremely embarrassing tag-team diaper change for poor Brenda!

     “I think it’s an excellent idea,” I said with a smile. “Don’t you Brenda?”

     “Uuhhg...” Brenda exclaimed before farting loudly in response, making her diapers bulge even further.

     “Sounds like a ‘yes,’” said Jade, rising and reaching into the playpen to help Brenda climb out.

Chapter Twelve

     I hefted Brenda up under her arms and sat her on the edge of the table with an audible squish, making her crinkle her nose in disgust as the steaming hot load in her pampers mushed up against her buttocks and filled the cleft between them, all moist and gooey. Jade joined me at the foot of the table, pressing herself against me, shooting Brenda a satisfied smirk. Brenda looked on with pure hatred, reclining in a poopy diaper on a changing table, forced to watch as we embraced and kissed.

     “Oh sweetie,”Jade said softly, reaching out to press the front of Brenda’s loaded diaper against her privates. Brenda shivered in response, and I distinctly saw her bite her lip to suppress a moan when Jade began rubbing the thick plastic, slowly, but firmly. “Don’t be sour... after all; I don’t think this has to be an unpleasant experience.”

     She turned, placing herself at the foot of the table, facing Brenda with hungry eyes. I stood behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and bending down to kiss the back of her neck. Brenda looked on hopefully, preying she could maybe get in on the fun... but she would be disappointed again. Instead, she had to watch, frustrated, as I cupped Jade’s breasts and nibbled her ear, pressing myself tightly against her back. She purred in response, wriggling her tight little butt against my crotch. Smirking, Jade peered down at Brenda, who gazed back up at her nervously.

     “Ok, babykins... let’s see what we’ve got in here,” said Jade, who tore the tapes off the front of the diaper slowly, swaying in place and breathing heavily in response to my touch. She pealed the diaper down and revealed the mess, and boy was it a doozy! The seat of the diaper was ruined, the mess caked thickly up nearly to the waistband and down to the very edges of the leg-bands. Jade whistled, and I tried to focus on the smell of her shampoo as the potent stench of Brenda’s dirty diapers hit the air.

     “Oh ho! Quite a mess! God, Brenda, it’s like you’re not even an adult anymore!” Brenda blushed furiously, sucking her pacifier... she looked like she’d love to respond-- but what could she say? She laid passively by, sucking her soother and allowing Jade to take her ankles and bend her legs back, exposing her thoroughly smeared rump to the room.

     “Uuuh... just look at that messy little tushy,” Jade teased, taking a wipe from the container and going to work on Brenda’s dirty bottom.

      “Do you need any help?” I asked, nibbling her ear and gently squeezing her soft, firm breasts as she swayed against me gently and pressing her backside into my crotch so hard I could feel the cleft between her buttocks with my rapidly stiffening cock.

     “Why don’t you hold her legs for me?” she asked sweetly, and Brenda groaned audibly when I took both ankles into one hand and held them in the air for Jade, who went to work cleaning off Brenda’s poop-smeared backside. Brenda let out an audible groan, apparently unable to believe we were giving her a team diaper change. I could hardly believe it myself, but it was, I had to admit, a most delightful situation.

     Jade cleaned Brenda’s hiney with a maximum dose of embarrassing, motherly TLC, oiling and powdering her bottom with delicate care before sealing her up tight in a fresh white pamper.

     “There! All fresh and clean,” she said sweetly, and Brenda watched with a bitter look as Jade rinsed her hands in the bathroom sink before returning to embrace me with a smouldering kiss. Soon, poor Brenda was inside her crib, gripping the bars and watching longingly as I bent Jade over the changing table and took her from behind. She sucked her pacifier and pouted, scowling, watching as Jade squealed, lost in the adult pleasure now denied to her.

     I watched with satisfaction as her hand slowly sank beneath the waistband of her diapers, and she began to frantically rub.

Chapter Thirteen

A few weeks later, we had just eaten dinner, and Jade and I were sipping wine on the couch when I started getting hints of that familiar, poopy smell, and I looked over to the playpen just in time to see Brenda go into a squat and begin grunting out a big, gooey bowel movement into her bulky pink pampers.  

     “Uh oh-- I think it’s time for a boom-boom,” Jade smirked, taking another sip. She’d been spending more and more time with Brenda and I over the last couple of weeks, and she’d rapidly grown accustomed to taking care of a massive baby like Brenda.

     In the playpen Brenda responded with a noisy grunt, followed by a sloppy, farty splattering, her diaper bulging and growing dark and lumpy beneath her. Her modesty had definitely slipped a few notches since the night Jade had come over to babysit. Brenda was far less self conscious about using her diaper-- she’d pee it no matter where she was, not even trying to hold it in anymore, and she’d recently gotten into the habit of simply squatting and messing her pampers whenever the urge overtook her. Jade attributed it to our concerted effort to keep Brenda’s bowels regular-- even if her super high-fibre diet hadn’t made it almost impossible for her to hold a bowel movement, she knew she was risking an enema, a suppository, or a laxative slipped into her afternoon bottle. I, however, saw it as a sign of her resignation and submission-- she’d simply realized there was no point in fighting, and if she was stuck in diapers, then she might as well be comfortable.

     Whatever the reason, I watched Brenda unabashedly grunt and fill her pampers with an enormous, messy mudslide, the seat bulging and sagging noticeably after another noisy discharge slid out of her and settled into the back of her diapers. Jade crinkled her nose and looked at me with a giggle. “I told you; that baby food makes her absolutely disastrous...” she chuckled.

     Brenda crawled over to the edge of the playpen and peered out at us piteously from over the top railing. “Will one of you guys change me... Please?” she begged without pride, knowing that anything else would win her nothing but an afternoon in dirty diapers. Jade and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

     “Hmmm... I don’t know,” I said teasingly, drawing out Brenda’s discomfort. “What do you think?” I asked Jade, who smiled in response.

     “Well, I guess that all depends on who’s turn it is,” she said archly. “Personally, I think I’ve had enough dirty diapers for one day.”

     Brenda looked at me hopefully... if I turned her down, she was just going to have to sit in those messy pampers until one of us was in the mood-- who knew how long that could take?

     Lucky for her, she did look quite alluring pouting at us on her knees, peering over the top of the playpen, so I decided to have mercy on her. “I’ll take the little stinker,” I said, crossing over to help Brenda out of the playpen without falling on her messy butt. She sank obediently to her hands and knees without prompting, and she crawled after me, her messy pamper crinkling and squishing behind her all the way to the nursery.

     “OK, Stinky-Butt... Upsie daisy,” I said, scooping Brenda up under her arms and sitting her on the edge of the changing table with a noticeable squish. She scrunched her face distastefully and wriggled her butt in a vain attempt to find a more comfortable position, and I could tell from her expression that all she’d succeeded in doing was smearing the mess around her backside.

     She lay back, and I wasted no time in tearing open the tapes on her pink pampers and folding them down revealing a fully loaded diaper and a very messy tushy to go along with it. In spite of all she’d been through in the past few months, Brenda still blushed furiously when I went to work cleaning her off, and it soon became obvious that it wasn’t just because she was a grown woman in the middle of having a poopy-pamper change... Although both Jade and I occasionally rewarded “good” (read: infantile) behaviour with sexual release, Brenda’s sex life was definitely not what it used to be. As a result, she was often aroused at inappropriate times (though, personally, I speculated that the little minx was just constantly horny,) and this was one of those moments: her pussy glistened wetly throughout her cleaning, and she just couldn't stop herself from spreading her thighs as wide as they would go and moving her hips suggestively, even as I wiped her backside clean.

     I teased her throughout her cleaning, taking my time, my use of the wipes becoming more sensual the cleaner she got. Finally, I had her all fresh, and Brenda was squirming and writhing on the table in front of me, her bare and recently shaved pussy glistening wetly, her eyes watching hungrily as I washed my hands.  

     The powder came next, and I took my time with it, teasing and tickling her privates before I raised her ankles and firmly patted the powder into her plump little buns. By the time I’d finished, she was squirming and shivering on her back on the changing table.

     “OK, baby... time for another nice, tight diaper,” I said, smiling when she gave a disappointed groan and spread her legs as wide as they would go, thrusting her pelvis in the air obscenely, all but begging for an orgasm.

     “No?” I said with a smile, pulling the diaper up tight between her legs and rubbed the thick plastic against her pussy. “Not ready to go back into your didiees yet?”

     She groaned in response and thrust her hips enthusiastically, spreading her thighs as wide as they’d go. I flipped the front of the diaper back, revealing her bald and soppy pussy. Brenda looked up and me with pleading eyes.

     “Well... OK,” I said, feigning reluctance, “but first we need to make sure you don’t make too much noise.” I popped the pacifier into her mouth. She groaned and rolled her eyes... she was still embarrassed about her predicament after all this time, but she had also learned there was no talking her way out of it... that she was resigned to a life of adult infancy until she could find it in herself to get her act together and get a job, which seemed increasingly unlikely with each passing day.

     I positioned her towards the very edge of the table. Reaching out with one hand, I played with her nipples idly while reaching down with the other to pull out my cock and began teasing her pussy with it. Behind her pacifier, Brenda gurgled, unable to suppress her pleasure-- it had been a long time, at least by her standards, and she couldn’t help groaning and thrusting her hips, practically driving my shaft into herself with a guttural moan.

     Behind her pacifier, Brenda gave a muffled cry, shivering, savouring the moment before she began rolling and grinding her hips, and for a long moment I simply stood still and enjoyed the sensation of Brenda writhing on my cock, on her back on the changing table, sucking a pacifier, a diaper under her wriggling backside, which was still freshly powdered from her recent diaper change... an Adult Baby in almost every sense, with almost all traces of her former status and identity as an adult all but erased.

     I started thrusting in and pulling out slowly, grinning as I saw Brenda loosing herself to her pleasure. “Who’s Daddy’s big sexy baby?” I asked, stepping up the tempo of my thrusting bit by bit.

     “I am?” she said shyly from behind her pacifier, simultaneously embarrassed and aroused.

     “Who’s Daddy’s big sexy baby?” I asked again, slowing down again until I received the proper level of enthusiasm in her answer.

     “I am, Daddy!” she repeated, pleading with me to finish her off... to give her what she so desperately craved.

     “That’s right,” I said, stepping up the pace again, “and you’d better just get used to that Brenda. It’s going to be dirty diapers, playpens and naps for you until you can prove to me that you’re ready for another try at potty training,” I lectured, reaching up to play with her nipples. Behind her pacifier Brenda gave a choked cry of ecstasy. “It’s a good thing you seem to enjoy these diaper changes,” I teased, giving it to her hard now, “because I foresee a lot of them in your future Brenda. I mean, unless you decide to grow up and get a job, or even move out... but I think we both know you’re way to far gone now.

     “Just think about it... you’ve been living like a complete baby for so long at this point... there’s no way you could go back to being an adult.” I smiled, giving it to her for all it was worth now, Brenda shivering and squealing on her back, racing towards the finish line. “Before you couldn’t even wipe your butt properly... now, after being in diapers so long, I doubt you can even hold it in anymore!”  

     She groaned nosily, though whether it was shame or pleasure I could no longer tell

     “Well, don’t you worry babykins,” I said, and I could sense she was reaching her climax. “As long as you’re under my roof, I’m always going to have plenty of pampers for you to make your poopies and pee-pees in... but you better behave, or else...” and I punctuated the statement with a well-timed swat to her rump. It was all she could take... Brenda boiled over into orgasm, emitting a gurgling squeal behind her pacifier. She shook and writhed, then lay back with a contented sigh, heaving for breath and sucking her pacifier. A blush settled over her cheeks when she realized how utterly out of control of her own life she was... but I didn’t give her long to think about it-- in moments, I had her sealed up in a fresh, bulky pamper.

     Brenda groaned-- her adult pleasures were already fading into memory, and she had a long, boring afternoon of lounging in her playpen watching cartoons ahead of her... but I didn’t give her long to wallow in her self pity.

     “Stop that pouting, young lady,” I said, tickling her tummy and making her scream with laughter. “How many girls your age do you know who are lucky enough to be able to lay around watching cartoons all day? And you don’t even have to get up to go to the potty!”

     She squealed with laughter in response, helplessly wriggling on the changing table before me... A beautiful, sexy brat utterly stripped of the adulthood she’d taken for granted.

Epilogue

That’s about it. Jade moved in a few weeks back, and we’ve become essentially a family unit-- a kinky one, but a family none-the-less. Jade slid easily into the role of mommy, and she really seems to relish the opportunity to dole out heaping portions of humiliation on the side. Brenda, for her part, seems to have accepted her new situation , and between you and me, I think she’s starting to enjoy living a soft life without any responsibilities, and although she does miss having control of her life (and especially her sex life), she seems to feel that the constant, low-level of embarrassment is a fair price to pay for a life without work or responsibilities.

     So that’s it... everyone lived happily ever after, right?

     Well, perhaps not as much as you’d think... see I was doing laundry again last night. And I just happened to come across a pair of Jade’s panties, as dainty and silky as you might predict...

     Except for that thick, brown skid mark trailing up the middle of the seat... and between you and me, it’s got me wondering if maybe Brenda could use a little sister more than a mommy, if you know what I mean.

The End