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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Haunted House Part One: Wet Dreams


(Hey guys,
Here's a short, Halloween themed palate cleanser before The Humble Games starts up again. I think there's going to be two more parts after this, which I'd like to have up before the 31. Let me know if you like it.)

“Wake up.”
     Jenny awoke with a start. She’d been sleeping deeply, dreaming about something, but she knew she’d heard it— a voice, somewhere in the dark.
      Yawning, she turned over in the unlit room. She couldn’t see the clock, but she figured it was early—likely before five. She turned over to see her husband David beside her—sound asleep. She turned onto her back, blinking, fighting to stay awake. Had she really heard it, or was it her imagination? She sighed, annoyed with herself—you’re a grown woman, she scolded, how can you be afraid of the dark?
     She sighed and steadied her breathing, trying to lull herself back to sleep. She’d almost succeeded when she heard something—a long low creaking, somewhere down the hall.
     It was silly, she knew. They’d only just moved in, and she was aware that a new house would have new noises… but there was something compelling her to investigate.
     She rose from the bed and crossed the room quickly, moving out into the hall. The darkness was thick and heavy, and her mind was clouded in drowsiness. Part of her was wondering if this was even happening or if she was still dreaming.
     She wandered down the hall, checking the doors as she went, stifling a yawn. This is getting worryingly obsessive-compulsive, she thought to herself, ascending the back staircase without slowing.
     The darkness of the upstairs hallway was absolute darkness—she tiptoed through the shadows, every door was closed tightly.
     Jenny was almost ready to give up and return to bed when she heard it—a tiny, childish giggle in the blackness at the end of the hall; faint, but clear, tinkling softly in the night. She froze, her heart throbbing in her throat. She shifted on her feet, straining to listen. Perhaps she’d only imagined it.
     It came again, louder this time, more distinct, and definitely coming from somewhere down the hall. Jenny felt stupid for stiffening—it sounded like a little girl.
     Part of her said she should go down stairs; go and wake her husband and seek his help. But she was drawn forward… compelled by something inside her to press forward in the dark toward the end of the hall.
     Jenny crept softly into the darkness, down the hall toward the strange noises. She heard it again, louder this time, a soft musical giggle, and then the voice, louder this time, clearer than before:
     “Come and play with me….”
     The last door at the end of the hall was the library (less impressive than it sounded—it was really more of a den lined with bookshelves.) Reluctantly, she reached out and took hold of the knob, the metal slick in her sweaty hand. She twisted it, hesitating only for a second before throwing the door open, revealing…
     An empty darkness.
     She stepped inside, relief flooding through her already. I knew I imagined it, she thought, allowing herself a smile at how silly she’d acted. She crept through the room, checking around just to be sure she’d been hearing things. She grinned… Paranoid, she scolded herself silently.
     Behind her, the door swung shut as though magnetized, the slam like a gunshot in the small room. She whirled around. How had that happened? There were no windows in the room, no breeze anywhere in the upstairs… so how had it shut on its own?”
     “Hi!”
     Jenny jumped and emitted a scream she’d managed to bite off in the middle. She spun her eyes wide, her jaw open. And Jenny saw her standing there, almost right on top of her.
    The woman was quite pretty, her hair long and blonde, her eyes round and bright. Jenny estimated the woman to be about her age, but it was difficult to determine, because she was dressed like a giant baby. Jenny’s cold fear had turned into confusion—though she’d banded her hair in pigtails and obscured her generous curves beneath a flowing pink baby-doll dress (and, Jenny realized, a large pink diaper), there was absolutely no mistaking the buxom beauty in front of her as anything other than a grown woman inexplicably dressed like an infant. Jenny struggled, trying to find something to say. “Um…” she stammered lamely, stumbling over a million questions boiling in her head all at once.
     “My name’s Molly,” she said brightly, “What’s yours?”
     “Jenny…” she responded tentatively, still taken aback.
     “Jenny… That’s a pretty name!” said Molly excitedly. “I’m so glad you moved in… I just know we’re going to be great friends!”
     She wrapped her arms around Jenny and gave her a big hug. The baffled Jenny was slow to reciprocate, wrapping her arms around the diapered woman. Her large breasts and puffy, crinkly diaper pressed tightly against Jenny’s body, and Molly felt soft and warm in her arms.
     “Um…. Molly? Where… how did you get here?”
     “I live here!” she explained brightly. “My husband and I do. We’ve lived here for a long time.”
     “Uh… Molly, my husband and I… that is… I mean, we just moved in…”
     “Oh, I know! But it’s OK… We don’t mind sharing.” She reached out and touched Jenny’s long blonde locks. “You’re hair is so pretty! Hey… do you want to see something really cool?”
    Jenny opened her mouth, but couldn’t find the words. Molly dashed over to the book-case. She reached out, and for a moment Jenny thought she was going to retrieve a book. Instead, she slipped her hand beneath one of the shelves. Jenny heard a soft click—instantly, a section of the bookcase popped away from the wall a little. Molly pulled it open, revealing a dark passage. Gesturing for Jenny to follow, she disappeared inside.
     I must be losing my mind, she thought, following the crinkle of Molly’s puffy pink pampers inside.
     She followed Molly through the darkened hall, the smell of baby-powder trailing behind her. Jenny had a lightheaded feeling… she wondered, once again, if she was dreaming.
     Molly looked back with an impish smile before she pushed open a door at the end of the hall and stepped through. “Come on!” she said excitedly, taking Jenny by the hand and pulling her inside behind her.
     Although in retrospect Jenny realized she shouldn’t have been surprised, in the moment she couldn’t possibly have been more shocked. It was a nursery. She was standing in the middle of a giant nursery. Molly’s giant nursery to be precise—an exact duplicate of a spoiled little girl’s room, blown up for use by an oversized baby-woman. “Um…”
     “Pretty cool, right?” Molly said, crossing the room and climbing atop a rocking horse that was almost as big as a real one. “Daddy—that is, my husband, Charles? He built it for my birthday one year.” She began to rock back and forth gently. “What do you think?”
     “Uh… it’s… nice,” Jenny said lamely, surveying her surroundings with bemusement. The exactness of the recreation of the nursery combine with the size was surreal… Jenny felt faint.
     “Thanks! I knew you’d like it! I just know we’re going to have so much fun!”
     “Where did you even get all this stuff?”
     “Oh, here and there…” She climbed down off the horse. “Let’s have some fun!”
     “O-ok,” said Jenny, now convinced this was all a crazy dream she’d soon awake from. “What do you want to do?”
     But Molly didn’t answer her. At first Jenny thought she mustn’t have heard her. Then she realized the Molly didn’t seem to be paying attention… she had a odd, far off look on her face.
     A strange hissing emerged, a steady pitter-patter following close behind. Jenny looked down, realizing Molly was wetting her diaper. She took a step back, horrified. But Molly just grinned. “Ahhh, feels so good…”
     Jenny could only stare, open mouthed. How could this fully grown and quite beautiful woman have just intentionally pissed into a diaper like a naughty four year old who refused to be potty trained?
     “Mmmm,” Molly sighed, “Did a big wee-wee,” she said matter-of-factly, reaching down and pressing the sodden cloth up against her crotch.
     Jenny stared disbelievingly. “I can’t believe you just…”
     “Molly?” a masculine voice rose from somewhere in the house—a voice that certainly didn’t belong to David.
     “It’s Daddy!” Molly gasped. Taking Jenny by the hand, she led her to the closet door and opened it. “Hide here!” she said excitedly, pushing her inside. “And don’t make a peep! If daddy catches you, we’ll both get punished!”
     “Punished?” Jenny asked uncertainly as Molly closed the closet door behind her.
     “Shh! Keep quiet!” Molly insisted, shutting the door behind her. Jenny peered out through the slats in the door.
     She heard footsteps… faintly at first, growing louder, closer each second. They entered the library, then started down the hall. “Molly? Are you down here?” the voice said. Jenny felt her heart crawl into her throat again.
     He came into the room, dressed in a suit and tie like the father from a ‘50’s sit-com. He was unbelievably handsome, but that wasn’t what caught her eye. He must’ve been 8 feet tall at least, towering over Molly… well, like an adult towered over a toddler. “Here you are, young lady,” he said kindly, reaching down to tickle her under her chin and make her giggle. “Who were you talking to?”
     “Nobody, daddy,” Molly lisped sweetly, just a hint of a mischievous smile at her lips. “I was just playing.”
     He gave her a look, but let it pass. “And how’s that diaper doing?” he asked, reaching down and sticking his fingers into the waistband of her plastic pants. Molly looked guilty and chewed a finger as he tisked. “Just as I thought! Soaked! Oh Molly,” he said with a weary grin, “can’t you keep your pants dry for five minutes?
     “Get that soggy bottom over here, young lady,” he said, taking her hand and leading her over to the changing table. Jenny pressed against the closet door and strained for a better look through the slats. She held her breath as Molly was lifted onto the changing table.
     Charles tugged the plastic pants down Molly’s legs and off her feet. The pins were removed from the cotton and set aside. The front panel was pealed down revealing her neatly groomed privates. “Look at this wet diaper,” he mused, taking a wet cloth and cleaning her pussy. She moaned appreciatively and shifted, spreading her legs to allow access. In the closet, Jenny’s stomach fluttered. She was shocked to discover she was getting aroused.
     On the table, Molly groaned in ecstasy as one of Daddy’s hands encircled her ankles and lifted her legs high into the air to expose her rump. She savored the helpless as he used the cloth to clean her tushy, murmuring sensuously. In the closet, Jenny shoved her hand down the front of her panties and started playing with herself.
     “There we are,” Charles said, discarding the wipe, “nice and fresh…”
     In the closet, Jenny watched as he bent down and kissed Molly’s glistening sex, making the sexy Adult Baby moan and gurgle on the table, watched as Molly squirmed and moaned
     On the changing table, Molly came to an earsplitting orgasm, and for a moment, Jenny was afraid she would tumble off the table. But she steadied herself with an ecstatic groan and flopped onto her back, grinning and heaving to catch her breath. She turned her head, looking Jenny right in the eye. There was a moment of panic… was she about to reveal her presence to her husband?
     She gave Jenny a grinning wink.
     In the closet, Jenny exploded into climax moments before the world went black…

     “Jenny? Wake up!”
     Jenny startled awake, fighting her covers. How did she get back in bed? Had it all been a dream?
     “Sweetie, are you OK?” David’s voice was concerned.
     “Uh, yeah… I was dreaming…” she said sleepily. “What time is it…?”
     He hesitated. “Honey, you have to get up… we’ve got to get you in the shower.”
      “Why?” she realized her pussy was still moist—soaking wet in fact.
     “Sweetie,” said David evenly, switching on the light to reveal a large, dark circle of wetness around Jenny, “you wet the bed!”

6 comments:

  1. Looks very interesting! Can't wait to see what's next!

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  2. Love it!!! Please keep going!

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    1. It is good to know that someone els had this dream. I met the women of my life in a draem. That's why i can not wait to get to sleep at night. I have not had anyone for16 years so this dream will be good enuff untill she is there when I wake up.

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  3. I found another episode of 2 broke girls I think you'll like... It features a few scenes where the main characters get some lite spankings... It is called "And The Kitty Kitty Spank Spank"http://www.cbs.com/shows/2_broke_girls/video/Q5HIZO9BS35KCBDcd2CjuzcRAcPd7An2/2-broke-girls-and-the-kitty-kitty-spank-spank/

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