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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Haunted House Part Three: BFFs

(And now for the thrilling conclusion!)
Part One
Part Two



They hadn’t spoken about “the incident” in two weeks. In fact they hadn’t spoken about much of anything. Jenny hated the rift that had opened between her and David since that day in the library. She could barely even bring herself to look at him anymore.
     And the noises from upstairs were getting more and more prominent… she could hear them up there now almost all the time now, moving around and laughing and talking in low voices. If David could hear them, he gave no sign.
     She realized she was losing it… she was hardly sleeping; her waking hours were spent jumping at shadows. She was sure Molly was following her… sometimes she heard noises behind her, or caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and a whiff of scent of baby-powder in the air. What’s more, she was having “accidents” with alarming frequency—she only had moments to make it to the toilet now after she felt the urge. Even when she did, she was embarrassed to discover she was leaving spots and skid marks in her underwear no matter how hard she wiped. Worst of all, this shame and embarrassment was fueling some perverse arousal in her—she was horny as hell all the time now, constantly sneaking off to the bathroom to masturbate (she was still too humiliated to initiate sex with David) as she fantasized about her recent experiences.
     She was terrified of another confrontation with Molly, but if there was another alternative, she couldn’t see it—unless it was having herself committed. Steeling herself with a stiff drink, she crept up the stairs toward the library. She wasn’t afraid this time… somehow she knew that after this it would be over, for Better or worse.
     She opened the door, went right over to the bookshelf. It took some looking and some feeling around on her part, but she was finally able to locate the switch. The shelf clicked open. Jenny sucked in her breath, trying to quell the nervous butterflies in her stomach. At least she knew she wasn’t crazy now.
     She pulled the door open with a long creak. In the distance, she could hear someone softly singing.
     She tip-toed down the hall, the singing growing louder; a slit of light poured out from the crack at the bottom of the door—the lights were on. Her heart thundered in her ears as she reached out toward the knob, hesitating only for a second before she turned it and pushed the door open.
     The scents of oil and powder sent her mind hurtling back to her embarrassing accidents. The colors seemed more vivid now, everything seemed more real. There was no mistaking this for a dream now… the knowledge brought her no relief.
     Molly sat in her playpen, gently singing a lullaby to one of her dolls. She didn’t turn or acknowledge Jenny in any way… if she knew she was there, she gave no sign. Jenny opened her mouth, then realized she didn’t know what to say.
     When Molly finished her song, she clutched her dolly to her bosom and kissed her hair. “Back again?”
     A chill crawled up Jenny’s spine. Molly stood her long legs bare all the way up to the leg-bands of her crinkly plastic pants. Beneath it, the puffy white diaper was barely visible through the semi-transparent material. “I was wondering when you were going to come back.” She smiled at Jenny, and there was something in that smile that made Jenny tremble. “I knew you couldn’t hide in the bathroom and play with yourself forever,” she said with a smirk.
     She stepped out of the playpen and made her way over to Jenny. Her clothes were more infantile than ever, all pink and lace and covered in ruffles. Yet Molly herself had never seen more confident… or grown-up.
     Jenny, on the other hand, felt like a little girl in front of her teasing sibling, like she’d been caught playing dress up, and now big sister was here to remind her of her real status. Molly approached her slowly, oozing sexuality… she stood in front of Jenny and inspected her head to toe, a condescending smirk on her face. Jenny just stood there, frozen, trying to contain her quivering. Molly walked around her. Jenny gasped as Molly delivered a playful but solid open handed swat to the seat of Jenny’s jeans, making her cry out.
     “Still no diaper? I can’t believe that husband of yours—doesn’t he ever take a hint? He should know what you need by now. Or maybe I should say,” she began with a chuckle, “what you want?”
     And now Jenny wanted to run… she wanted to turn and bolt out of the nursery, out of the library, down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door, never to look back. But it was too late… she was rooted to the spot, unable even to call for help as Molly reached out and started to unbutton her shirt.
     “Molly... please… don’t…” she whined, unable to do anything but squirm in place as Molly finished undoing her shirt and pealed it off, revealing her bare torso. Jenny shivered, her skin breaking out in goose pimples, her nipples popping to attention. Ignoring her protests, Molly reached out and started to unbutton her pants. “Molly, stop!”
     “Hush!” Molly commanded, delivering another swat to Jenny’s bottom. She squealed in embarrassment and bit her lip, standing by and shaking, as her pants and panties were pulled down to her ankles. “Step-out,” Molly commanded. Jenny complied, and there she stood, totally naked. “So pretty,” Molly said softly, trailing a finger lightly across her bare stomach. “I can’t wait to play with you,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips.
     “Let’s get that bare bottom up on the changing table,” she said, taking her by the hand and leading her there, her diaper crinkling all the way. Jenny followed, padding along naked and shivering behind her. “Jump up, sweetie,” Molly instructed firmly. Jenny stood there for a long moment—she didn’t want to comply, but Molly’s steely gaze and predatory smile froze her protests in her throat. She pulled herself up onto its padded surface and leaned back slowly. Molly beamed delightedly. “Isn’t this nice?” she said, stroking Jenny’s body gently with soft, warm fingers. “This is what you wanted, right?”
     Panic suddenly welled up in her. “Molly, please stop! I can’t go through with this!”
     “It’s too late now,” Molly said, that damn smile never leaving her face. “You’ve come too far,” She took a pacifier from a nearby drawer and shoved it into her mouth, cutting off her protests. “Lift your hips,” she commanded, producing a comically thick disposable diaper from under the table. Encourage by a pair of stern pats to her thigh, Jenny reluctantly lifted her pelvis. She lowered her bottom a bolt of nervous lightning jolting through her as her rump hit the back-panel of the diaper. She groaned, nearly bursting into tears as the front was pulled up between her legs and taped tightly around her waist.
     “Aren’t you so pretty?” Molly cooed. She bent down and pressed her hot, wet lips to Jenny’s bare midriff and blew a loud raspberry. Jenny involuntarily shrieked with laughter, squealing and squirming.
     “Stop it!” she cried through her laughter. But Molly was ruthless…. She dug her fingernails in and tickled without mercy, pausing only to blow more raspberries on her tummy.
     “Are you gonna be a good girl?” Molly asked mischievously, raking her nails lightly over Jenny’s ribs.
     “Yes!” Jenny cried desperately.
     “And do everything Molly says?”
    “Yes! Please!”
    “OK,” Molly said reluctantly, abruptly stopping. For a moment, everything was very still… Jenny struggled to catch her breath, her chest heaving as Molly gently stroked her hair and whispered soothingly.
     “Stand up,” Molly eventually said. Exhausted, Jenny heaved to herself off the table and onto her unsteady legs. The diaper was huge, forcing her thighs apart; Molly led her over to the closet and dresser, and Jenny was forced to trail behind her, waddling like a toddler. “Stand still while I dress you,” Molly admonished sternly, not quite able to quell her naughty smile, “or I might have to spank you!”
     Jenny wasn’t sure if she was serious or not, but she stood as still as she could, watching as Jenny took out a pair of rubber-lined satin panties adorned with lace, hearts, and 3 rows of ruffles across the seat. The panties were drawn up her legs and into place over her diaper, sealing her in tightly. She went into the closet, selecting a short dress that was as pink and frilly as a baby-girl’s birthday cake. As the dress was pulled over her head and fastened into place, Jenny had the overwhelming sensation of being a giant Barbie doll, her clothing—her entire identity—in the hands of a bratty little girl.
     “You look so cute,” Molly said, smoothing the dress out against Jenny’s body. She went to the dresser and took a pair of ribbons. She gathered her hair up into a pair of bunches, and soon, Jenny’s long blonde hair was in pigtails… just like Molly.
     “Look at you,” said Molly, dragging Jenny by the hand to the mirror. Jenny was afraid to look, but her eyes were drawn to the mirror like magnets. “We look like twins!”
     It was true—she was the spitting image of the big baby-woman beside her. Her large bulky diaper was clearly visible beneath the hem of her baby-doll gown. Jenny trembled, tears forming in her eyes—how had she lost everything in such a short space of time?
     “Shhh…” Molly soothed, seeing that her protégé was starting to cry. “Everything is going to be alright… you just have to trust me…”
     She helped Jenny across the room to the crib and helped her inside with a pat on her diapered bottom before climbing inside herself. She pulled the bars up, and they locked into place with a click. Molly turned and flashed Jenny a hungry smile… Jenny had the impression of falling into a cage with a tiger. She crawled across the mattress toward her; Jenny inched her way into the corner, trapped. Molly came in close, kissed her lips softly. “Poor baby,” she crooned with just a hint of amusement. “There there… Big sister knows what you need.”
     She reached behind a pillow and produced a bottle roughly the size of a one liter coke container. Inside, a reddish-purple fluid that looked like grape juice. “Come here,” she said gently, coaxing Jenny’s head into her lap. The pacifier was popped out and nipple of the bottle was slipped between her waiting lips. She began slurping away, surprised to discover that it wasn’t grape juice… It was different… strange, but sort of familiar… her mind drifted back to childhood. Jenny was embarrassed to use the toilet at school, so her mother used to keep her regular with big glasses of prune juice…
     She started and twitched sharply, But Molly placed a hand on her tummy and began rubbing. Instantly, the fight drained out of her, and Jenny slumped back into a kind of stupor, lazily slurping down the juice. “That’s right, honey,” Molly said softly, rubbing her stomach “drink it all down for Molly.”
     Jenny sucked and sucked—it seemed to go on for hours. She could feel her belly filling, fuller and fuller every second, first uncomfortable, then a little painful. She looked up, realizing she still had half the bottle left… where was she going to find room for it all?
     Without warning, her bladder erupted with a noisy hiss, dousing her diaper with a loud pitter-pattering. She wanted to be embarrassed, but the relief was so great she nearly cried out. Her stomach felt much less bloated… she thought she might even have room to finish the bottle now.
     But by the time she was nearly done, Jenny had developed a whole new problem… Her bowels had gurgled to life in a big way. She sweated and tried to ride it out, but the urge just continued to grow, more and more intense with every drop she sucked down. She longed to stop drinking, even for a moment, but she was dismayed to find that the juice was now flowing into her mouth totally beyond her control… her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s and she struggled to keep up with the flow, a small rivulet of juice trickling down her chin.
     The bottle emptied with a hiss. Molly popped it  out of Jenny’s mouth, and she lay there, dazed, head in Molly’s lap, her tummy gurgling urgently. A large, gassy cramp was inching its way down toward her colon.
     She felt herself scooped up, felt her body pressed against Molly’s in a firm embrace, head on her shoulder. She felt her back being patted and rubbed firmly. She was drowsy, disoriented, her stomach was rumbling, and what she really wanted was a nap. What was Molly doing?
     She answered her own question by burping loudly. “That’s my good girl,” Molly chuckled. Jenny opened her mouth to protest, but only humiliated herself by burping again. Molly continued to pound her back… her stomach cramped, her bowels gurgled, the pressure increased. Jenny’s cheeks turned red as she farted involuntarily, a noisy rumble in the confines of the crib, only slightly muffled by her diaper.
     “Uh-oh!” Molly said, helping Jenny recline in the crib. “Are you about to make me a present?”
     To Jenny’s ears, it was the understatement of the century… Her stomach was so bloated, the cramps so intense she felt like she was about to give birth. She lay on her side, arms wrapped around her waist, her well-padded rump sticking out behind her, vividly aware of the squishy damp cloth between her legs. Molly cuddled in close behind her, putting her arm around her protectively. She crooned sweetly in Jenny’s ear as she wept, frightened, disoriented, and uncomfortable. She groaned and bit her pacifier, another cramp squeezing her bowels, increasing the pressure. She knew it was a losing battle, knew that making a mess was inevitable; but still she held on, clenching her butt-cheeks as tightly as they would go and groaning from the strain.
     “It’s OK, darling,” Molly said, “soon you can just curl up in your warm diapers and have a nice, long nap in this comfy crib? Won’t that be nice? But first you just have to relax, honey. Relax and just—let go…”
     “Uhh!” Jenny grunted, the internal pressure finally overwhelming her. She lost control of her bowels with a sizable fart, loading the seat of her diaper with a geyser of warm mush. She was embarrassed, doubly so when she heard Molly giggle behind her, but she didn’t have time for it. The explosion she’d just experienced in her diaper was only a small portion of what she had inside of her, and it had brought no relief, instead only making her struggle manageable again. For the time being anyway; the pressure was building again, with nightmarish speed and intensity.
     “That’s it!” Molly said encouragingly, now pressing her hand against Jenny’s stomach and gently massaging. “Just make a nice big mud-pie in your pants and it’ll all be over,” she assured.
     Jenny’s bowels cramped… She grunted and strained against it, crossing her ankles and tightening her lower extremities. It made absolutely no difference… she exploded into her diaper, filling it up with a big mushy mess.
     “C’mon honey—just let go,” Molly whispered, massaging Jenny’s stomach firmly.
     She felt the cramps rising again. She started to resist again, but realized ruefully that there was little point… She’d already loaded her diaper with an enormous, explosive dump—there was nothing she could do about it now. Might as well be comfortable, she thought bitterly.
     She bore down, grunting—she erupted into her diaper, a mushy, gassy torrent packing her diapers full. Jenny groaned, relieved. She lay perfectly motionless, but was still vividly aware of the huge, gooey pile in the seat of her diaper, all slimy between her butt-cheeks, and clinging wetly to her rump. She was overwhelmed by the moment and started to cry.
     “Hey, hey, shhh,” Molly soothed, kissing the back of her neck. “The hard part’s over. Now just relax, and go to sleep.”
     Jenny tried to follow her advice. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to drown out reality until sleep overcame her.

     She woke with a start, momentarily disoriented; how much had been real and how much a dream? She rolled onto her back. Instantly, the enormous mess in her diaper squished against her audibly, making her gasp as it spurted up between her buns and coated her backside. She was still in the diaper, still in the dress, and she’d been sleeping in the crib. She pulled herself up to her knees and clung to the bars, a little frightened now.
      Where was Molly? Jenny scanned the room and couldn’t see her. She stood up in the crib, planning to climb out, but she quickly realized she was too high off the ground… she didn’t think she could maneuver it, especially in her bulky, loaded diaper. She began looking for a latch or release on the front of the crib, but couldn’t find it. She started to tremble—with her diaper all heavy and sagging, and now trapped in this crib, Jenny felt totally helpless. She started sniffling, tears trickling down her cheeks at the unfairness of it all. She tried to control herself, but soon she was sobbing uncontrollably, which only contributed to her overwhelming sense of helplessness.
     Jenny was still crying when she heard something—someone had just opened the bookcase! She tried to stifle her sobbing, straining to listen. Someone was definitely coming down the hall. Jenny panicked. She had to get away; but how? She absurdly crawled around on the mattress, looking for a way out, her ruffled, diapered bottom bulging behind her.
     “Jenny? Are you OK?”
     Oh God, she thought, it’s David! There was no way she could talk her way out of this!
     He entered, immediately looking to the crib. Jenny burst into fresh tears, trying and failing to find the words to explain herself.
     “What’s all this fussing?” he asked gently. “Did you have a bad dream?”
     He came over to the crib and bent down to kiss the top of her head. She stared at him, confused—why hadn’t he said anything about the nursery? Or what she was wearing?
     “How’s that diaper doing?” He asked, reaching down to pat her padded butt. “Wow! That’s a pretty full pamper!”
     Jenny had stopped her crying now, confused. What was going on? How much did he know?
     “Let’s get you changed, sweetheart,” he said, unlatching the bars and sliding them down. He lifted her from the crib with ease and carried her over to the changing table like she weighed nothing. Jenny cuddled against him, desperately seeking comfort. He gently laid her down on the changing table (Jenny crinkled her nose as the mess squished beneath her once again.)
     David didn’t waste any time pulling down her ruffled panties and discarding them. The smell was obvious now that there was no longer those layers of rubber and satin over-top of them. Jenny blushed and felt faint. The room was spinning, and she’d lost her sense of direction. It was impossible to determine what was real.
     He loosened the diaper and dropped the front panel. “Phew!” he chuckled, reaching for the wipes. “I think we’ve got our work cut out for us honey!”
     Jenny blushed and looked away. And it was then that she saw them.
     Or at least, she thought she did… it was only a brief glimmer, maybe a trick of the light, but she was almost sure she saw Molly, sitting on Charles lap in the rocking chair in the corner. Watching them with her pretty eyes twinkling. Watching with just a hit of a knowing smile on her lips.

4 comments:

  1. Wonderful story, simply wonderful. I hope Daddy David treats her nicely, like a good little girl should be treated, and perhaps gets her a babysitter when he goes to work. You can't leave a baby girl home alone after all, now can you?

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  2. A bit different than what I was expecting, but still a lot of fun. Great job!

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