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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Happy Thanksgiving, Americans! Here's something I hope will make you a little more thankful today. And some more good news: we're officially back on schedule! Look for the final part to arrive in this space two weeks from today!
Today's artist is JamJarMonster, who I'd like to single out for doing such a great job on this pic-- not only was it probably the most complicated of the series, with tons of action, but it's also based on what is probably the most openly pornographic thing I've ever written.
Not only does it look great, she got it done on time, too.
So this one's dedicated to you Zoe: thanks for doing such an amazing job! You can see more of her art in Diaper Pins.
Again, you can feel free to redistribute this if you'd like, but please do leave the watermark and provide a link back here if possible.
Chapter Four
“Christ, it stinks in here,” Chloe complained, watching her
twin sister spoon the last portion of beans into her stepmother’s mouth. After
choking them down, Krystal cut another trumpet-blast fart from the seat of her
diaper with a strained grunt. She barely even seemed to notice—her belly,
normally so flat and toned from hours of exercise, was round and tight as a
drum. Inside, the contents churned and
festered—somewhere within her, a disaster was waiting to happen, heralded by a
symphony of grunts and toots, moans and squeaks, groans and outright explosive
eruptions of flatulence, and there was more than one moment where she thought
she’d messed herself.
“OK, Krystal,”
Carrie said, detaching the tray from the high-chair, “are you ready to walk?”
In response,
Krystal lifted up a butt-cheek and passed gas noisily. Chloe and Carrie
wrinkled their noses and fanned their faces.
“Let’s get out of
here,” Chloe said, helping Krystal out of the high chair unsteadily to her
feet, “Before we asphyxiate!”
Krystal belched
lazily, regarding the twins with drooping eyes, her face, bib, even her swollen
belly and the front of her diaper were still spattered with beans. She was
sober now, but the heavy lunch she’d just been stuffed with was making her
sleepy, and she was unsteady on her feet, the bulk and weight of the diaper
between her thighs keeping her legs spread awkwardly.
“Yeah, let’s get
a move on,” Carrie said, patting Krystal’s diapered rump for emphasis. In
response, Krystal blasted out a mushy fart, and Carrie pulled her hand away
quickly. “Eww! How about a little warning next time?”
“Open,” Chloe
demanded simply, and Krystal lazily opened her mouth. The pacifier was shoved
back between her lips and the straps fastened behind her head once more.
“I think feeding
her was a mistake,” said Carrie, pinching her nose shut for dramatic emphasis
as they led Krystal unsteadily out the door and down the hall. “She stinks like
an elephant’s butt!”
Krystal attempted
to ask Carrie how fresh she thought she would smell if she’d been the
one who had just been force-fed a whole can of beans, but the gag prevented
reduced it to a series of emphatic, muffled grunts.
“Agreed,” said
Chloe, ignoring her stepmother. “I wouldn’t get into the car with her now… it’d
be like driving around in an outhouse!”
Krystal glared,
but there was little she could do about it now. She reluctantly trailed behind
them, noting that, once again, they seemed to be moving deeper into the daycare
instead of toward the parking lot.
“I think a nap,
for one thing,” said Carrie. “She looks like she’s just about out on her feet.”
“Good thinking,
dear sister,” Chloe said, opening one of the doors and guiding her stepmother
inside. Krystal waddled along behind them, her soggy diaper drooping heavily
between her legs. Since she’d first wet, she’d started just peeing whenever the
need struck her—soon the diaper was warm and soaking wet—and starting to hang a
little low. She tugged up the waistband absently and toddled groggily along
behind Chloe and Carrie, following them obliviously into a room marked Nurses’
Station.
The twins had
been here before of course—hours ago, they had unpacked several more packages
obtained over the internet. Had she not been stuffed to the point of
unconsciousness, Krystal might have wondered exactly what the leather
upholstered spanking bench was doing in the middle of the Nurses’ Office in a
daycare… however, she was so out of it that she allowed the twins to guide her
into place, face down along it’s cool, padded surface, and lash her wrists and
ankles tightly, effectively immobilizing her, face down, with her big diapered
butt stuck up in the air behind her.
“I think the
patient needs something to clean her little tummy out,” said Carrie with well
practiced clinical detachment.
With perfect
comedic timing, Krystal grunted and blew a nasty Bronx cheer from her diapered
backside.
“I couldn’t have
put it better myself, stepmother dear,” Chloe deadpanned, crinkling her nose.
“I think a good
dose of castor oil should do the trick,” Carrie said. Beneath the bonnet, Krystal’s
eyes widened as she watched Carrie take the bottle of castor oil from her
purse. She struggled against her bonds, and her grunts behind the pacifier gag
grew more emphatic—but Carrie simply ignored her, dumping a large dose of the
oil into an IV bag, which she then hung on one of a pair of conveniently
located poles.
Carrie squatted
down in front of Krystal, looking her right in the eyes with a sadistic smile.
Reaching out, she pulled a small plug out of the front of the pacifier, then
fed the end of the IV tube into the opening. With the pacifier now effectively
transformed into a feeding gag, Carrie rose to her feet and slowly reached
toward the switch. Krystal shook her head furiously and looked up at her with
pleading eyes. By Carrie merely fixed her with a cool, superior smirk. “Bon
appetit,” she smirked, hitting the switch and starting the flow.
“BBBLLLLAAAAGGGG!” Krystal cried as best she could as the thick, oily,
positively disgusting concoction hit her mouth, coating her tongue and rolling
down her throat. The flow was slow but steady, and she was forced to swallow at
regular intervals to prevent choking. Krystal moaned and groaned, struggling
against her bonds and trying desperately to dislodge the gag from her mouth…
but it was no use, and she was left to gag, struggling against her bonds under
the watchful eyes of her hated stepdaughters.
“You know,
Carrie,” said Chloe conversationally, “I don’t mean to knock your skills as a
diagnostician, but I’m not sure I agree that this is the proper course of
action.”
Krystal grunted
out a sob of relief… finally, someone was talking sense.
“How do you mean,
sister dear?” Carrie asked.
“Well, I think
your instincts are right,” Chloe said, moving around to the other end of the
table. Krystal peeked over her shoulder, watching her nervously, sweat
dribbling down her brow, the thick, goopy castor oil still rolling down her
throat. “I just think you might be dealing with things on the wrong end…”
“HHUUUHHH?!?”
Krystal cried from behind her gag, not liking where this was going one bit.
“Is that so?”
asked Carrie with a smirk.
“Indeed… foul
though her mouth may be, I think this is a problem that’s going to be best
dealt with at the source…” she smirked, giving Krystal upturned rump a gentle
pat for emphasis, the thick padding crinkling audibly beneath her touch.
Krystal shifted as best she could with her arms and legs secured in place,
watching with eyes the size of saucers as Chloe removed a big red enema bag
from her purse.
Krystal struggled
against her bonds and shook her head furiously, desperate to free herself… but
the best she could manage was wriggling her diapered butt, stuck up in the air
behind her. Chloe laughed as she filled the bag with warm, soapy water.
“Just relax,
Krystal dearest,” she smirked, quickly filling the bag to capacity. “Soon we’re
going to have you all cleaned out.”
Krystal watched,
sweat dripping down her face as Chloe hung the bulging bag on the second IV
pole and wheeled it around to the back of the table. Krystal, now so focused on
what Chloe was doing that she’d nearly forgotten the foul tasting liquid that
was still filling her mouth, watched in horror as the tapes of her diaper were
undone, the back panel folded down to hang limply between her legs, leaving her
wearing nothing but a messy bib and a big, frilly bonnet. “Eww—did you piss
yourself?” Chloe said accusingly, barely able to contain her smirk. “Bad girl!”
she admonished, delivering a stinging, open-palmed swat to one of Krystal
plump, vulnerable buttocks, delighting as it jiggled. “You’d better learn to
control yourself,” she lectured, delivering another swat to the other cheek,
bringing out a red hand-print to match the one on the other side and making
Krystal growl angrily behind her feeding gag as she swallowed helplessly. Chloe
smirked, taking a tube of KY jelly from her purse.
“Let’s lube you
up a bit,” said Chloe, putting a large dollop of jelly on her index finger,
“not that you deserve it.” Krystal emitted a gurgling squeal as the cool gel
hit the crinkled rosebud of her anus. She tried to maintain her composure, but
she emitted a barely restrained groan of pleasure… one that only became more
emphatic as Chloe’s finger slowly penetrated her asshole. Krystal was desperate
to maintain her composure, but the sudden rush of pleasure was too much for
her, and before she knew it she was wriggling her bare, vulnerable butt as best
she could. Chloe gave a surprised laugh.
“Whoa! That’s not
the reaction I was expecting!” she chortled, watching her stepmother’s pussy
growing visibly wet as she worked her digit in and out in a slow, maddening
rhythm. “Is there any limit to your slutty behavior?” she laughed, delivering a
couple of more spanks to her stepmother’s upturned, quivering rear-end.
Chloe withdrew
her finger with maddening slowness, gently twisting it from one side to the
other as she did. Krystal groaned and shook, grinding her sex against the
leather bench and wiggling her bare ass in the air behind her. Finally she was
clear, and Krystal collapsed to the surface of the bench with a sob, swallowing
another mouthful of the wretched tasting castor oil. Chloe smirked, taking the
nozzle of the enema and greasing it with KY. The nozzle (another internet
purchase) was made of soft, thick black rubber and was probably far larger and
more phallic than was strictly necessary.
“Well, I
certainly wasn’t expecting you to enjoy this,” Chloe sniffed self-righteously,
playing the tip of the nozzle across her stepmother’s crinkled little asshole
(Krystal stiffened, sweat dribbling down her brow. Her bratty little bitch of a
stepdaughter had discovered her anal-eroticism… and now it seemed she was
intent on using it as yet another means to embarrass her. ) “But since you do,
well… enjoy the ride, dear stepmother!”
Krystal’s eyes
first widened, then crossed before emitting a positively piggish grunt of
pleasure as she felt Chloe push the nozzle home, its well-greased rubber
surface slipping up her equally well-greased hiney with practiced ease.
Groaning, her bare flesh quivered all over as Chloe pushed the nozzle home,
it’s black bulk filling her back passage, sending throbs of pleasure throughout
her body. Chloe pushed its entire length up Krystal’s butt with maddening
slowness, grinning gleefully as she watched her helpless stepmother writhe and
shiver in the throes of involuntary passion. “There we go,” Chloe said, giving
the nozzle a gentle wriggle for good measure. Krystal reared up and made a
noise that was half grunt and half gurgle, her eyes rolling back in her head, a
thick rivulet of spit and castor oil dribbling down her chin. “Time to drop the
checkered flag,” Chloe said with a chuckle; and without further ado, she opened
the clamp with a click, and seconds later Krystal gave a low moan as she felt
the warm, soapy water rush into her colon with a forceful whoosh. She was
filled both with the desire to leap up and flee (an impossibility bound as she
was) and the equally powerful desire to stay in place and hump the leather
bench beneath her to a furious climax, which she began doing almost immediately.
The water rushed into her with the force of a raging river, further filling her
already swollen abdomen. Krystal was helpless to do anything more than lewdly
grinding her neatly trimmed sex against the cool, soft, smooth surface beneath
her and clench and unclench her fingers and toes as she found herself
thoroughly stuffed from both ends.
The twins watched
and giggled mischievously—this was all going far better than they’d hoped, and
they were enjoying the spectacle of seeing their hated stepmother, trussed up
and naked, being pumped full of castor oil in one end and water in the other
while she alternately gagged and dry-humped the bench beneath. But still Carrie
frowned. “Seems like something’s missing, doesn’t it?” she mused allowed. She
scanned the room quickly, her eyes lighting up when she saw the thin, plastic
ruler on the desk in the corner. “Ah… perfect,” she said, picking it of off the
desk and walking slowly toward her bound and helpless stepmother, swishing it
in the air menacingly.
“You know,
Krystal,” she lectured condescendingly, “you’re really not supposed to be
enjoying this.” She punctuated her statement my tapping first one vulnerable
bare cheek, then the other with the cool, flat side of the ruler. Krystal’s
head immediately shot up, and she glanced back at Carrie, her eyes wide, filled
with a curious mix of desire and apprehension. She saw the ruler go up, then
heard it slicing sharply through the air as it swung downward toward her
vulnerable bare bum.
SMACK! “Bad
girl!” Carrie admonished. SMACK! She brought the ruler down again, this time on
the other cheek, making Krystal squeal and wriggle her rump helplessly. “This
is a medical procedure being carried out for your own good!” SMACK! “Not an
opportunity for you to indulge your degenerate perversions!” SMACK! “If you
can’t restrain yourself like a proper young woman…” SMACK! “Then it’s going to
be a very red bottom you’ll be sitting on!” SMACK! “Naughty girl!” SMACK!
“You’ve had this coming for quite some time, young lady!”
SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK! The spanking continued at a slow but deliberate pace… soon Krystal’s
buns were roasting, glowing red in the air behind her, and she uselessly
wriggled her butt back and forth to avoid the stinging swats... a futile effort
since Carrie was in perfect position to swat either plump, vulnerable buttock
at her leisure no matter how hard her demoralized stepmother wriggled. Krystal
tried to grit her teeth and ride it out—but the humiliation of her situation,
trussed up and spanked by her stepdaughters with a hot, soapy enema rushing up
her butt like old faithful, was all conspiring to make her pussy sopping wet,
and she was now humping herself frantically against the bench beneath her
loins. Chloe rooted around in her purse to produce a small, thick vibrator.
Moving around to
the rear, she squatted between her stepmother’s legs and switched it on,
pressing it against her rapidly moistening sex. Krystal gave a loud grunt in
response and wriggled her rump accordingly. She was painfully aroused, her
pussy positively dripping, and she was desperate to finish herself off. She gave a squeal when Carrie landed another
swat to her rapidly reddening rump, rattling her bonds theatrically. At least
she appeared to have finished off the castor oil, but the enema was still
flowing at a good clip, her already bloated tummy gurgling and swelling beneath
her, and Krystal was tormented with visions of her beautiful body being blown
up like a giant balloon. Worse still, her bratty stepdaughter, whom she’d so
recently held under her thumb, was now doling out a brisk spanking. And all
Krystal could think of, at this, the moment of her most sublime humiliation—was
how desperate she was for Chloe to slip the vibrator between her legs and end her
exquisite torment.
And finally, she
did—with her arms and legs bound helplessly in place, the hot, soapy enema
still gushing up her butt, Carrie delivering a rapid and well-deserved spanking
to her helpless and perfectly presented ass, Chloe slipped the vibrator into
Krystal’s sopping pussy without any resistance. Her world went red—she bucked
and squealed and writhed, the concert of conflicting sensations and feelings
overwhelming her. She laughed and cried, tears leaking down her cheeks and
drool running down her chin, her pussy being vibrated into orgasmic submission
as her bowels were filled with hot, frothy liquid. She wanted to beg them to
stop, she wanted to beg them not to stop, and had the gag not remained in place
in her mouth she would had demanded to be release immediately even as she
begged for an orgasm, would have command them to stop spanking her delicate
tushy even as she implored them to make her ass as red as a ripe tomato, would
have ordered them to remove the enema even as she pleaded with them to fill her
up to the brim and purge her of her wickedness…
She exploded into
orgasm, straining convulsively at her bonds, bare flesh quivering, her howls of
shame and pleasure barely muffled by her gag. Carrie and Chloe shared a smile
as they watched their rival writhe and quake and gurgle in pure animalistic
ecstasy, her shameful pleasure pushed to further and further heights by the
semi-involuntary nature of the situation. To be vibrated to an apocalyptic
climax by her hated stepdaughters, especially as she struggled, nude but for
her silly bib and ridiculous bonnet, wrists and ankles bound, a pacifier in her
mouth and a big, thick enema nozzle shoved up her butt, as the little brats
alternately masturbated and spanked her with impunity… it was by far her most
embarrassing moment—and the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced.
With a groan,
Krystal sagged at her bonds and lost consciousness.
Chloe checked her
watch. “The guests are going to start arriving in about 45 minutes,” she
informed her sister. “Is that going to be enough time?”
Smiling smugly,
Carrie went over to the counter and picked up one of the clocks they’d bought
off the internet. Concealed within was a tiny camera— which they’d conveniently
placed to capture every second of Krystal’s wild ride. They’d hidden them
throughout the daycare, each one carefully positioned to record every moment of
Krystal’s downfall. With the birthday girl slumbering softly now was the
perfect moment to start preparing the footage.
“Don’t worry,”
Carrie assured her sister, taking her laptop from her book bag. “Give me half
an hour and I’ll edit together a highlight reel our dear stepmother will never
forget…”
Lots of fun.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sarah!
DeleteAnother very nice chapter. Will the next one be the last one?
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeletePart five is indeed the final chapter.
I have really enjoyed this, great work!
ReplyDeleteThanks Rellen-- it's greatly appreciated!
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