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Doll Face Chapter Eighteen
🕑 Added 2020-11-28 16:55:57 +0000 UTCHere we go: the final installment. Thanks to everyone who left likes and comments. Tune in next month for the beginning of San Bambina.
The thick, hot smelliness oozed from Marilyn's butt-crack, slowly filling up the seat of her diaper and smearing each of her smooth, gorgeous, womanly buttocks. Breathing heavily, she attempted once again to tighten her anus, which proved quite useless as she unleashed a deafening explosion of diarrhea into the seat of her pampers like the blast of a cannon.
There was no way the “grown-ups” could ignore that one, and it was with a shameful, blushing red face that she glanced over her shoulder at their table again.
This time, they were all looking in her direction, Brad and Melissa with mild concern, Virginia with barely concealed amusement.
“Uh oh,” said Melissa. “Sounds like someone’s gassy.”
“That’s what happens when you force feed her a pound and a half of strained prunes, dear,” Brad replied sardonically.
“Don’t be a jerk! Besides, you know full well I didn’t have to ‘force’ her to do anything... she made a real pig of herself!”
“Too true,” he responded. They returned their attention to Marilyn's distress.
Sitting on the baby blanket, Marilyn fumed, hating the way they were talking like she wasn’t even there... but she had other problems to worry about.
“Oooohhh GGOOODDD!” Marilyn exclaimed, followed by a strained, liquid grunt as she unleashed a loud, bubbly eruption of farts and mushy brown poo-poo that was gross, gooey, and seeming to go on forever. By the time it was finished, she was sitting in a pamper full of hot, wet mud and blanketed in a thick, foul stench.
“Uh oh,” Melissa said with a knowing chuckle. “Sounds like somebody’s having a blowout!”
It was a prophetic statement-- no sooner had the words left her mouth than Marilyn’s bowels kicked into high gear again. “Oooohhhh NNNNNNOOOOO!” Marilyn wailed, a mushy, farty torrent of stinky brown poopy gushed from her backside, forcing her quivering anus open and parting her buttocks as it flooded out of her noisily, spattering against the back of her diaper like a fastball hitting a catcher’s mitt.
She howled, mortified, all of her efforts to control herself utterly futile. A wave of thick, lumpy diarrhea oozed loudly out of her backside, mushing into her diaper and lifting her on a cushion of smelly brown poop.
Normally when Marilyn messed her diaper, she was able to comport herself with a little stoicism. She refused to beg for changes, and under most circumstances, was able to wait until Virginia decided she was too stinky to endure any further, and gave in, carrying her off to have her diaper changed.
But this was different... under the watchful, smiling eyes of not just Virginia, but her former fiancee and ex-assistant was too much, and Marilyn quickly found herself overcome with emotions.
“WWWWWWAAAHHHHH!” she howled, beating her fists against the floor in a bratty tantrum.
“Now now,” Brad said, rising from his seat with a sigh. “Stop that crying, princess.”
But now that the dam was broken there was no way she could stop the torrent of emotions that poured from her. Weeks of pent up frustrations and humiliations came bubbling to the surface, and as she stewed in her diarrhea filled diaper, there was nothing Marilyn could do to stop herself from crying like a two year old.
“WWWAAAA!” she squealed. “WAAAA! I WANT MY DIRTY DIAPER CHANGED!”
“Now don’t cry, sweetie,” Brad said, pulling her in for a hug (while holding his breath against the stink that was beginning to waft up from her pampers.) “There there, baby. Let’s go-- daddy will change you.”
Marilyn clung to him, lips quivering, tears raining from her eyes. The prospect of getting a dirty diaper change from him was undeniably humiliating... but the thought of spending one more moment in that dirty, stinky diaper was more than she could bear. She let herself go limp in his arms and allowed herself to be lifted and carried down the hallway.
Marilyn was unsurprised when she found herself in an adult sized nursery. She’d become used to such things from her time with Virginia. He laid her down on her back, making her wince when she felt the muddy load squish beneath her buttocks. But she forced herself to sit still, giving a silent prayer of thanks when she heard him tear open the diaper and fold it down.
“Oh my,” Brad said, shaking his head when he saw the inside of her fully loaded diaper. “You are quite a mess, aren’t you sweetie?”
She shut her eyes and began to cry again, unable to handle even a little light teasing at a moment like this. Brad laughed, taking her by the ankles, lifting her feet, and beginning the task of cleaning her bottom.
“There there,” he said soothingly, running the wet wipe across the warm flesh of her buttocks, the skin slowly reappearing from behind the mushy mess that had been caked across her tushy. She shivered, but forced herself to remain still... the sensation of getting clean felt wonderful.
“That’s my girl,” he said soothingly, discarding the wipe and drawing another. “Just lie still and let Daddy get you nice and clean. You want to be nice and clean, right?”
“Uh huh,” she sighed weakly, closing her eyes and allowing him to do his work.
At last, her butt was clean. The messy diaper was removed and dropped into the nearby diaper pail with a heavy thud, the lid slamming loudly shut behind it. Brad encircled her ankles with one strong hand and lifted her backside off the changing table to slip a fresh pamper underneath her. In spite of herself, Marilyn let out a gentle sigh when her cheeks made contact with the soft cottony material. It felt heavenly against her skin after sitting in her hot, smelly diaper.
He lifted her legs again, and Marilyn blushed, realizing the both the rosy pucker of her anus and her soft, smooth pussy were displayed lewdly to him. A dusting of powder across her bare ass made her shiver pleasantly, and his hand patting it into her rounded, womanly buns brought a sly smile to her face.
Her freshly powdered bum was lowered onto the diaper. Brad gently pushed her legs apart and shook a fine coating of sweet smelling white powder over her pussy. Marilyn sighed and spread her thighs as far as they would go, murmuring quietly to herself when he patted the powder into her soft bare slit.
Finally, the diaper was pulled up tightly between her legs. He taped it up snugly, sealing her in. Marilyn groaned and squirmed, squeezing her eyes closed. It was, of course, lovely to be out of that dirty diaper... but ultimately, her situation hadn’t improved all that much. She couldn’t bear to look at him-- not after he’d seen her in a loaded pamper, and definitely not after he’d had to wipe her messy butt for her. How would he ever be able to take her seriously as a woman ever again, even if Virginia did reverse her spell?
“Time for a little nap, I think,” Brad said, scooping her up, one big broad hand under her freshly diapered bottom. Marilyn wrapped her arms and legs around him, burying her face in his shoulder. There seemed to be nothing else for her to do at this point, other than surrender.
So that’s what she did. Marilyn simply gave in, allowing him to first dress her in a soft, warm sleeper, then carry her over to the crib and lay her down on the cozy mattress, a thick, plastic sheet crinkling loudly beneath her weight. He tucked her in tight, then bent down to kiss her softly on the forehead.
“Good night, darling,” he said, turning out the lights and closing the door behind him.
Marilyn sulked, tossing herself onto her side. It just wasn’t fair; none of it was fair! She knew she hadn’t been the nicest person... but did she really deserve this?! She cursed Virginia in her mind-- how dare she do this?!
I should go out there and demand she change me back!, the beautiful blonde Adult Baby thought, yawning sleepily. Yes, that’s exactly what I’ll do. I’ll just jump out of this crib, march in there, and make her put things back to normal! Her eyes fluttered and finally closed. Marilyn sighed softly. Yes, that’s just what I’ll do, she thought, popping her thumb into her mouth. I’ll march in there and make her change me back. Right... right as soon as I’m finished my nap, she thought as she made her final surrender, drifting off to sleep.
The End
