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Doll Face Chapter Sixteen
🕑 Added 2020-09-26 16:17:07 +0000 UTCSorry I haven't been around much the last few weeks-- I've been having some problems with my health (not COVID related, don't worry) and I just haven't been online much lately. I'm going to be able to maintain the posting schedule, at least for a while, so don't worry on that front. I'll keep you all posted.
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“B-b-b-b-brad?!” Marilyn finally managed to gasp in a choked voice.
She couldn’t exactly say she was surprised by this turn of events... after all, it had only been a few weeks ago that she’d watched the man who was supposed to be her fiancee marry her own lowly assistant, in the ceremony that she herself had spent months planning.
Nevertheless, she couldn’t help feeling completely, utterly ridiculous in Melissa’s arms, carried against her hip as effortlessly as a real baby... a grown woman, dressed as and carried around like an infant, blushing and sucking her pacifier. She realized that, aside from her gorgeous, sexy, womanly body, she was almost indistinguishable from a three year old with a mommy who liked playing dress-up just a little too much.
“That’s right, sweetie,” Brad said bending down to kiss her softly on the forehead. “Da-da and ma-ma are back to take care of you now... Isn’t that right dear?”
“Absolutely!” Melissa said, bending in so close that Marilyn could smell her toothpaste. “Give ma-ma a big kiss!” she said, planting a huge wet smooch right on her lips.
Marilyn winced and scrunched up her face like a petulant child, but if Melissa noticed, she gave no sign as she jostled the beautiful Adult Baby in her arms with the ease of a newborn babe, gently patting her thickly padded bum as she pulled her in close for a cuddle.
Standing back a ways, Virginia silently watched the scene unfold before her, and when Marilyn shot her a glance, a silent plea for some sort of explanation, all she received in return was that damnable, sphinx-like smile, a total enigma as always.
“Oh! We missed you so much!” Melissa said, pulling Marilyn close for some more kisses, with exaggerated smooching sounds to go along with them. Wincing, she tried to pull away, but Melissa's grip on her seemed super-humanly strong, and the blonde beauty was forced to endure their condescending praise.
“She’s just the cutest, yes she is!” Melissa said, bouncing Marilyn’s diapered bottom effortlessly and kissing her all over her cheeks, forehead and lips. “You’re Ma-ma’s pretty little princess aren’t you? Yes you are!”
“Looks like princess has a soggy tushy, Ma-ma,” Brad said sardonically, reaching out to give Marilyn's pampered bottom a squeeze.
With an embarrassed squeal, Marilyn buried her face in Melissa’s shoulder... but she couldn’t hide forever, especially when Melissa stuck her finger into one of her leg bands and discovered the crotch soaking wet.
“Yeah, she needs a change,” Melissa announced with a couple of soothing pats to the seat of Marilyn’s bulky diaper. “Brad, could you spread the changing mat out for me?”
“You got it, babe,” he said, disappearing into the living room.
“Come on in, Virginia,” Melissa said, turning and carrying the blushing Baby Woman into the living room. “Once I get tinkle pants here into a new diaper, you can tell me all about what you two have been up to.”
Virginia was happy to comply, and the three women entered the living room to find the changing mat spread out on the floor and Brad laying out the changing supplies nearby.
“You want me to change her?” Brad asked, and Marilyn let out another uncontrollable gush of piss into her already soaking pampers.
“No, that’s OK, honey... I’ll take care of it,” Melissa said, kissing her on the cheek. Marilyn breathed a cool sigh of relief, but it was short lived when she realized her embarrassment had only been downgraded. This was, after all, a woman she had insulted and belittled for three years... Marilyn, about to have her sagging, wet diaper changed, couldn’t imagine a more stark reversal of power.
She soon found herself on her back on the floor in the middle of the living room, staring up at the ceiling and sucking on her pacifier, trying to slow her breathing. Around her waist, her dress had been flipped up, exposing her puffy baby diaper to the room. Melissa settled on her knees between Marilyn’s legs, grinning as she reached out towards the tabs of her diaper.
Melissa tore the tapes open with quick, swift motions, the tearing sound echoing in the apartment. Marilyn couldn’t stifle a jump and a gasp, reddening and cursing herself. Her blush only deepened when the warm, wet pamper was pealed down, exposing her pissy pussy to the room, all hairless and gleaming. She swore she heard a chuckle and tipped her head back to see Virginia watching from the couch and stifling a giggle with her hand, eyes gleaming mischievously.
“Upsie daisy!” Melissa sang, taking Marilyn by the ankles and hoisting her legs into the air. Marilyn gasped, taken by surprise, the sudden breeze on her damp buttocks making her shiver. She squirmed when she felt the cool baby wipe against her skin. Marilyn chewed her lip-- it felt good to get clean, but the thought of her former assistant changing her diaper, especially in front of Brad, was painfully embarrassing.
A fresh pamper was spread out under her bottom. Her tushy was lowered, the beautiful blonde squirming when her round fanny made contact with the seat of the diaper. She looked up, watching with big, round eyes as Melissa rained powder upon her smoothly shaved privates before lifting her legs once more to repeat the process on her bottom. The powder was patted and smoothed into her skin, cloaking her in the infantile smell of talcum powder. In spite of her gorgeous body, the pinnacle of womanly perfection, she felt more like a baby than ever before.
The diaper was pulled up tightly against her pussy and seal shut snugly around her waist. Lifting her head, she gazed down shamefully at the bulging pamper around her loins, suppressing a groan of humiliation.
“OK, pissy-pants,” Melissa teased, taking her by the hand and pulling her into a sitting position. “All clean! Now-- can I trust you to play quietly on your blanket, or does mommy have to put you in the playpen?” Melissa asked, faux sternly.
Marilyn nodded, indicating that she could, indeed, play quietly and didn't need to go in the playpen. Melissa smiled, reaching out to run her fingers through Marilyn’s long blonde hair a bit before rising and taking a seat near Brad and Virginia in the living room.
Marilyn's spun on her thickly padded bottom until she was facing towards the others. Picking up a nearby My Little Pony, she bounced it listlessly on the floor, pretending to play while she focused her attention on what they were saying.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Virginia said with good humour, sipping her mimosa. “It was no trouble at all... she was a perfect little angel!”
“Really? I’m so glad to hear that. Some of Marilyn's babysitters have told me she can be a bit of a handful.”
“Oh, no, she’s a perfect sweetheart-- after a little spanking, that is,” Virginia said, hiding her sly smile behind her glass.
This remark had Brad and Melissa roaring with laughter... and Marilyn blushing furiously, remembering the feeling of laying across Virginia’s lap with a bare and stinging bottom, bringing competing feelings of shame and exhilaration.
“Oh, I’m going to have to remember that!” Melissa said, chuckling heartily. “She can be quite the little brat sometimes!”
“Aw, she’s a kitten... if you know the right way to treat her, that is!” Virginia said, shooting her a wink. On the blanket, Marilyn listened quietly except for the occasional crinkle of her diapered bottom, her shame growing as she listened to Virginia sharing her baby-sitting tips with Brad and Melissa, who listened enthusiastically.
“Yes, like my mother always said: there’s nothing wrong with a naughty girl that can’t be solved with a red bottom and an early bedtime!” Virginia said sagely, drawing amused chuckles from Brad and Melissa.
“I think Virginia’s got a point,” Brad said with a good natured chuckle. “From now on, when she acts up, I’m gonna turn her over my knee, pull down that diaper and spank that cute little bottom bright red!”
The thought froze Marilyn's heart in her chest, her face turning white. She’d always been the dominant one in their relationship, able to bully the easy going Brad with relative ease... she’d never considered the possibility of going over his knee for a spanking on her bare butt-- but now, she was unable to get the image out of her mind, and the thought had her breathing heavy.
“Oh, look at that,” Melissa announced, rising from her spot on the couch. “It’s time for lunch!”
