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A Dish Best Served Messy: Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2022-07-25 16:05:48 +0000 UTCDISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, body transformation, babyfication, humiliation, domination, masturbation/diaper sex, hypermessing, anal play, hypnosis, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!
Co-Written By: LittlePissy
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*BZZZ! BZZZ!*
“Hello…oh, hi Karley! It’s been a while! Are you in the area?” With her phone pressed to her ear, Mother Elma sat in comfort on the deck of her luxurious villa. Being a full-time mommy dom was no easy task, but having risen to the top of her field, it certainly paid well. “...yes, I am, in fact, free tonight. You sound like you’ve been scheming, little mouse.”
Blushing on the other end of the call, Karley did her best to keep her enthusiasm low enough to not attract attention from Alyssa and Sawyer, both of whom were nearby. “Perhaps, and don’t worry, we have more than enough money to pay for your services,” she said, looking back at Sawyer, who was playing with Morgan’s credit card in her hands.
Reclining back in her sun lounger, Elma snickered to herself. Clearly, her protégé had some new-found confidence and she was dying to know the cause. As she listened to Karley list off the need-to-know information, she grabbed the notepad next to her seat and began taking notes, “I think I get the gist. Why don’t you tell me a bit more about this Morgan girl.”
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*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRTT!!!*
Unable to maintain her grip on her bowels, Morgan unleashed a torrent of fecal matter into the seat of her already messy diaper. Unlike the last time when there were at least a few solids in the mix, what came out of her was practically liquified, feeling as though her poopoo had the consistency of a milkshake.
Speaking of milk, Morgan couldn’t stem the flow of Elma’s tig ol’ bitties, taking in nearly as many fluids as were pouring out of her. Her whimpers fell on deaf ears as she struggled to inhale through her nose in between gulps.
“Awww, why do you look so stressed, baby girl?” said Elma, teasing Morgan while also growing the tiniest bit concerned, “Relax, there’s nothing to worry or be embarrassed about. This is the fun part! You’re living out your greatest fantasy, and what could be better than that?”
Morgan practically went cross-eyed as she heard Elma refer to what was happening as her “greatest fantasy.” At no point tonight had she given any indication that she was enjoying herself in the slightest. Was this woman really supposed to be the amazing mommy dom that Karley wouldn’t shut up about? If she could speak, she would instantly shut down this bizarrely false notion that Elma was harboring. Sadly, it was all she could do to grunt in dissatisfaction, hoping that her scowling face and frantic movements would alert her babysitter to this fact.
Instead, Mother Elma could only roll her eyes at Morgan’s reaction. “You know, when your friends told me you loved to cling to your bratty persona to the bitter end, I didn’t think you would stay defiant for this long,” she said, freeing her hand from Morgan’s tummy and bapping her on the nose. It wasn’t as if Morgan would be going anywhere while her bowels were voiding.
Suddenly, the reality of what was happening hit Morgan like a speeding semi. Everything that had happened tonight had been planned and premeditated not by Elma, but by the so-called friends that left her in the caregiver’s care. How could she have been so stupid not to have figured that out before now?
Giggling as she stared down into Morgan’s panicked eyes, Elma could tell she’d struck a nerve. “That’s right. Did you think you were going to trick me into believing you were a big girl?” she taunted as she reached down and placed her hand on Morgan’s ever-expanding diaper, “Your besties all told me about how it was your dream to spend the evening with a doting mommy dom. That you wanted to misbehave and rack up punishments. How you would say just about anything to get out of this when really you never wanted this experience to end. Oh, and most importantly, that you wanted to hypermess and cum buckets into your pampers uncontrollably for me until your body couldn’t go any longer. Now, did I miss anything, or does that sound correct to you?”
Morgan felt petrified by what she had just heard. Not only had her sorority sisters left her in the hands of a mommy dom, but they’d managed to cover every base when it came to the way she reacted to everything. If she refused to do something, she was just being bratty. If she went along with it, she was caving to her “Little side.” She’d never felt more like a fool, having played herself directly into Sawyer, Alyssa, and Karley’s hands as if they had predicted every move she would make tonight.
*SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRCCCCH!!!*
At the present, what her trio of friends had done was the least of her concerns as her body continued to pile pounds of manure into her monstrously-sized padding. No longer was her diaper even shaped like a diaper as it bulged outward in every direction. The brown muck stained the once-white nappy as it forced its way between her legs and into the front of her diaper. It reminded her of how the oatmeal had felt earlier this morning, with the foul-smelling merciless spreading into any nook and cranny it could find.
Making matters worse was that Morgan could feel herself growing hotter by the second. She’d managed to keep a handle on her unfortunately insatiable sex drive throughout this evening’s events, but just like what had happened at the beach, her body seemingly craved to be an infantilized mess. It was as if the larger her diaper got, the hornier she felt.
Morgan’s arousal certainly caught Elma’s eye, causing a smug grin to creep across her face. With her hand already planted firmly on Morgan’s overloaded diaper, she pushed down on the crotch, mooshing the diaper directly above Morgan’s coochie. “Is my horny bab finally giving in, or do I need to break you even furth-OW!!”
Unable to control her chompers, Morgan unconsciously bit down on Elma’s bountiful breast, causing the domme to retract her hand instantly. With the amount of pleasure coursing through her body, closing her teeth around the engorged teet was practically a knee-jerk reaction. However, in Mother Elma’s eyes, it was a declaration of war.
“I see, so that’s how you want to play this, huh?” said Elma, holding her injured boob delicately as her milk splurted outward, drenching Morgan in her sweet juices. Reaching down, Elma took hold of the baby bag she’d placed beside the couch, which held a variety of both mommy and dommy items. After giving Morgan her life-changing ABDL experience, she was prepared to get her changed into a nice, clean diaper and snuggle with her before bed. No longer would such niceties take place. If Morgan wanted to keep up this bratty charade, then she would give her exactly what she deserved.
First came the discarded mitten that Elma had been kind enough to remove so that she could enjoy her reward snack. She took hold of Morgan’s shaky arm and carefully folded up her fingers, making the mitten slide on with ease. “No more freedom for you, mush tush!” she said in a venomous tone, signaling to Morgan that she wasn’t playing around anymore.
Next, Elma took out a pair of noise-canceling headphones and placed them on Morgan’s head before buckling in the chin lock that she’d expertly attached to the headset, ensuring that no matter how much a little squirmed and shook, they would never be able to remove them on their own. Taking the phone from her pocket, she synced the audio up with the headphones and tabbed over to her hypnotic playlist, selecting the track labeled, “Naughty Brat to Good Diaper Slut.”
“I’m afraid this is the last you’ll be hearing of my sweet voice,” said Elma, speaking up so that Morgan could understand her clearly from behind the muffled headset, “But don’t worry, I’ll be right here every step of the way.” Without further ado, she pressed play on her phone and cranked the volume up to its highest setting.
Nestled in Elma’s lap with two globular gazongas on each side of her head, Morgan found herself unable to resist the harsher treatment she was now receiving. The moment the audio started blaring through the headphone speakers, she knew she was doomed.
“Lie back and get comfortable, my bratty baby girl. You’re about to embark on a journey with me. A journey to unlock that sweet diaper slut hidden underneath,” said the attractive, female voice layered atop the symphonic sound waves and binaural beats that were designed to tickle even the most fortified minds, “There is no resisting my words. Your mind is already latching onto my voice and absorbing everything I say and your body is feeling so heavy.”
True to the recording’s words, Morgan felt her already weakened arms beginning to slump to her sides. She tried to lift her dominant hand to prove to herself that she wasn’t being hypnotized, but her body could barely raise it higher than an inch or two before it flopped back down on the plush couch.
“That’s right, much too heavy to do anything but lay back and take in everything I say, both consciously and subconsciously,” said the hypnotic voice, filling Morgan with intense dread, “Right now, I want you to imagine you’re standing at the top of a wide staircase. I’m going to count down from 5 to 1, and with each number, you’re going to take a step. The further you descend, the deeper you’ll fall into trance.”
Realizing she didn’t have much time left, Morgan used her now agape mouth to plead for mercy. “P-pweash,” she said, barely able to control her jaw muscles after so much sucking and sexual stimulation, “I be a…gud giwl…I pwomish…”
“5. Feeling your eyes start to lose focus. Everything around you is becoming so blurry.”
Watching Morgan’s eyes start to gloss over, Elma could already tell that her descent was just getting started. Booping Morgan’s nose with her finger, she silently shook her head before blowing her a kiss.
“4. Letting go of your acquired knowledge. You are not an adult. You are a baby. A baby who loves to be diapered.”
With the headphones and locking mittens in place, Elma reached into her bag for the third and final item she would need to finish off this brat once and for all. In her hand was the pleasure device that was certain to combat any resistance Morgan may have left. The Hitachi Magic Wand was a staple of any good mommy dom’s collection, after all. Combined with the aphrodisiacs she’d mixed into her special, homemade baby food, the long, white vibrator was certain to send Morgan’s horny little brain over the edge.
3. You don’t just love diapers. You love to use them too. It makes you feel so good and so happy to wet and mess yourself like the silly baby you are.”
*BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRT!!!*
Morgan’s bowels kicked into high gear as she no longer felt the will to hold back. Why should she, she was a baby after-NO! Batting her eyelids, she tried to break through the hypnotic spell that was taking hold of her mind.
“2. Feeling your inhibitions weakening. You aren’t ashamed of your love for diapers and you want everyone to know that. You want everyone to know how naughty and horny diapers make you.”
Jamming the Magic Wand into the front of Morgan’s insanely messy diaper, Elma chuckled as Morgan feebly moaned, her tongue flopping out of her mouth in a sexual frenzy. Placing her finger on the on-switch, she waited for the inevitable gasp from her baby girl that would let her know that she’d reached the final step of the staircase.
With one last push of her conscious mind, Morgan laid her eyes upon the fully grown pumpkin of diaper she had wrapped around her waist, as well as the vibrator that was mooshing into its lumpy, squishy front. “N-Nuh,” was all she could manage to force out. This fight was over before it had even begun.
“1. *SNAP!* Feeling your body lift up as if it was floating on a cloud of pure euphoria. Your skin is so sensitive and soft, just like a baby. That’s what you are now, a baby who fills their diaper with all the love they have.”
The instant that the voice snapped its fingers, Morgan felt the ground drop out from under her. She didn’t feel as though she was falling, though, so much as levitating. All the worries she’d had seemed to disappear in that same instant, leaving her in a state of utter bliss. Whatever was happening to her outside of her mind no longer mattered. She closed her eyes, feeling truly happy and content for the first time in a very long time.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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