Doubling Down Into Diapers (Updated Aug. 8)

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Sipping her drink and breathing steadily, Vanessa tried to clear her mind and put her anxieties to rest. It was a ritual she went through before every game, a way of focusing herself and suppressing any remaining fears she may have had. Ordinarily, she was cool as a cucumber by this point in the evening... but tonight was special.

Beverage in hand, she wove her way through the crowd, pretending not to notice the glances she was getting. The outfit was carefully selected, and not just for it’s distracting effect in the heat of a high-stakes game... with no sleeves (or much of anything else) to stash cards in, it made it more difficult for anyone to accuse her of anything... untoward.

She sipped her drink, selecting a slot machine at random. It was the most important part of her ritual-- she settled back into the seat and fed her money into the slot, ready for the one spin that would predict her fortunes for the evening.

Hitting the button, Vanessa watched the characters spin on the screen, the lights flickering across her finely chiselled features, letting the alcohol settle into her belly and fill her with it’s relaxing warmth.

The symbols fell into place, the machine binging pleasantly as three cherries clacked down into a neat little row, a couple of coins clanking into the dish before her. A good start for most people... But it was a frown that Veronica wore when she rose from her seat and left, not even bothering to collect her winnings. Not exactly a great omen for tonight, she thought, sipping her drink and making her way through the lounge. Tonight, she needed to make a big score, and for that, she would need more on her side than just luck.

She swayed her hips as she walked, wiggling her butt in just the right way to attract attention, a move she’d practised until it was as natural as breathing. She prided herself on her body, worked hard to keep it looking good... and she was an expert on using that to her advantage.

Draining the last of her drink, she left the lounge and entered the casino... but she didn’t make her way to one of the tables on the floor. Tonight, she’d manage to score an invite to a private game with some of the wealthiest people in the city. A rare opportunity, one she had to hustle her well toned buns to get... and one fraught with peril, even for someone with her skill. The host, William J. Howard, was both very wealthy and generally considered one of the best amateur poker players in the country... as well as a well know eccentric, with enough strange rumours swirling around him to keep TMZ busy for years. He was also quite handsome, and very single ... Vanessa smiled to herself-- she was always in the marketplace for a new sugar daddy. Maybe if she wasn’t lucky in cards tonight, then perhaps they could...

She forced all that out her mind, showing her invitation at the desk and gaining access to Howard’s private elevator, and moments later she was on her way up.

 

 

The game went on into the night, the players growing louder and more rowdy as the evening wore on... all except Vanessa, who stuck to ginger ale, and Howard himself, who maintained both his sobriety and his money. She played smart, utilizing the bottom dealing and slight of hand tricks she’d learned from her father and uncles sparingly to accumulate a modest pile of winnings that grew by inches as the evening wore on.

Vanessa played smart, and cheated smarter, her small pile of chips growing fat in front of her. While the other players consumed larger and larger amounts of booze, most leering openly at the flesh generously displayed by her outfit, she just smiled and pretended she didn’t notice the looks she was getting when she leaned forward far longer than necessary to place her money in the pot, or sat sideways in her seat to reveal almost the entirety of her smooth bare legs.

Of course, the extra attention meant she had to be extra careful when she “tilted” things in her direction, but her hands were nimble and quick, the cards fitting perfectly into her palm, and she transitioned them between her hand or the deck and back again effortlessly.... all while building herself a nice pile of winnings.

At last, the evening was coming to a close, with the other players having either cut their losses or lost their chips entirely. One by one, they drifted away from the table, until it was just Vanessa, Howard, and a big pile of cash... and she intended to work him with everything she had.

She batted her eyes and smiled invitingly, flirting shamelessly, doing everything in her power to keep him focused on her face, her tits, her legs... anything but her fingers, which massaged the deck in her favour, putting the cards she wanted into her hand when she dealt or deftly cupped a spare ace, king or queen in her left palm, ready to be deployed when needed.

The game went on, the betting growing faster, more intense... Vanessa’s eyes gleamed as she gazed into the pot, trying to calculate it’s worth, her soft, pink tongue wetting her lips as she studied her cards and watched Howard make his bets, determining that either he had a solid hand himself-- or that he was a calculating and fearless bluffer.

With an ease that was born out of hours of practice, she swapped the ace she had palmed for a lowly two before reaching out to drop her chips in the pot...

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Vanessa pulled the switch off without a hitch, the ace replacing the two in her hand. The manoeuvre was so smooth, the movements honed via hours of practice, the motions so minute and precise that they almost didn’t exist at all...

Or so she had thought.

“Just a moment young lady,” said a stern and booming voice from across the table.

And before she could react, he was reaching across the table to seize her wrist. “Hey!” She cried, struggling to tear her arm out of his grasp, “Lemmie go!” Vanessa winced when Howard twisted her wrist painfully in his hand, turning it around to discover the lowly deuce she had cupped in her palm.

“I thought so,” he said calmly, his handsome face regarding her with cool contempt. His grip on her arm was strong and firm, just short of painful. Vanessa struggled, fighting to tear her arm loose from his grip... to no avail. “You’re very good,” he said, taking the card from her hand and discarding it onto the table, “but not good enough, it would seem.”

“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she lied pathetically, her attempts to free herself growing more energetic. “I-- it was an accident! Yeah, that’s it!” she insisted.

“You little liar,” he growled, pulling her to her feet and dragging her across the room. “You’ve got a lot a gall missy... there aren’t too many people who think they can come in here, cheat me, and lie to my face about it!”

“Let... me... go, you big bully!” She protested, digging in her heels and fighting against him as best she could.

“I don’t think so, little lady,” Howard said, “I caught you red handed, and I’m sure a minx like you has all kinds of brushes with the law in your past.”

Vanessa winced. He was right, of course-- she’d been in all kinds of minor trouble since her teenage years, starting with petty theft and escalating from there. Howard was right about one thing... there was no way the cops would listen to a word she said if she was being accused by a man like him.

“I thought so,” he said triumphantly. “Yes, I think I’m going to have to arrange a nice chat between you and the boys at the local precinct. But first,” he said, settling himself into a nearby chair and hauling the struggling Vanessa across his lap, “I think it’s time to teach you a lesson about what happens to little girls who try to swindle me!”

With a surprised shriek, she found herself upended over his lap, dangling over his powerful knee, her neat, rounded bottom pointed up in the air behind her, straining alluringly against the fabric of her dress. Dizzy and disoriented, what had transpired hadn’t dawned on her-- at least, not until his broad, hard hand landed against her wriggling posterior with an echoing POP!

“OOOWWWW!” she squealed, kicking her dainty feet in the air behind her. Surely he wasn’t actually going to...?

But her worst fears were confirmed when his palm cam down on her plump backside again, followed swiftly by a third and fourth strike, each one ringing off her bottom loudly in the spacious living room. A prickling heat began spreading across her wiggling tushy, and Vanessa was helpless to do anything but kick her legs in the air behind her in time with her spanking.

“OW! Oh! Stop! OWIE! STOP YOU BASTARD!” She demanded, her voice as high and whiny as a naughty schoolgirl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

In response, Howard tugged up the back of her dress, exposing her bare buttocks, already turning pink under his assault, and the single, silken strand of fabric running between them that passed for her underwear.

“Oh no! Don’t you dare!” She squealed, reaching back to protect her rump with her palm. But it was a simple thing for him to simply take her wrist and pin it at her lower back, leaving her trapped in place and more vulnerable than before. Vanessa frantically pumped her legs, bare buns jiggling energetically in the air behind her.

“YEEEOOOWW!” she cried, a blistering spank landing across the center of her wiggling domes, sending her plump, womanly flesh rippling beneath his strong, sure hand. After a few minutes, Howard performed the largely ceremonial task of tugging down her almost not existent panties, which quickly wound up tangled around her ankles.

Vanessa emitted a sharp shriek as the last vestige of her dignity was stripped away from her, kicking and struggling anew when the spanking resumed. “Let me go, you creep!”

“I don’t think so,” he sneered, roasting her hiney with a flurry of painful spanks. “You’d better settle in, babycakes... your troubles have only just begun.”

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“AAAOOOWWW!” Vanessa cried, a particularly searing spank landing in the dead center of her hiney, making her smooth white buns jiggle. Kicking her feet in the air behind her as best she could with her panties tangled around her ankles, the gorgeous blonde realized she had a secondary source of discomfort that was unrelated to her spanking, but was quickly becoming an even more pressing concern-- a growing pressure in her bladder that seemed to come out of nowhere and was rapidly becoming uncomfortable.

“Stop!” She demanded, trying to look him in the eye over her shoulder. “You’d better-- OW! you’d better let me go, asshole!”

“Oh really?” he said with a chuckle.

“You-- YEEOW! You’re going to regret it!” she said through gritted teeth, gripping the carpet with white knuckles.

He snorted dismissively. “What are you going to do?” he said, bringing his firm, strong palm down against her soft bare bottom, “call the cops?”

“All I can-- OW! All I can say is that if you don’t stop spanking me, you’re going to be sorry!” She forced herself to stop kicking and pressed her thighs together against the growing urgency in her bladder. She clenched and tightened as best she could... but he wasn’t making it any easier with the steady beat of his spanking.

“You’re in no position to be making demands,” he said coolly, and he emphasized his point with a stinging spank to her already glowing tushy, making her squeal and writhe her sexy body over his lap.

A brief trickle of pee dribbled loose-- no more than a drop, but she could feel it between her thighs, all slick and uncomfortable. “OHMIGOD! You hafta let me up, mister-- I gotta go to the bathroom!”

“Oh, come on,” he said rolling his eyes. He rubbed her throbbing, burning bum with his hand, grinning with satisfaction when she hissed and squirmed in response. “You can’t possibly think I’m going to fall for that old gag,” he admonished, punctuating his statement with a medium hard swat.

“OW! Oh! Believe what you want, you big bully!” She squealed, beating her fists against the shag. “All I can tell you is you’d better let me up, unless you want a wet patch on that fancy suit of yours!”

“Frankly, I’m disappointed,” he said sardonically, handing out another hard spank. “I would’ve thought a girl like you could come up with a better line than that to get yourself out of this.”

Vanessa let out a frustrated growl, then winced when she received a stinging swat in response. It was at that moment that the pressure on her bladder finally overwhelmed her. With a long hiss, and a large dollop of spiteful satisfaction, she released a powerful jet of pee that instantly soaked Howard’s lap.

“Oh God!” He cried, genuinely surprised. He’d been so sure she was fibbing to get out her punishment... won’t make that mistake again, he thought sourly to himself, feeling the material of his suit go wet and cling uncomfortably to his skin.

“I told you so!” she cried, hot yellow piss gushing uncontrollably from her bladder. Beneath her, the thin, gauzy material of her dress was instantly saturated, soaking through tp both her spanker’s lap and dripping down onto the carpet below them.

Vanessa blushed, humiliated to have actually wet herself during a spanking as a grown woman... but she couldn’t deny that she felt not only relief, but a certain glee at having so successfully spited her tormentor, though she was sure it would probably come back to haunt her.

He hauled her off his lap in a matter of seconds, but it was too little too late... by the time he’d lifted her from his lap and set her on her feet on the floor, the damage had been done... both of them were soaked from the waist down, and the carpet beneath them had been significantly splashed as well. Further, she was still wetting, and although she could have easily stemmed the flow by this point, she maliciously allowed it to continue, a stream of urine hissing from between her legs and striking the rug with a strong pittering sound, collecting in a pool between her feet.

Howard sat in disbelief, watching her piss on the rug in stunned silence. The stream finally dribbled to a stop, and he fumed as he watched her grin and breathe a sigh of relief to herself.

“AAAhhhh!” Vanessa groaned cheerfully, the relief in her bladder almost orgasmic. She gave him a cheeky look, giggling to herself when she saw how mad he was.

“You--” he stammered angrily.

“Hey, don’t blame me,” she said cheekily. “I told you I had to go!”

Furious, he stood up and grabbed her by the wrist, looking fiercely into her eyes. “You little brat!” he spat angrily, dragging her down the hall. “I know just what you need!”

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“Hey! Where are you taking me?!” Vanessa screeched, trying and failing to tear her wrist away as Howard dragged her down the hall. Still wet with pee from the waist down, her feet slipped and slid against the tiles beneath them, and she struggled to keep up and maintain her balance. Her dress was still hiked up at the back, the plump mounds of her buttocks, still glowing red from her recent spanking, jiggling adorably behind her with every step.

“Let’s go!” Howard commanded firmly, reaching back to land a casual swat to her roasted rump.

“OWW! You bast-- YEEOWW!” She cried, another blistering spank making her prance briefly in place.

“Here we are,” he said with a sinister chuckle, opening an innocent looking door and propelling her inside with a swat.

“YEOUCH!” Vanessa shrieked, her hands going instinctively to her abused backside, trying to rub out the sting. Her eyes were blurry, her ass searing behind her, and it took her a long moment to realize where she was and another moment to figure out what was happening.

“Oh... my... God!”

It was the crib that first drew her attention-- expertly constructed and lovingly painted in pink and red, perfect for a baby girl-- assuming that baby girl was about 5”4’ and weighed about 108 pounds! The entire room had been expertly decorated along the same theme: appeal to a 2 year old girl, size for a grown woman!

Overwhelmed by the pastel pinks and yellows, Vanessa instinctively took a step back towards the door, halted only by Howard’s grip on her arm. “Whoa! Listen... I don’t know what you think is going to happen here, but-- mmmpphh!” the final part of her statement was cut off by a fat rubber nipple being pushed into her mouth. Stunned, she didn’t realize it was being strapped and buckled in firmly around the back of her head, effectively silencing her, until it was too late.

“Wuh ‘r’ yuh duuggh?!” she mumbled, eyes as wide as pie plates.

By way of answer, Howard casually reached down and tugged her dress up over her head, stripping her naked in seconds. With a small cry, Vanessa covered her nudity, shooting him and outraged look and receiving in return, not the smirking leer she might have expected, but a steely, confident determination that made her gulp. She knew there would be no dissuading him from whatever he was planning to do to her.

Slipping his hands under her arms, he lifted her into the air with ease, and she was alarmed to discover how strong he was. In seconds, he had her spread out on the table, sinking into the soft leather, the paper cover crinkling beneath her. Taking first her wrists, then her ankles, he restrained each one of them with a fuzzy cuff, immobilizing her.

“LEMME GGGUUUHHH!” Vanessa grunted furiously from behind her pacifier gag, thrashing against her bonds. A sudden, sharp slap to her thigh made her squeal and thrust her pelvis into the air to avoid any further swats. When her bottom came down again, there was something other than paper beneath her sensitive buns... something thick and cottony that she couldn’t identify, but still felt oddly familiar...

She felt something pulled up between her legs, felt something pressing tightly against her neatly trimmed pussy. Glancing down sharply, she let out a scream:

“IM TAT A DI-POR?!” She shrieked, thrashing as best she could against her bonds. But she was unable to prevent him from sealing the over-sized pamper tightly around her waist. Behind her pacifier, Vanessa gazed down at her diapered crotch in horror, then up at him, watching in sick fascination as he made small adjustments and tucked all the loose pieces in until it looked and fit just like a real baby diaper. Though she was grateful to have at least half of her naked body covered, the pamper only served to underline her total helplessness in this situation.

“There we go,” he said, softly raking his fingernails across her bare torso and grinning when she twitched ticklishly in response, her perfectly formed titties jiggling alluringly in time with her struggles. Behind the pacifier, she let out a helpless, giggly squeal. Beautiful blonde Vanessa’s sensitive skin had always been exceedingly ticklish... she squirmed uselessly against her bonds futilely trying to stop him, the thick plastic diaper crinkling loudly under her butt.

“You know Vanessa,” he said, tickling her pale white belly, “you probably don’t realize it, but you’re a very lucky girl.”

Vanessa was too busy writhing in ticklish agony to shoot him a disbelieving glare.

“It’s true! If you tried to swindle me on any other day, you’d be cooling your cute little buns in a jail cell right now... Luckily for you, you came along at just the right time-- I could really use your help with something.”

Is this guy serious?! Vanessa screamed inside her head, thrashing and howling with involuntary laughter, his fingers dancing lightly across the soft, pale flesh of her belly.

“I know... it’s probably hard to believe,” he said, slowing his tickling to almost nothing, “but just here me out-- after all, it’s not like you’re going anywhere anytime soon, is it darling?”

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Boy, you got a lotta nerve, buster! Vanessa thought, struggling against her bonds and squirming on the changing table, her fresh, warm diaper crinkling beneath her, her bare tits jiggling alluringly with every move she made, nipples firm and erect.

“Temper temper, gorgeous,” Alex said, tickling fingers raking across her bare stomach and ribs, bring forth an immediate explosion of shrieking laughter from her. Vanessa kicked and cried, and was soon willing to do almost anything to stop the maddening tickling. “Not like you’ve got much choice, do you? Or would you rather I tickle you until you wet those diapers?”

“NONONONONO!” She managed to cry between guffaws. “STOMPH!!” She grunted from behind the pacifier, nearly paralyzed with hilarity... especially when he dug into her soft, smooth armpits. “KKEEE-RIST!!” she screamed between peals of laughter. “E’NUHH!!” she cried, desperately signalling her submission.

“Good,” he said, slowing (but not stopping) his maddening tickling. “You see, I... sponsored... a young lady’s entry into a local competition,” he explained smoothly, lightly tickling the soft, sensitive undersides of her breasts. “Sadly, the poor dear fell ill yesterday, and it looks like she’s not going to be able to make it.”

Vanessa attempted glaring up at him contemptuously from behind her soother, but the continued tickling caused her to twitch and hiss spasmodically instead.

“Too bad... for her especially,” he said casually, “there’s a large cash prize involved, and we’d planned to split it between us.”

That got her attention. Stilling herself, Vanessa sucked in a deep breath through her nose, listening with narrowed eyes.

“I belong to a little-- club,” he said with a strange smile. “We run occasional... events... for the entertainment and amusement of our members, as well as a small group of online subscribers.”

She rolled her eyes. Weird live sex shows on the internet, huh? she thought. How tawdry. It wasn’t the first time she’d received such an offer, and frankly, Vanessa was a little disappointed... she’d have thought a guy like Alex West would have been into something a little more... interesting. I’m sure I can get a better offer in prison, she thought haughtily.

But West, reading her expression, was quick to address her doubts. “It’s not what you’re thinking. Although there will likely be nudity involved, it’s really more of a contest.

“Just for entering, you’ll earn ten thousand,” he said, noting how her eyes widened and she wriggled a bit on the table, “and if we win, well...”

Bending down, he whispered a number in her ear that was so large it almost caused her to swallow her tongue. She looked up at him disbelievingly, but she could see he wasn’t lying to her. Nodding to signal her interest, she expected him to take out the pacifier so they could discuss it further... but instead, she found herself unshackled from the table and lifted into his arms. Gasping, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pressing her half-naked body into his... but not for long.

He carried her across the room and loaded her into the nearby crib. After tugging a too-small t-shirt over her head, West slid the top rail up and locked it into place, imprisoning her. The crib was a padded cage, a twin-sized mattress enclosed on all sides by a set of tall, white, wooden bars, with another matching set of bars across the top. Glancing around, Vanessa quickly realized she was trapped, and she scooted over to the side on her knees, gripping the bars tightly and peering out at him accusingly... but either he didn’t notice or he ignored her, going over to the mini-fridge on the other side of the room.

“Anyway... maybe you should sleep on it,” he said, taking a bottle of mysterious dark liquid from the fridge, which he promptly handed to her through the bars. Vanessa hesitantly accepted it, looking it over with a dubious expression. “Nighty night-- see you in the morning!”

She grunted after him from behind the pacifier, but he simply turned off the lights and shut the door behind him, plunging the room into darkness.

In the crib, Vanessa threw herself down onto her tummy and pressed her face into the pillow, pouting. The situation was completely unfair... but she was thankful she wasn’t on her way to prison.

She wasn’t planning to drink the bottle, suspecting that he may have put something in it... but as she lay in the darkness, she felt her mouth going dry, her tongue scraping along the roof like a match against a flint. She gripped the cool bottle longingly, imagining what it would feel like, filling her mouth and her belly with cool, sweet liquid. She lay in the dark, sweating and pondering her fate.

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Vanessa tossed and turned, hot, sweaty... and above all thirsty. Her throat was parched, her mouth as dry as the Nevada desert outside her window. In the dark, she clutched the bottle to her bosom, trying to decide weather or not she should drink it. She certainly didn’t put it past a weirdo like West to spike her drink with something... the question was: how much longer could she hold out?

Finally, she could resist no longer; hot and sweaty, her thirst overpowering, Vanessa reluctantly popped the nipple into her mouth and gave an experimental suck, pleased when she was rewarded with something sweet and chocolatey. Chocolate had always been her favourite treat, so she was happy to take a mouthful from the bottle, followed by another and another.

She rolled onto her back, propping her head up in a comfortable position on the pillow, and settled into a rhythm of sucking and swallowing, the thick, sweet, milky fluid trickling down her throat and filling her tummy. She only meant to drink enough to satisfy her thirst, but she enjoyed the taste so much she wound up drinking nearly all of it, leaving only a tiny bit in the bottom when she finally fell asleep.

Vanessa drifted dreamlessly, drained from the stress of the day and the uncertainty of what faced her in the future. She greeted her rest eagerly, all to happy to escape from her new reality, if only for a few brief hours.

It was still dark when she was awakened by a sharp cramp in her belly. “Uhhhh?” She groaned, rolling herself into a ball and rubbing her tummy. “What--?” she moaned sleepily, cut off again when her belly gave an ominous rumble. The cramps, though not exactly painful, were uncomfortable, persistent... and clearly indicated the arrival of a major bowel movement. She pressed her face into the pillow, praying that she was wrong... but a sudden build up of gas in her colon seemed to confirm her worst fears.

Vanessa squeezed her tushy, blushing in the dark. Even though she was alone, she hated the idea of passing gas into a diaper-- to the prissy con-woman, farting in a diaper was getting dangerously close to messing in a diaper-- a possibility she didn’t even want to contemplate!

She held it in for as long she could, tossing and turning on the mattress, groaning in bloated discomfort. Finally, she couldn’t contain herself anymore, and Vanessa was forced to loosen up her anus and emit a cute little squeaker, almost totally muffled by her diaper. But it didn’t matter-- in the darkness, the sexy blonde blushed, hoping that she’d sufficiently relieved herself to get back to sleep.

But the bloating and cramps didn’t let up-- just a few minutes later, her bottom felt full once more, and she found herself straining, which was quickly rewarded with a short but noisy blast.

This continued for about a quarter of an hour, the farts growing louder, longer... and harder to control. Worse, the pressure, the rolling cramps, and the fullness in her rear end was only getting worse by the minute, and she could feel a large, weighty mass building up in her colon. There was no denying it anymore... Vanessa had to take a dump, and the urge was getting stronger.

Clenching her tight little butt, she tossed and turned and rubbed her belly in an attempt as soothing the raging storm that was building up inside of her at an alarming rate. Every few minutes, the cramps would surge, pushing her bowel control to the limit, often forcing out rip roaring farts that sounded like they were threatening to blow a hole in her diaper.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to force herself to sleep, but merely wound up tossing, turning, and passing gas noisily in her padded pampers. Grunting and groaning, her guts burbling inside her, she tooted and pooted in the dark. Meanwhile, she could feel a muddy mass building up behind her quivering pink anus, just begging to be released... and in fact, the farts were getting wetter, to the point where the sexy blonde began to seriously worry she was letting out more than just gas... her butt-crack was beginning to feel distinctly moist.

Sweating, Vanessa cocked a leg, letting out another bubbly, tuba-blast toot. She could feel the mess waiting right behind her struggling anus, just waiting for a moment of weakness to allow it to slip through her defences and turn her pristine white diaper a sickly, stinky brown.

The cramps grew, her stomach gurgling and growling. Vanessa lay awake, wide eyed, hovering on the edge of an accident, her desperation racing toward a critical point. At last, she knew she had a decision to make...

Should Vanessa continue trying to hold it or should she give in and mess herself intentionally to alleviate her discomfort?

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Sleep was an impossibility. Inside her colon, Vanessa felt the pressure building, a hot mass of both mush and gas getting larger and heavier by the second--- not to mention more difficult to control. Against her will, she started ripping moist, juicy fart that left the inside of her buttocks feeling moist and gooey. Her butthole pulsed, signalling that the end was near. Finally, she was reduced to curling up on her side, trying to reduce her cramps, both hands clenching her rump in a last-ditched attempt at keeping her pampers clean.

At last, she couldn’t stand the discomfort any longer. She knew what was going to happen, and if she just lay there farting all night, it was only a matter of time before she wound up pushing too hard and loading her diaper anyway... all she was doing at this point was depriving herself of sleep. At last she took a deep breath-- if it was going to happen anyway, she was damn sure it was going to happen on her terms.

Filled with righteous spite, she pushed herself up to her knees... then, thinking better of it, shifted onto the balls of her feet, involuntarily tooting when she moved herself into a squat. With her diapered butt sticking out behind her, Vanessa balled up her fists and began straining, grunting, squeezing her eyes closed and trying to block out the embarrassed cries emanating from within her own mind.

She didn’t have to strain very hard-- almost immediately, she felt her asshole open, a massive gush of mushy brown poopy propelled into the seat of her diapers with a major, gassy fart. She gasped, the hot, gritty mud squishing against her well-sculpted buttocks. Instantly, Vanessa regretted her decision, and she tried to shut off the flow by tightening her anus... but it was too late to put the breaks on now.

Against her will, she felt her back passage open once more, and was powerless to do anything but give an anguished cry, an uncontrollable eruption of thick, smelly poop settling into her pampers with a loud, gassy squelching.

“Oh no!” she gasped breathlessly, her stomach rolling when she felt the heavy weight of the load weighing down the back of her diaper, the heat of it against her ass, and the God-awful stink that was beginning to emerge.

Fully realizing her terrible mistake, Vanessa tried, frantically, to once more clamp down her anus and cut off the flow, only to realize it was far too late-- she literally could not control herself, crying out in anguish and humiliation, blasting out another round of farty diarrhea into the seat of her pampers.

“Hhhhuugghh!” she groaned clutching her belly, a cramp squeezing her guts like a huge fist wringing the contents down towards her little pink asshole like a giant tube of toothpaste. Clenching her eyes shut, Vanessa tightened her rear end with all her might, desperate to avoid the final humiliation.

But there was no delaying the inevitable... a final round of hot, noisy gas and wet, stinky poo-poo exploded into the already thoroughly loaded seat of her diapers. Vanessa shrieked, the force of the evacuation making her butt-cheeks jiggle even as it turned the seat from pristine white to a muddy brown. The warm, mushy mess quickly filled every inch of free space in the diaper. She gasped and moaned, the poopy mudslide continuing beyond what she thought was even possible.

At last, the mess sputtered to a finish, leaving Vanessa breathing heavily, sweaty, and very stinky in the cramped darkness of her crib. Reluctantly, she glanced over her shoulder to take a peek at the seat of her diaper, a wave of shame washing over her when she saw how obscenely it bulged out behind her, a clearly visible brown stain spreading out from the center, leaving no doubt as to what had happened... all but announcing to the world that she was a big messy baby in stinky pants.

A wave of humiliation induced vertigo washed over her, powerful enough to make Vanessa’s head swim. She lost her balance, teetering on the balls of her feet, and she reached out to grab the bars of her crib in an attempt at saving herself... but it was too late. With a tiny squeal, she toppled over backward, landing heavily on her bottom with an audible SPLAT!

Vanessa gasped sharply, her eyes wide when she felt the hot, gooey mess squishing all over her buttocks, spurting up her crack, spreading into every nook and cranny. The stench began emerging in waves, blanketing the room. Her bottom lip began to quiver and tears sprang to her eyes... it just wasn’t fair!

Throwing herself down onto her stomach, she buried her face in the pillow and sobbed melodramatic tears and pounded the mattress with her fist, vividly aware of the heavy, gritty load in her diaper pressing down on her buttocks. It was all just so unfair! She wasn’t a baby, damnit! What right did that bastard West have to treat her like this?!

“I’m not a baby!” she bawled into her pillow, the stink of her load enveloping her, until she finally fell asleep.

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1. Grown Women forced to behave more babyishly as they fail in various challenges.

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“Vanessa?”

The voice was distant, muffled, shaking her from her slumber. For a long moment, her mind was blank, with no memory of who or where she was. Little snippets of the previous evening began appearing in her brain-- she remembered cheating at cards and getting caught... the indignity of the spanking she’d received, and how it paled in comparison to the diapers she’d then been forced into. Then the night in the crib and...

Her eyes snapped open when she remembered her ‘little accident’ the night before... but that had just been a dream-- right? Had she... could she...? She couldn’t possibly have...

A foul, earthy odour tickled her nose-- distant, muffled, but definitely there. Throwing the blanket off doubled the stench, seemingly confirming her worst fears, but she still found herself compelled to reach back with both hands, groping her thickly pampered rump. Her stomach rolled and her chest went cold when she felt the now lukewarm mush inside squished audibly against her butt-cheeks.

“GGGGGAAAHHH!” she cried, unthinkingly rolling over and sitting up, instantly regretting it when she felt the smelly mud smush against her butt, spurting up into her crack and filling it to the top with sticky brown poop. Instantly, the cloud of stench around her grew more potent, filling her nose with the smell of her own mess.

“AAAAHHH!” howling like a scalded cat, she quickly threw herself over on her stomach with her messy butt stuck up in the air behind her. With her cute, upturned nose twitching disdainfully, she glanced back over her shoulder cautiously. Her stomach turned over inside her when she saw the dark brown stain through the thick plastic of the seat of her diaper, sending a shiver of nausea through her body, and she was forced to hide her face in the pillow again, trying to escape from the unfairness of it all. How could this be happening to her?

The voice returned, interrupting her misery: “Did you have a nice sleep?”

The feminine voice interrupted her self-pity, and she turned her head to see a tough, matronly looking middle-aged woman standing next to the crib, her nurses uniform crisp and white in the morning sunlight. Her face was hard and it was obvious that she wasn’t here to take any sass. Seeing her nose twitch and crinkle distastefully, Vanessa pressed her face into the pillow once again, punching the mattress and biting back tears of humiliation... it just wasn’t fair!

“P-U! I can see someone’s in desperate need of a bath!” the woman said with maximum condescension, sliding the side of the crib down. “Young woman, you S-T-I-N-K!”

In the crib, Vanessa shot her an angry look. She was stewing away in her own stench, and she definitely didn’t have time for this old biddy and her attitude! Just who the hell did this bitch think she was, anyway?!

“Come along, dear,” the woman said, her voice as comforting as a wire brush on soft pink flesh. “Let’s get going-- you’ve got a big day ahead of you!”

She reached into the crib, grabbing Vanessa by the wrist with her steely fingers. “HEY!” The beautiful blond cried, struggling to free herself.

But she wasn’t strong enough to resist, and as she was dragged from the crib, she was forced to shift onto her backside, squishing the poopy load beneath her buns once again.

“EEEEWWW!” she squealed, near tears at being to forced to sit in her awful, smelly mess again. “YOU BITCH!”

“Now let’s get this straight right away, little girl!” the woman growled, yanking Vanessa out of the crib and holding her in place with her powerful hand. “My name is Ms. Prowse,” she said, emphasizing herself with a solid swat to the seat of Vanessa’s dirty diapers, the mess inside squishing against her ass, “and you will address me as such! Understand?” she asked, punctuating her statement with another firm spank to her plushly padded rear end.

“YEEEOOOWWW! Knock it off!” Vanessa squealed, wiggling her butt in place to avoid another blow to her mushy backside.

“I’m the one giving the orders around here missy,” Ms. Prowse said firmly, turning Vanessa to look her in the eye. “You’d better watch yourself and don’t give me any lip... I know how to handle little brats like you. Believe me, I’ve dealt with plenty of silly little bimbo’s like yourself-- you all think you can coast through life without ever dealing with the consequences of your actions, but you’d do well to get this through your empty little head: I am not your mommy, and I will not hesitate to punish you accordingly if you get out of line, missy!”

Vanessa shot the old crone a dirty look, teeth bared, furious. Her diaper was itchy and uncomfortable, the smelly mess clinging to her rear end like rapidly cooling clay. She was desperate to get out of the diaper and get cleaned up, yet the way that this woman was speaking to her was infuriating. She wasn’t a baby, damnit, no matter how dirty her diaper was, and this woman had no business treating her this way!

“It’s your choice, sweetie... what’s it gong to be? Are you going to be a good girl for nursey... or an I going to have to get tough with you?”

Vanessa fumed, but she restrained herself-- was she really going to let this old sow treat her like this? Wasn’t she entitled to a little respect? Just because she was dressed like a giant two year old, did she deserve to be treated like one?

She chewed her lip, mulling her decision over in her head...

Should Vanessa just go along with Ms. Prowse for the moment or stand up and demand the respect she deserves?

1. Just go along and avoid any trouble.

2. She’s a grown woman and deserves respect, gosh darn it!

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“I’m a grown woman! I deserve respect!” Vanessa spat, stomping her foot and feeling her dirty diaper squish against her buttocks even further, the poopy stench wafting up her nose and making her feel silly for even trying to assert her adulthood. Ms. Prowse sneered, highly amused.

 

“You don’t much look like an adult to me,” The hard faced woman said, crinkling her nose distastefully. She easily maintained her grip in spite of Vanessa’s struggles, and it was no trouble at all to reach out and casually swat her bottom again, the mess in the seat of her pampers squishing nosily against her backside once more.

 

“AHHH! STOP THAT!” Vanessa demanded wiggling in place to avoid another solid swat to her poopy pants, powerless to do anything but squeal when Ms. Prowse landed the spank anyway.

 

“Come along!” she snapped, dragging Vanessa along behind her. “We’ve got to get you out of that diaper-- young lady, you STINK!”

 

Vanessa growled angrily, but allowed herself to be dragged to the bathroom. She was desperate enough to get out of her poop packed pamper to simply go along with the woman at this point. She did have a point... even with an entire night to get used to it, the stench of her mess still made her upturned nose crinkle distastefully. She was still in a state of shock about having made such a major mess-- the finicky, spoiled, perpetually dieting Vanessa was usually unable to produce more than a few pellets on her morning visits to the restroom.

 

Standing in the tub, she tried to hide how grateful she was when Ms. Prowse tore the tapes off the diaper and gently pealed it off her rump, discarding it into a nearby diaper pail and leaving Vanessa standing there, naked, her cute, round butt totally caked with thick, brown poopy, clinging to each buttock and smushed up inside her crack uncomfortably.

 

“Stick that fat tushy out,” Ms. Prowse said, suppressing a grin as she turned the water on and adjusted the heat. Vanessa huffed indignantly... but she didn’t hesitate to comply, bending at the knees and sticking out her poopy rump behind her, resting her hands on her thighs for balance.

 

Ms. Prowse could no longer hide her smile as she spitefully directed the jet of water over Vanessa’s quivering ass. The girl grimaced, the water almost burning hot against her plump, pale skin, but she uttered not one word of complaint, sighing gratefully when she felt the awful, sticky mess rinsed away from her flesh. She waggled her hiney gently, ensuring she got all the poopy off her. Ms. Prowse, meanwhile, took great satisfaction in aiming the powerful, hot jet methodically across each cheek, then spitefully aiming it at the dark crinkle of her anus between them.

 

She’d hoped to be able to soap herself, but Ms. Prowse insisted, and Vanessa found herself blushing and wincing, standing still as Ms. Prowse lathered up a wash rag and went to town, quickly soaping her body before rigorously scrubbing her ass, until each cheek was shiny and pink, and the cleft between them practically tingled with freshness.

 

Ms. Prowse turned off the shower. Vanessa grumbled, but stood still and allowed the woman to dry her off with a big, fluffy bath towel.

 

“Come on, move it little girl!” Ms. Prowse growled, leading her along with a solid swat to her naked, jiggling rear end.

 

“OW! Bitch...” Vanessa grumbled under her breath, allowing herself to be led into the bedroom. She expected to be dressed, but instead, Ms. Prowse shoved her roughly down onto the bed, leaving Vanessa to glare up at her.

 

“Hey! What the--”

 

But she found her protests cut off with a large pacifier shoved into her mouth. “Roll over on your tummy... let’s go, brat!” she demanded, motivating Vanessa to cooperate with a solid swat to her bare butt.

 

The beautiful blonde complied, rolling onto her tummy and leaving her bare tushy exposed and vulnerable. She grumbled and tried to get comfortable, paying no attention to her tormentor... at least, until she felt her buttocks unceremoniously parted.

 

“Hey! What’re you-- WHOA!” she cried when she found her anus being smeared with cool, gooey gel. “Stop that right-- YIKES!” She cried, turning just in time to see Ms. Prowse smile as she stuck her finger where the sun didn’t shine, getting Veronica’s hole nice and greasy.

 

“Just what do you think you’re up to?!” Vanessa demanded, her eyes going wide when the woman pulled a thick glass thermometer and a jar of Vaseline from her apron.

 

“Better think warm thoughts, deary,” the nurse said, eyes gleaming, “Because this is mighty cold!”

 

“Now see here, Ms. Prowse,” Vanessa thundered pompously in spite of her pacifier, “I refuse to let you treat me like a child! I-- OOOOOOO!”

 

The gorgeous, naked babe emitted a high pitched squeal as the nurse pushed the thermometer home, popping it past the tight, pink ring of her anus and sliding it’s cool, slick glass into place with little resistance. Vanessa turned, bottom lip quivering, faint at the sight of the thick glass tube protruding from between the round, pink hillocks of her smooth, bare buttocks.

 

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