Published: April 22nd 2020, 4:08:31 pm
Keep your eyes peeled for the second part of Diaper Genie 2 at the end of this week and the next installments of Regression Crisis and Doubling down next week!
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After pouring the milk into her bottle, Virginia set it on the table in front of her. “Drink up!” she said with a grin, sitting back and sipping her own coffee, looking so cool and sophisticated and mature... it made Marilyn want to puke!
Marilyn stared at the bottle on the table, fuming... how dare she treat me this way? With her arms folded angrily across her chest, she pouted, looking at the bottle contemptuously. She desperately wanted to ignore it... well, that wasn’t true. What she really wanted to do was twist off the top and toss the cool, frothy milk right in Virginia’s smug face. She smirked at that... it would serve the bitch right, she thought, raising her brow mischievously and chuckling silently to herself.
But the truth was, Marilyn was uncomfortably hot and sweaty, and the cool, frosty milk did look delightfully refreshing. She gazed longingly at it, debating weather or not she should reject it, ultimately deciding to accept it... after all, who knew when she’d have another opportunity to have something to drink? God only knew what Virginia had in store for her after this.
She reached out and snatched it, popped the nipple into her mouth and started sucking. The liquid was cool and sweet against her tongue, and Marilyn drank gratefully... at least until she noticed Virginia watching her with that damn Cheshire Cat grin of hers... Blushing, the sexy diapered blonde, turned away and looked longingly out the window at the people bustling by, enjoying their adult lives. Every once in a while, a young couple would pass by pushing a stroller or wrangling a toddler... Marilyn couldn’t help staring at the young women enviously, so happy and secure in their blossoming young lives, like she should have been.
Then, invariably, her gaze would drift to the little ones, and she’d feel the blush rising to her cheeks once again, the thick diaper strapped to her tushy suddenly almost unbearably hot and clammy, the bonnet tied beneath her chin making her sweat, the tights that had been drawn up her legs suddenly constrictive and itchy. She thought about her identity and how it had been stolen from her-- exchanged for the constrictive life of a simpering toddler, and it filled her with impotent rage.
Slurping her bottle and gazing out the window, she began to unconsciously fidget in her stroller, wriggling at the seat and tugging at the safety belt that kept her firmly in place. At last, Virginia leaned forward, looking at her with eyes that flickered with amusement.
“If you don’t stop that squirming, sweetie,” she said, a wicked smile playing at her lips, “I might be forced to take you over my knee and spank your little tushy right here in front of everyone!”
She giggled when Marilyn literally gasped and froze in place, looking at her tormentor with huge round eyes. Her heart thumped in her chest, and she couldn’t tell if Virginia was kidding or not... but Marilyn could quite clearly picture herself over the other woman’s knee, right here in front of everyone, and decided not to push her luck. Holding herself very still, she popped the rubber nipple on her bottle back in her mouth and started sucking slowly, and they finished their beverages in silence.
Leaving the coffee shop, they drifted slowly down the street, the concrete crunching softly beneath the stroller’s wheels. Marilyn tried to focus on the way the sun glinted off of the black patent leather and brass buckles of her cute little shoes, or the way the grass looked popping up between the cracks of the sidewalk, or at the way the squirrels darted between trees, gathering nuts... anything to keep her mind off the way she was dressed-- not to mention the way that people were snickering in her direction.
Virginia rolled her down the street, her mysterious smile never leaving her face, occasionally nodding and saying hello to those they passed. Sucking her pacifier miserably, Marilyn pulled her bonnet down as far as she could to hide her face from prying eyes. She squeezed her thighs together and fidgeted with her dress, attempting to conceal her bulging diaper... but the massive white garment was so bulky and distended, there was nothing she could do to keep it from peeking out from beneath her hem and between her thighs.
Still she could feel their stares, hear their snickers, their smirks, their snide little comments. Marilyn felt a profound anger building up inside of her, a seething rage aimed not only at Virginia, but at everyone around her, whether they were enjoying her predicament or not... it was enough that they were happy and enjoying their lives while she was put on display in her humiliating finery, rolled around in public for the amusement of a gawking rabble. It just wasn’t fair! She was supposed to be getting ready for her wedding... not being strolled around in public like a spoiled, fat two year old!
Her rage and humiliation built and built inside of her, until it was a bubbling volcano in her belly. Strapped in and seething, her anger boiling away, sweat dripping down her face now, Marilyn imagined herself getting her revenge on Virginia... a spanking would be humiliating, but no where near punishment enough for what poor Marilyn had been through. What the tall, raven haired beauty really needed was a good ass kicking!
She was so distracted by stewing in her own fury that she’d stopped paying attention to where they were going. Marilyn looked around, startled, when she heard Virginia announce: “OK, darling-- here we are!”
She glanced around from side to side quickly and was surprised to discover that they were at the church... the one where she was supposed to be getting married!
“Now I think we’re running a little late,” Virginia said, wheeling the increasingly frantic Marilyn up the ramp and through the doors, “so we’ll have to be extra quiet, OK honey bunny?” Without waiting for an answer, she took the pacifier that was clipped to the front of Marilyn’s dress and unceremoniously shoved it into her mouth, gagging her.
In the stroller, the pretty blonde was getting agitated, struggling with the straps that held her in place and fighting to stand up and leap out... all to absolutely no avail. Her heart was pounding, her blood thundering in her ears, and she suddenly felt the eerie vertigo of a nightmare enveloping her. Try as she might, she was unable to escape from the confines of the stroller, and the further they got into building, a low, rumbling din grew louder and louder... there was some sort of event in progress, and Marilyn had a sick feeling she knew what it was.
Virginia opened the final door softly, deftly wheeling her charge inside in her stroller. Marilyn looked around, frantic, eyes wide, heart thumping, nausea rising up inside her when she realized just how familiar this ceremony looked... and why shouldn’t it? It was, after all, the one she’d been planning for months now. The guests were hers, the bridesmaid dresses were hers, the decorations were hers, and the groom was Jason, her Jason, whom she’d been dating for years now. Even the bride’s gown was identical to the one that had been custom made especially for her... but it wasn’t her wearing it. Her brows turning down angrily, she squinted at the bride, making double sure that she was right. The notion was impossible, horrifying even, but the truth was as plain as the nose on her face... there was no mistaking it now... the bride-- it was...
“Melissa?!” she cried as best she could behind her pacifier when she recognized her plain Jane assistant, standing there in her wedding dress, looking absolutely radiant as she prepared to say ‘I do.’