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#Post#: 8--------------------------------------------------
Too Good To Be True
By: Cya Date: October 6, 2018, 7:00 pm
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But of course. How do you feel about the media mommy using a
syringe to inject a numbing agent into Faye's legs? Making her
walk like a baby or even forcing her to crawl?
Well Faye being breastfed by her media mogul "mommy" for one.
Not on camera of course.
Okay. Is the mommy a big woman? Or small?
Big, well fed
Faye would also basically live in luxury.
Okay, so the beginning is a few years before she was involved
with the Bebop, does the baby thing and realizes that it isn't
for her. She escapes and then, a few years later, the mogul
notices that bounty on her from episode three. She sends her
goons to catch her, between episode five and ten and immediately
realizes she is going back. The mogul then babies her and films
her.
She would take care of a lot of Faye's needs personally and make
certain "the baby" wants for nothing. Plus the whole
breastfeeding thing.
Well Faye would also be made to act out her part on camera, like
being a giggling little show-off.
Also being condescended at on camera and having her intelligence
subtly insulted.
Being attention-hungry, acting as a complete mama's girl, saying
funny things, etc.
#Post#: 9--------------------------------------------------
Re: Too Good To Be True
By: Cya Date: October 6, 2018, 7:14 pm
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Somewhat. The idea I had was at one point, before she met the
rest of the main cast, Faye tried to get protection by being the
"sugar baby" of a rich businesswoman. Turns out the business
woman meant that more literally. Faye ran off after the rich
women decided to get Big Baby Faye a TV Show.
However the media mogul is not giving up on her "little
sweetie".
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original post by @Cyatomorrow:
Indeed. She gets herself in too deep and eventually escapes, but
only after she realizes that she can't milk anymore money out of
the media mogul.
No, she was horrified at the very idea of being the woman's
"baby"but played along before escaping. The woman just catches
up to Faye about a year or so later.
No it is more like Faye tried it for a bit but managed to escape
before the "show" thing. Now the media mogul has tracked her
down and wants her back.
Yes, but not before the show airs.
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original post by @Cyatomorrow:
I suppose that's a good way to do it. Faye gets away in the end,
right?
I would have Faye escape and stay in her Redtail, trying to work
up the courage to go back to the Bebop. Meanwhile, the boys are
waiting for her and see the show. Would that work?
Before we get to that I just have to say I would like Ed at the
end to ask someone if she can change Faye's diapers.
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Re: Too Good To Be True
By: Cya Date: October 7, 2018, 6:25 am
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Smoke hung low in the air of the old dive bar, swirling around a
purple haired vixen who was drinking herself into a drunken
stupor. All of her family; gone. Everything she knew was long
dead and on top of all that, she was in debt to the tune of
billions. If that wasn't depressing enough, she had just broken
things off with the only person who was helping her navigate
this overwhelming future that was forced upon her. Still, she'd
be lying to herself if she ignored the simple fact that she was
using her ex boyfriend to try and recreate her former pampered
life, milking him for all he was worth. The relationship was
fated to fail, but he had made it so easy, he obviously wanted
to spoil her.
Faye sighed, closing her eyes shut while slumped over the bar in
defeat. The clicking of her long nails dominated the tavern as
she tapped idly on the neck of a nearly empty bottle of beer.
The atmosphere of the dimly lit, dinghy bar matched her mood
rather well. She had just spent her last fistful of woolongs on
bottle number four and was wallowing in self pity.
The young woman clad in yellow latex booty shorts and tube top
looked around, hoping to spot a man to flirt with, in the hopes
of getting another beer. Seeing none interested, she raised the
bottle up, sipping back the remaining drops of amber lager. A
little bit of the liquid ambrosia leaked down her lips, causing
her to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. She knew that
she'd had enough to drink but she just wanted to drown her
sorrow in an alcoholic sea. A sea the size of all of Ganymede
wouldn't satisfy her at this point. She was broke, had no where
to go and now was out of beer.
A frantic motion, the front door of the bar opened, catching her
attention. Faye turned her head slightly to see who had just
entered the tavern. What met her eye was a disheveled young
woman, maybe a little older than herself. Rich black locks as
dark as the endless void of space fell past her shoulders,
framing a face as pale as porcelain. She looked like a doll, but
her manor of dress was typical of a young woman: red t-shirt and
a pair of black jeans which hugged her legs tightly. Wordlessly,
the young lady hurried to the bar and took the seat next to
Faye.
"A Vodka, neat." The newcomer ordered from the grizzled old
bartender. The man nodded and poured her a generous serving into
a small glass. She thanked him with a slight nod and slid a few
woolongs his way.
Faye didn't think much of this woman until the brunette lifted
her Vodka filled glass up to her mouth and knocked it back like
any of the boys.
"Tough night, huh?" Faye asked.
"You have no idea." The young woman replied, tapping her glass,
to let the bartender know that she wanted a refill. "I thought
that bit of Goose would make me feel good, but I don't think
there's enough liquor in the world to make me forget what I've
been through."
"****, that bad?" The lavender haired woman was genuinely
interested now.
"Yeah, I should've known that it was too good to be true." The
raven haired lady explained, knocking back her second glass of
Vodka.
"You get ripped off or something?" Faye wondered aloud, pulling
out a cigarette before lighting it.
"It's hard to explain." The lady paused for a moment. "You ever
heard of the owner of the Sol Broadcasting Network?"
"SBN?" Faye cocked an eyebrow, taking a drag off of her cig.
"Yeah, it was supposed to be my ticket out of this shithole."
The brunette sighed. "Free housing, ample pay and all I was
supposed to do was just be me."
"So, wait a minute. You're telling me that some old geezer was
basically going to pay you to live in his house?" Faye stated in
disbelief. Sure, she had heard of sugar daddies in her time, but
the mere fact that this girl had just broken it off with one,
and that she practically told her 'who' it was, surprised her.
Faye couldn't believe her luck.
A scoff came from the woman opposite Faye. "It's not an old
geezer. It's a fat old dyke."
"Oh, and you weren't expecting her advances?" Faye asked coyly.
"No one could've seen what this crazy old hag wanted." The woman
shuddered.
"I see. Well, thanks for the tip." Faye smiled, ashing out her
cigarette. She stood up from her stool and walked away from the
newcomer.
The young woman sighed, looking towards the door as Faye left.
'She's got no idea what she's in for.'
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Re: Too Good To Be True
By: Cya Date: October 13, 2018, 7:40 am
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Smoke hung low in the air of the old dive bar, swirling around a
purple haired vixen who was drinking herself into a drunken
stupor. All of her family; gone. Everything she knew was long
dead and on top of all that, she was in debt to the tune of
billions. If that wasn't depressing enough, she had just broken
things off with the only person who was helping her navigate
this overwhelming future that was forced upon her. Still, she'd
be lying to herself if she ignored the simple fact that she was
using her ex boyfriend to try and recreate her former pampered
life, milking him for all he was worth. The relationship was
fated to fail, but he had made it so easy, he obviously wanted
to spoil her.
Faye sighed, closing her eyes shut while slumped over the bar in
defeat. The clicking of her long nails dominated the tavern as
she tapped idly on the neck of a nearly empty bottle of beer.
The atmosphere of the dimly lit, dinghy bar matched her mood
rather well. She had just spent her last fistful of woolongs on
bottle number four and was wallowing in self pity.
The young woman clad in yellow latex booty shorts and tube top
looked around, hoping to spot a man to flirt with, in the hopes
of getting another beer. Seeing none interested, she raised the
bottle up, sipping back the remaining drops of amber lager. A
little bit of the liquid ambrosia leaked down her lips, causing
her to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. She knew that
she'd had enough to drink but she just wanted to drown her
sorrow in an alcoholic sea. A sea the size of all of Ganymede
wouldn't satisfy her at this point. She was broke, had no where
to go and now was out of beer.
A frantic motion, the front door of the bar opened, catching her
attention. Faye turned her head slightly to see who had just
entered the tavern. What met her eye was a disheveled young
woman, maybe a little older than herself. Rich black locks as
dark as the endless void of space fell past her shoulders,
framing a face as pale as porcelain. She looked like a doll, but
her manor of dress was typical of a young woman: red t-shirt and
a pair of black jeans which hugged her legs tightly. Wordlessly,
the young lady hurried to the bar and took the seat next to
Faye.
"A Vodka, neat." The newcomer ordered from the grizzled old
bartender. The man nodded and poured her a generous serving into
a small glass. She thanked him with a slight nod and slid a few
woolongs his way.
Faye didn't think much of this woman until the brunette lifted
her Vodka filled glass up to her mouth and knocked it back like
any of the boys.
"Tough night, huh?" Faye asked.
"You have no idea." The young woman replied, tapping her glass,
to let the bartender know that she wanted a refill. "I thought
that bit of Goose would make me feel good, but I don't think
there's enough liquor in the world to make me forget what I've
been through."
"****, that bad?" The lavender haired woman was genuinely
interested now.
"Yeah, I should've known that it was too good to be true." The
raven haired lady explained, knocking back her second glass of
Vodka.
"You get ripped off or something?" Faye wondered aloud, pulling
out a cigarette before lighting it.
"It's hard to explain." The lady paused for a moment. "You ever
heard of the owner of the Sol Broadcasting Network?"
"SBN?" Faye cocked an eyebrow, taking a drag off of her cig.
"Yeah, it was supposed to be my ticket out of this shithole."
The brunette sighed. "Free housing, ample pay and all I was
supposed to do was just be me."
"So, wait a minute. You're telling me that some old geezer was
basically going to pay you to live in his house?" Faye stated in
disbelief. Sure, she had heard of sugar daddies in her time, but
the mere fact that this girl had just broken it off with one,
and that she practically told her 'who' it was, surprised her.
Faye couldn't believe her luck.
A scoff came from the woman opposite Faye. "It's not an old
geezer. It's a fat old dyke."
"Oh, and you weren't expecting her advances?" Faye asked coyly.
"No one could've seen what this crazy old hag wanted." The woman
shuddered.
"I see. Well, thanks for the tip." Faye smiled, ashing out her
cigarette. She stood up from her stool and walked away from the
newcomer.
The young woman sighed, looking towards the door as Faye left.
'She's got no idea what she's in for.'
*One Hour Later, On The Other Side Of The City*
Faye found herself in front of a rather imposing structure; The
Sol Broadcasting Network building. A very modern facade of dark
blue windows rising up about three stories stared back at her as
she craned her neck up to take in the rest of the building.
Above the sea of glass was a horizontal stripe of concrete which
housed the bulk of the building. All of this was supported by
pillars of red painted titanium which bore the weight of such a
monolithic skyscraper.
The woman clad in yellow latex booty shorts and tube top sighed.
'I just have to seduce this woman and milk her for as long as I
can.'
More than a few men and women stared as Faye made her way to the
front desk. Her appearance was an annoyance to some of the women
employed at the broadcasting headquarters but for the men, it
was a most welcomed treat. Despite turning quite a few heads,
her momentary disruption of the work day didn't last more than a
few seconds at best. Still, Faye drank in the attention paid to
her like it was a fine spirit.
"May I help you?" An older looking woman, with streaks of grey
in her otherwise pristine black hair, clad in a professional
blazer, asked as she glanced Faye over.
"I'm here to see Mrs. Reinhardt." Faye stated with as much
confidence as she could muster, glad that she looked up who
actually ran the SBN.
"Mhmm" The older woman appeared to be writing Faye off as
another scammer until the young woman in the booty shorts added.
"It's rather important that I see her immediately. She's
expecting me and I'm running late." The lavender haired woman
gambled, hoping that her little lie would grant her an audience
with the rich old bag.
"Your name?" The receptionist asked, still unsure if the lady
before her was telling the truth.
"Faye Valentine."
"I'll check." A few clicks of the keyboard brought an annoyed
sigh that pierced the tension between Faye and the receptionist.
"Nothing is listed here."
"Of course I'm not listed." Faye pouted. "Look, just give Mrs.
Reinhardt a call."
The receptionist knew that her boss occasionally saw
questionable types, but they typically didn't show up in the
late afternoon, dressed like a hooker. Normally, they were a lot
more discreet than the girl which stood before her. Regardless
of that, she didn't want to upset her employer by turning away a
potential "date". That would surely get her ass fired.
A quick phone call was placed and Faye had to stand there,
hearing only one side of the conversation. She really hoped that
she could get a meeting with this Reinhardt woman. Once she was
face to face with the lusty old granny, Faye felt assured that
everything would go her way. After all, her body would do all
the talking by that point.
"Mrs. Reinhardt will see you." A hint of disgust was evident in
the receptionist's voice as she directed Faye to the express
elevator. "Floor fifteen, at the end of the hall."
"Thanks." Faye smiled as the elevator doors opened, granting her
access to the small vessel which would take her up to her next
sucker.
*Top Floor*
The elevator opened was a chime, allowing Faye to enter a long
hallway which had a few doors on either side of the expanse.
However, other was the pair of mahogany doors at the end,
standing about a football field's length away from her and her
next opportunity. An odd mixture of apprehension, optimism and
doubt swirled about in the woman's mind as she made her way
closer to the doors. 'I've never seduced a woman before. ****,
what if she doesn't like me?'
Faye paused in front of the luxurious wooden doors, unsure of if
she should continue. After about a minute, she finally worked up
the nerve to knock.
"Come on in, darling." A sweet, almost motherly voice declared.
To Be Continued...
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Re: Too Good To Be True
By: Cya Date: October 22, 2018, 9:10 am
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Faye pushed open the twin doors and was greeted by the sight of
a rather stylish office. Two armless, low-back leather chairs,
black as the endless expanse of space stood in front of a
contemporary, dumbbell shaped desk. Mrs. Reinhardt sat behind
the flat screen monitor in a black leather chair, flanked by a
wall of glass, showing off the skyline. She was a rather large
woman, dressed in a black power suit.
Mrs. Reinhardt looked past her computer screen, gazing up at
Faye, studying her rather inquisitively. Finally, her voice
broke the awkward silence.
"Sit down, Ms. Valentine."
The scantily clad young women closed the doors behind her before
she walked into the office proper, making sure to take big steps
in an effort to show off as much of her legs as possible. 'My
attempt at mesmerizing Mrs. Reinhardt is surely paying off'.
Faye thought. 'The old bag can't take her eyes off of me.'
A brief moment later and Faye was seated in the armless chair in
front of the media mogul. She brought her left leg up, slowly
crossing it over her right, drawing out the process, giving the
rotund woman a nice glimpse of her camel toe pushing out against
her yellow booty shorts. 'I've got this bitch drinking me in'.
"Pardon me for staring, it's not every day that a young lady,
like yourself, so boldly gets an audience with me by bullshiting
her way into my office." Mrs. Reinhardt explained, waiting for
the girl in skin tight clothes to make her move.
"Well, I'll cut straight to the point. I overheard that you had
an opening that provides free board, on top of pay, for an
attractive individual, such as myself." Faye explained before
adding. "I'd be a fool not to seek that out."
"I see." The business woman paused.
Faye stared at the older woman, looking for an indication of
where the conversation was going. She noted the woman's violet
hair, which sat just above her shoulders, below her double chin,
Faye noted that it was quite close to the color of her own hair.
Had the woman not been a good two hundred pounds heavier than
her, she might very well have passed for a relative. As this
line of thought progressed, Faye felt a pang of depression stab
at her, she couldn't even remember what her own mother looked
like. 'Damn, Amnesia.'
"So, you've heard about the position, know what it requires, and
you still sought me out?"
"Yes." Faye smiled.
"I see. If you want this job, lay down on the floor." Mrs.
Reinhardt ordered.
"Umm, on the floor?" Faye blinked, not exactly expecting to do
it here.
"Failure to comply means you forfeit the position, Ms.
Valentine."
"I understand."
Faye stood up, and took a few steps away from the black leather
chair she had been sitting in. Mrs. Reinhardt tried to hide her
sense of disappointment as she watched what looked like the
hottest street walker she'd ever seen, proceed to leave her
office. When the tube top wearing girl stopped, dropping down to
her knees before stretching out on to the floor, Mrs. Reinhardt
did everything in her power not to grin like a fool. She then,
quickly proceeded to go through one of the drawers of her desk,
looking for just the right garment.
'Hell, I thought these rich types preferred their fancy,
thousand count sheets and memory foam beds.' Faye lamented as
she laid on the hard mahogany wood floor. Not only was it
uncomfortable, but it was as bone chilling cold as a cloudless
night in midwinter. Still, she laid there, waiting for this huge
woman to initiate what would probably be the most awkward,
unsatisfying sexual experience of her young life. An
uncharacteristically loud crinkling cut the thick, tense silence
of the office. Faye craned her head towards where her future
"boss" was. 'What's she fiddling with over there?'
"Alright, sweetie. This might be a little big for you, but I'm
sure it'll work just fine." Mrs. Reinhardt stated, the motherly
tone returning to her voice.
From the hardwood floor, Faye watched the large lady make her
way from behind her desk and over to where she laid. An
obscured, folded rectangle of undetermined material was held to
her chest, close to her heart, hidden by her large hand. The
young woman lay confused, wondering what was going on. 'What
hell is this woman droning on about? Is she holding some kind of
plastic sheet?' Faye's face instantly turned sour. 'Great, she's
a squirter.'
Mrs. Reinhardt knelt down, right in front of the pondering girl.
This was always her favorite part; watching the woman who were
ultimately cruel to her kink, try to figure out what was going
to happen. Although, she was certain that she had heard Ms.
Valentine say that she was familiar with what this 'job'
entailed. Still, that didn't stop the large woman from sipping
slowly off of the confused and sour expression her potential
future charge wore.
Setting down the bulky plastic rectangle, Mrs. Reinhardt leaned
forward, pulling off the white high healed shoes that Ms.
Valentine wore. Next, she carefully pulled off each long, nylon
stocking, sure not to rip any of the delicate material. Not only
was this to preserve the integrity of the clothing, but Mrs.
Reinhardt loved drawing out the process of undressing a sexy
woman. Something about it gave her a rush, a sense of power and
control inherently unique from running a media empire. This was
personal, conquering a nude woman's body by stripping off her
clothes slowly, always was.
Faye crossed her arms behind her head, letting her potential
employer, and money pot, take off her tube top. She saw a slight
smile form on the fat lady's face when her breasts spilled out.
They weren't exactly the largest breasts in the galaxy, but Faye
knew she was blessed. Being at the age where they were still
perky and didn't sag, definitely aided her efforts of getting
into the pants of her targets.
Meaty fingers pried at the back of her skin tight hot pants. She
could feel Mrs. Reinhardt struggling to pry them loose so, she
reached down, to just above her pubic mound, and clicked a white
button of sorts. It instantly granted the shorts a bit of slack
which enabled the rotund woman the ability to pull off the
yellow, ass hugging hip huggers.
'Now's the moment that'll make or break this girl.' Mrs.
Reinhardt practically rolled the dice every time she did this.
Just a few hours ago, the last girl had literally ran out of her
office the very second that the diaper was unfurled. So, with
great apprehension and also, a modicum of optimistic
anticipation, the portly woman unfolded the massive disposable.
Faye waited for the glossy white sheet to get larger as Mrs.
Reinhardt started to fiddle with the shiny rectangle. However,
the square of plastic never got much larger than a mere
hourglass shape. After a few moments of staring, a realization
struck the girl who laid on the floor: 'That's a fucking
diaper!'
An enormous, all plastic covered diaper sat clenched in between
the fat fingers of her potential meal ticket. It looked far
bigger than it had any business being and Faye felt her
confidence waiver slightly. 'Why does she want me to wear that-
thing?'
"Lift your legs, sweetheart." Mrs. Reinhardt ordered in that
sickly sweet tone of voice that sounded so bizarre in an office.
Honestly, Faye felt compelled to leave, but she laid there,
thinking over everything. 'Don't I really want to demean myself
like this?' She lamented, but then a new thought popped up,
almost justifying everything. 'No one will know if you let her
put you into that thing. It's her private kink. If such a thing
went public, it'd destroy her image.' Suddenly, the young women
had an epiphany. I'd have all the leverage!'
With a smile, Faye lifted her toned ass off of the hard floor,
allowing Mrs. Reinhardt full access. No sooner had she lifted
her bottom up, the round woman was motioning for her to lay back
down. She eased her butt back down, towards the ground, and felt
a most unique sensation accompanied with a slight crinkle. It
was very hard to describe, it was as if she was laying on a
piece of carpet that had the texture of firm fluff.
A few more crinkles and crackles punctuated the tranquility of
the office while Faye kept still, thinking that it couldn't
possibly fit her. 'It surely wouldn't fit me. Probably would go
up to my tits.'
After what seemed like eternity, the wings were wrapped around
her hips, then, the tapes were pushed against the disposable,
without a doubt, sealing her into the diaper. Faye felt her face
grown warm, an unmistakable blush covered her face as she gently
moved her hips, testing her mobility. She couldn't comprehend
why it was so bulky as she wiggled her ass and legs slightly.
After that, she had to see what it looked like. Lifting her back
off of the floor and gazed downwards. The first thing she
noticed was how, despite it looking absolutely humongous, it fit
her like a glove. On top of that, it certainly lifted her thighs
and ass up off of the ground by about an inch or two.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Reinhardt studied the diapered woman laying in
front of the her. She loved how the girl's shapely legs poked
out from the throughly thick and all encompassing oversized
diaper. She reached out and patted the girl's crotch, making
sure to check the tapes. Or so, she'd tell Ms. Valentine if the
girl asked what she was doing. The plastic coated underwear
crinkled magnificently as Mrs. Reinhardt prodded it, reveling in
the fact that she had found yet another potential girl to
diaper.
There had been a few before Ms. Valentine, but the media mogul
had never pursued them. Never offered them an opportunity to be
her diaper girl, full time. She had finally succumbed to her
fantasy and decided that now was the time to spoil a beautiful
young woman into a life of breasts and pampering.
"Okay, sweetie." Mrs. Reinhardt smiled. "Let's go see your new
home!"
"I can't go outside like this!" Faye blurted out.
"It's okay, I've got a pair of hi tops and trench coat for you
to wear." The large lady coed.
"I guess that'll work."
Not wasting another minute more, she slid a big, gaudy pink hi
top sneaker onto Faye's foot. Quickly, she followed suit with
the other foot and tied both shoes in record time. It was quite
a contrast to the earlier undressing and diapering, that much
was certain.
"Okay, we're going down to my car in the parking garage. No one
will see anything, I assure you."
"Fine." Faye stood up, taking the trench coat offered to her
from Mrs. Reinhardt. She slid her arms into the big khaki coat
and did up the buttons on the front. The thing definitely
covered her nude body and hid the fact that she was diapered
from the world decently enough. Once finished, Faye looked at
Mrs. Reinhardt.
"Lead the way."
To Be Continued...
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Re: Too Good To Be True
By: Cya Date: October 22, 2018, 10:54 am
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'Delicate dance of diapering
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Re: Too Good To Be True
By: Cya Date: October 29, 2018, 8:52 am
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Faye tried not to make eye contact as she was ushered past past
various employees. She trued to not think of the crinkling
monstrosity clasped tightly around her loins. Each step, in her
mind, caused the garment to crackle and alert anyone who was
near. However, the walk through the buikding to the garage was
uneventful enough. Most people did look her over, but a glance
from Mrs. Reinhardt ceased their inquisitive stares.
A crimson red sports car awaited the pair, glimming under the
florescent lights, freshly waxed and polished for the media
mogul. Faye was led by the arm to the passenger side door, and
helped in. She didn't appreciate all the cooing coming from Mrs.
Reinhardt or the fact that the rotund woman batted Faye's hands
away from belt, refusing to let her buckle her own seatbelt.
The sleek vehicle groaned slightly, dipping to the driver's side
as Mrs. Reinhardt took her seat. The shocks quickly recovered
and sat the car level, compensating for the weight of the fat
business woman. Faye was impressed when her new employer turned
the ignition, summoning the beast beneath the hood to life,
awaking the dormant engine with a roar.
"How many horses?" Faye asked, loving the rumbling of the car
beneath her padded pussy. Although thickly enveloped by the
disposable, Faye could still feel the vibrations caused by the
power of Mrs. Reinhardt's ride.
"I don't own any ponies, but don't you worry, baby. Mommy will
get you a pony if you're a good girl."
"Umm, not what I meant, but okay..."
Faye sat quietly, wondering how far this woman would take her
delusion. She was alright talking to her like she was a four
year old or something. Despite that, Faye knew that she could
endure this as long as it was just a sexual thing. 'Please the
pig once a night and live in luxury'.
The city disappeared in the distance as they drove down the
causeway. The clouds overhead had obscured the moon, leaving
very little light save for the occasional lamppost and the
fading light pollution of the metropolis behind them. Headlights
came and went as the commute stretched on. Faye didn't have a
watch, but if she had to make a guess, she'd say it had been a
half hour or so since they left the SBN building.
Ocassionaly, the clouds would part, granting the woman more
light to observe her surroundings. Aside from a few barren trees
sprinkled accross the land, frail from the apprpaching winter,
only the gusts told her any real information about her location.
The blowing wind, fresh with the salt from the sea, told the
young woman that they were revelatively close to the ocean, but
other than that, she could've been anywhere on the cold moon of
Jupiter.
After what seemed like an eternity, the car exited an off ramp
which led to a simple, paved country road. Down the dark expanse
they drove, only the headlights and occasional beams of
moonlight showing them anything. It was apparent to Faye that
the old woman must've been of driving down this isolated road
for years since she knew every twist and turn.
"We're here, baby." Mrs. Reinhardt's voice broke the monotonous
atmosphere.
Faye knew that she must've looked bored, hand propped under her
chin, elbow perched a top the inside of the car door's hand
rest, but the declaration of finally arriving perked her up
tremendously. She looked agead, trying to spot what she knew had
to of been a giant mansion or some kind of mock castle. None
presented themselves, but a lavish two story country home did
appear about a football field away.
As they drove past the iron gate, Faye noted that the structure
was quaint, nothing too fancy, but still nice enough to belong
to someone of status. A pair of garage doors lifted and the
diapered woman spotted another sleek silver sports car. Faye had
to admit, she liked surprises like this. 'Hell, maybe she'll let
me drive it if I'm a good girl.'
A chuckle from Faye caught the large woman's attention. "What's
so funny, sweetheart?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Well, it's late and I think I should show you your new room.
I'm sure you'd like to get some rest."
"Okay." Faye was both slightly caught off guard and relieved
that this large woman was too tired to have sex. Still, Faye had
built herself up, mentally preparing for it. She'd much rather
get it over with then put off the inevitable. 'Fuck it, it'll
happen when it happens. All the better for me anyway.'
"Come along, darling. Mommy can't squeeze between those two cars
to help you out."
"Oh, coming!" Faye was slightly bemused that her "sugar momma"
couldn't get to her. Ultimately, she was glad, she despised
being treated like a wayward child. After all, she was a
fiercely independent woman, who only used people for what they
could give her and nothing more.
A crinkling Faye soon entered a corridor which led to a well
furnished and quite radiant living room. The fireplace was
already roaring, cackling with hot embers and flames, providing
a much needed warmth to the place. Amongst the furnishings, a
few nice artifacts and vases stood atop tables while the walls
were home to many classical works of art. Regardless of the
woman's kinks, she had great taste in art Faye thought.
"Take off the coat, baby. Mommy wants to see something."
Faye refrained from sighing, knowing that this was to be par for
the course, the new normal. If not sex, then there would always
be the ogling of her voluptuous body. A high priced investment
always demanded a return, after all.
With a flick of her dainty wrist, Faye pulled the overcoat off,
sending it to the hardwood floor where it laid crumbled around
the pink hi tops she wore.
"That's my baby!" The large lady purred in that typical tone
reserved for toddlers.
Faye watched as the woman grew closer, she expected the heavy
set gal to force a kiss from her, but the attempts never
manifested itself. No, the portly woman leaned forward and
pulled open the waistband on her designer diaper, glancing down
to inspect the interior of the plastic garment. Needless to say,
Faye felt shocked by this turn of events as her privacy was
violated for the sole reason of checking out the contents of the
diaper. Like she was just going to haul off and piss herself
like some invalid or baby.
"Good girl, you stayed dry!" Mrs. Reinhardt beamed, praising the
lavender haired woman.
"Of course I did." Faye replied, growing slightly annoyed by
this odd game the media mogul played.
The young woman was naive when it came to kinks, knowing not of
the various different bodily fluid fetishes that existed. Sure,
she dressed in a latex outfit, but that didn't mean she
understood a thing about dominance or submission. She merely did
it because the clothing accentuated her curves and got the men
drooling.
"You sound cranky, let's get you up to your new room for night
nights." Mrs. Reinhardt stated in that same condescendingly
sweet tone.
Before Faye could utter a word, the rotund woman grabbed her by
the hand, pulling her forward towards the stairs. Faye huffed,
not enjoying this power trip that the media mogul was playing.
She had expected this to basically be about sex, but it was more
about the power dynamic. Still, it had been a long day and she
was emotionally drained from the break up with her boyfriend,
opting to just let Mrs. Reinhardt practically drag her to her
new bedroom. Needless to say, she hoped that the bed was at
least comfortable.
After cresting the stairs and getting pulled down a hallway,
they finally came to an average, nondescript door. Mrs.
Reinhardt turned the knob with her free hand and the contents of
the room caused Faye's jaw to practically hit the floor.
The room that stood in front of the two women was basically a
scaled up version of a baby's nursery. A giant, eggshell white
crib dominated the far wall of the room, flanked by stuffed
animals of all colors and descriptions. However, a majority of
them were pink and other shades of the girly color. A large
alabaster table occupied the other wall, it's top covered with a
plastic mat, shelves below fully stocked with diapers and
various creams and powders.
Faye simpled stared. The more she saw, the less it made sense.
"Is this some kind of sick joke or something?!" Faye blurted
out.
"Does my baby not like her little room?" Mrs. Reinhardt asked,
caught off guard.
"Of course not!" Faye yelled. "I'm a grown woman, not a fucking
two year old!"
"B-but" The media mogul stuttered. "You said you knew about what
this job expected!"
"I lied!" Faye responded. "You're rich, I'm broke. You do the
math."
"If it's a manner of money, you know I'll pay you!" Mrs.
Reinhardt stated urgently, struggling to hold onto Faye's hands
as the petite, diapered woman tugged against her.
"There's not enough money in the solar system to compensate me
for shitting and pissing myself. I thought you wanted a fuck
buddy, not a literal baby!"
Faye finally broke free and walked away, leaving Mrs. Reinhardt
at a loss for words. All the large woman could do was watch
Faye's diapered ass walk down the hallway, unintentionally
mesmerizing the media mogul. Once Faye went down the stairs, the
large woman pulled herself from her stupor and proceeded to
follow after her. "Please, don't go!"
Faye, already clothed in the trench coat, looked up to where
Mrs. Reinhardt stood at the top of the staircase.
"Look, you're going to give me a ride back to the city or pay
for my taxi." Faye demanded.
"I- I'll call you a cab then."
"Oh, and where are my clothes?" Faye asked.
"In my purse. Just, sit down, I'll get them for you."
Mrs. Reinhardt descended the stairs, absolutely crestfallen, and
dug out the offending adult clothing from her large purse. With
a heavy heart, she stepped up to the khaki covered girl, handing
those disgusting hooker clothes back to Faye. She wore a blank
face, offended by the thought that this woman, the girl that was
supposed to be her baby, would soon put those terribly
inappropriate clothes back onto her pristine and pure body.
"Thanks. Where's the bathroom? I'm going to go get showered and
dressed."
"Down the hall, to the left." Mrs. Reinhardt stated, her voice
devoid of emotions, absolutely hollow.
"Let me know when the taxi gets here."
The bathroom was a welcome retreat for the young woman. As soon
as she had entered it, she disrobed and stood in front of the
mirror. Immediately, she was repulsed by her reflection due to
the oversized disposable staring back at her, hiding her
womanhood from her, sealing it away like an infantile chastity
device. Without wasting another second, she ripped the diaper
off and threw it in the corner, banishing it from her sight.
"That's much better." Faye smiled, admiring her body.
After a minute or two, she turned on the hot water, allowing the
shower to warm up before she hopped in. The shower proved to be
a place of somace for Faye as the cascading water flowed down
her supple and smooth skin. It felt heavenly compared to the
cold night she knew awaited her the moment she stepped out of
this madhouse. Still, she at least got to enjoy the fine soaps
and shampoos that lined the alcove by the showerhead.
About twenty minutes later, a knock on the door rung out,
catching her attention as she lathered her lavender locks.
"Taxi is here." A muffled voice belong to Mrs. Reinhardt
declared.
Faye hated the fact that she had to abandon this semblance of
luxury, but she knew that this would never work out. There was
no way she was going to willingly debase herself routinely just
for a roof over her head.
A quick turn of the knob killed the flow of heated water and
Faye stepped out of the shower. Out of the corner of her eye,
she spotted the dreaded diaper which caused her to grimace.
Reaching out from the wet tiled floor, Faye grabbed a dangling
towel from a rack and worked quickly to dry herself. The sooner
she got out of this place, the better.
Faye emerged from the bathroom refreshed and fully clothed.
Well, fully clothed for her, as she walked out into the living
and past Mrs. Reinhardt. Her trademark yellow booty shorts clung
tightly to her perfectly proportioned ass, tube top showing off
just enough cleavage to seduce as she made her way to the front
door. Before she opened it, she turned to the large woman.
"The cabbies' been paid?"
"Yes." Mrs. Reinhardt answered in a soulless pitch.
"Look, I'm sorry it couldn't work out. Maybe tone down the baby
shit. I'd start by getting ride of that room upstairs. Well, see
ya!"
And with that, Mrs. Reinhardt watched the most beautiful and
perfect girl she'd ever seen exit her home, and ultimately, her
life. She stood there for what could've been hours, but in
reality was probably ten minutes. The yellow cab had long driven
away from the rural property, but she still had that image of
Faye in her mind, diaper clad and ready for a mother's love.
Only the kind of love that she could give to Faye.
To Be Continued...
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Re: Too Good To Be True
By: Cya Date: October 29, 2018, 12:28 pm
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aye marvels at her many rare artifacts and art that's all over
her home. However, the women make their way up to "Fanny room".
Once the door is opened, Faye sees what the media mogul truly
has in store for her. A Luxurious crib, changing table and many
baby toys catch her eyes. Literally stacks of diapers beneath
the table along with a multitude of stuffed animals.
Faye turns to Mrs. Reinhardt and asks her "Is this some kind of
joke?" Once the conversation is finish, Faye storms out of the
house and walks her way back to her hotel room in the slums.
When Faye is captured a year later, Faye asks Mrs. Reinhardt why
she cisco doing this. Where as the mogul replied. "No matter how
many girls I paid to put on a diaper, none could hold a candle
to you. Day after day, week after week, I find myself thinking
about you, dreaming of this day when I'd have you back. You've
made mommy wait a very, very long time, little girl. Time for
your diaper!"
#Post#: 74--------------------------------------------------
Re: Too Good To Be True
By: Cya Date: November 26, 2018, 6:08 am
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During the course of the past year, Mrs. Reinhardt noticed a
subtle change in her emotional state. The once weekly visits
from the girls on the street could no longer satisfy her
maternal urges. What was once a tingling thrill to diaper a
young woman in her office slowly became a bore as time moved
forwards. Her mind kept thinking of Faye; the most beautiful
girl who had gotten away from her.
After a long day of work, she would return to her empty home.
Gone was the possibility of laughter and love. Instead, in the
cold of the night, she regularly sought refuge in the bottles of
wine she kept in her basement. Oftentimes, she found herself sat
on her leather couch, glass of wine in one hand, remote in the
other as she casually flipped through the channels.
It was almost a year to the date of the night when she had met
Faye. The whole day had been a drain on her, mentally and
physically, constantly seeing the date definitely didn't help
her mood . And, as such, after such a trying day, she sat on her
favorite couch, sipping from her glass of port, searching
through the channels on her television.
Suddenly, a glimpse of a hauntingly familiar beauty caught her
off guard. She was so surprised by what she saw that she almost
dropped her glass of wine. She quickly paused the TV to gaze
upon the image of the woman who quite literally had stolen her
heart.
Normally, she'd never watch this channel. It pertained to rugged
criminals and the cash paid for their capture. However, she
found herself captivated by seeing Faye's disdainful mugshot
splayed across her screen. After a moment, Mrs. Reinhardt
clicked on the play button, thus resuming the program. And, as
soon as she heard the faux western accent announce that Faye
Valentine had a huge bounty placed on her head, she dropped the
remote onto the ground in shock.
"I must get her before she ends up behind bars!"
The media mogul found herself announcing to the dark room,
filled with flickering shadows thanks to the television.
She knew that time wasn't on her side and that every bounty
hunter in the solar system would be on Faye's ass like flies on
shit. Luckily for her, she had connections, thanks to her
position in the industry. The rotund woman picked up her cell
phone and began making a series of calls to private detectives
and recruited some muscle in the hopes of wrangling her wayward
baby home.
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Re: Too Good To Be True
By: Cya Date: December 22, 2018, 4:18 am
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'This will be easy. He's a small fry. A nobody.'
Faye reminded herself as she lept over a fallen, metal trash
can, continuing after the troublesome, five hundred thousand
woolong bounty at full sprint. He was some small time drug
dealer who had sold the wrong kid a bad batch of drugs. If not
for the kid's father, she wouldn't be chasing after this clown,
but the price was right even if it was a little lite compared to
her typical fare. Still, the small bounty gave Faye the illusion
of ease, that this scumbag would be an easy mark. Sadly, he was
anything but easy to catch as she had found out that night.
Faye would've had him by now if not for her terrible run of bad
luck. It all started at the bounty head's apartment building
before moving onto the bar a block or two away. The lavender
haired bounty hunter had walked up to the apartment block just
in time to see her target walk out of the building. She knew it
was John Tavares from his long brown hair and scruffy beard that
grew from his chin. Dark circles lined his eyes punctuated by
his boney cheeks. His face matched his mugshot perfectly.
However, before she could make her move, she noticed two more
guys exit the building right on his heels.
Unlike the malnourished drug dealer, the thugs who accompanied
him stood a foot taller and had a hundred pounds on the guy. The
one on his right sported a shaved head and chiseled jawline. He
wore a white wife beater which exposed his ripped physique, his
arms alone looked like the guy lived in the gym and breathed
steroids. The other guy, to John's left, wasn't as physically
fit, but his stature and weight made him intimidating to a
petite woman like Faye. Even though she had her Glock at the
ready, she couldn't possibly take on three guys at once.
So, since she had few options, she decided put her gun in her
jacket and follow the bounty who was flanked by his two buddies.
Normally, she would've left the footwork to Spike, but he was
still wounded from the showdown with Vicious. Besides, with
Spike laid up, there was no money coming in to support the crew
of the Bebop. All she had to do was keep an eye on this idiot
until his friends left him alone. In retrospect she should've
waited for him to return to his apartment, but she had been
impatient, which was how she now ended up chasing this guy down
back alleys a quarter past two in the morning.
It had all gone wrong once John had been left alone in the bar.
Faye had followed him to some dive bar with a blue phoenix
glowing in neon above the entrance. She had sat at a table, far
enough away from her target, but not too far away that she'd
lose track of him. She spent most of the night shooing away
drunken guys who were horny and eager to try their pick up lines
and one liners on her. Luckily for Faye, it was a busy Friday
night so John and his bulky behemoths were busy, paying no
attention to the bar drama as the sucked up dealer sold his
product to various types of patrons that were around the bar.
About twenty minutes ago, Faye had watched the meathead and his
body building cohort leave, this had left John alone in the bar.
With his muscle gone, she felt that it was her moment to strike.
Faye had approached him through the dwindling crowd once last
call was announced. His face had lit up, Faye recalled.
Obviously, he never expected the porcelain beauty to be hunting
him, but as soon as he spotted the 9mm Glock sticking up out of
the side of her jacket, he got the message and bolted through
the drunken bar goers.
That one screw up, her gun carelessly sticking out of her
jacket, had turned what should have been a simple arrest into
this mad dash through filthy side streets. He was a fast, the
bar fly turned bounty hunter had to give him that. Still, she
was getting sick of chasing after this junk pusher, but luck was
soon on her side as she watched the scraggly looking man dart
into an alcove. Once Faye rounded the corner, a grin spread
across her face as she realized that this dope dealer had ran
smack dab into a dead end. She literally had him cornered!
John sporadically looked around the alley, feeling fenced in and
on edge. He spotted an old gutter pipe that went up the roof of
a three story building and grabbed it. He desperately tried to
climb up the old, rusted pipe, but midway through his climb, it
snapped in two. John found himself falling backwards until the
cold concrete broke his fall. Dazed and disoriented from landing
square on his back, John slowly opened his eyes, only to find
himself staring down the barrel of Faye's automatic colt pistol.
Faye stood above her target. Finally, after such a long night of
taking this idiot, she had him right where she wanted him.
"You sure gave me one hell of a hard time, you know that?"
"Look, I'll give your anything you want!" John pleaded. "Just
don't turn me in!"
"All I want is the price on your head." Faye replied.
Emerging from the shadows, a lone figure reached out and stuck a
needle into Faye's neck. The prick caused Faye to spin around
and face her mystery man who had injected God only knew into
her. The lavender haired woman gazed at the man, angry and
startled. She did her best to appear in control of the situation
as she held up her gun.
"What the fuck did you just stick me with?!"
"A mild, but fast acting sedative. My boss was very clear that
you were to be delivered to her, unharmed." He stated in a
gravelly voice.
"Her?" Faye questioned as her eyes started to grow heavy. Her
anxiety gripped her mind as she made one final demand. "Who do
you work for?!"
A look of surprise and shock spread across Faye's face as she
felt her body grow heavy as her body slumped forward, falling
right into the strange man's arms. she tried to utter one last
thing before her world grew dark.
"Mama Bird, I have baby bird secured." The man stated into his
com link.
"Oh thank goodness!" An ecstatic voice replied before asking
"when will you have her delivered to me?"
"ETA is two hours. Departing from Mars."
As soon as the woman started blubbering on the other end of the
transmission, the lone figure turned off his comlink and lifted
Faye over his shoulder. He spotted John, the drug dealer with a
price on his head, starring at him in wonder.
"Who are you?" The mysterious strange man asked.
"I'm nobody." John hung his head low, bowing before the man
carrying Faye walked away.
To Be Continued...
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