But First A Selfie - Part 3 (Patreon)

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"Who's a big baby?" Janice mocked. "Who loves her big, stinky diapers?"

Ashley blushed, fighting hard to ignore the other woman, to stay in the mood and give her what she wanted... Against all odds, she'd been able to start, to force herself to begin masturbating despite the load in her pants, and the knowledge that Janice - who had blackmailed her to be here, to wear the diapers in the first place, to poop herself, all of it - was making a video of the whole ordeal. Once she'd started talking, teasing...

Maybe she should try to fake it. If she could pull it off, this would be over now, and, while humiliating, it wouldn't be quite as bad... Then again, she wasn't sure she was a good enough actress for that, and if Janice suspected that's what she was doing, who knew what the woman would do? Perhaps she'd change her mind about ending their little arrangement.

Besides, Janice's needling was making her all the more aware of the cooling mush in her diaper, something she had never been able to ignore totally, but that was feeling more obvious, harder to look past. Every rub, every squirm, she knew she was making herself messier, more like an oblivious toddler, too young to care, just wanting to play her games, no matter what state her Pampers were in. How could she convincingly fake an orgasm while she was that conscious of what she'd done, what she was doing?

"I can't," she sighed, stopping, staring at her tormentor, still taping her.

"Aww, what's wrong, Ashy?" Janice asked. "Do you not want to give up your time as a diaper maid? Did you have too much fun here with me?"

"No," Ashley shook her head vehemently. She never wanted to see another diaper after this, at least not any in her size! "I just... can't..."

"You'd better," Janice threatened. "I'm not bending the rules for you. You can either do this, or I'll find a way to get over my boredom with you and keep having you come over... Or I can tell the boss about that report, and how I did all the work, and you took the credit, and the promotion, and..."

"Fine," Ashley cut her off, nibbling on her bottom lip. "I get it. C-Could I change first?"

"Absolutely not," Janice smirked. "Unless you do it right now, with your diaper exactly how it is, the deal is off, and the next task I give my little diaper maid will be burning her old panties."

Ashley groaned; she really wished she'd waited to text him. She wasn't sure how she would even define their relationship... They weren't exactly boyfriend and girlfriend yet, though they'd slept together a couple times, and had a couple dates. She'd been so eager to see him tonight, once she'd put this behind her... Now, she might wind up going home locked in a diaper, unable to do anything with him for fear he'd find out. They definitely couldn't mess around, because if he put his hand down her pants, or up her skirt, he'd find her crinkly secret right away.

"Come on, Ashley," Janice urged. "Or are you giving up?"

"No." Ashley refused to do that, to throw away this opportunity. "But... Can I have a little... h-help?"

Janice raised an eyebrow. "What are you suggesting?"

Ashley blushed, wriggling on the bed. "D-Do you have any... toys?"

The vibrator was, unsurprisingly, a huge help. Everything that had started to come unraveled when Janice started teasing her returned in moments as she pushed it against her diaper, gasping at the sensation, shocked at how powerful it was, even through the bulky fluff.

Of course, Janice hadn't been willing to give it up for nothing. "Of course I do," she'd told Ashley. "Those are toys for grown-ups, though... Not little babies like you."

"Please?" Ashley had begged, pressing her hands together in front of her. "I-I don't think I can do it on my own... I-If you let me borrow it, then..."

"That's not my problem," the other woman had shrugged.

"I'll do whatever you want," Ashley had told her, stupidly.

"Anything?" Janice had grinned. "Well, in that case... You know, I think having you burn your old panties is a good idea. You certainly didn't seem to like it, which is always a nice indicator. So, if I let you borrow my toy, you're going to do that, and go home in a diaper... But I won't lock you into it, or make you come back tomorrow. It'll still be over, you just won't have your big girl undies to change into."

Was that really worth it? She'd spent so much money on those, over the years... It would be nice to have an excuse to do it all over again, to buy all new ones... And she doubted her date, if he wasn't busy that night, would mind at all if she showed up without any... Work the next day might be a little more awkward, but she could stop somewhere on the way there and buy some...

"Fine," she'd finally said. "I'll do it."

"All right," Janice had opened up her dresser, pulled out the vibrator. "All your grown-up panties for a few minutes with the toy... If you think it's worth it."

She honestly wasn't sure, but she'd made up her mind either way. She grabbed it, waited for Janice to plug it in, then straighten back up and prepare her phone to record again, and turned it on.

"Come on, baby Ashy," Janice cooed. "Show me how much you love filling your Pampers like the little baby you are!"

Ashley blushed, but it didn't matter anymore... The vibrator was turned up high enough, a bit of embarrassment wasn't enough to stop the wave of pleasure building in her, helped along by how long this little arrangement had been going, keeping her from her date, or even being able to do much of anything on her own without feeling a less intense version of what Janice was attempting to do to her now.

There was no way she could have believably faked the moan that escaped her lips, the tidal wave of pleasure that washed over her, arching her back and curling her toes. It was absolutely genuine, powerful enough to wipe from her mind any worry about being watched, and recorded, or what was going to happen next.

"Wow," Janice nodded, taking away the vibrator, switching it off. "I don't have to ask if you enjoyed yourself, do I?"

Dazedly, Ashley shook her head, slowly coming back to the real world, blushing, hating how truly good that had made her feel, despite everything. It was her forced abstinence all this time, she told herself... That was the only reason it had been so intense.

"All right, Ashley," Janice told her, after giving her another few moments to recover. "A deal's a deal."

Ashley expected to do the task in her maid outfit, since it seemed to be Janice's favorite thing to put her in. Instead, Janice led her right into the closet of the guest room, to the garbage bag on the top shelf, and then through the house towards the back door, all without giving her anything else to wear.

"W-Wait," Ashley blushed, scrambling to the side as Janice opened the door. "C-Can't I get dressed first?"

"Why bother?" Janice asked. "Babies don't mind running around in just a diaper... And I can't imagine anyone other than a baby who loves her diapers as much as you do."

"B-But... Someone could see!" Ashley protested.

"They could," the other woman admitted. "I don't think anyone else is around right now, but that could change at any time... So I suggest you get it over with as quickly as you can."

Ashley glared at her, squirming, staring down at the bag she was holding, at her bare chest, and the dirty diaper around her waist. She should have known Janice would find another way to twist the knife just a little more... "You're the worst," she grumbled, stomping out onto Janice's back deck, across the yard to her fire pit, tearing open the bag and pulling out pair after pair of underwear, tossing them into the ashes.

"Here you go," Janice offered her a can of lighter fluid. Ashley gulped, staring at her, biting her lip, waiting for her to tell her it was a joke, that she wasn't going to go this far... But she'd already made Ashley come outside in only a diaper; she seemed pretty serious.

Reluctantly, Ashley squirted the lighter fluid onto the pile of panties, dousing them as much as she dared. "Why are you doing this, Ashy?" Janice asked from behind her phone.

"Because you're making me," Ashley rolled her eyes, handing back the can and reaching for the long lighter Janice was holding, just to have the woman pull it away. 

"Why are you doing this?" she asked again.

She wanted a specific response, and she wasn't going to let Ashley get away with not giving it to her. Ashley sighed, crossing her arms over her exposed chest and bouncing in place for a moment, trying to think of what it was so she could get this done with, go inside, and get dressed. "I don't know!" she whined, finally.

"Ashley, why are you burning all your big girl panties?" Janice pressed.

At last, something clicked in Ashley's mind. "Seriously?" she blushed.

"Just tell the truth, Ashy," Janice smirked.

"Because," Ashley stared down at the ground, "I-I love my diapers."

"And?" Janice waved her on.

"A-And big girl panties are dumb, and I hate them, a-and I only want diapers from now on!" She didn't know if Janice wanted her to go that far, but, at this point, she was willing to say whatever she needed to put an end to it.

"Wow, if you feel that strongly about it," Janice chuckled, handing over the lighter at last. "Go ahead."

Ashley squatted down, blushing as she felt the mass in her diaper squelching against her, took one last look at her underwear, and flicked the lighter. In an instant, they were on fire, burning away as she watched, and Janice recorded the whole thing.

"There," Ashley huffed when they were back inside. "We're done, right? Are you happy?"

"I'm pretty pleased," Janice chuckled. 

Ashley stomped her way back to the bedroom, grabbing her phone, ready to get changed, and dressed, and out of this house for good. "Where do you think you're going?" Janice asked, having followed her, a bit slower.

"We're done!" Ashley reminded her. 

"I never said that," Janice grinned. "Turn around, spread eagle there. Show me that nasty, poopy little diaper of yours you love so much."

"You agreed!" Ashley protested. "You said that was it!"

"Your part is done," Janice said. "But, sweetie, you pooped your pants, and played with Mommy's toy, and burned up all your nice big girl underwear... Don't you think that's all very, very naughty?"

"B-But you made me do it all!" Ashley whined. "I wouldn't have..."

"And yet, you did," Janice told her. "And I have proof of it. Somebody needs a good, long spanking for her behavior today, or that proof is going to be sent out to everyone at work, so they'll know what a bad little girl you are. And, since you argued with me, I'm going to go get my hairbrush."

She didn't take it easy on Ashley, either, nor did the bulk of her diaper, or the contents of it, do much to stifle the blows. Ashley whimpered, holding onto the doorframe, wincing with every swat, feeling her bottom growing pink and swollen beneath her dirty diaper, a final indignity to put a bow on this terrible time in her life.

She'd resolved not to cry, but it didn't take long at all for her to give in, to begin bawling, begging Janice to stop. To her surprise, after a few more, extra-hard, spanks, the woman did. "All right," she said. "I'd say you've learned your lesson. Go get yourself into a fresh diaper and get out of here."

Ashley happily complied, happily taking the diaper Janice offered her and scurrying to the bathroom. After everything, clean-up was awful, almost as bad as the spanking, and the diaper was a bit too big, not fitting under her jeans, but that was okay. If she could, she'd stop somewhere on the way home and throw it away, never think about it again.

If not... Well, that was fine, too. She'd prefer not to have it in her house, even in the trash, but the garbage was going the next day, so it wouldn't be long before she could get rid of it, and close this humiliating chapter of her life's story.

Unfortunately, every store she passed on the way home seemed packed, far too busy for her to risk waltzing in, even to go straight to the bathroom, terrified that no amount of pulling at her shirt would keep it low enough to hide the waistband of the diaper. She briefly considered staying in the parking lot, sliding her pants down just the right amount to untape the diaper and remove it, shoving it into an outside garbage can, but that felt too risky as well.

And, as much as she wanted to buy herself some new underwear, to replace the collection she'd just been forced to destroy, there was no way she was going to go into a store and shop for panties while wearing a diaper. It would be embarrassing enough, knowing that's what she was doing... If anyone saw her... She blushed simply thinking about it.

So, it was straight home for her. After her spanking, she'd seen that he'd responded, that he was, indeed, still interested, very much so, in fact. He'd suggested a date, and she'd asked if they could push it back, but hadn't heard from him before she left Janice's house. She was too scared to pick up her phone and check her texts, positive, given her luck today, a cop would see her and pull her over, and see her in her diaper.

She'd thought she was safe, as she pulled into her driveway, that it was well and truly over at last. She had no idea he was already there, that, to keep from taking her parking spot, he'd parked down the street a bit, the opposite direction as the one she was approaching from. She smiled in relief as she practically skipped into her front yard, ready to go in, change, and head back out...

Then, she saw him, sitting on her porch. She froze, hands shooting to her shirt, tugging at it, horrified. She turned, trying to slip away without being noticed, only to hear his voice boom, "What are you wearing there?"

"H-Hi," she blushed, half turning towards him. "S-Sorry, I need to change first. Th-That's why I asked..."

"Are you wearing a diaper, Ashley?"

Her stomach clenched. Was it really that obvious?! It couldn't be... But why would he have guessed it otherwise?! "N-No," she shook her head, cheeks blazing.

"Are you lying to me?" he asked. "Show me, Ashley."

"B-But, I-I..." she stammered.

Reluctantly, she slid her shirt up, just a little. "Oh!" she gave a fake little gasp. "Wh-Where did that come from?"

"Well, it looks different, at least," he said, standing up at last, heading off the porch towards her, making her feel tinier and more childish with each step. "So at least you changed."

"Wh-What do you mean?" she chuckled nervously. "I-I don't usually wear these, th-this is just..."

He pulled out his phone, turning it around so she could see it. At first, she only saw her selfie, the one she'd sent him earlier to entice him to forgive her for vanishing for so long... Then, she saw how, when she'd gotten surprised, the framing had slipped, giving him a perfect view of her padded bottom, and the big, brown stain on the seat that made it obvious what she'd done.

"I-I can explain," she told him, although she really wasn't sure how.

"I don't think so," he shook his head. "All I've heard out of you so far is lies, young lady... I don't need any more explanation. You're just a naughty little girl... One who desperately needs a Daddy to look after her."

It was very difficult to prove she wasn't lying, that she didn't normally wear diapers, much less use them, when her underwear drawer consisted entirely of socks and bras, and more diapers, a fresh package sitting beside the dresser, waiting, not a pair of panties to be found.

"I-It's not what you think," she blushed.

"I think," he told her, "somebody is going to bed early, instead of going on a date with Daddy." He laid her out on the bed, taping a second diaper on over the first.

"No!" she whined, kicking her feet. "It's too big! I-I don't need two!"

"You're staying in bed until the morning," he informed her. "No potty breaks for you. I have a feeling you'll need all the help you can get." He followed the diaper up with a pair of ruffled plastic panties, pulling her hair into ponytails, pushing a pacifier into her protesting mouth, and handing her a picture book to amuse her while he warmed her up some milk for a bedtime snack.

She blushed, looking up from the book when he returned, embarrassed to have been caught actually flipping through it out of boredom while she waited for him. "Pe..." she started to say.

"It's Daddy," he reminded her.

"Daddy," she corrected herself. "I really don't need these diapers... I'm not a baby... M-Maybe I could... prove it to you?"

"What are you thinking, little girl?" he asked.

The vibrator had felt great, but now, being so close to him after so long, knowing that she could have real sex, to try to wash away the memory of that, and make her feel like an adult again... "I dunno," she shrugged seductively, reaching for the button on his jeans. "I bet I can think of something..."

"Ashley!" he scolded, swatting her hand away. "That is not appropriate for a little girl like you to do!"

"But Daddy!" she whined, bouncing on her bed. "I can't help it! I-I really need..."

"Daddy knows exactly what you need," he assured her. "Don't worry... I'll make sure you get it in the morning."

It was a long night - even disregarding the fact that the sun was still up when he tucked her in - waiting to see what he meant, hoping that, when he got her up, he'd be done with this little roleplay, and ready for some real fun.

"I thought you didn't need your diapers," he teased, waking her up and finding her wet. 

"You put me to bed so early!" she pouted. "I-I couldn't help it!"

"I know you can't," he nodded. "Baby girls like you can't control themselves... Which is why I got you this. You're going to be Daddy's sweet, innocent little princess."

She didn't recognize the contraption at first... Not until he'd wrapped it around her fresh diaper, locking it in place. He'd put her in a chastity belt, and, for good measure, restraints around her wrists and ankles.

"Daddy!" she squealed, stomping her feet, tugging at the belt. "You can't do this to me!"

"I can, and I have," he pointed out. "Now, stop messing with it, or I'll tie you down while I get breakfast made. You are going to behave yourself from now on... Whether you like it or not."

It was so humiliating... There was no escaping it, no getting around it... And, not only did it prevent her having any fun, it ensured the diaper's padding was cradled close to her, that she couldn't forget what she was wearing, and how the last orgasm she'd had was in one of these, and a messy one at that.

He'd get bored eventually, she thought. Even wrapped in a diaper, he wouldn't be able to resist her forever, and would give her what she wanted... But he seemed perfectly happy just looking after her, treating her like a baby girl.

Thankfully, he did recognize that he couldn't keep her in a chastity belt forever. "I have a little surprise for you," he told her one day after work, not putting it back on after changing her into a fresh diaper. He did slip mittens over her hands instead, which would have served the same purpose, but she still felt so much freer than she had in weeks.

He covered her eyes, leading her back through the house, then uncovering them in the living room to reveal... A baby bouncer. An adult-sized baby bouncer, hanging from her ceiling. "Isn't it perfect?" he asked. "I can leave you in there, and not have to worry about you getting into any trouble."

"No!" she shook her head, having had enough. "No, this is too far! I'm not going to just let you put me in that and leave me trapped and dangling, in my own house, and... Mmph!"

She gasped as he pushed a pacifier gag into her mouth, securing it behind her head. "The correct response was, 'Thank you, Daddy,'" he informed her, picking her up and plopping her down in the bouncer. She whined and squirmed, feet dangling, truly helpless to escape without his help.

That was especially worrying when, later that afternoon, she heard her doorbell ring. She yelped behind her pacifier, seeing him stand up and head for the door, trying to tell him not to answer, or to at least let her out first, but he didn't listen. 

"Oh, excuse me." Ashley's stomach dropped, recognizing Janice's voice instantly. "I was expecting..."

"I'm afraid Ashley is a bit... busy at the moment," Daddy told her. "Are you one of her friends?"

"You could say that," Ashley could picture the woman's smirk. "I was just coming to check up on her. I haven't seen her in a while. It's like she's been avoiding me at work."

"Ashley has been having some... issues lately," Daddy said. "But don't worry, I'm working on them."

"Oh, I know all about her little problems," Janice told him. 

"You do?" he sounded surprised. "Well... I was going to tell her to apologize to you at work tomorrow, but if you know, I suppose she can do it in person now."

Ashley whimpered behind her paci-gag, shaking the bouncer, wiggling her feet, trying to escape, to keep the woman from seeing her there, still in diapers, weeks after the end of their arrangement. There was, of course, nothing she could really do.

"How precious!" Janice cooed. "Hi, there, Ashy," she waved. "That is just what she needed to keep her out of trouble."

"Well, it's a start," Daddy said, walking over, unlocking the gag. "Do you want to apologize to...?"

"Janice," she told him.

"Miss Janice here for being so rude to her?"

"No!" Ashley pouted. None of this would have happened if it wasn't for that awful bitch... There was no way Ashley was going to be the one to say sorry!

"Ashley!" he scolded. "I'm so sorry, she's usually... Well, sometimes she's better behaved than this."

"It's all right," she smiled. "I know how she can be... In fact..." Ashley shook her head, seeing the twinkle in her eyes, only for Daddy to replace the paci-gag before she could say anything. "I have some videos I bet you'd love to see, that show how naughty she really is..."

Ashley whimpered, watching Daddy walk over to her and sit down, watching Janice slide up next to him, closer than she really needed to be, and pull out her phone. She was going to be in so much trouble after he saw all that... That orgasm they were watching really might be the last one she got for a very long time... And, as she watched the two of them talking, chuckling, moving nearer and nearer to each other on the sofa, discussing her, how bad she was, how much - and how - she needed to be disciplined, she had a bad feeling waiting Daddy out was now also completely out of the question... She desperately hoped she was wrong, that Daddy would listen to her when she tried to tell him the truth, but she was pretty sure she was about to get a Mommy, too, who appeared to be in perfect agreement over how they needed their baby girl sweet, innocent, pure, and, above all, thickly diapered at all times.

And all, Ashley realized, bobbing helplessly in her bouncer in her wet diaper, because she just couldn't resist taking a selfie.