Francesca’s Mistake - A Short Story (Patreon)

Even for a 23 year old, Emma’s doll collection was slightly odd. 

She had always been a fan of her collection, each doll looked just like her, had different outfits and were always staring back, unblinking. They made her feel special, the way they peered back at her from the shelf. 

It was like having friends in quarantine, who you could actually see without a mask. 

But what Emma liked the best was being able to dress them up the way she used to dress when she was a little girl. 

Emma enjoyed her time in the Age Play community and had even on occasion found someone who shared her love of dolls as well. So when Francessca came over for the weekend and said she had a surprise for her, Emma was excited. 

Before Francessca arrived, Emma made sure to drink a ton of water, she’d like to “squish” tonight. They’d both laugh about this. Squish Saturday they’d call it and have the dolls do their own fashion show. It  wasn’t quite little space, they could never figure out what that was, but it was pretty fun. 

“Wouldn’t it be nice to be one of these dolls for the day?” Emma said dreamingly to Francessca. 

“Actually that’s what I’m here for.” Francessca pulled a small bottle from her bag. “I made this myself. It’ll turn you into a doll for a bit. I’ll just have to use this…” she pulled out another bottle. “To turn you back.”

Emma felt woozy as she peed a little inside, her heart fluttering with excitement.

“You mean, you’d play with me and dress me up?” 

“Of course.” Francessca said matter-of-factly. “You’ll get to experience it full on.”

Emma was extremely turned on at this point and started to gently rub the front of her diaper. “Can we try it?” 

“Sure.”

“Say it.” Emma moaned lightly, getting quite excited as warmth started to spread through her body. 

“I am going to turn you into a doll. A baby diapered doll.”

Francesca handed the bottle to Emma and Emma greedily sucked it down. In an instant, Emma felt that she was about to cum when suddenly, she realized she couldn’t move.

She was flat on her back, on the brink of an orgasm that wouldn’t go away, but also wouldn’t come either. 

Francesca picked up the now dolified Emma and walked her to the mirror, clutching her in her arms. 

“Omg you’re so cute!” She cooed. 

But Emma was screaming inside. She was stuck on the edge of an orgasm. She needed to cum, but couldn’t. It was literally all she could think about was to scratch that itch just down below so it could spill over into the rest of her body. 

But she couldn’t move.

Francesca proceeded to dress her in frilly outfits. Diaper the doll in three thick diapers. Put a pacifier in her mouth. All of these things in a good day would drive her wild with horniness. But she felt the diaper, she felt the baby clothes, but she was stuck on the edge. She needed to cum badly. She needed to cum so badly. 

But it wouldn’t happen. 

Please change me back! Emma pleaded in her mind as she buzzed like crazy. Please. 

Emma wanted to cry, but she couldn’t move. All she could do was feel the thickness of the diapers caressing her bottom driving her, tingling her to the edge. The pacifier in her mouth filling her completely kept her on the brink with her oral fixation.

After what seemed like hours, Francesca finally said the magic words. 

“Let’s change you back.” she pulled out the second bottle and put it in Doll Emma’s mouth. 

Emma, driven mad at this point, felt her mind get excited. She’d finally get to cum. 

But nothing happened. 

Francesca frowned and tried again. 

Nothing happened. 

Emma could see the panic in her face. “Um…” Francesca started to panic. “Hold on. This is supposed to be working! I don’t understand.”

Francesca ran out of the room holding Emma in her arms crying at this point as she ran home looking for the right formula. 

Meanwhile Emma was stuck as a doll in thick diapers, going crazy with horniess. She was stuck on the edge, she needed to cum. She wanted to cum. 

But hours turned to days. Everyday Francesca would stroke her hair, promising to find the cure. Day’s turned to weeks. Weeks changed into months until one day, Francesca just didn’t come back. Emma was stuck on the shelf trapped on the edge for what was the start of eternity. 

She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t. 

She wanted to cum… but she couldn’t. 

Emma was stuck on the edge.