Emily’s New Life (Patreon)

Emily had no control anymore.

It had started when the new neighbors moved in. Their son, Hank, was a stud. Muscular, masculine, and with a voice that could melt any woman's heart. But he was also just seventeen, and Emily fantasized about him every night.

She was single. Her daughter was already married. Had it not been the age, she would've made a move on him already. So it surprised her when Hank's parents left for a two-month cruise, and he knocked at her door that very night.

"Hey, neighbor," he said.

"Hank. What are you doing here so late?"

"My parents are out of town, and I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out."

"Don't you have friends your age?"

"Girls my age bore me," he said, scanning Emily with his piercing black eyes, "Can I come in?"

"I don't think that would be appropriate."

"And you always do what's appropriate?"

She felt weak in the knee, and without hesitation, she invited him in.

Sex with Hank was amazing. She had never felt as alive as when he pounded her against the wall. He would spank her every night and fuck her nonstop until she couldn't take it any longer. So, when he mentioned he was into some kinky stuff, she went along with it.

A pacifier, she's done weirder things with lesser men. But then came the nicknames; calling him Daddy was off. He was almost thirty years younger than her. But she went along with that too. He treated her like a princess instead of the chubby insecure mature woman she knew she was.

And she couldn't lie to herself; she enjoyed it.

So when Edward implied he wanted to take things further, she wasn't sure of what he meant. Just a month after his parents' return, she got to his home that night and started kissing him right as she crossed the front door, not caring if any neighbor saw her. She was in love and felt finally accepted.

But Edward stopped her.

He placed her over his lap and began spanking her.

"I told you I kiss you, not the other way."

She felt the stinging pain of every smack against her precious butt cheeks. He had spanked her before; playful, enjoyable. It was different this time. He did it cruelly with malice and did not stop even when she started to begin. In the end, she was a mess, sobbing on the couch with her pants and panties down. What a sight.

He kissed her butt cheeks and began caressing her hair.

"Shhh," he calmed her, "It's okay. You're still Daddy's little baby girl, aren't you."

"I'm not a baby," she said defiantly.

"I'm not a baby, what?"

She blushed.

"I'm not a baby, Daddy."

She felt like a dumb bimbo. Here she was, a forty-year-old woman, sobbing because her sixteen-year-old boyfriend spanked her. And then, she called her Daddy, as she claimed she wasn't a baby. But Edward was ready to scarlet things further, and without hesitation, he grabbed her and took her to his bedroom.

And when he opened the door, Emily's jaw dropped.

Over the bed, there was a package of adult diapers. Pink and with prints, babyish to the point that they just looked like oversized baby diapers. Besides the package, there was baby powder and a changing mat.

"No. I'm not doing that."

"You want me to spank you more, uhm?" he asked, pulling her towards the bed, "I'll do it unless you behave."

Emily flinched.

"Hop on. We have lots to do."

She obeyed and sat over the edge of the bed, shaking and sobbing. Her mind went numb as Edward forced her on her back to spread the baby powder over her most private parts, which she had seven that very day on his command. Her pride, her dignity, it was all gone by the time he sealed her in the fluffy thick prison that was the adult diaper.

"You look cute."

She didn't answer.

"What do you have to say?"

"Thanks, Daddy."

"Said it with your thumb on your mouth."

She obeyed, "Fansk, Dwaddwy."

"You know, the first time I saw you, I knew this was your natural state. Divorced. A daughter that doesn't care about you. Few friends, none good," he said, placing her over his lap, "You did not properly care about your body, chubby and with saggy breasts."

She blushed and sobbed and wanted to leave. But her body wasn't answering. She was too afraid to disobey her Daddy.

"It's okay. I'll reraise you, and when I finish with you, you will be the happiest baby girl in the world."

She held her close and let her cry against his chest until she fell asleep.

One month later, Emily lay on the floor, playing with her toys and sucking on her pacifier. She had not used the potty a single time since Edawrd put that first diaper over her. She had not been alone in the bathroom, or anywhere else for that matter, since. Her diaper is in full display, messy and wet. But her dad wasn't changing her yet. No, he sat on the couch next to her, waiting.

And the door opened.

Edward's parents came in.

"For fuck's sake, Edward, another one?"