The Sugar Baby (Chapter 32) FINALE (Patreon)

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Chapter 32 - Finale

My head was hanging heavily into my chest. Around me the noise of keyboard clicking slowly became more clear as my hearing came back, and I tried to raise my head. I don’t know how long I was out, but I knew that son of a bitch had chloroformed us or something. My head hurt, my eyelids were heavy, and I couldn’t move my legs. 

Brian: Ah, she’s awake!

I groaned and tried to orient myself to my surroundings. Lifting my head was hard enough, but opening my eyes was a whole other battle. I could manage to keep them open for a moment, long enough to catch a glimpse of the dim lit from around me, then have to close them again. In the corner I could barely make out the outline of Brian who was working on a computer. 

Brian: Looks like your friend still needs a few minutes, but don’t worry-

He rolled his chair over to me and grabbed my face.

Brian: We have all the time in the world.

I tried to lift up my arms or kick my legs to push him off, but that only made me realize I was restrained to the chair I was in. Zip ties and duct tape wrapped my legs, arms and midsection. My eyes and head were getting stronger, and I could get a good view of the room. Amber was to my right, tied up in the exact fashion I was. Both her and I were in fresh diapers, both of them stuffed with extra padding. That creep must’ve changed me while I was out, but hopefully that was all he did…

Amber shot awake and screamed. Brian ran over to her and covered her mouth with duct tape, dampening the noise immediately. 

Brian: Look, you can scream all you want, no one is going to hear you. There’s no one anywhere near us. Save your breath.

I turned to Amber and she was pouring out tears. Had I not been in shock, I probably also would’ve been crying my eyes out. Brian went back to his computer and started typing.

Joanna: Are you turning us back to normal?

He laughed.

Brian: Sweetheart, this is as good as you’ll ever be. All women should be like you, not so headstrong and demanding, you need to be... submissive. The diapers and lack of control make it easier to be this way. 

Amber tried to scream something at him but it wasn’t understandable through the tape. 

Joanna: You can’t do this, you promised to help us back. 

Brian: Joanna, I don’t think you are in any position to tell me what I can or can’t do. 

I looked down at my diaper and restrained hands. He was right, as much as I could push and pull or thrash around I wasn’t getting out.

Brian: I will tell you what I’m going to do though.

He rolled his chair over to Amber holding a small device.

Brian: First I am going to do what I tried to do with you earlier.

He clamped the device onto Amber who was shaking her head and trying to fight him off. Then he rolled over to his computer, pressed the spacebar and a shock of electricity went through Amber. The tears started flowing from her cheeks again as she knew what had just happened. 

Brian: Perfectly incontinent. Secondly.

He rolled over to me. My stomach turned into knots as I stared into his blank eyes. With one hand, he grabbed my wrist and tugged. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for pain, but then I felt a bit of air on my wrist. When I looked down, I saw he had cut the watch off. 

Brian: You won’t be needing those anymore. Now girls I should tell you, I haven’t been completely honest with you.

Joanna: When have you been at all honest with us?

Brian: ...fair enough, but what I was going to say was...there is no way back from this. 

My stomach dropped and I felt the blood flow from my face. 

Brian: You see, what I have done to you is...how do I put this lightly...permanent nerve damage. Yeah, when the watch changed you from accidents to fully incontinent, it was just furthering the damage to the nerve your brain needs to let you know you need to pee. First was just a little, then the whole thing was destroyed. I’m sorry...I mean, I’m not really sorry, but you will never be back to the way you were.

My heart was pounding and I felt my crotch get warm with pee. That made it all the worse, and finally I broke down.

Brian: Oh don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Just find a nice man to take care of you. You can be his little stay at home babygirl, no responsibility, no anything! You can relax and play and prance around all day in your full, thick diapers. You should be thanking me! I-

CRASH

From the other room, there was a sound of glass shattering on the floor. Brian’s head jerked up and looked in that direction. I started hyperventilating, the room was quiet except for  the sound of my breathing and Ambers whimpering. Brian reaches over to his desk and slowly grabbed a knife he had resting next to his computer. Then he stepped carefully in the direction of the noise. 

I couldn’t really turn and see what was going on with the way he had tied me up, but I tried my best to see. As Brian turned the corner, a dark figure came out behind him. Brian saw the door was open and gripped his knife a little tighter, then there was a loud metallic CLANG followed by the thump of a body hitting the floor. I let out a quick scream then bit my lip, hoping the weren’t coming for us next.

In the corner of my eye I saw the figure move quickly through the hall towards us, my hands were shaking and my diaper kept filling, until I saw the face in the light. 

Joanna: Mom?!

There she was. Standing heroically with a 15 pound dumbbell in her hands that I knew she kept in the trunk for her workouts. It had a small touch of blood on it and she dropped it to the ground, exhausted. I couldn’t help it, the tears started pouring out of me again, but then so did they pour from her eyes too as she ran over and started undoing my restraints.

Joanna: Mom I’m sorry I-

Mom: No Joanna I’m so sorry, I have been a horrible mother and I should never have made you think you would have to go to these lengths just so I wouldn’t be mad at you. Then to humiliate you and take videos...I’ve been horrible just horrible…

I just smiled. It was nice to hear her apologize but it also wasn’t her fault entirely.

Joanna: You...you saved.

She looked me in the eyes and held my face.

Mom: I am never letting go of you again. I have a lot to work on, but please forgive me.

Joanna: Of course mom, I love you.

Mom: I love you too.

She hugged me and I hugged her back with my one free hand. After the moment was over I looked over to Amber, who was trying to talk through her tape. Once free I walked over to her and ripped it off.

Amber: Ow! Thanks, is he like...dead?

Mom: He’s been knocked out, but he’s still breathing. The police should be here soon to pick him up. In the meantime…

She looked down at both mine and Ambers soaked diapers, and smiled.

Mom: Looks like you two need a change. 

The end.

Epilogue - 

Dear Bryan, 

Hope prison is suiting you well, 35 years will be a blast! You’ll be like, 85 when you’re out?

Amber had a bit of trouble adapting to now being fully incontinent, but it’s motivated her in a big way. We managed to get your laptop on our way out, and gave your data to one of her Sugar Daddy’s friends...he’s a biotech engineer. He managed to create a new device that gives us back the feeling of the urge to pee, with some limitations. Since you had destroyed the nerve, we need to wear it at all times in order to feel it, otherwise were still incontinent. So we both keep some diapers around the house, just in case...hope that’s good enough for you.

After the trial though, Amber and I found ourselves overrun with strange questions online. Men and women reaching out from everywhere asking if we knew how you did it to us...so they could do it to themselves. While we thought this was strange, and even though we didn’t want more people ending up like us, we both saw an opportunity. So we contacted the engineer and asked him if it were possible to use your data and his furthered research to create a device that can control someone’s functions only while wearing the device. 

He said yes, and the three of us, alongside Ambers Sugar Daddy developed a new product and company: The Little Watch. Capable of limiting ones bladder and or bowel control for a time and not causing any permanent damage. 

It was a simple enough gadget, and we didn’t think it would blow up...but it did. Turns out there’s a massive community of people out there that were dying for this sort of thing, but you probably knew that.

Needless to say, I guess we got that money from you after all.

Thanks, Daddy. 

Joanna

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