Too Good To Be True Pt.3 (Patreon)

Faye tried not to make eye contact as she was ushered past various employees. She tried 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 building 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 rid 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...