Too Good To Be True Pt.7 (Patreon)

With the flip of a lever, Mrs. Reinhardt lowered the side of the crib and leaned forward to scoop up Faye. The larger woman slipped her hands in between Faye's armpits and hoisted the diaper clad beauty up off of the mattress. Luckily, for the new mommy, it wasn't very difficult to lift her baby up since the young woman wasn't very heavy. In fact, she felt as light as a twig to the media mogul who carried her prive over to the changing table.



Mrs. Reinhardt paused for a brief moment and savored the feeling of holding her precious adult baby. She could smell Faye's shampoo due to how the mentally impaired woman rested her head on Mrs. Reinhardt's shoulder. It was so heavenly!



All the years of conquering the airwaves and consolidating her network as the number one source of entertainment, had left her feeling empty. For most of her adult life she had longed for someone to help her feel whole again. She had filled that void in her life with hookers who she diapered and talked baby talk to, but this was different. Faye truly needed her now. To think that all she really needed in her life was someone that was dependant upon on her for everything. Someone she could love and take care of unconditionally. It was so simple and yet so bizarre that diapering and babying another grown woman would be what she ultimately considered to be her biggest accomplishment to date.



After savoring the moment of holding her new baby, Mrs. Reinhardt sensed her five foot six inch bundle of joy getting a bit restless. She gently placed the lavender haired gal onto the oversized changing table with ease and reached underneath the surface of the table to grab her supplies.



"Abbu labbama."



"I know, sweetness. Just a second and Mommy will get you out of that wet diaper and into some dry pampers."



Wasting no time, Mrs. Reinhardt sat the baby powder and wipes down on the side of the table before she grabbed Faye's ankles. With practically no effort, Mrs. Reinhardt guided the girl's legs until her knees were resting just below her breasts, leaving her big padded bottom sticking out. The rotund woman couldn't resist giving her baby's big diapered butt a few playful pats.



"Something tells me that you'll be making mommy a lot of presents later."



Faye was too far gone to even acknowledge that she was being spoken to. The young woman merely gurgled and cooed happily while her new mommy untaped her diaper and slowly peeled it off of her moist butt.



"Hmm, this diaper could've handled a lot more, but I don't want my baby getting a rash."



Mrs. Reinhardt balled the old dirty diaper up and then grabbed Faye's ankles. She hoisted her girl's legs towards the ceiling, which involuntarily caused a giggle to escape from her mentally devoid baby's mouth. With her free hand, she managed to slip a new diaper under her perfectly round butt. Mrs. Reinhardt then grabbed a bottle of lotion from the side of the table. She gave it a few pumps, freeing the cool moisturizer into her palm. Once she had enough lotion, she began to slowly rub Faye's exposed pussy and all around her bald crotch, working the soothing lotion into every fold.



While this was happening, Faye was miles away mentally, but her body responded to the physical stimulus in much the manner that Mrs. Reinhardt had expected it to.



"Aww, getting all wet for mommy?" Mrs. Reinhardt cooed down to her mindless baby. "Let's wait until I get your new pamper on before you have another accident, okay?"



Faye closed her eyes and moaned as she felt the cool, greased up fingers slip in and out of her clit. Mrs. Reinhardt knew just when to stop her teasing, moving onto Faye's backside where she slid her hands between Faye’s butt cheeks. Poor Faye felt her pussy stop getting those nice, tingling feelings. On a pure primal level she knew she needed more! Faye naturally arched her back off of the table and pushed herself up, thrusting her hairless crotch into Mrs. Reinhardt’s moving hand.



"Now, now. Good girls don't do that!"



Mrs. Reinhardt declared, giving Faye a light, wet slap on the thigh.



Faye merely whimpered, ceasing her naughty acts.



"That's much better."



Mrs. Reinhardt began to tape the diaper up, sealing the frustrated Faye into the bulky plastic prison. Even if Faye could figure out how to masturbate, this diaper was too thick to allow her uncoordinated hand to do much of anything through the padding. And, since the diaper stopped at just above her belly-button, it wasn't like she was going to be able to just stick her hand in there without alerting Mrs. Reinhardt.



With a bit of effort, due to how high the table was compared to her, Mrs. Reinhardt managed to get Faye off of the changing table and perched back onto her hip.



"Let's go play with some toys in the living room while Mommy watches the news."



---A Few Hours Later---



The giggling of a full grown woman could be heard coming from Mrs. Reinhardt’s living room. Just by looking at the area immediately outside of her state of the art kitchen you'd assume that Mrs. Reinhardt had a baby, and the footage being filmed by the cameras would give such an illusion to viewers once it was edited. However, the truth of the matter was a simple, yet twisted one; the media mogul had kidnapped Faye and turned her into the drooling, drugged up woman, who could be seen sitting on a blanket in nothing more than a diaper.



Faye happily and mindlessly "sorted" through her toys, alternating between shaking a rattle or throwing blocks. When either of those activities bored her, she would babble out some nonsensical gibberish and be rewarded with Mrs. Reinhardt’s attention. Said attention was mostly a mixture or condescending praise and having her intelligence subtly insulted. Despite the masked venom of Mrs. Reinhardt’s words, she did love her little Faye.



Mostly she said these things to get footage for the show she was making that would star her big baby. She knew from her years of running the television network that watching, what was essentially a mentally challenged woman, would not make for good TV. Sure, the fetish was shocking and seeing a woman cared for, in such an unorthodox manner would lead to decent ratings, but she had to get people to talk about what they had seen. Only when people started talking about a show would it become popular. And ridicule was just as good any other method to get people talking.



Another weapon in her arsenal of TV tricks was the fact that Faye wasn't truly mentally regressed. As a matter of fact, the drug was only temporary. The reason why Mrs. Reinhardt didn't just permanently obliterate Faye's mind was twofold; footage of her resisting the treatment and being a bitch could lead to higher ratings and appeal to people into bondage. Secondly, if Faye appeared to only be acting and not mentally challenged, people would be rapidly commenting at how remarkable her "baby play" acting was. Regardless of ratings, Mrs. Reinhardt wanted to mold Faye into the perfect baby. There was no fun in it if she just turned her mind into mush. Speaking of mush, it was time for lunch.



Mrs Rienhardt smiled warmly down at her little Faye, watching as the baby brained woman stuck her fingers into her mouth, happily sucking on them.


It was a cute sight, but also told the maternal matron that her baby was hungry. Squatting down,  Mrs Rienhardt gently tapped Faye on the forehead to get her attention. "Does my wittle baby Faye want some num nums?" She cooed getting a happy bout of gibberish in response as Faye held her spit coated fingers out towards Mrs Rienhardt.



The much fatter woman scooped up the lavender haired bombshell and carried her over to the kitchen where a large high chair awaited Faye. Even if the TV show didn't generate controversy, Mrs. Reinhardt knew that such an attractive young lady, like Faye, would bring in the eighteen to forty five male demographic. As long as Faye's breasts were bouncing around, the guys would watch, the media mogul was sure of this.



"Aba wan num nums" Faye grinned as the plastic tray was lowered in front of her. The mentally drained woman quickly whined when the tray pinned her breasts against her body.



"Hmm, that just won't do. Let's get your funbags free so they don't hurt."



Adjusting the setting of the tray, the media mogul pulled it out, letting Faye's breasts drop. She then used her left hand to hold up the massive melons (a side effect of the drug was temporary inflation of the mammories) and with a gentle push, Mrs. Reinhardt set the tray back into place. It was quite the sight, Faye's giant boobs were literally sitting on the tray, not giving her any modesty or leaving much room for food.



"Here comes the spaceship!"



The greedy adult baby opened up and eagerly slurped down the grape flavored baby food. Spoon after spoon entered Faye's mouth and always left empty. After about five minutes, Mrs. Reinhardt grew a bit bored and decided to make things interesting.



"Opps."



An intentional "accident" caused some of the baby goop to land in Faye’s hair. Just the curious reaction alone, on the brain drained woman's face, caused the larger woman's heart to flutter. 'She's so cute!"



A few more "missed" spoonfuls and Faye looked like a messy two year old. There was baby food on Faye’s face, breasts and hair! Mrs. Reinhardt knew that she'd have to clean up her baby soon, but part of her wanted to see just how messy she could get her Faye.



Faye's eyes went wide as she saw a giant spoon filled with mush being brought towards her. Her mind had literally just turned on, like the flip of a light switch. One moment she was a drooling pamper packing retard and the next, she was an articulate young adult who found herself trapped in a high chair, covered in purple jelly. Shocked, and more than a little disturbed by her state of dress,or undress for that matter, she grimaced.



"Why is there disgusting goop in my hair and all over my-" Faye gasped. "What the hell did you do to my boobs?!"



"For starters, you're a messy eater, and secondly, that's a side effect of your medicine."



"Medicine?" Faye cocked an eyebrow.



"Just something I gave you to start things on the right foot. I've wanted a baby for so long that I couldn't wait for you to act properly. Still, I much rather have you behaving naturally, like a baby, instead of frying your mind with drugs."



"You drugged me?" Faye asked, startled by how much time she lost. It all made sense, but still made the revelation different to swallow.



"Yes, like I said, I want a baby and you weren't being very cooperative. Keep in mind that the more I have to resort to using that medicine, the higher the probability that you might lose your mind becomes. Now, I'm done talking to you like an adult. From here on out, you will be my little ray of sunshine. I expect nothing but baby talk and giggling or I'll administer more of that serum."



Faye knew not to open her mouth. She had so much she wanted to say. Just the thought of telling this bitch off was almost worth it, but Faye knew not to tempt this nutcase. After all, the bombshell bounty hunter knew that, no matter what, this cow would get her wish either way. She had nothing to lose by complying and only everything else to lose by opening her big mouth.



"I don't hear any baby talk or giggling!"



Faye screwed up her face, trying to think of something to say, anything to say. 'What the hell do babies say?'.



"Ummm, goo goo ga ga?"



To Be Continued...