Too Good To Be True Pt.8 (Patreon)

(And now, the long overdo part of Faye's story)




Mrs. Reinhardt sighed. "It's a start."


Faye simply frowned. Yeah, she wasn't a great actress. If she was then she would've never been drowning her sorrow in a bar last year and made the mistake of getting involved with this crazy cow of a woman. If she had any acting skills what so ever, she would've been in movies by now instead of hunting down dirtbags for dimes. Even after leaving the deranged executive the first time, the buxom bombshell hadn't managed to keep herself out of trouble. Bouncing from job after job until she ended up pissing off the wrong casino boss and getting that huge bounty on her head. Spike and Jet had managed to rescue her from that debacle, but now she was hunting barfly bounties for bargain basement payouts. No matter what she did, Faye had always managed to find herself in hot water. 


Ironically enough…


"Let's get my beautiful baby into a nice warm bath before that jelly stains your pretty pale skin."


Faye forced herself to smile despite feeling like a doll covered in sticky candy.


"Uppsie daisy!" The rotund woman cooed as she picked the petite bounty hunter up from underneath her arms and pulled the messy diapered woman in for a close "hug". Once Faye had adequately wrapped herself around Mrs. Reinhardt, the heavy woman carried her back to the bathroom. The lavender haired bounty hunter found herself once more surrounded by the opulent furnishings of the bathroom she had showered in a year ago. If not for the current circumstances that dictated the diaper she wore, she would've looked forward to soaking in a nice bath. 


Mrs. Reinhardt stood her slim baby in the tub and quickly stripped the woman of her thick disposable diaper, dropping it in a near by trash can by the toilet. 


"Sit"


The simple, single word uttered by Mrs. Reinhardt wasn't a suggestion; it was a command. She waited until Fate sat her butt into the tub before turning the faucet. While the bathtub filled with hot water, the round woman walked over to the sink, pulled open a drawer. and grabbed a bottle.

 
Faye only had to wonder about the contents of the bottle for a brief moment before her kidnapper poured a fragrant, scented bubble bath solution into the water. The warm water and bubbles slowly encircle her body, tiny bubbles tickle her flat stomach and lower lips while she sits still for her "mommy". The bounty hunter turned baby decides to fully immerse herself in the sea of suds and starts to sigh happily as she lays against the slope of the large tub.


Mrs. Reinhardt didn't say a word, she didn't want to interrupt her baby's relaxation. So, she simply lathered up her favorite loofah with a bar of lavender soap until it was covered in a thick lather and started to wash her baby's body. Mrs. Reinhardt saw Faye's smile quickly turn into a scowl as she worked the loofah up and down the length of her ample chest, cleaning the grape jelly off. Once clean, she ran her pinky finger around one of Faye's nipples.


Faye subconsciously pulled away from the unexpected touch. 


"What's the matter, baby girl? Mommy is just cleaning up the mess you made." 


Faye remained silent and returned to her relaxed pose. How she hated this situation. She hated how she always managed to put herself in fucked up situations. Typically, they were never as messed up as this, she admitted. Normally there would be a gun pointed in her general direction after pissing off the wrong guy, but would having a gun pointed in her face really be as bad as this? They never pulled the trigger. Meanwhile, this bitch had the ability to literally destroy her mind with the prick of a needle and she seemed to be deranged enough to do it. 


Even as Faye lamented her current predicament, she never realized this one truth about herself; No matter how bad things got, she almost always got out of trouble. Whether it was by her own doing or outside intervention, she would land on her feet more often than not. 


'I hope the boys are at least looking for me…'


Faye could feel the large woman's fat hand rest against her forehead, such a development made her open her eyes just in time to see a waterfall of water cascade past her face.


"Close your eyes for mommy, Princess."


Mrs. Reinhardt placed her open hand once more above Faye's eyes, shielding them from the warmed water she poured from the full decanter of sink water.


"Now let's wash your hair."


Faye said nothing as the media mogul brought  a small crystal vial above her head and emptied a liberal amount of the rich pearly shampoo onto her hair. Suddenly, Faye could feel Mrs. Reinhardt's big, sausage fingers begin to lather the shampoo into her dark hair. The older woman worked diligently, separating wet ropes of Faye's hair with her fingers before finally moving onto her scalp. Faye realized, as her captor took care to deeply massage every inch of her head, that it had been years since she had last had such a thorough bath. It wasn't that Faye didn't care for herself or spoil herself, far from it, but doing so on a limited budget proved challenging. One simply could not indulge themselves if they didn't have the money.


"That's a good girl." Mrs. Reinhardt cooed as she poured another glass of water over Faye's head. She then swirled her hands free of the lather in the bath, inadvertently splashing her blouse with bathwater.


"Shoot. Mommy got herself all wet."


Faye looked over at the older woman bosom, noticing that she could now see the silhouette of Mrs. Reinhardt's bra; maternity bra to be more precise. Faye shuddered inwardly as she realized who that was meant for.


"Sorry Fanny, mommy has to cut this bath short." The festively plump woman stated as she reached over to pull the plug and drain the tub.


Faye winced as she heard her new baby name, but remained calm. She knew that she had to bide her time and wait for an opportunity to present itself. Only then could she make her move and escape. The sound of the drain gurgling signalled the true end of bath time.


"Uppie!" Mrs. Reinhardt ordered in a soft tone, standing Faye up with a helping hand. 


Faye tries to look away from Mrs. Reinhardt's soaking wet chest, but things only get more awkward as the older, more fatter woman pulled the sopping wet garment over her and tossed it aside. 


"Did you have to take off your shirt?" Faye asks dumbly.


"Quiet, little girl." 


The stern tone says more than needs to be spoken aloud. 


Faye remains still as her new mother slowly begins to pat her dry with an oversized, thick terry towel. The damn thing is huge, truly making Faye feel like a child, but part of her can't help but admit that such a towel feels absolutely exquisite. 


Mrs. Reinhardt takes another warm towel and drapes it over her baby's glistening wet hair and starts rubbing it dry while Faye squirms underneath it. 


"On the floor now, missy." 


Faye complies, slowly going into a seated position on another incredibly thick and fluffy towel. 


"Lay back for mommy."


Once more, Faye silently obeyed, already knowing what was coming. The big unfolded diaper and canister of talcum powder on the countertop had given her a pretty good idea of what was to come. 


"Bottoms up, baby." Mrs. Reinhardt ordered with a chuckle.


Faye silently groaned and lifted her perfectly shaped postier. Oh, how she could absolutely kill for a stiff Vodka served neat right about now.


"Good girl!" Mrs. Reinhardt cooed as she slid a thick unfolded diaper under Faye's ass. Next came an overly generous dusting of powder. The damn stuff got all over her skinny stomach and all around the towel. It was almost like she had made a snow angel out of baby powder! With expert skill, Mrs. Reinhardt fastened the tapes to the front of Faye's diaper and scooped the now diapered bounty hunter into her arms.


'Ugh, she better not think about doing what I think she's going to do…'


Luckily for Faye, the breastfeeding never came. Instead, a perplexed Faye found herself held by Mrs. Reinhardt in front of her playpen. She didn't understand what was happening until her captor spoke up. 


"Mommy has to take a quick shower." The round woman explained before adding in a more serious tone. "This is your first real test. You stay here and everything will be fine, but if I catch you outside of the playpen by even so much as a foot, you won't know your own name let alone remember how to walk or talk. Understood?"


Faye nodded.


"That's my baby." The round woman cooed and gave Faye's diapered ass a nice series of pats before lowering her into the playpen.


The click clacking of heels slowly became more muted until Mrs. Reinhardt closed the bathroom door.


'I can't pass this up. Now's my chance!' Faye smiled as she slowly stood up, trying not to make her diaper crinkle. 


As quietly as a diapered mouse, the young woman did her best to tip toe through the living room and past the hallway which led to the bathroom. A loud noise, almost like Mrs. Reinhardt had dropped something on the ground, echoed out from the room. Faye stopped, dead in her tracks, as her smile instantly turned to a look of terror. The poor girl's heart raced in her chest as seconds gradually stretched into minutes while she sat frozen in place, but the urge to flee from this infantile lunacy won out in the end.


I have to quit wasting time. I have to be fast!


Had she been thinking clearly and not had her emotions dictated by fear, she may have noticed the keys sitting on the table in the kitchen, but Faye was not thinking clearly as she approached the walk in closet by the front door. The diapered bounty hunter wasted no time grabbing the first thing that caught her eye. It was a large purple coat that looked like it would swallow her up. Not exactly her first choice of clothing, but prancing around butt naked in the woods wearing nothing but an adult pamper wasn't an option. So, she grabbed the large coat and wrapped herself in the furry garment. The damn thing hung loosely on her slender frame. Between the giant coat and ridiculously large diaper, she felt like a naughty little girl playing dress up in her mommy's closet!


This is so bad…


Faye took one look at the front door before pausing and listening for any movement in the house. A faint but steady stream of water coming from the shower helped soothe her nerves slightly. 'That fat bitch is still hosing herself off'. She kept one hand on the middle of the oversized coat and slowly opened the front door. It was getting dark, but Faye had a feeling that this would be her only chance to leave so she quietly closed the front door behind her as she stepped out onto the front porch. 


The night air blew through Faye's still wet hair, greeting her with a bitter cold gust that assaulted her face. It was just as crisp and chilly as any winter's day that was becoming night she had felt before. Faye hurriedly wrapped the coat around herself, pulling it closely against her flesh in an effort to stay warm as she felt her nipples were becoming rock hard under the coat. 


"Shit. Where am I going to even go?!" Faye muttered to herself as she realized that she was pretty much trapped. Her body started to shake. The cold wasn't helping matters, especially since she was barefoot, but her nerves were starting to overwhelm her. She wasn't stupid. She knew that she only had one option; turn around and go inside. 


'Hopefully, that fat old hag will still be in the shower when I get-'


A sharp jab pricking her neck interrupts her thoughts, causing the bounty hunter to panic as something is injected into her. Within seconds, her arms and legs turn to jelly. She can't even move them to save her life as things start to spiral before going black.


"Such a naughty girl. I gave you a chance and you blew it." Mrs. Reinhardt admonished the unconscious woman. "Now we're going to have to do things my way."



To Be Continued...