Too Good To Be True Pt.9 (Patreon)

Mrs. Reinhardt bent down and placed her big hands under her baby's bottom, lifting the petite woman easily up from the ground and into her chest. Her baby was shivering at this point, nuzzling up against her bosom for warmth as the large woman walked back into the house leaving her coat behind on the porch. She didn't want to waste another minute standing out in the cold. Her baby could catch a cold!


"You really should've listened to mommy, baby Fanny." The media mogul said in a condescending tone. 


The blank stare that Faye gave her was a bit unnerving, but Mrs. Reinhardt knew that was simply one of the side effects. She really didn't want to resort to using drugs on her new baby girl, but Faye had left her little choice. If she was stubborn enough to go running out into the snow in only a diaper and a coat then she needed to be reduced to a more manageable mental state until she could learn to be a good girl. In the meantime, Faye didn't have a single thought between her ears and would be driven by physical stimuli like touch and other sensations like taste, sound and colors.


"Give mommy a giggle! Come on sweetie!"


The rotund woman tossed her diaper clad baby woman up into the air and caught her when she came back down. She gave the petite woman another toss up towards the vaulted ceiling, Faye giggling wildly with each toss. She continued to throw her one pound baby up until she was holding Faye high in the air, almost at arms length above her head, but tilted forward at an angle so that she could look over her squealing baby. Faye was gasping for breath and struggling helplessly in her grasp, but she was genuinely laughing her diapered ass off. 


Finally, Mrs. Reinhardt brought an exhausted Faye down into her arms for a nice bear hug. Unlike most women her size, the media mogul had been hitting the gym since she was in high school. She had joined the weightlifting team in college and was an avid bodybuilder. If she was always going to be overweight, doomed to a life of living large thanks to genetics, she had 
decided that she was going to be strong. She didn't want to end up like her mother; one of those helpless women who lost their breath trying to get off the couch. So, once out of college she continued her weight training regiment, hitting the gym three times a week, before she invested in her own home gym. This all but ensured that her upper body could bench press any man which also gave her the unique ability to manhandle her new adult baby. 


She then strode triumphantly up the stairs and down the hall until they reached the most prized room in her home; Faye's nursery. 


Mrs. Reinhardt laughed as she walked into the beautifully decorated room fit for a twelve month old princess. "You really thought you could escape from mommy?" 


The media mogul didn't wait for an answer, not that Faye could give her one. She playfully lifted her bundle of joy up once more into the air and held her there like she was just a baby. If Faye had been in her right state of mind, she would've equated the look Mrs. Reinhardt was giving her as a woman staring at her most prized possession. After a moment of watching Faye absent mindedly kick her legs and wriggle her arms, Mrs. Reinhardt brought her back down so that she could plant a big fat kiss on her forehead. 


"You're gonna be Mommy's princess now and forever!"


Between the nice kiss and the sound of her mommy's voice, Faye was grinning like a fool as a slight bit of drool dripped from her lips. 


"Let's get my sweet baby into her lovely crib for the night." Mrs. Reinhardt announced as she carried Faye over to the crib. Pausing for a moment to reposition Faye until she was on her hip, Mrs. Reinhardt then lowered the railing of the enormous wooden crib. With the crib now accessible, the media mogul brings Faye over and gently lowers the petite bounty hunter until Faye is sitting happily on her padded bottom. 


"I wonder if my baby Fanny is ticklish. Most little girls like you are!"


With no other words said, the large woman went in for Faye's most sensitive areas with her puffy fingers. Showing no mercy, she began to tickle the diaper clad woman's ribs. Faye's body reacted immediately to the pudgy fingers dancing across her exposed ribs with violent spasms of screaming laughter and giggling while she wriggled and thrashed wildly about. Some part of her brain told the doped up girl to try and grab the hands tickling her, but Faye's attempts at grabbing the probing fingers were poor at best. She lacked the hand eye coordination necessary to even grab at her captor's hands which were expertly administering such delicious torture to the poor woman's sensitive ribs.


Mrs. Reinhardt laughed, absolutely delighted by the sounds coming from her baby and continued to tickle her adult baby without mercy. It was like she was feeding off of Faye's babyish squeals of joy. She slowly slides the tips of her hands down to just above Faye's diaper before sweeping them across her bare tummy. 


The poor bounty hunter turned baby woman is completely spasming in laughter under her  mommy's fingers. They dance around her tiny belly button with reckless abandon, forcing every giggle and laugh from her lungs. 


After a few moments of tickling the girl's tummy, Mrs. Reinhardt's hands return to Faye's sides and continue tapping and poking at her randomly until they quickly reach her armpits. 


At this point, Faye is babbling nonsensical words and cackling like an animal as Mrs. Reinhardt unleashes the tickle monster. The tickling gradually became faster and more random as Mrs. Reinhardt would alternate between going after Faye's ribs before returning to her tummy for more. Then her
armpits, then her thighs and then all the way down to her feet! Her body was so preoccupied with being tormented by these rapidly moving fingers that she didn't even notice her diaper growing warm as urine pooled up against her hairless crotch. 


Suddenly, the tickling stops and poor Faye can only feel one thing; wet. Her skin is covered in sweat and her most intimate area feels clammy and soggy and icky and squishy! Without warning, the grown woman turned mentally months old starts to bawl like an infant.


"Did my widdle Fanny pee pee her pampers?"


Mrs. Reinhardt lifts up her newly adopted daughter's leg and sticks a finger through the leak guard, it didn't take long for her to find the cause of Faye's crying fit; a wet diaper. She picks up the sobbing girl by her underarms and places her against her hip, forcing Faye's butt and legs together, squishing the awful wet mess everywhere as she holds her. Mrs. Reinhardt gently starts to bounce Faye up and down as she walked over to the changing table, forcing her sopping wet diaper to squish and slosh about against her perfect bottom. 


"Yep, little miss run has to get used to sitting around in wet diapers." Mrs. Reinhardt laughed as she laid Faye down onto the changing table.


Faye's cries gradually became light sobs as Mrs. Reinhardt untaped her diaper and hoisted her legs up by her ankles. Her skinny body squirmed slightly due to the cool air as her piss covered bottom glistened in the light of the nursery. The media mogul cherished changing diapers and, even though her new baby was far too gone to blush, she still took joy in wiping the woman's soaked slit clean. That was, until Faye's unthinking eyes met Mrs. Reinhardt's gaze, making her stop momentarily.

 It just wasn't the same without Faye being embarrassed. She didn't want the girl to suffer, but there was just something about blushing women that made the large woman's heart melt. It added a pinch of spice to a lovely crafted dinner; It completed the meal


With a sigh, Mrs. Reinhardt reached for the talcum powder and started powdering Faye. She had dreamt of this moment for so long, but just like anything worth having, she knew that she would have to work for it. In time, she knew that things would improve as she taught the baby woman how to act properly; planting the subliminal cues necessary for future behavior. It wasn't programming, just things necessary for Faye's safety. After all, she couldn't have her little baby running off naked into the woods on an icy night again. 


"There. All nice and dry!" Mrs. Reinhardt cooed down at Faye as she finished tapping the grown woman's diaper shut. 


Despite having not a single thought in her head, the media mogul could see that Faye was genuinely getting tired. Her eyes were drooping and she seemed like she could pass out at any moment. Mrs. Reinhardt smiled, happy that her baby was ready for bed. After that tickling session, she knew Faye was going to sleep like a log. 


A short trek back to the crib and Faye was laid out on the pillow top crib mattress that Mrs. Reinhardt had custom made for her. Even with the mentality of a six month old, Faye smiled, her body appreciating the feel of a soft bad as her eyes fluttered shut. 


"Sweet dreams, princess." Mrs. Reinhardt whispered as she tucked the tuckered out twenty three year into the crib. She quietly raised the bars up and sealed the adult woman into the crib.


To Be Continued...