Too Good To Be True Pt.10 (Patreon)

Light poured through the windows, casting long, finger-like shadows over Faye's body. She didn't pay them any attention due to the twirling shapes that danced just above her crib. Faye raised her heavy arms up, compelled to bat her hands at the numerous dangling objects that hung just out of reach. She had no name for each item or the corresponding colors associated with the elusive plastic trinkets, but she knew she had to swing at them. She didn't know why she had to do it, but that wasn't important to her as she kept batting at them, swinging her heavy, seemingly uncoordinated arms at the mobile above her.


She did this for what seemed like hours, but at most it was likely only a few minutes, until the door open and the person she hated most appeared over the side of her crib. Faye was startled by this sudden intrusion and wanted to scream at the woman. She opened her mouth to shout her lungs out and declare her independence, but no words came to her. At least, not words in the traditional sense of the definition. Mrs. Reinhardt didn't seem to notice anything was wrong with Faye as she babbled nonsensical gibberish at the big boned woman. However, internally, Faye was very dismayed even if she couldn't visibly Express her emotions. She was easily hoisted up out of her crib and carried over to that large, soft table. 


Faye tried to focus her mind and use her voice, but for some inexplicable reason, it was beyond her capability. As soon as Faye realized that her attempts at speaking weren't working, she was already changed out of her piss soaked diaper and getting taped into a fresh one.


For some reason, everything was moving so fast. She could've sworn that she had just been laying in her glorified cage when her playing had been interrupted by that horrible woman. Then, she found herself getting taped into a diaper after presumably being changed out of a wet one. Now…


Faye looked around herself and noticed that she was in a mesh lined playpen; the same one from when she tried to escape. 


'What the hell? I was just on the table getting changed?'


Everything was happening to her in a blur. It was like time was moving more quickly, or at least much faster than the young woman was used to... 


She sat there in her pen and mindlessly grabbed her blocks and sucked on them before getting tired of that and moving onto playing with her dollies. She would only momentarily come to her senses when she was forced from her playtime by her captor.


"Sweetie, let's get some food into that grumbling tummy!"


Faye looked up, more than slightly confused by the fact that she had lost so much time. It felt like she had just been woken up. Wasn't it still morning? But now it was supposedly her lunchtime?


She offered no resistance as she was strapped into the high chair and fed some baby formula from a rather large baby bottle. Faye had no problem sucking down the chalky formula as her mouth went on autopilot. Then, once she was burped, she found herself back in the living room where she was laid onto a mat and forced to play just outside of her mesh lined prison. 'I wish I was forced' she lamented. It was more like she didn't want to play, but her body had other ideas. She laid on her back and happily batted her at the items that Mrs. Reinhardt dangled just out of her reach while they both giggled and cooed at each other.


"You can do it, baby Fanny!"


Her rotund "mother" cheered as she occasionally jingled the strange, shiny, colorful shapes in front of Faye's face like she was a cat or six month old baby until yanking them high above her head, just out of her reach.


'Mommy is too fast!' Faye found herself thinking until she caught herself mentally slipping. 'Why did I just think of her as my mother?'


That word stood out to Faye as she played with the woman who seemed to be the fastest person alive. Occasionally, she'd notice that the sun seemed to never stay in the same spot when she looked through the bay windows during her momentary seconds of clarity. It was like it was rapidly moving across the sky beyond the window. One moment, she was trying to swipe at the toys the woman held above her, the next she would try to roll over as Mrs. Reinhardt struggled to teach her to crawl. By the time Faye had successfully managed to roll over, she noticed that the sun was moving towards the horizon. After failing to crawl forward for the twentieth time, she saw that the sun had disappeared beyond the rolling hills. 


"It's dinner time, sweetheart." Mrs. Reinhardt cooed down to her bundle of joy. 

Waving her arms around like an idiot, Faye tried to wrap them around Mrs. Reinhardt's neck but failed to do that. She was easily scooped up and perched on her captors hip. Looking around, Faye realized that it was night time due to how the living room glowed in the cozy yellow light of lampshades. It would've been relaxing if not for the fact that it was time for dinner. 


That woman had her once again strapped into her highchair and forced her to eat another meal that she struggled to swallow. Actually, swallow wasn't the right word to use. She couldn't even keep it in her mouth. Her tongue felt foreign to her, like it wasn't her own. She drooled randomly and got her dinner all over her breasts and stomach.


Moving quickly away from the kitchen, she was taken over to the luxurious bathtub for another bath. However this time, the crazy fat woman sat behind her, deciding to join her in the tub. Faye was livid, but didn't seem to be able to express herself properly. The much heavier woman had the petite girl lay against her glistening fat rolls while Faye tried to scream, but for whatever reason, only her mind was able to scream. Warm water gradually rose over Faye's slender form, up to her breasts. Despite the circumstances, it was almost soothing. Again, she wanted to enjoy herself, but her present company refused to give her even a moment's peace. She poured water over Faye's messy chest, washing the baby food into the tub before running a wash cloth across the girl's body. 


It was all so horrible. Like something out of a nightmare. 


'Wait a minute.' Faye found herself deep in thought as her adopted mother cleaned her body. The idea of this being a nightmare made sense to the bounty hunter imprisoned in this infantile hell. Everything was happening beyond her control, but more so than usual. Her body refused to respond to even her most basic commands. What she wouldn't give for the power to stand up and smack that huge cow in the face. Instead, her hands and legs would randomly kick and spasm unless her mind saw something colorful or shiny to focus on. 


Faye realized that she couldn't even think without long tracks of time passing by. This truth came to her as she was lifted from the tub and carried back to the nursery, swaddled in a giant towel like a newborn. While she struggled to contemplate why time was moving so fast, she found herself returning to her original epiphany that this was all simply a dream.


 In the blink of an eye, she was diapered on the changing table and deposited in her crib/jail. As her eyes grew heavy and everything seemed to swirl around her, she realized that this couldn't be real; it had to be a nightmare. There was no way time could move so fast! She literally lived out an entire day in a matter of what seemed like minutes. Not only did that explain why things were occurring at such a rapid pace, but it seemed to explain why she was acting like an overgrown infant. 


Obviously, her subconscious was playing out her worst fears; becoming that bitch's baby. She realized that must've been why this dream was playing out in her mind. This made the most sense to her and was a satisfying answer to why she acted so babyish without her mind's consent. After all, you can't think or control your own body's actions in your dreams.


---


Faye yawned and did her best to roll over as a crinkle came from her waist, piercing the tranquility of her mind, reminding her of what she was wearing. 


"Good morning, Fanny!"


Faye struggled to blink her eyes as a terrible stench wafted all around her. It seemed like she was just thinking about something when her jailer stuck her fat head over the top of the rail and cooed at her in that insufferable voice. She didn't have long to think about what she was trying to remember as her fake mother carried her back to the changing table. 


A very nasty surprise awaited the confused bounty hunter as she was laid onto the surface with an audible squelch. 


'Why's my ass warm and sticky?!'


Normally, Faye would've shot whoever was responsible for making her sit in mud, but once again, her body refused to cooperate with her thoughts. Instead, a loud, ear piercing wail came from her mouth. Faye couldn't believe that such a sound was coming from her lungs as her big breasts heaved in between sobs. 


"Oh, poor baby. Did my Fanny make boom-booms?" Mrs. Reinhardt cooed happily as she asked again. "Did you make mommy a present?"


Oh, what Faye wouldn't give to punch this horrid woman in her jaw, but she couldn't lift her arms. It seemed like every inch of her body was too tired to move. She merely laid on the table while Mrs. Reinhardt proceeded to change her dirty diaper.


In quick succession, she was changed and dressed in some bizarre, full body garment. It felt soft to the touch and consumed her hands and feet. Faye wasn't exactly sure if the zipper was in the front or the back because when she realized just what she was wearing, she was already back in the playpen, surrounded by mesh walls and various stuffed animals. 


'I must be having that crazy dream again. Either that or I never woke up from it.'


Faye didn't dwell on whether or not she was awake or asleep because her eyes spotted a plastic rattle sitting amongst the numerous toys littered around her mesh lined prison. The very sight of the bead filled toy consumed her very soul. She wanted it. She needed to chew on it and shake it! 


Despite her best efforts, she couldn't crawl over to it nor could she reach out to it. No matter how hard she tried, she simply lacked the strength or muscle dexterity to even get up off of her tummy. Her body started to sweat in the hot confines of her footie jammies as she grew frustrated. Wails soon erupted from her mouth after she failed another attempt at sitting up. Even as she started to regain a bit of her rational mind, the reality of the situation only fueled her outburst and caused her to legitimately cry real tears. 


"You must be hungry. It's almost time for your dinner!"


Faye's sobs started to die down as she was scooped up and held by the much rounder woman. As she was carried away from her pen, Faye glanced out the window and noticed that the sun was indeed setting.


'Dinner? Already? I just woke up!'


Another unremarkable and seeming unmemorable meal quickly passed by. Unlike the last meal Faye recalled eating, this one was much cleaner. This was because her mommy had put a bib over her breasts this time. The few splotches of baby food that the bib didn't catch ended up on the front of her yellow jammies. 


"I'm sorry mommy wasn't very attentive to you today. She had work to do."


This statement fueled Faye's thoughts. Did that mean she had been left alone all day? Did she miss an opportunity to escape or was this crazy cow working in a home office she probably had somewhere in the house? 


As her body was stripped of the warm pajamas, Faye couldn't help but think that her mind was fucking with her, giving her another thing to be upset about in this bizarre dream. 'Of course the bitch who kept me as some bizarre baby slave took off for the day. That's just my mind telling me that I can't escape. That's probably why my body can't move. Probably a metaphor or something....'


A cold wipe broke her concentration and caused her to giggle as her mommy wiped her dirty womanhood clean.


"Let's get you diapered and off to beddie bye."


Faye felt herself yawn as her crotch was encased in a solid layer of thick plastic. How she longed to feel panties. Even if this was a dream, the damn thing felt so real and bulky. Still, her mind didn't focus on the sensation for long as she was laid back into her crib where she tried to stretch. Her arms and legs seemed hellbent on ignoring the simplest of commands. This didn't bother her for very long as her whole world grew black. 


---


A bright light poured into the room, casting a row of long shadows over her body. Faye tried to figure out what they were as she limply pawed at her chest, trying to touch the shadows. Her curiosity was soon replaced by the twirling shapes that reflected the morning's light as her mobile orbited over her head. She stuck her arms up in the air and wiggled her arms, trying to reach for the shapes while babbling incoherently to herself.


"There's my special girl!"


'Fuck. I'm having this damn dream again!' Faye lamented as her face actually frowned. 


"Aww, why the sour face, baby? Mommy has a surprise for you!"


Faye felt herself blink, genuinely surprised that her captor would have a surprise for her. It wasn't like there had been anything but repetition in this dream so far. Then again, a baby's life didn't exactly have much variety in it, she realized.


'What could this surprise even be? It's too cold to take me outside.'


"Let's get your butt wiped and changed first."


And just like that Faye lost her concentration and scowled. It wouldn't be a nightmare without her subconscious reminding her of her forced wardrobe that consisted of a disposable toilet. 


Another ice cold wipe pierced her lower lips causing Faye to shudder. Between being wiped and powdered, the young woman laid on the table and wondered what kind of surprise this crazy woman could have in store for her. 'Maybe she's going to potty train me? Yeah, but knowing how weird this dream has been, I'll probably fail.'


"Upsie daisy!" 


Faye held onto her obese mommy as she was carried away from her "nursery", as mommy called it, and taken out to the living room. However, unlike the majority of her dream thus far, she instantly spotted something that broke up the monotonous flow of her existence; a bizarre looking structure that stood over a foam play mat awaited her. It had a plastic frame shaped like an "A" on both sides which supported a crossbeam that held all sorts of toys and dangling bears. Faye simply couldn't think of what it was. She had no name for it. Unlike most women her age, she had never spent time around real babies. It wasn't like her lifestyle had allowed her many friends who had real babies so she had no way of knowing that the structure that looked over the living room was an adult sized baby gym.


"Now, I know you're not ready for this yet since you can barely lift your head, but I do have something fun that you can play with until you're old enough for the baby gym."


Faye's fascination with the monstrous plastic frame was quickly overshadowed by her captor's words. She was twenty three years old. Just because she was forced to wear a diaper didn't mean that she was a literal baby! However, her anger was short lived when she spotted another new toy which laid in her playpen. 


"Press the buttons, Fanny!"


'Press the buttons, huh?' Faye lifted up her heavy hand and slapped at a nearby green key on the strange piano-like toy.  A sound that can only be described as euphoric soars between her ears, tickling her brain. She wants to hear that again! She needs to hear that again! She pushes the key again with her uncordinanded fingers and is instantaneously rewarded with the same sound, but it isn't quite as majestic as the first time she heard it. 


'Maybe the red one…'


It was better than any type of booze she had ever consumed in her life! Each button she pushed gave her a new high. She found herself quickly becoming addicted to the sounds that the toy produced, wondering what the next button she pressed would do as a sort of mania that was no different than what a sugar fueled, hyper two year old would experience. 


Mrs. Reinhardt couldn't but grin as her little Fanny kept swatting the keys of her new toy as a dopey grin spread across the baby woman's face. 


The rest of Faye's day was spent slapping at buttons and drooling on herself as she quickly became overwhelmed and consumed by the baby piano toy.


"Eww, baby Fanny. Did you go Boom Boom again?"


Faye looked up, unsure of the state of her underwear as she noticed that the room had begun growing dark. Once again, it seemed to be nighttime and her captor had seemingly left her alone all day. 


'Fuck! Why is my mind doing this to me?!' 


Still, despite how upset she was, there was no outward rebellion given as she found herself manhandled by her captor. She was laid on the changing table, much to her confusion, and proceeded to get her butt wiped. 


"Alright, baby. Let's get your tummy filled and then it's time for bed."


Faye didn't exactly care for the baby mush her captor forced into her mouth. For whatever reason, her subconscious decided to let her actually eat the food without much incident. Aside from the few bites that fell onto her bib, she was clean and that was a good thing. No matter how nice the bath was, she definitely didn't want to relive the one she took with Mrs. Reinhardt ever again. No matter how bad her dreams got in the future, that bath would definitely make the top ten on her list of bad dreams for eternity. 


"Good girl! Tomorrow mommy will hopefully get some free time to play with you now that the first episode of your show is ready to air."


'Show? What show?' This was a strange turn of events. Whenever she thought she had this weird dream figured out, it would throw her a curveball. Horrible bath? Euphoric Baby Toy. Waking up in a poopy diaper? Getting back some limited movement in her arms. It seemed like her subconscious tried to give her bits of joy to break up her misery before dunking her right back into the tub of torment.


Even if she could ask, she doubted that her jailer would tell her what show she was talking about. 'Probably some dumb baby cartoon that Mrs. Reinhardt had created for me or something.' Faye thought with a frown as was laid in her crib for night nights.


With each passing moment her mind was growing more and more fuzzy as her eyes grew heavier, Faye resigned herself to the belief that she was dreaming. After all, it was the only thing that made sense. 
 

---


Faye awoke the next morning feeling a mental sharpness that had seemed beyond elusive at best during the previous night. She felt rested and content despite the fact that she was surrounded on all sides by wooden bars. An oddly familiar melody twinkled above her head as she focused on her surroundings. She spotted that mobile and had an urge to swipe at it, even reaching up with her arms and actually touching the stupid toys that singled over her like a windchime. With a blush, she relinquished the pink crescent moons and stars she held in her hand. 


'So it was a dream?'


Faye thought about her surreal dream as all the events of her dream played themselves back to her in fragments, much like shards of glass or a broken VHS tape that only showed five minutes of an hour and a half movie that the cassette contained. It was rather hard to focus on any one memory from her bizarre dream, but she realized why she wanted to reach for the mobile; Mrs. Reinhardt had been training her to do such things in her dream. 


'At least my diaper is still dry.' Faye thought as the door to her room opened.


"Good morning, Fanny!" Mrs. Reinhardt announced as she closed the door to the room.


 "My name's Faye." The lavender haired woman groaned.


"Oh, look who finally snapped out of it." The rotund woman smiled as she scooped up the petite girl and positioned her against her hip.


Faye cucked an eyebrow and wondered what the crazy woman meant by the statement, but she didn't have time to think about it as a hot spray erupted into the front of her disposable underwear. 


"Aww, did my baby wet her Pampers?" Mrs. Reinhardt cooed at Faye.


"Ugh." Faye grunted as the soaked diaper cupped her crotch. "I wouldn't have wet it if you let me use a toilet."


"Silly, Fanny." Mrs. Reinhardt chuckled as she laid Faye down on the changing table. "You're much too young for potty training. Maybe in a few years."


Faye scowled and crossed her arms over her exposed chest. "I'm twenty three!"


"See, not even two years old yet." Her captor chimed as she went to work opening her wet diaper, ripped the tapes off with ease. 


"Years, not months." The petite woman replied angrily.


"Oh, you're just fussy and in a hurry to grow up and be a big girl aren't you?" The huge woman replied as she yanked a baby wipe from a container and brought it to Faye's bald pussy.


"Aghh! That's cold!" Faye cried, wincing from the icy intrusion between her lower lips.


"I know, baby. I know. Maybe mommy will get a wipe warmer if you're a good girl."


Deciding it was not worth it to argue, Faye simply laid back and allowed the horrible woman to finish cleaning her up. She even complied when her captor tapped her thigh and told her to lift her butt up. The diapering seemed to last an eternity, unlike her dream, but finally she felt the all too familiar bulk consume her crotch and bottom. With a gentle pat on her diapered bottom, Mrs. Reinhardt announced that she was ready to go play. 


Faye sighed and allowed herself to be carried out to the living room. Much to her surprise, the large A frame baby toy from her weird dream was sitting in the middle of the living room right by her oversized playpen. 'What's that doing here?'


Mrs. Reinhardt must've noticed the look on her face because she lowered her into the playpen instead of onto the mat. "I guess since you're such a big girl today, you won't like playing with your baby gym, huh?" 


"Where did you get that thing?" Faye asked, her eyes showing her concern.


"A guy in the prop department at Mommy's studio made it, silly." Mrs. Reinhardt laughed.


Faye frowned, hoping that her mind was playing tricks on her.


"Don't tell me you don't like your toy anymore?"


"I'm a grown woman. Why would I want to play with that thing?" Faye retorted with venom in her voice.


"You sure seemed to love it everyday this past month." The obese woman smirked.


"Month?" Faye muttered to herself in obvious disbelief. "There's no way."


"Yes, baby. You must not remember trying to run away. Mommy had to give you some medicine to help you accept your place."


"Yo-you drugged me!" Faye cried.


"I had to. You were so hellbent on running away that you were willing to run around in a blizzard in nothing but your diaper!" Mrs. Reinhardt explained. "If I didn't catch you...you would've froze to death in the woods."


Faye paused for a moment and thought back on that night. Her memory was a bit fuzzy, but she did remember sneaking out the front door wearing only a trench coat over her diaper before everything went black. She couldn't look up at the woman. As much as it pained her to admit it, her kidnapper was right. The exposure to the cold probably would've killed her if she did follow through with her poorly planned escape. 


"Look, I think we started things off on the wrong foot, sweetie." Mrs. Reinhardt admitted. "I know that you don't want to be here, but in time I think you'll learn to love it here."


"I didn't want this last year when I mistakenly walked into your office. So, I left and thought I'd never have to be subjected to this humiliation again. Then you had to kidnap me to get me back here. If that wasn't bad enough you drugged me to keep me here!" The diaper clad, bonnet wearing woman listed off her grievances. "You're a sick and twisted person! I'm never going to love being treated like your sex slave!"


"You're just ungrateful." Mrs. Reinhardt laughed. "I could've kept pumping your mind full of chemicals if I wanted a mindless sex slave. I am giving you a chance. Don't you understand what I want? What I'm looking for is someone who will love me back for all the things I do for them."


"You're not going to get any love or affection from me!" The petite bounty hunter shouted before adding, I'm not gay and i'm definitely not into any of this baby shit!"

"You really are a foolish little girl. Maybe I should just give you another booster shot and see what you think in a few months from now? Maybe I'll see you around Mother's Day?"


Faye's bold bravado melted as Mrs. Reinhardt loomed over her with a fierce look in her eyes. The woman meant every word of her threat, Faye could tell. There was no way she could escape if she was a drooling, chemically fried, baby doll for this monster. Thinking fast, Faye did the only thing she could think of.


"No, don't drug me again!" The diapered woman begged. "I'll be good! Just tell me what to do!"


Mrs. Reinhardt smiled. "That's much better."




To Be Continued...