Corporate Takeover Pt.7 (Patreon)

Jack stared up at the seemingly never ending blue expanse above him in awe. The cloudless sky was peaceful when compared to the numerous giants shouting, swimming or surfing under the summer sun, at least, he assumed it was the summer sun. It had been winter when he and his wife were last on Earth, but his mind had lost track of how many months had passed since he ended up in this crazy dimension. His new home seemed to be a land of hot summers and brutally cold winters and the old woman with the shiny gold things hanging from her ears had flown them to the other side of the world. He wasn't sure where they were, but he had heard her talking about opening a new resort. Regardless of where he was, the sun felt nice on his skin; it was nice to escape the harsh winter.


The past few days had been quite a change from the near constant hustle and bustle of being the old woman's doll. He was still her "public image enhancement" and all that nonsense, but the general public hadn't really cared much about her new "kids" from what he could remember with his limited comprehension. Recalling the past few months was not easy for the man turned daughter, but his ignorance was truly bliss since the last thing Jack wanted to do was remember the past. Sorrow used to fill his every waking moment and now dimwitted laughter and joy occupied most of his time. 


Even now, he was gazing up at the sky in a blissful stupor. The weather was perfect here and the scenery was beautiful as opposed to the snow covered city that he and Kimi had been paraded around during the past few months. Wherever that Corporate dictator called home had an abysmal autumn season that probably became an even more brutal winter.


'It is so nice here.' Jack thought absentmindedly as he laid on his back on the sand.


An umbrella offered him and Kimi a bit of shade from the rays of the sun since they had been momentarily abandoned there on the sand. Everything seemed perfectly peaceful, but it was the waves lapping ever closer to their feet that caused him a bit of anxiety. 'Why my feet wet? My diaper is no wet.'


He could only hope, with his limited capacity, that the crazy old woman or, her demoted to diapers, secretary would come and fetch them before the high tide rolled in. It was bad enough that he couldn't even crawl due to the surgery they had both undergone all those months ago, but the drugs they had been forced to take had reduced their IQ to the point where they couldn't even consider trying to escape from the rising tide. The sheer amount of neglect and incompetence that he, and his wife turned "sister", had endured was immeasurable and borderline criminal. Technically, there was a way to measure it; the hundreds of pounds of weight the two of them had gained since being adopted by that cruel woman. 


Unbeknownst to the two beached adults turned obese, diapered babies, they had become Guinea pigs for the cruel CEO to test her latest products on.


"Ugh." Jack grunted as he tried to look past the tips of his toes. He had seen the ocean when he was first laid on the sand. He knew it was there, but couldn't see the ocean due to how fat he now was.


The two adults turned babies were now literally as round as beach balls. The near constant feeding had bulked them up tremendously to the point where neither the old woman, or her secretary could carry them for more than a few minutes before setting them on the ground or in a stroller. However, even the pink carriage seemed like it would break any day now after the weeks abuse it had endured from chauffeuring the two obese baby blobs. 


Thankfully for both Jack and Kimi the head of RnD, Rebecca, was brought along for their trip to the Southern Seas and had successfully explained to her boss that the formula was the cause of her baby's obesity. They were now fed a highly volatile formula that encouraged rapid bowel movements to promote weight loss, but the main side effect was mental confusion which Rebecca had yet to prove was linked to their mental degradation. 


The formula laced with laxatives was just one of the many experimental products that had been forced upon them.


At this point, Malene was happy to quit feeding them the fattening, protein laced formula that she had been giving them since day one, but the damage had already been done. Whenever anyone fed them a bottle, it would still trickle down their triple chins like a grey colored stream and drip down upon their sagging, bib covered tits. The married couple had been reduced to paperweights and no one seemed to care except for Rebecca. 


A listless breeze blew across Kimi's chubby face, the salty air that she inhaled reminded her that she was still on the beach. She must've passed out after being laid out next to her husband, the now obese adult baby realized. Her diaper felt moist, but that wasn't a surprise. The fact that her feet were wet definitely was a bit of a shock though. 


'Why my feet wet?!'


"Malene, you fool! Come over here and grab these two little zeppelins before they wash away!"


Kimi heard the familiar voice of that wrinkled old bitch shouting again. Even though she no longer had her adult intelligence, the hatred she felt towards that horrible woman still lingered, burning like a diaper rash.


The next thing Kimi knew she was being picked up by her primary torturer, Malene. Kimi could hear a grunt escape from the Amazon as the large woman struggled to lift her up. A small grin spread across Kimi's pudgy face as she was being taken away from the umbrella. It was the only good thing about being this fat; she caused her captors to hurt themselves more often than not when they tried to carry her anywhere.


'I hope miss poopy head went poopy in her huggies when she lifted me up.' Kimi thought with a sense of morbid satisfaction as a silly smile spread across her fat covered face.


Ever since the couch incident all those months ago, Malene had been on a very short leash. Another diaper changing incident a few weeks later, in the Corporate overlord's penthouse suite, no less, had gotten her demoted to diapers. She was forbidden from wearing panties, even when she was at home and, for the next twelve months, she would be forced to wear diapers. She was currently on month number six.


'Fuck! I hope no one saw anything.' Malene winced as she struggled to carry her overweight charge.


Even as she carried Kimi, Malene wished she could be wearing anything that would've been considered appropriate beach attire; a thong or bikini would've been heavenly, but no. She still had to wear her dress that she wore to the office since it was the only thing she had in her wardrobe that covered her mandatory, plastic backed underwear. Normally, her dress looked nice and stylish and didn't offer people a glimpse at her panties, but due to the bulk of her adult sized pampers, the hem of her dress barely came to her thighs which allowed her diaper to peek out at certain times. It became all the more apparent that she was diapered when she bent over and picked up one of the babies.


'Fucking Rebecca and her stupid material manipulation ray.' Malene mentally cursed her coworker as she lowered Kimi onto the sand further away from the water. 


Speaking of Rebecca, she was struggling to carry Jack over to where Malene and Kimi now sat. Well, Kimi was laying there, but that was pretty much the norm these days. Not more than a few steps away was from Malene and Kimi stood a stroller which contained a shrunken former photographer. Jaime, the Amazon who had taken the pictures only six months ago, was now the size of a Little after failing to deliver her new mommy a glowing article in an Amazonian parenting magazine.


"Hey, Rebecca. Why don't you use your magic ray and shrink the fat off these two whales?" Malene asked, her voice ripe with indignation 


"I've told you before, Malene." Rebecca paused to lower Jack onto the sand. "The ray doesn't work like that. It only affects height. I could make them taller, but they would still be overweight."


Malene sighed and sat there on her bulbous butt as her boss approached both of them with an apparent scowl. 


"You almost drowned my babies!" The irritable corporate tycoon shouted.


Even though everyone knew what her face looked like, not a soul knew what her body looked like except for her plastic surgeons. Well, those trusted scalpel wielding wizards had lost a client. In her quest for youthful vanity, the once older looking woman had discovered a fountain of youth.


Her chestnut brown hair was still in its trademark style and her golden earrings still hung just above her shoulders, but that's where the similarities ended. The over the hill, sinister senior citizen had been transformed into a youthful vision of beauty. She currently stood in front of her secretary and two bloated babies sporting a purple, string bikini top and matching purple thong which complimented her slender frame nicely. It was a far cry from what Jack and Kimi had seen a few weeks ago. Her once wrinkled covered skin was seemingly gone forever thanks to the miracle cream that Rebecca had repurposed from the company's "Little Rejuvenation" line of skin creams. 


"I was getting you something to drink!" Malene explained, trying to calm the youthful looking woman down. 


"Next time take the twins with you, you moron!" The bikini clad woman barked before turning her attention to the two beach ball shaped babies by her feet.


"Are you two okay?" The ravishing, thirty something looking lady asked her two dimwitted "children."


Jack watched his "mommy" bending down and adjusting her shades as she peered down at him and his wife. She had seemingly softened up a bit towards them over the past few weeks. He wasn't smart enough to understand that she was becoming a bit more maternal towards him and his wife, but he did appreciate her concern by making cooing noises. It seemed that whenever she fawned over him his mind became mush. He wasn't alone in this development, his wife was doing the same thing as the giant gazed at them.


It really was hard to believe that this was the same woman who had adopted him and Kimi.



Her hard nipples poking through the purple material of her string bikini had caught his vacant eyed stare, captivating him and demanding his attention. However, unlike any other man, or the woman he had become,  it wasn't because of a natural sexual attraction. No, just like any other baby, Jack was staring at them because he was thirsty. 


He had no way of knowing this, but he was becoming more infantile in his thoughts and mannerisms after every feeding of his formula. The bowel movements in particular really seemed to destroy his cognitive abilities. It was almost like he was shitting out a little bit of his brain every time he had a bowel movement. Speaking of bowel movements, his stomach was starting to gurgle and bubble thanks to the formula he had been fed roughly a half hour ago.


A loud fart splattered aggressively against his sweat covered backside as a sloppy flow of diarrhea engulfed his bottom. The state of his diaper no longer matterd to Jack since he honestly had no clue what was happening to his body. His bottom was becoming hotter and wetter with each passing second as the women who surrounded him stared at the baby blob in disgust. 


"Sounds like one of my babies went poopy for mommy! I can't wait to change their dirty diapees!" The CEO cooed with a smile on her face.


This reaction caught both Malene and Rebbeca off guard. Malene didn't really know why the woman was acting this way. She had known her boss for several years and had never seen her look so happy to be in the presence of a dirty diaper. 'Maybe the cold hearted bitch is finally going into mommy mode?'


As if on cue, Kimi let out a rather foul smelling fart. Her diaper simultaneously ballooned outwards with each gassy eruption that left her bottom. 


"Aww, right on schedule, Kimi." The corporate overlord grinned.


Kimi stared up at the woman standing over her, no longer did she know who she was. It didn't matter to the bulbous girl. The lady looking at her was smiling and that made Kimi happy. Jack too was incapable of comprehending who was talking. His mind was absolutely glazed over. He simply giggled at the sounds that the tall woman was making. 


"Malene, bring me two diapers." The bikini wearing woman held out her hand.


"I would, but we're all out of diapers." 


"You're a poor excuse for a secretary!" The lavender clad woman barked. "How are you so stupid?!"


Malene sighed. "We have the twins and Jaime now; That's three babies. We go through a lot more diapers than we used to."


"Oh, yeah. I forgot that Rebecca has to enlarge the twins' diapers to fit you." The CEO replied, causing Malene to blush as Rebecca and Jaime giggled. 


Malene shot Rebecca a quick look before responding to her boss. "It wasn't my idea to wear these ... things."


"I know, but you have to learn your lesson for ruining my lovely furniture, Malene." 


This comment made both Rebbeca and Jaime openly laugh at the diapered, big breasted Amazon. Even the CEO couldn't help but join in, giggling like a schoolgirl at her own remark while Malene tried to keep her temper from boiling over. 


"Alright, that's enough laughs, ladies. Let's get these stinky babies up to my suite." 


Malene sighed, knowing full well that her radiant bitch of a boss wanted her to load her two human beach balls into the baby carriage. She got up from her padded seat on the sand and proceeded to pick Kimi up off of the beach with an unladylike grunt. She carried the larger than life Little over to the pink carriage and lowered her down into it. With Kimi deposited into the carriage she turned her attention to Jack and scooped him into the air and placed him beside his bowling ball shaped sibling. 


Once she was finished loading up the twins, she scowled at Rebecca who was walking past her pushing an umbrella stroller that had the pint sized photographer strapped into it.


'That lucky bitch. She gets to tag along, get a free vacation and barely has to do shit except babysit the one baby who isn't a fat fuck.'


"Pick up the pace, you slow poke!" The CEO ordered as she strutted out ahead of Rebecca and Jaime.


The CEO and her entourage walked past numerous other Amazons who were either on vacation with their families or by themselves. The unmarried couples gawked at them because of how bizarre Malene looked pushing a stroller in a dress that barely covered her diaper. The housewives out on holiday didn't even notice Malene due to how obese Kimi and Jack were. It wasn't every day you saw two morbidly obese Littles being pushed around in a carriage by an Amazon wearing a diaper while being led by a woman whose body looked thirty while her face looked like a it had more plastic than on her chest. The whole group looked like a Circus coming to town save for Rebecca and Jaime who looked perfectly normal and appeared to be out of place.


As Rebecca pushed Jaime, she enjoyed the relative peace and tranquility of the beach. It gave her a moment to ponder why her boss' body reacted to the cream the way it did. 'The cream probably didn't alter the old woman's face because it was so preserved by chemicals that prevented her natural skin from being regressed back to what it once was.'


Rebecca sighed as her mind drifted away from the cosmetic application of her cream and shifted to one of her chief concerns; potential regression of her boss' brain cells. 'The cream is known to cause Littles to mentally regress if exposed to excessive amounts of the compound, but what if we're just as susceptible to being regressed as they are? Mrs. Schwartz had said that it was nonsense. That Amazons were superior to Littles and could never be broken down mentally like those oversized babies were, but I don't think we're all that different from these Littles...''


Still, Rebecca couldn't shake the fact that the older woman had been acting a bit differently ever since she started using the cream. She was more prone to maternal displays when she was around the twins. Rebecca gazed down at the poor soul sitting in the stroller; the Little was once a photographer and now she was pooping her pampers like the twins. The sight of the newly reduced Amazon made Rebecca wonder if her boss was simply becoming more maternal because she was adopting more Littles or if something more sinister was going on in the woman's mind. 


"Hurry up, Rebecca. You walk slower than my granny and she's dead!" The oddly exuberant CEO joked.


Rebecca looked up from the blushing tiny woman and realized that she had indeed fallen behind her boss and Malene. She couldn't believe that the waddling Amazon had passed her when she was thinking about her product's effect on the old woman's mental health. 


"Coming!" Rebecca shouted, speed walking to close the gap.


Jaime felt her heart start to beat faster as her four wheeled pushchair picked up momentum. The former photographer still wasn't used to being pushed around, nor was she used to her new crinkly underwear or her mandatory bedtime. It hadn't been her fault! She only took the pictures! Why hadn't the crazy old bitch gone after the writer of the article?! 


'Fucking Roxy should be sitting in this stroller, not me!'


Once Rebbeca caught up, the group walked into the lobby area where twenty people were standing in line. It was mostly Amazon families and their biological children, but one Little woman rested topless on her Mommy's hip. The Amazon mother was absolutely gorgeous and was probably a movie star or something. Nonetheless, upon seeing Jack and Kimi in their carriage, the stunning woman turned her body to force her adopted daughter to look down into the carriage.


"If you keep acting up, Mommy will buy a robot nanny. Imagine what could happen if Mommy is away modeling and programs the nanny to feed you more than three meals a day? You might turn into a big balloon like those two!"


Malene smiled and winked at the now frightened little lady clinging to her statuesque mommy figure. 


"Please! I'll be good! I promise!" 


Malene didn't hear what the model had said once they left the lobby, but she could only chuckle to herself at the power the woman wielded over her "baby." Littles after all,  had only been created to be an Amazon's property. They were nothing more than dolls to be dressed up and humiliated in public. She didn't care too much for babies, but she had been reading all about the latest cat and dog modifications available overseas in Erie and the like. How she would love to break down a little man or woman to be her pet.


The ding of the private elevator sounded, pulling Malene from her daydream and causing her to push the carriage into the elevator. Rebecca followed behind her and then the CEO joined them. No matter where they were the strollers always went in first as per the Corporate woman's order. She hated being surrounded by the damn things and, after adopting Jaime, she maintained that the babies were to be following her at all times. 


"Those diapers really stink." The giantess fanned her hand in front of her face.


In silence the women stood there, none daring to speak up and annoy the bikini clad woman operating the buttons. Malene knew better than to say anything. It had been her fault that they were going back to the penthouse in the first place. Rebecca had nothing to say and little Jaime could only hope that the wet squishy feeling in her diaper was only piss and nothing more. 


The elevator doors leading to the penthouse slid open, allowing the corporate matriarch to escape from the powerful putrid odor that had boxed the ornate space. She kept a brisk pace as she passed by the numerous doors that lined the hall. None were currently occupied which was just one of the many perks she had as the controlling investor in the resort. Her CEO status and the fact that she pretty much owned the resort allowed her to use the entire top floor so she pleased.


"Hurry it up, ladies! I think I feel a wrinkle forming on my butt!"


"Yes, Madam President! I'm right behind you!" Malene answered in an unenthusiastic tone.


"I don't think you're going to have any wrinkles for a while, Madam President. At least not for another month, if my calculations are correct." Rebecca stated. 


"Your calculations are wrong!" The bikini clad Corporate tycoon replied, stopping in front of the massive doors to her penthouse. "I've been using it twice a day and my face won't look any more youthful! Even my damn body won't get any younger than my late thirties!"


Rebecca couldn't believe her ears. She had specifically told her boss that the cream was meant to only be used once a month and not every day since that was meant for Littles. Although she wasn't certain about the effects, she had allowed the woman to try it, but that was after the old bitch had threatened her with her own material manipulator ray. Even after being threatened, she had aired on the side of caution and told the woman that she could use it maybe once a week at the absolute most! If she had been using it every day since they had arrived two weeks ago…. That meant that she was possibly causing irreparable damage to her body and mind!


"I told you to only use it once a week at the most!" Rebbeca found herself shouting. 


"Yes, and that silly recommendation barely brought my body back to its fifties." The bikini clad woman answered, striking a pose in her thong and bikini. "Look at what twice a day has done for me! Now, imagine how young I could look if I used it three times a day!"


With that said, Rebbeca watched her boss rush past her double doors, disappearing into her penthouse in a manic burst of energy. 


"Nooo! Don't use any more of that cream!!"


Rebecca rushed past Malene and the twins, determined to get into the CEO's penthouse and stop her from doing something stupid. One dose a day was bad enough and was the recommended usage to regress a little in both appearance and mind. Two doses explained her random outbursts that bordered on childish, but three doses would be catastrophic!


The scientist pushed open the double doors and gazed into the dark room. For whatever reason, the lights were out and the curtains had been drawn. It made sense, she knew that the older woman was rather paranoid about the paparazzi ever since those articles about her being a bad mother came out. Still, it made it impossible to immediately locate the deranged woman in this massive suite. 


Rebecca scurried around, feeling the wall like a blind woman searching for a light switch. In the midst of her quest for artificial illumination, she heard labored breathing. She listened intently to the breathing and walked towards it until her foot bumped into something on the ground. Immediately after touching the mysterious thing on the floor, Rebbeca heard the sound of giggling. She had no clue if it was one of the twins' toys or something else she had accidentally brushed with her shoe, but her curiosity was answered when Malene turned on the lights.


"Holy shit!" The big breasted secretary's voice filled the room as she shouted out in
shock. "Rebbeca, what the fuck happened to her?"


Rebecca stood over the fallen form of her slobbering boss. The once powerful woman was sucking on her fingers, her body covered in streaks of white cream that had been hastily applied all over her slender form from head to toe. 


"I think she's suffered a mental collapse."


"A what?" Malene asked from the front of the room, standing next to the carriage and Jaime strapped in the pushchair. 


"Her mind has mentally regressed." Rebecca answered.


"Wait? Are you trying to say she's retarded now?"


"I suppose you could say that she is mentally retarded. In this circumstance, it is definitely a more dignified term than what we tend to call a Little who has undergone the same mental degradation." Rebecca replied.


"Sweet! I'm pretty sure that means we get a new boss and I can finally get out of this stupid diaper!" Malene smiled, reaching down under the hem of her dress and ripping the ridiculous thing away from her womanhood. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that she's going to need them more than I will."


Rebecca ignored the sound of her coworker's laughter. She was too preoccupied with the image of her boss trying to suck her feet. 


"I told her not to abuse the cream. I tried to stop her." Rebecca said in a somber voice. 


"Who cares about her?" Malene asked as she started rummaging around in her former boss' belongings. "She was a bitch and got what she deserves!"


"No one deserves this." Rebecca replied in a quiet voice. 


"Whatever, help me find that cream. I don't want it to go to waste if some maid finds it after we leave." Malene explained as she moved from drawer to drawer in the nightstand. 


"Are you really that stupid?!" Rebecca asked angrily. "What do you think did this to her?!"


Malene recalled Rebecca being very standoffish about the old lady using that stuff. Malene may not have been as intelligent as Rebecca, but only a fool would think that a skin cream could do anything more than regress wrinkles. It was obvious to the secretary that the old woman had suffered a stroke or some kind of mental breakdown and Rebecca was trying to horde the cream for her own personal use.


"Rebecca, she was ancient!" Malene replied in an exasperated tone as she started digging through her boss' open purse. "She's probably seventy or eighty and suffered a stroke or is having some kind of massive Alzheimer's episode. I'm not a doctor. I don't know the technical term for it, but what I do know is that the cream can't regress an Amazon!"


Malene didn't know much about the product, but she had overheard that it was used to remove wrinkles and give Littles a much more youthful complexion when applied to their skin. It was basically Olay on steroids and, after seeing the stunning affect it had on the old bag of bones, the diapered secretary had been more than happy to sneak into her boss's suite to steal a handful of the incredible cream every night before bed and occasionally throughout the day when her boss bathed. She couldn't steal enough of the stuff to apply it all over her body so she did the next best thing and rubbed it on her face and forehead whenever she could.


"Ah, sweet!" Malene grinned like a fool as she pulled an open jar of the miracle cream out from the mentally regressed woman's purse. "Found it!" 


"Malene, that cream you're holding in your hand is from our Little's line of cosmetic enhancers! Mrs. Schwartz threatened to shrink me down and become Jaime's sister if I didn't make her a concentrated formula for her skin! That cream is designed to regress a Little's skin and, under certain circumstances like being over used, can regress their minds!" The irate scientist explained. 


"Rebecca, that is because they're inferior to us! They're nothing but our playthings and I'm going to rub this cream all over my body to prove to you that NOTHING can happen to an Amazon!" The big breasted secretary proclaimed as she started rubbing the cream all over her face.


"Malene!" Rebecca cried out in horror as her coworker started slathering the white chemical compound all over her face and chest. 


An unusual sound caused both of the women to become deathly quiet. It was the sound of a steady stream of liquid hitting the hardwood floor. Neither woman knew where the sound was coming from until Rebecca looked down at the floor in horror; Malene was peeing!


"Malene! You're pissing on the floor!"


Malene had felt her feet grow wet and didn't know what to do. She didn't understand what was happening to her; the more she tried to think about what was happening to her, the harder it became to even form a rational thought. Suddenly, she no longer tried to think about what was hitting her foot or what was on the floor. Her mind grew hazy as her giggles filled the room. Her bladder didn't hurt anymore and that's all that mattered.


A pair of spit covered hands grabbed at her ankles, reminding Rebecca that there was an Amazon sized bundle of joy at her feet, begging for her attention. It seemed to Rebecca that Mrs. Schwartz's regression had been a simultaneous transformation of both body and mind. She acted like she was no more than six months old at best and her coordination seemed to confirm that line of thought. However, Malene was still standing and looked like she was still capable of walking around. It was rather perplexing, but the scientist could only assume that since the cream had never been applied to Malene's legs that her muscles weren't regressed like her mind was. It made sense due to the fact that both women had been using the cream daily, but on different parts of their body.


"I'll have time to figure this out later, I have to get you two diapered before you do more than piss everywhere." Rebecca signed. 

 
A loud pair of wails came from the carriage in front of the room causing Rebecca to turn her attention to the twins. She walked over to the pink carriage and peered down inside at the two chubby girls who were sobbing and crying.


"I think I better feed you two after I diaper your mommy and auntie."


Another pair of wails, much deeper than the twins, filled the room as the two Amazon sized babies cried out in need.


"Fine, I'll just hook up the feeding machine and then call corporate. They'll know what to do."




To Be Continued…