Keep On Working It, Baby! – Part Two

Thanks so much to Samantha for commissioning this second part to a fun little story! :-)

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I can't do this anymore. I can't. I simply… can't.

And yet somehow, time keeps on ticking. My gut keeps on gurgling. My breath keeps on shuddering and shaking its way in and out of my befrocked chest. And my feet are carrying me back, away from the shouts and laughing jeers of the audience. Legs spread wide… waddling… squelching and toddling clumsily back. Fleeing with all the mortified desperation of a little girl who has just had the most humiliating messy accident of her life – and right in front of an audience of hundreds of people.

"Oh, baby – that was incredible!" Of course there's nothing but delight and mirth in Lena's voice as she seizes my hand and tugs me, stumbling and waddling, back to the room that serves as my pastel torture chamber: replete with a changing table and crib and all the humiliating accessories that I have come to know intimately. My reflection is there to greet me too: shuffling forward in the floor-length mirror, her clearly bow-legged stance and tear-streaked face proclaiming for all the world that this little girl has had a most disgusting accident in her pants.

"You really sold it so well," she prattles on, and now she's tugging me toward the oversized wooden rocking chair in the corner. "Come on, baby – that was hard work, wasn't it? Time for you to rest and take a load off. Or wait… maybe you've already dropped a load, haven't you? Right into your-

"Diaper!"

A muffled, despondent wail escapes me as her hands clench on my shoulders, forcing my unwilling legs to bend and my full weight to settle down onto my filthy, poo-swollen, diapered rump. It squelches audibly around my ass as she leans down on me, and she's clearly relishing the look of nauseated, teary dismay that is written across my face. "Aww, what's the matter? Don't like the feeling of a nice, full diaper, honey? But you did that to yourself, baby! If you really don't like how it feels, surely you'd have tried harder to hold it, don't you think?"

But even as she's producing the metal and leather cuffs, ready to lock me into place astride the rocking horse, the door opens – and there stands Jeffrey.

"Hey, um… excuse me," he begins, and I can see his gaze fixing on me, a look of indescribable mirth and interest on his handsome face. "But I was told your model was back here. Allison- is that… you?" He's stepping closer, glancing now at Lena with questions in his eyes. "That's really her, isn't it? Allison Meriweather? Our old CEO?"

"Oh, no – at least, not anymore," Lena smirks, and now she's seizing my hand and tugging me back down off the rocking horse. "This is just our little Allie! Sure, she might have been a big old adult once upon a time, but all that's long gone. She's given that up now for good, haven't you, princess? Go on, baby – say hi to the nice man!"

I start forward at her command – and now the words are suddenly bursting from behind my pacified lips. "Pweevhe, Zheffwhee – pweevhe, ooo cahn' fhell a'yuhn! Ooo 'ahv mmooo ey'eeuh vhah vhey've vhunn oo eee…" Curse this wretched pacifier! But as much as long to spit it out and use real English to make myself understood, I also know full well that the very act would earn me enormous punishment. I don't even want to think about the hours I'll spend with a bar of soap clenched in my teeth, suds dripping down my front… Maybe with a massive enema sealed inside my aching gut, locked in place by a giant inflatable plug in my poor ass…

"Oh, isn't she cute?" Lena giggles, and now Jeffrey is starting to chuckle along with her. "Don't be fooled, sir. She signed all her control away to us her own free will, you know. She made the choice to chuck it all and reinvent herself as our submissive, pathetic little fetish model. So really, there's nothing we can do except humor her whims, you know? Here – watch this!"

Her hand is on my neck once more, and I crumple to my knees under her weight. "Crawl, baby," she commands, and in her tone I hear nothing but sadistic delight. "On all fours. Go fetch this nice man a cocktail from Miss Nora." I blanch at the order, seeing in my mind's eye the long hallway, and the massive reception room, and the bar behind which Nora is blithely serving up drinks. But even before I can gurgle out a protest, she's anticipating my resistance. "No clean diaper until you obey, Allie," she smirks… and so, with a sinking heart and a heavy, smelly bum, I shuffle dutifully toward the door.

When I return from my humiliating errand, crawling awkwardly along with a cocktail held in one hand, Lena and Jeffrey are already having the time of my life. "See? She's doing just like she was told! Fetching drinks for you, just like she always used to make others do for her. Isn't that a riot?" It is, Jeffrey agrees, taking the drink from my hand and gulping appreciatively at it. It most certainly is… ironic.

And now, as Jeffrey laughs and sips his drink, Lena glances speculatively up and down his handsome, slim frame. "Hmm… You know, it sounds to me like our little baby Allie here really wanted you not to tell anyone about how much of a pathetic, stinky little girl she's become. I won't get in the way of your decision, obviously. But surely a businessman as smart as you knows better than to simply give away such a golden opportunity, hmm?" Her eyes are twinkling now as she reaches down and tugs me closer, squeezing my cheeks affectionately. "Dear little Allie here might not have much to offer anymore besides a poopy butt. But her mouth still definitely works just fine. I don't suppose you'd like to promise her silence in exchange for a lovely little blow job, would you?"

Oh, god.

I don't know if Jeffrey was always like this. I suppose maybe so – after all, I still remember certain occasions when he made off-color jokes about some of the girls we employed. At any rate, far from being repulsed he merely grins wider and downs the rest of his drink. "Now that's quite the business idea," he chortles, but even as he laughs I can practically watch the erection hardening within his Armani slacks. "Far be it from me to make the first move, Lena. But if you think your little baby model would be willing…"

"She is," Lena assured him – and now she's plucking the giant pacifier from my lips, her fingers probing appraisingly around the perimeter of my now-vacant mouth. "There's hardly a moment that she doesn't have something stuffed in this warm little mouth of hers! So what are you waiting for? This is as private a room as it gets, hon. So go on – let's give baby Allie a proper feeding!"

Is he already drunk? Or just devious? I have no idea. But from my position on the floor I can only watch in rising dread as his fingers unzip his trousers, and he undoes his belt, and his manly erection springs free before my eyes. "Mmm, yes, just like that," Lena purrs, and now I can feel her fingers tightening in my artificial blond curls, forcing my head irresistibly forward. "Go on, baby. You know you want it. Open up for the nice man…"

I do. Of course I do. And although I want to blot out the entire memory from my mind, it's there still…

The rhythmic pumping of my drool-coated mouth around his cock. The scent of his intimate parts, half-cologne and half-body odor. The low groans he gives, and the sadistic giggles from Lena as she watches. The salty taste of his precum, and the revolting sensation of my own bloated, smelly diaper squishing rhythmically around my own pussy as I rock forward and backward, sucking off the man whom I have deliberately given all the power and wealth that once was mine…

At last, at long, long last, he cums: in a paroxysm of quiet groans and a thick, creamy spurting of seed. And for better or worse, he's had the decency to slip free and to let his cum spurt across my panting face, dripping and dribbling down over the lacy frills of my nauseatingly cute baby dress.

It's horrific, yes. But it's also exactly what it takes to earn me a diaper change. Which, blessedly, they give me. I no longer care that Jeffrey, panting and grinning ruefully at Lena as he buckles up his trousers, may see me. I've already been humiliated more than I ever imagined possible. So what if he sees my shit-covered nether regions, I muse up at the ceiling as those busy hands wipe away my stinking mess. So what? I honestly can't sink any lower.

"Well…" I finally hear him saying, above the rustle and crackle of the fresh diaper and boosters being positioned beneath me. "I do see that she's in very capable hands. I wouldn't have ever dared say this to her face before, but…" He pauses, and I glance over to see him grin and shrug over at Lena. "I think it's exactly what she deserved. And since it's really such a satisfactory arrangement…"

I shiver as the diaper pulls tight around me, sealing me once more into a fresh, infantile prison. "I think my firm would be more than happy to work up a contract with you all. Allis- I mean, Allie was a huge part of our corporation's history. And if we can give her what she needs and deserves – if we can support you and keep her modeling this kind of special baby gear, you know… indefinitely…" He trails off and glances my way just in time to see my slack, drool-covered lips drop open at his words. "It will be a win-win for everyone, don't you think?"

Indefinitely?! Forever?!!! "No- no! Please, god, no!" The words burst forth before I can help myself. "Jeffrey, no, please, I don't waahhmmmppphhhh-!!"

Of course I don't stand a chance. Not against the nurse's strong fingers forcing the ball gag deep into my pleading mouth. Not against the leather straps and metal buckles drawing tight around me once more. And definitely not against the discreet little needle that pricks my skin, sending its stupefying load of muscle relaxants deep into my unwilling system…

"She's such a character, isn't she?" Lena smiles, gesturing wryly at my desperate struggles. "Honestly, I think the movies lost out on a great actress when she decided to go into fashion." And as she takes Jeffrey confidingly by the arm and heads for the door, I hear her giggle once more. "Which gives me an idea. Jeffrey, I don't suppose you'd be interested in helping us land little Allie in a couple of specialty adult videos, would you? There's this one company that I think would be amazing for her…"

As the door closes behind them and their voices fade away, the only remaining sounds are the muffled gurgles of my sobs… the now-familiar crinkle of my fresh diaper… and the inevitable hiss and trickle of my weakened bladder into the waiting padding.

The evening – like my adult life – is over.