Daddy's Home - Chapter 12
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“Hmmmmm,” Daddy said, really drawing out the thought. “I don’t know. What do you think?”

He looked over at his two shopping companions, who were both holding very still and not saying very much. 

“I know you prefer the mixed fruit and the peaches,” Daddy continued, holding up one option of baby food. “But the strained spinach is so much healthier. I’ll just let you decide - if you want the fruit, just say so, otherwise we’ll get the vegetables.” 

It was a cruel trick. The Baby couldn’t respond, not with a gag in his mouth, hidden only by a disposable facemask. The Maid couldn’t, either, for that matter - and both of them were desperately hoping that the elastic on the facemask wouldn’t fail or slip off their face, since if it did, their matching gags would be exposed, along with the dried cum Daddy has left on their lips and cheeks before coming to the store. 

“Nothing to say?” Daddy asked. “Vegetables it is.”

He put the baby food in their cart, and kept rolling along through the store as though nothing were wrong. 

The Maid and the Baby both struggled to follow, knees trembling, waddling ever so slightly. The quart of water and epsom salts that they’d been filled with before coming inside was heavy, and bursting to get out the same way it’d come in.

If they could have protested about the enemas, they would have, but by that point they’d both been gagged. 

If they could have walked slower they would have, but the collars around their necks were tight, and led by a thin, almost gossamer bit of thread that Daddy held the other end of. It’d break easily, if either of them slowed down and fell behind, but Daddy has assured them both that if either leash snapped, they’d both regret it. 

Neither of them wanted to learn what that meant. 

“What’s wrong?” Daddy asked, as they moved at a slightly-too-fast pace through the freezer section. “Are you worried about the pup? Don’t be. I left the AC on in the car, and he’s listening to his favorite tunes. He’ll be alright.” 

That wasn’t what they were both whimpering and blushing about, of course. The Baby was more worried that people would recognize his shortalls and blue T-shirt - well, his blue onesie, though nobody could see the snaps that were over his thick diaper - as the obviously juvenile clothes that they were, and the Maid was worried about the same, except that her outfit was more in the style of a 60s pinup girl, complete with stockings and heels that made it especially impractical to waddle around. 

“Oh, is it the enemas? Don’t worry, your plastic pants will make sure you don’t leak,” Daddy said, loud enough that his voice carried. 

Both of them blushed, in case someone nearby heard. Only the Baby looked around, though.

“Give it a rest,” Daddy said, smirking. “Stop worrying about who sees. Babies don’t care if anyone sees what they’re wearing, or smells what they did to their diapers - And that should include you.” 

The shopping cart was mostly full. Despite all the teasing, Daddy had moved fast through the store, mostly being efficient and going through a planned route. They’d only been there for about thirty minutes. 

For most people, that wouldn’t be long at all. For the Baby and the Maid, holding their enemas in, it was an eternity. They were holding on, though - and if checkout lines were fast, they might even be able to get to the car before losing control. 

“Let’s go check out,” Daddy said. “I don’t think the lines are very long.” 

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief. They were going to make it, and-

“Oh, but first. Both of you need to stop holding it in the next five seconds,” Daddy added. “Otherwise, you’ll get a spanking right here in the aisle.” 

They both turned bright pink, but neither disobeyed, giving up the struggle and letting the enema flood into the backs of their diapers. 

Daddy was in control the whole time. Any possibility that they might make it out of the store without humiliating themselves was just an illusion. 

It was, always, up to Daddy. 

Daddy's Home - Chapter 11
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It was game day, and the living room was abuzz with noise. 

The TV was blaring, announcers keeping track of the game. Daddy and his friend were munching on snacks, cheering, shouting at the screen. Even the pup was getting into it, panting excitedly whenever their team did well. And, of course, the wet, sucking sounds of two mouths on two cocks as the Baby and the Maid did their best to keep both men watching the game happy. 

“Baby, keep up,” Daddy warned. “Use your lips.” 

He tried, but it was difficult to pay attention. He could feel the heavy, lengthy plug filling up his bottom, occasionally pulsing as Daddy randomly triggered it. It was allegedly there ‘to make sure he didn’t stink up the game room’, but Baby secretly suspected that he and the maid had been plugged just for the sounds they would make as the toys buzzed. 

Baby tried to work harder. He knew the consequences if Daddy didn’t have a good day. It was the Big Game after all, things had to be perfect. 

He tried to eye the screen. He knew if Daddy’s team lost, they’d be punished anyways, but he couldn’t see the score while Daddy’s cock was in his mouth. 

Next to him, Daddy’s friend grunted with satisfaction and the Maid let out a surprised noise, swallowing him down. 

“Didn’t I tell you?” Daddy commented. “Live-in maids make everything better.” 

He had to take a moment before pushing away, letting the maid wipe her mouth. “Right, well, I’ll be right back.” 

“Why?” Daddy asked. “If you need something, have the maid get it for you.” 

“I’ve got to piss,” the friend replied. “Where’s your bathroom?” 

Daddy smirked, pointing at the maid. “She’s wearing it. Maid, lift up your skirts.” 

Blushing, the maid obeyed, lifting up the frilly white lace so that her diaper became visible. She’d been double layered, to make sure she couldn’t possibly need a change all day. 

Glancing between daddy and the maid, he shrugged, slipping his cock down the front of the maids diaper. A moment passed, and then the telltale hissing noise became apparent, subtle beneath the sound of the game, and the maid’s diaper grew heavy and yellow. 

The baby could just barely see this, his mouth still on daddy’s cock. He knew Daddy had better willpower than him - if he was given this treatment, he’d be squirting in moments. Daddy could last as long as he wanted to, which meant that the baby needed to have incredible stamina to keep up with him. 

That was, of course, the point. 

Time passed, and the game continued, and the Baby’s mouth was starting to grow tired. Daddy’s cock was huge, and keeping the whole thing stimulated took a lot of effort. He did get a reprieve around halftime, but only for as long as it took Daddy to pee down his diaper, then it was right back to sucking, licking, and squirming as his own member strained inside its cage. 

Occasionally, his plug would start pulsing faster, eliciting whimpers that were muffled by how full his mouth was. Daddy didn’t acknowledge these sounds outright, but he smiled every time, and increased the speed of vibration even more before toning it down a bit. 

The guest had the maid go down for seconds and even thirds, but she got a break between each blowjob she delivered as Daddy’s friend recovered. The Baby got no such reprieve, only chastising comments whenever he started to slow down. 

Baby wasn’t sure how long he’d been sucking when, finally, he felt the cock in his mouth start to quiver and then, mercifully, felt something hot spray down the back of his throat. Moaning in exhausted relief, he sucked down a little longer, riding out Daddy’s orgasm, ecstatic for it to be done. Behind him, he heard cheers from the TV as their team won the game, and he felt Daddy’s hand press down on his head with a pleased sort of gentle pressure. 

Thirty seconds passed, and the Baby was finally allowed to pull away, cum dripping from his lips. Daddy gently nodded towards the bottle of milk on the table and Baby took a drink, thirsty and exhausted, grateful for the relief. 

“Good job, baby,” Daddy said, simply. “Now, the second game starts in thirty minutes, so help the Maid refill our snacks and be sure to drink plenty of water before it begins.”

Daddy's Home - Chapter 10
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“Fuck…” the maid whimpered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck- PLEASE!” 

Her arms and legs were bound in place, tied spread eagle on Daddy’s bed. She’d been told to be naked when she came to clean his room, but instead of being given an opportunity to clean, she’d instead been introduced to ropes that held her, naked. 

It had been her and her husband’s bed, once, a long time ago. 

She expected Daddy to use her as his fuckdoll - she certainly looked the part - but his pants stayed on. Instead, Daddy had brought out the toys.

Today, it seemed, was all about denying her pleasure. 

“I don’t think so,” Daddy said, pressing the vibrator into her, unrelenting. “I need to be careful with a big girl doll like you. If we always did whatever you wanted, the house would be a mess.”

She bit her lip. She could achieve climax if she let herself, but doing so would bring the whole world crashing down around her. The punishment for giving into her base desires without permission would be unthinkably harsh. “I’ll keep-” she gasped. “I’ll clean-”

“Not what I’m worried about,” Daddy said, finally pulling away the vibrator. It wasn’t a mercy, though, as he replaced the toy with his fingers, teasing her briefly before sliding inside.

The maid sucked in a breath. “Fffff-” 

“Don’t you dare,” Daddy warned. 

She didn’t, but she did scream, “PLEASE!” 

“And let you squirt all over my bed?” Daddy asked. “Soak my sheets and ruin the mattress? I don’t think so.” 

“I-” she stammered, struggling to find words. “What do you want?”

“I don’t want you dribbling all over the furniture,” Daddy said. “You insist you’re big enough for grown up panties, but you want to have an accident on my bed just because it’ll feel good.”

“N-no!” the Maid protested. “I don’t- I won’t-” 

“You will,” Daddy said. “I control your body, and I know what it’ll do. If I let you even come close, you’ll leave a puddle bigger than the Baby could make.” 

At the mention of the Baby, it clicked in the Maid’s head. What Daddy was driving at, what he wanted. “P-please, Daddy,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as he fingered her, fast and hard, pushing her self control to the breaking point. “L-let me have a diaper!” 

He didn’t relent. “And, what? You expect me to just deal with the hassle of diapering you, every time you want satisfaction? If I decide my fuckdoll needs a release, I have to go and wait for her to be diapered before I can do what I want?” 

“I’ll be quick-” she promised. “And then-”

“You’re expecting me to wait on you,” Daddy shot, plunging his fingers deep inside her, curling his fingers back to make her moan. “That’s not how this relationship works. When I decide to use my doll, I want to be able to use her immediately.” 

The maid whimpered, biting her tongue. There was only one way out of this, one way to end the torture and get a release. 

“Please, d-d-Daddy,” she mewled, straining against the bonds that held her firmly in place, her muscles tight and tense as she resisted, barely hanging on. “L-let me wear diapers all the time!” 

“Are you sure?” Daddy asked. “I won’t tolerate wastefulness. If you expect to wear diapers and not use them, fully, you’ll find that you’re sorely mistaken.”

“PLEASE!” she screamed. “I want to wear diapers, I’ll use them, I’ll fill them, just let me-” 

“Cum for me,” Daddy instructed.

She stopped holding back, her whole body tensing so tightly that the bed creaked as she gave herself over completely into ecstasy. Just as Daddy had promised, she squirted, hard, but she barely noticed, so wrapped up in the intense, mind-shattering pleasure. 

She didn’t hold back her deep, loud moan, and Daddy didn’t relent with his fingering, teasing and playing with her for a full minute, until her knees were shaking and she couldn’t breathe. 

Only then did he stop, pulling his hand free, climbing onto the bed with her. She was still immobilized by the ropes, naked, helpless, but he moved up next to her and wrapped his arms around her body. “Shh, little doll. You held on well.”

She panted for air, regaining coherent thoughts as Daddy held her.

“You can breathe until you’re ready,” Daddy said. “Then, you’ll go drink some water, put on one of the baby’s nighttime diapers, and come back and clean up this mess you made. And once that’s done, we’re going to test just how many times you have to squirt before you leak.”

Daddy's Home - Chapter 9
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“Happy birthday, my maid!” 

The Maid hadn’t been sure what to expect, but this wasn’t it. Daddy’s rewards always came with a catch, sometimes worse than the punishments. When he’d promised to give her a special surprise for her birthday, she was suspicious. 

The spa they’d pulled up to, though, looked pretty genuine. ‘Rainy Day Spa’ was on the sign, and the entrance smelled of incense and perfume. 

“There’s no trick?” she asked, even though questioning Daddy wasn’t wise.

Daddy beamed, explaining, “A friend of mine owns this place. You’re going to get the works. Nothing but the best for my Maid.” Leaning in, he squeezed the back of the Maid’s diaper beneath her skirt, adding, “They know about your special underwear, so no need to feel embarrassed.” 

“Wow!” Given how her life had been going lately, a relaxing day at the spa seemed like a huge relief. 

Pausing, Daddy raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for something else. “And what do we say when people get us gifts?” 

Oh, right. “Thank you, Daddy!” 

“I’ll be back to pick you up when you’re done,” Daddy said, retrieving his keys from his pocket and walking back through the entrance. “Have a lovely time, doll!” 

The Maid might have been confused by the pet name Daddy gave her, but she was too busy being excited for her spa day. She hadn’t had a proper spa day in ages. Since before Daddy came home, really. 

As Daddy left, a woman came out from the back carrying a robe and a martini, gesturing with the latter to follow her. “Come with me, dear, we’ll get you all taken care of.” 

The Maid greedily accepted the martini, sipping a bit off the top. Boozy - maybe even really boozy - with just a touch of lemon. Perfect. Her standards were maybe a bit low, since she hadn’t had a proper martini in a long time and couldn’t quite remember what a great one tasted like, but even with a slightly bitter aftertaste it was something worth savoring. 

Following the woman back into a massage room, she took another sip of the martini before disrobing. As much as Daddy has robbed her of her dignity over the past weeks, she felt no shame about taking off her blouse and skirt in front of a stranger, exposing her slightly damp diaper and even taking off her bra. 

“Should I leave this on?” she asked, gesturing to her diaper.

“We’ll get you changed before we go to the steam room,” the woman said, squirting coconut oil from a bottle into her hands. “Now, lay down for your massage, and let’s see if we can’t get you to relax a little.”

The Maid drained the rest of her martini. If she was going to get one opportunity a year to get a little tipsy, she’d take it - And, something told her, they would happily give her as many as she asked for throughout the day. This seemed like the sort of spa where she could get what she wanted, no questions asked. Laying face down on the massage table, she relaxed, letting the woman do her work.

It was magical. Already a little lightheaded from the booze, the Maid sank into the massage, feeling tension in her shoulders get worked out that she hadn’t realized was even there. She practically melted on the table as the woman rubbed out knots in her shoulders and back. It was a delirious experience, rendering her thoughts almost incoherent with relaxation as her conscious mind slipped away.

By the time she realized she wasn’t just relaxed from the massage, she couldn’t move, and her mind was in such a fog that she couldn’t remember why that paralysis would be confusing. 

“Can you hear me?” 

The voice came from a mile away, faint and distant. The Maid just let out a small, relaxed moan. 

“Don’t worry. You’ll be asleep, soon, and when you wake up you’ll be all better.” 

I wonder who she’s talking to…

…

The Maid woke up as slowly as she’d fallen asleep. She was lying on a soft, plush bed, silk sheets and downy pillows all around her. It was nice.

She wanted to get back to her spa day. I wonder if they have a steam room? She’d been excited about it. It had been…

Wait, did they drug me?

It only made sense, they must have. She had passed out in the middle of a massage. But why? 

Sitting up, she looked around the room she was in. Clean, organized, it was… a hospital room. 

Why am I in a hospital room?

Sitting up, she called out, “Hello?” 

A nurse showed up a moment later, holding a clipboard. “Oh, you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“W-what happened?” the Maid stammered. 

“Everything’s fine,” the nurse assured her. “You’ve got nothing to be worried about. Let me go get your Daddy, he’ll explain everything.” 

At the mention of Daddy, the Maid started to understand. He’d planned this. Maybe she’d done something wrong, maybe he just felt like punishing her, but he’d arranged for this… whatever this was… to happen. 

Swallowing, she waited for him to arrive, still feeling a little numb from the drugs. 

Someone knocked on the door and stepped inside. Daddy. “Morning, sleepyhead.” 

“Where am I?” 

“A little cosmetic facility, on the edge of town,” Daddy explained, beaming. “I realized something, a few days ago.” 

Swallowing, the Maid asked, “Um… what was that?”

“That no matter how obedient you are, you never would have been the perfect Maid,” Daddy explained. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong, there were just a few shortcomings that had to be corrected.” 

“What did you do?” The question was dangerously close to back talk, but she was starting to feel scared. 

“I corrected them,” Daddy explained. Walking over to the bedside stand, he pulled out a drawer and took out a mirror. “Take a look for yourself.” 

Hands shaking, the Maid took the mirror, held it up, and inspected herself. 

At first glance, she almost didn’t recognize her own face. Her lips had almost doubled in size, round, plump, and cherry red, as though she were wearing lipstick. Wiping at her mouth, nothing came away - the color was permanent. 

To match the lipstick, eyeliner had been tattooed around her eyes, along with eyebrow ‘makeup’ that was equally permanent, and long lash extensions. Even a subtle blush had been tattooed on her cheeks, a faint pink that blended into her skin. Combined, it gave her whole face a doll-like appearance, like a toy that could be found in the pink aisle of any department store. 

That wasn’t all. Looking down, she didn’t need a mirror to finally notice her chest - her breasts, already considerable, had gone up a couple sizes, and even beneath the diaper that was taped around her hips, she could recognize that her butt had been extended at least as much. She had been given proportions that were almost unreasonable, the kind that normally had to be photoshopped onto people for magazine covers. 

“I…” she started to say. 

“One more thing,” Daddy said, simply. “Though… you won’t be able to see it. Close your eyes.” 

Hesitant, but fearing the repercussions of disobedience, the Maid obeyed, shutting her eyes firmly. A couple seconds passed, and she heard the ‘click’ of a cell phone camera mimicking a shutter. 

“Here, you can look,” Daddy said, spinning around his phone so that she could see. The maid opened her eyes and looked, cheeks turning pinker as she read. 

Her eyelids had been tattooed, each with a word. Together, it read, ‘Daddy’s Doll’. 

“Now, everyone will know exactly what you are, and exactly who you belong to,” Daddy said, smiling. “You really will be the perfect Maid for me. Isn’t that nice?”

Throat dry, the Maid nodded, not knowing what else to say. 

“Now, I believe you had your spa day interrupted. Come with me, we’ll let you finish the rest of your birthday present.” Daddy offered a hand to help her out of bed. “No more surprises, I promise.” 

Daddy's Home - Chapter 8
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The Maid sucked in a breath, her sense of smell totally overwhelmed by the stink of a particularly full diaper. 

She hadn’t been allowed to change the baby for almost twenty four hours. That had made her suspicious that Daddy was planning something. Now, hands and legs tied to a frame on the floor, lying with the Baby’s diaper all but smothering her ability to breathe, she knew what it was he’d intended for her. 

Moaning, she sucked in another breath involuntarily as Daddy thrust into her. She couldn’t see him, not with her husband’s full diaper obscuring her vision, but she could feel him. Strong, hard, pumping inside her with a deliberate rhythm. 

She wasn’t going anywhere until he was done, and he was clearly in no hurry. 

At this point, she couldn’t even deny that she loved it. The association between the Baby’s heavy, smelly diapers and her own arousal had been ingrained into her almost as soon as Daddy showed up, and now just a whiff of him made her wet. Even so, having him completely smother her face while Daddy thrust into her, again, and again, was pleasure and sensory overload. 

She tried to push her hips into Daddy, to get a little more sensation for her own pleasure, but she couldn’t get any leverage with her limbs tied down and the weight holding her face in place. 

Her moans only earned her a little crinkly and squelching sound. 

Another thrust, harder, faster. Daddy was picking up the pace. 

There was just barely enough of a gap for her to suck in air, even if that air was dominated by a foul smell. She had to work to inhale, sucking in the diaper’s stink as she brought in enough air to keep up with Daddy’s cock pounding inside her. 

She gasped as he shifted tempo, going even faster, going in for the kill. 

Back arching, the Maid moaned into her husband’s diaper, her whole body tensing as she rode the orgasm. Daddy’s cock quivered inside her, squirting, pulsing, and then pulling away.

The maid collapsed, panting for air. 

…

“You can do it, Baby,” the Maid said, crouched next to her husband. “That’s it, just take it all in.” 

One orgasm just wasn’t enough for Daddy that afternoon, and he’d decided he wasn’t going to play favorites. If he was going to cum inside the maid, he’d cum inside the baby too. 

So, the baby knelt in front of daddy, still in the same mucky diaper, working not to choke on Daddy’s cock as he swallowed it down. 

“Shh, you can do it,” the Maid encouraged. Daddy wasn’t about to give advice, and if the Baby did poorly, both of them would be in trouble. It was down to her to make sure the Baby’s performance was top-notch. “Breathe through your nose, use your tongue.” 

The Baby squirmed. Unlike the maid, he hadn’t been allowed a proper orgasm since Daddy arrived, and being used as Daddy’s toy was clearly making him horny. There was nothing to be done about that. The Baby’s satisfaction didn’t matter at the moment, only Daddy’s. 

Daddy, for his part, was simply standing there. He was going to let the Baby do everything, and whether things went well or not depended entirely on the Baby’s performance. 

He made a little choking noise and stopped for a moment, catching his breath as he took all of Daddy’s cock into his mouth, sucking down on it hard. 

“Good,” the Maid coached. “You should remember what it feels like, right?” 

The Baby squirmed in his diaper, unable to grumble while his mouth was full. He didn’t like to be reminded of how little play his little caged cock had received. 

“Well, just do it like that,” the Maid said. “You can-” 

The Baby’s eyes bulged in surprise, and Daddy let out a pleased sigh as he squirted down the Baby’s throat. Now, he did move, grabbing the Baby’s hair and holding him in place so that he’d have no choice but to swallow it all down. 

They held together for half a minute before Daddy finally let go, pulling free of the Baby’s mouth. “Good job, little one. Maid, please reward him with a diaper change, why don’t you?”