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.”