Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Chapter Description: The final bet that will decide the fate of two lives.
Chapter 9
A few days later in the top floor of PharmaCorp corporate headquarters, three very different women met, gathered around a large mesh pen, peering down at the nearly naked man inside.
The first, the maiden- or at least maiden like- was Candice Northeaster; heir apparent to Northeaster Care. Still in the bloom of her youth she was dressed to lure the unsuspecting bees to her in negotiation with subtle hints of honey: The way her top showed a bit of cleavage and accentuated her heaving bosom. The way that even with the ankle length skirt, she used a belt to cinch it to her hips and wore heels so that all the right parts could be seen in silhouette. She was no crimson lady, no whore blatantly using her skin and seduction to get her way; but she was well aware of how other men, and some other women looked at her. She was possessed of much, but her beauty was the weapon she wielded best.
Candice looked down at the man in the playpen and barely recognized him. Not true. She recognized her childhood friend very well, but with him devoid of body hair and wearing nothing but a disposable diaper with infantile prints she felt like she was looking at a past version of him; a living baby picture.
Brittany Walsh, the second of the women, looked at the babied man and smiled smugly down on him. She was just over a decade older than Brittany but was already slipping comfortably into early middle age. Her gray skirt suit gave the air of femininity, but the way it hid any remaining curves over her skinny figure, and dampened her smaller breasts took away the most direct forms of sex appeal.
She had a different power. The power of her stance and her voice. The power of her glare and authority. Brittany Walsh was the matron and mother running her kitchen with absolute authority and men would beg her to shout them down and put them in their place, feeling fear and relief as she shooed them out while giving them something better to do that wouldn’t ruin dinner.
The third was Mrs. Northeaster. Her daughter, now a grown woman, and her years of first being a suburban mother and then a successful entrepreneur and venture capitalist taking a toll on her, she would not consider herself a ‘mother’ anymore. Her loose fitting pink pantsuit and flats were the most comfortable by far. Nor did she bother herself with any bits of makeup. She hadn’t need of it any longer. She was the wise old crone, always thinking, always plotting, always scheming.
In a manner of speaking her scheming is what got them into this mess. But ever wise, the Old Crone saw opportunity. A chance for success.
Crawling beneath them, wearing nothing but a diaper on his bottom and a pacifier between his lips, Mattie looked up in confused awe and wonder at the three women deciding his fate. He heard them talking, and understood the language they were speaking, but for some reason, the poor boy’s brain wasn’t translating everything. He could listen and translate, but he had difficulty comprehending. Almost like two parts of his mind weren’t fully connected, like his brain was a cell phone with a bad signal.
“What the fuck did you do to him?” Candice spat. She did not break her gaze, kept looking down at the transformed man in pity and horror.
“Heather,” Miss Walsh said, “Please tell your daughter to watch her language. It’s upsetting the baby.”
“He’s not a baby,” Candice snapped.
“He’s an adult baby.”
“Yeah, a quick google search says that a diaper fetish is not...not...this.”
“How did you do it?” Mrs. Northeaster asked, dispassionately.
“Suggestion,” Miss Walsh replied. “Hypnotism. Basic conditioning. A few special food additives. Subliminal messaging played in the office to make people more susceptible to it all given the right triggers. You know. The usual stuff.”
“Not that,” the crone said. “How did you catch him?”
The matronly Miss Walsh stuck out her lip in disappointment. “Oh. That. A twist on anti-hacking software,” she explained. “Our most secretive assets have special viruses on them. As soon as he downloaded and watched the first commercial, we were in more control of his laptop than he was. That’s how we knew you were involved; he kept trying to send you updates.” She turned her head and stared directly at Candice. “Taking down a scammer center in India isn’t bad, but this is next level stuff.”
Mattie whimpered into his pacifier. He didn’t quite know what was being said, but the baby felt like they were talking about him.
“It’s a shame,” Miss Walsh said. “If he’d sent the data onto you first before looking at it, you might be wetting your Surferz right now.”
Mrs. Northeaster nodded at the boy. “Such a shame. Cute though.” Candice bristled at that.
“Next time,” Miss Walsh said. “Just contact and bribe our employees. Less risky.”
“So where do we go from here?” Mrs. Northeaster ignored the smug look on her chief competitor’s face. “You were talking about a bet?”
“Yes.” Their rival said. “An opportunity, too.”
“What kind of opportunity?” Candice asked, arching a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
“Patience, Candy,” the oldest of them said.
“While turning your little spy into a big baby was a fun flex,” Miss Walsh ignored the brewing spat, “I’ve put myself in a bit of a corner.”
“You mean kidnapping?” Candice said.
The two older women laughed as though she were a precocious child who didn’t know what she was speaking of. Having roughly the mind of a precocious child, Mattie giggled too but only because the grown-ups thought it was funny. Was Candy a grown-up? She wasn’t laughing….
“Seriously though,” Miss Walsh continued. “I’ve started an ad campaign to abdl’s, and I’ve got a good start for a male model, but I don’t have any ladies.”
Candice was having a hard time taking her eyes off her old friend. “So hire someone…”
“Or…” Miss Walsh said. “I could outsource.”
“What’s the bet?” Mrs. Northeaster growled. “No more beating around the bush.”
“I’m curious to see how good Mattie’s programming is. I need to see how he responds to certain...stimuli.”
“What kind of stimuli?” Candice asked.
“How to put this tactfully?” Miss Northeaster said. “If AB means Adult Baby, I want to see how much of his is Adult and how much is Baby? How much does he now Love his Diapers? Get it?”
Candice got it. “You want to see if he can be turned on?”
“More than that, dear, but you get the gist of it.”
“Why?”
Mrs. Northeaster answered for her rival. “She’s turned Mattie into the kind of freak she’s selling to. If that anti-hacking subliminal stuff worked on him, she could find ways to get them all hooked and dependent on her stuff.”
“You always were clever.”
“So…” Candy grimaced. “First to make him cum wins?”
“Basically.”
“So what if we win?” Mrs. Northeaster asked.
“I’ll stop selling my ABDL diapers and you can have your spy back. We’ll say it was a prank.” Their rival said. “It might take a few years of therapy and re-potty training to get him back to normal...or it might not. Not sure. Don’t care.”
“And if you win?” Candice was having the hardest time taking her eyes off of Mattie.
“You’ll provide me with a woman model of my choice. I’ll get two big babies provided by your company.” There was a silence as neither Candice nor her mother spoke. “Okay. Fine. I’ll cut you in for 10% of all ABDL diaper sales so that you get less by walking away.”
Mrs. Northeaster perked up. “Twenty.”
“Fifteen.”
“Done.” The two business rivals shook hands.
“So how do we...you know?” Candice asked. “What are the rules?”
“No sex,” the C.E.O. of PharmaCorp said. “Keep your panties on. Everything else? I don’t care.”
“It’s simple, dear,” Mrs. Northeaster said to her daughter. “Make him cum. Do to him what you were hinting at when we started this plan.”
Candice shuddered. “Fine. I’ll do it. For Mattie.”
“Do it for me,” Mrs. Northeaster said.
They waited for her to climb over the low mesh railing of the adult playpen
“Ready…”
“Set…”
“Go!”
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Mattie giggled as Candy crawled up to him. “Okay Mattie. Let’s do this,” she said.
She started taking her clothes off. Just like Mattie did before bath time! But Mommy helped him with his clothes. Candy was doing it all by herself. What a big girl!
She stripped all the way down to her diaper, or whatever it was grown-ups called them and climbed on top of him. “Can you hear me in there, big guy?” He wasn’t big! He was little and he knew it!
Candy pushed him down onto his back like she was going to change his diaper for him. Maybe she was a Mommy. Instead though, she started crawling all over him. Candy in and started kissing him. Not like Mommy kissed him, there was something very very different about it. Something wetter. Something sloppier. Something harder about it.
She bent over and licked his tongue.
Whoah! Yuck! What?!
“Do you like that?” She asked. “Does it make you hard?” She leaned back and grabbed the front of his sopping wet diaper. “Huh?”
“Mommy?” Mattie asked. Was she a mommy like his mommy? Was she checking his diaper for him? Did he need changies already? All of these questions, and more, Mattie did not have the answer to.
“Ugh,” Candy said. “No. I’m not your Mommy.” She crawled off of him. “Come on. Let’s get this gross thing off. Think about me. With you. Remember? It’s me. Candy.” She started going for the tapes of his diaper, undoing them one at a time. “We used to know each other. We grew up together. We took baths together. You want me.”
She opened up the front of Mattie’s diaper and looked down inside.
“Apparently not, young lady.”
Mattie looked up at the sound of the two grown-ups laughing. “Grrr….” come on! “She held his penis in his hands and started moving it up and down. It was like wiping him but with no wipe. It was rougher, too. “You want me!”
“Urrr!” Mattie whined. “Urrr! NOOOO!”
“It’s not fair.” Candy said.
It was true, it wasn’t fair. Candy played too rough. And as much as he wanted to play with her, as much as he could somehow picture himself crawling over her and kissing her and licking her tongue, his body wouldn’t let him do it. The rest of his mind seemed repulsed by the idea. That’s not what friends did to each other. It didn’t feel good.
“Ginni,” the lady that Candy had been talking to called. “Would you mind coming in here? Bring a fresh diaper.”
Mommy came into the room with a diaper and some wipes. She climbed over the playpen and knelt over him, giving Mattie a boop on the nose. “Boop! How’s Mommy’s good boy doing?” She cooed at him. Mattie really really liked how Mommy talked to him.
Candy looked at Mattie’s penis. “Hey! Wait a minute!” She whined like a baby. “No fair!”
“All’s fair in business,” Mommy’s boss said. Candy’s mommy seemed to agree, though she didn’t seem as happy about it.
Mommy wiped Mattie with a nice clean wipe and then put a nice clean diaper back on him. It made Mattie giggle and wriggle his hips at the fresh crinkling. All the pleasure centers of his brain were being activated by the crisp fresh sound. “Do you want some cuddles?” Mommy asked.
“Yesh!”
Mommy gave him a big hug and whispered special things into his ears. Things that made his penis feel funny. Funny but in a good way.
“This isn’t-!”
“You had your turn, Candice,” Candy’s Mommy said. “Now it’s theirs.”
“Let’s let you nurse a bit.” Mommy lifted up her shirt and stuck a nipple in Mattie’s mouth. Her nipples looked a lot like Candy’s. It was the one major thing why Mattie had mistakenly thought Candy was a mommy.
“She’s not lactating just yet,” Mommy’s boss said, “the hormones haven’t kicked all the way in. But he likes it well enough.”
Mattie did, even if he couldn’t concentrate on what the lady was saying. “Let me check your diaper. For something else,” Mommy said.
Candy covered her own nipples “That’s not fair! I might have tried that. I was worried that he was so zonked out he’d bite me.”
“My baby boy won’t bite,” Mommy said. “He knows better.”
“Mattie don’t!”
Don’t what? Mattie felt Mommy start gently rubbing the front of his diaper. He hummed and gurgled a little bit. It’s okay, sweetie, just let go. You’re safe. You can make stickies.” It felt very nice hearing this. Mattie felt a pressure building up, almost like when he was about to pee-pee, but not quite.
“Don’t you dare!” Candy shouted. “Mattie. Don’t make stickies! If you do, you’ll never get to be an adult again.”
Mommy kept rubbing. Gently. Gently. He almost couldn’t feel her through the thick padding of his fresh diaper. But he could hear the crinkle. It was getting so hard to focus. And something was tickling inside of him. Something that desperately wanted out.
“He was never a big boy,” Mommy told Candy. “Was hims? No he wasn’t! No he wasn’t!”
“Don’t listen to her!”
Mattie knew better than that. All the disobedience had been taken out of him very early on. He wanted to be a good boy. ““Do it for me. Do it for Mommy.” He wanted to do it. He wanted to do it for Mommy. He really did and could feel himself bursting to release.
Mattie couldn’t help himself. Even as his brain yelled out in existential terror, not quite knowing that he’d betrayed and failed one of his oldest childhood friends, his member throbbed and convulsed, orgasming and spurting into his formerly clean diaper.
Mommy took him off her tit, laid him down and undid his diaper for him. “It’s getting absorbed, but it’s there.” She gestured to the front inside.
Tape him back up,” Mommy’s boss said. “Let him sit in it awhile.”
Mommy did. “Not a problem,” she said. “He just got changed anyways.”
Candy looked very grumpy. Maybe, Mattie thought, it was because she needed a diaper change too. The thin pink diaper she was wearing didn’t look very comfortable or like it would hold very much pee pee or poo poo or whatever was in Mattie’s diaper now. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.
“Well. Looks like I’ve got myself a new baby girl.” Mommy’s boss said. “Welcome to the family, Candy.”
“What? No!” Two big strong men came into the room and dragged Candy out of the playpen. “Mom! You can’t let this happen.”
“She did say she could pick.” Candy’s mommy said.
“And the girl’s a natural model. Don’t think I don’t respect the work she did in diapers the first time.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.” Candy’s Mommy walked up to her and gave her a kiss. “A deal’s a deal, Candy. Make me proud.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” She kicked and thrashed but the two men wouldn’t let her go.
“Don’t worry,” Mommy’s boss said. “We’ll find you a nice handsome daddy to take care of you. After some cartoons and songs and commercials, you’ll barely remember being a big girl. Then you and Mattie can play together again. Take some pictures. Sell some diapers.”
“Sell a lot of diapers.” Mrs. Northeaster sighed. “Just like old times…”
The two older women shook hands. Candy cried.
And Mattie? Mattie cuddled up to his Mommy. For some reason he couldn’t quite articulate he felt like he had done something wrong. He needed the comfort. Also, for some reason he was feeling sleepy.
“That’s right baby,” Mommy whispered to him. “You did good. Take a nap.”
So he did.
(The End)
