Clown Dummy: Chapter 1
“Happy birthday, dear Rocky!”
“Happy birthday to you!”
Loud cheering swarmed Shelby Rocky’s ears as she sat at the head of a long table filled with all of her co-workers. She blushed and wiggled in her extra-large diaper as a large slab of cake with pink frosting was placed in front of her. It had a large, 1-shaped wax candle on top of it.
“Blow out the candle, Rocky,” said Mark as he leaned in close and wetly kissed her on the cheek, causing his little bundle of joy to burble and squeal.
Rocky took a deep breath and let out a big puff of air, snuffing the candle's gentle flame. She clapped her hands together, noticing that they weren’t the size of her normal hands. Instead, her fingers were barely more than a centimeter long. She grabbed Mark’s hand, noticing that she couldn’t even fully wrap her pudgy hand around Mark's pointer finger.
A small amount of panic kicked in as Rocky started to feel overwhelmed. She looked out to the table full of onlookers, all staring directly at her at a downward angle, making her feel even smaller than she clearly was.
“Go on, eat up,” encouraged Mark as he lightly patted Rocky on the back a few times.
Rocky had to admit the cake looked super yummy. The buttercream frosting shined and glistened off the lights in the room. She couldn’t resist, as she licked her lips and dove in hands first.
Having no fork to eat with, Rocky plunged her little sausage fingers past the soft, creamy frosting and into the spongy vanilla cake. She grabbed as much as she could and quickly pulled her hands to her mouth. Her tongue was in heaven as it tasted the sweet, mouth-watering cake. She paid little mind to how much of a mess she was making, smearing the sugary substance across her face and arms. Bits of cake also fell onto her dress and diaper cover, covering her nearly head to toe in the birthday treat.
“Where’s the birthday girl?!”
Peering up from her mountain’s worth of cake, Rocky’s heart sank as she watched a clown enter the room, accompanied by a round of applause from Rocky’s co-workers. She sank in her seat, knowing she wouldn’t be able to avoid the clown forever. Still, she hadn’t quite expected the imposing figure to jubilantly dance across the room to stand over her.
The clown’s smile was unsettlingly gleeful. They wore a wide, puffy dress that stopped well above the comically large cloth diaper that they had around their waist. Grabbing a handkerchief from their chest pocket, the clown reached down and cleared the cake away from Rocky’s lips. “Hiya, silly Shelby! You’ve made such a mess!”
Rocky blushed as the clown used her actual first name, only then realizing that she had large globs of cake sticking to her face and hands. She looked for somewhere to wipe her grubby paws off, eventually relenting and rubbing them off on her dress. Her face followed suit, nuzzling into her sleeves for as deep a cleaning as she could muster. This caused laughter from both the clown and the crowd.
“Oh my! You just can’t help but be as messy as possible, “said the clown, encouraging the crowd to laugh harder. Even Mark seemed to be joining in. Grabbing the plate with the rest of Rocky’s cake on it, the clown brought the scrumptious snack close to her face, “Hungry for more?”
Rocky shook her head no. She could’ve eaten more of her cake, but she didn’t really want the clown to feed her. However, she had no idea how much she’d soon regret her answer, as the clown, in a very grandiose fashion, turned to Rocky’s co-workers and announced, “It appears the birthday girl is more interested in wearing with her food than eating it. What do you say, boys and girls? Should we help her out?”
The crowd roared with excitement. Rocky didn’t like where this was going. She moved to get out of her seat, but she was locked in place, nowhere near having enough autonomy in her current form. She leaned back and winced as the clown returned their attention to her, slowly moving the piece of cake towards her innocent face.
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“Thanks for coming over, Tina, I really appreciate it,” said Mark, as he handed a cup of coffee to his mischievous colleague.
Tina graciously accepted, bringing the fresh brew to her lips for a quick sip. It was perfect, exactly how she liked it. She sighed, “Ah, thank you, Mark. I needed this. And seriously, don’t sweat. I’m more than happy to help you plan Rocky’s surprise party.”
“Awesome!” said Mark in a half-whisper, half-shout. Rocky was still asleep in the nursery, and the last thing he wanted was to hear her waking up over the baby monitor while her big birthday bash was being discussed.
Tina giggled, “I can’t believe you let the big baby sleep this late, even for a weekend. It’s well past noon.”
Mark rubbed his hand on the back of his neck and sighed, “Well, she’s been really tuckered out recently. She’s been waking up in the middle of the night with nightmares.”
“Really?” said Tina, switching gears and taking on a more caring tone, “Does she know what’s causing them?”
She may act zany and chaotic when she’s messing around, but in moments like this, Mark could really see how much Tina cared about her friends. He smiled, “She won’t tell me about them. At first, I was worried it might be from the lifestyle shift, but she seems happier now than at any time when we worked together before, so I’m kinda stumped. Sorry, Tina. I know Rocky’s sleep problems aren’t why you drove over today.”
“Oh, stop it, Mark. I’m always happy to chat about all things Little or Big,” said Tina, chuckling at her own wordplay, “I can try chatting with her about it if you’d like. I’m good at keeping it casual.”
Mark’s eye’s lit up, “Thank you, Tina. That would be gre-”
CRACKLE
“Wait, shhhhh!” said Tina, cutting Mark off before he could finish showing gratitude. The two of them went silent and leaned into the baby monitor, hearing the faint sounds of someone mumbling. “Is Rocky...talking to someone?”
Mark snickered, “Oh, that’s nothing. Rocky mumbles in her sleep sometimes.”
Slack-jawed, Tina furrowed her eyebrows at Mark, “And you wait to tell me this now?! Follow me,” she grabbed Mark by the collar, pulling him out of the kitchen and towards the nursery.
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“N-nuh! Shtawp id!” shouted a very flustered Rocky as guests lined up to slide their uneaten cake into the back of her diaper, as her face was already well coated in frosting and bits of cake. The padding was now sagging down to the ground and beginning to widen out. Despite that fact, more and more guests came through to add to the pile.
The clown cackled, “Looks like your diapers are even bigger than mine. It’s almost like I’m not even needed!” The wicked jokester shoved his face up close to Rocky’s as he booped her on the nose, causing Rocky to grimace.
When Rocky opened her eyes again, she noticed something bright and red in the center of her nose. Not only that, but she was no longer in the body of an infant. Instead, she had returned to her current adult age and was wearing the same exaggerated dress that the clown was wearing. She pushed down on the front of her outfit, instantly noticing that she was wearing the ridiculous diaper as well. “Hehe! Now you’re a clown baby, just like me!” jeered the clown, much to her dismay.
The crowd around Rocky circled in close, all keeping their hands behind their back. At the center of the crowd were Mark and the clown who were whispering to each other. Mark turned to Rocky with a sly grin painted across his face. He winked, “Ladies and gentlemen...”
DRUMROLL
Suddenly, the lights went out. All around Rocky was pitch black. She rocked back in her cake-filled diaper, anxious for what awaited her in the darkness.
FLASH!
A spotlight shined down on Rocky and confetti shot off in several directions. She was sitting on the ground in the middle of a large red ring. Around the ring were all of her co-workers, each of them holding pie tins in their hands filled with a wide variety of creams, puddings, and custards.
Out of all of them, though, it was Mark, who stood triumphantly in front of her with two massive chocolate cream pies in his hands. “...allow me to present, ROXIE the Clown!” he shouted, finishing the introduction with a wealth of exuberance. He stepped forward into the ring and marched up to Rocky as the crowd could only cheer on from the sidelines, unable to clap with the pies in their hands.
Now within pieing distance, Rocky felt both terrified and absurdly aroused. The cake in her diaper shifted around as she squirmed in her seat. Her loving Daddy placed the pies on either side of her head, lining his face up with hers. “Happy Birthday, Pebbles,” he said as he leaned in and kissed her squarely on the mouth.
Their kiss was passionate and sincere. Rocky could’ve lived with her mouth pressed to Mark’s forever. It filled her with an insane amount of glee and intoxicating bliss. However, as soon as she felt Mark’s lips part from hers, a new pleasurable sensation rippled through her body. The pies collided like a cymbal crashing together, with Rocky’s head smack dab in the center of them. The chocolate cream and pudding splattered out the sides of the tins, sending bits of cream flying everywhere. Needless to say, she was messy from top to bottom.
As Mark backed away, Rocky meekly reached up and pushed the two pie tins off of her face, along with as much of the sticky whipped topping as she could. By the time she was able to open her eyes, she was greeted by another familiar face. It was her most consistent tormenter, Tina, who was holding a delightfully pink strawberry custard pie.
Rocky shook her head no, but Tina seemed less than compassionate, slamming the delicious custard into her kisser. She went to clear the messy sweetness away from her face again, but before she could, another pie hit her. Then another. And another. Before long, Rocky quit trying to clean herself, opting instead to cover her eyes and block as many of the incoming confections from crashing into her.
It was a pummeling like no other, and at the center of it was Rocky, who no matter how much she tried to deny it, was so turned on that it wasn’t even funny. She craved the attention and the depravity of it all. It felt so good to be so very messy.
The pie goop dribbled down her stomach and sides, further adding to the already sizable load in her pants. The diaper swelled bigger and bigger, absorbing all the creaming goodness from the impacting pies.
As her horny brain overrode her logical reasoning, Rocky stopped fighting the crowd and mooshed down on her taut, squishy diaper, sending shockwaves of euphoria throughout her body. She screamed as she came for what felt like forever.
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“Mo...more...pies...so...messy…”
Mark and Tina couldn’t believe what they were witnessing. Lying in her crib and subconsciously humping an oversized teddy bear in her sleep, Rocky was clearly in the middle of a very erotic dream.
Standing in the doorway, Mark was awestruck. Not only was Rocky into being an adult baby, but she was also obviously harboring a few other kinks that she’d never been forthcoming about.
Rocky moaned against the pillow, “C-clown...baby...hehe…”
“PFF-MMMFF!” Tina broke after holding back for so long, bursting out in a fit of giggles. Mark was luckily there to quickly cover her mouth and pull her out of the nursery. He shut the door behind him as quickly and quietly as possible, ensuring Rocky’s wet dream would continue.
Once outside of the room, Mark released Tina, who proceeded to cackle and wheeze from the shocking revelation, “Congratulations Mark, it’s a clown baby! Ahaha!” She prodded his side, trying to get a rise out of him. However, Mark didn’t react, as he was deep in thought. This brought Tina down from her hysterical high, as it was clear the gears were turning in this impish man’s brain. “I know that look. What are you thinking?”
Mark had a lot of things on his mind, but one word stood out the most. “Clowns,” he said, rubbing his chin, “Rocky’s afraid of clowns, at least that’s what she told me.”
“You’re thinking this is a repressed kink?” remarked Tina excitedly. She had so much fun ushering Rocky into the world of ABDL that the possibility of a sequel was titillating, to say the least.
Tina’s enthusiasm was clearly rubbing off on Mark, as the two were undeniably feeding off of each other’s masochistic natures. “I’m thinking, given how unforthcoming Rocky has always been about her sexual interests...” he said, a devious grin curling on his smug face, “...I think we may have to take this repressed kink of Rocky’s into our own hands.”
TO BE CONTINUED…