Clown Dummy: Chapter 4
“Now presenting...ROXIE THE CLOWN!!!”
Burying her face behind the plushy, white gloves she had on, Rocky delayed seeing the jeering onlookers for as long as she could. Tina had stuck her in a stroller and was presently carting her out of the changing room and towards her co-workers, dressed up as the perfect clown baby. She wiggled her double-diapered butt, unable to stop herself from squirming every which way.
Rocky could barely breathe due to sheer embarrassment, and yet, the way her lewd body was connecting with the low-humming vibrations of the Super Absorber XXX were driving her mad with lust. She suckled on her Nuk-10 paci with increasing intensity as the words of her colleagues filled her ears.
“Oh my goodness! She’s just too cute, I could eat her up!”
“Looks like we have a clown baby after all!”
“To think there was a time when Rocky seemed the most mature of all of us!”
Unable to handle the copious amounts of teasing, Rocky’s hands moved from her face to her ears, which were nearly as red as her face. This would turn out to be an even bigger mistake as the crowd around her doubled over with laughter upon seeing her clown cosmetics up close and unobstructed.
Tina reached down and held Rocky’s hands up high, preventing her from taking any cover. She swung them about merrily, like a marionette prancing about on strings. “Roxie thought she could hide in the changing room all by her silly self, but I think she’s far too adorable and certainly far too little to be wandering off on her own.” She released one of Rocky’s arms and grabbed onto her red rubber nose and squeezed down with high enthusiasm.
HONK!
That honk would be the final nail in Rocky’s baby clown coffin. Few had ever experienced an ego death as hard as she was feeling at this very moment. It was a level of unparalleled humiliation that caused an almost out-of-body experience. Her adult ambitions and insecurities melted away near instantaneously as if her brain had gone well and truly numb. This wasn’t your average, everyday Little space. This was...advanced Little space.
Giggling against her mouth-filling binky, Rocky cooed and burbled with her desires taking the driver’s seat. Her free hand waved around with next to zero motor control before plopping down on her diaper with a hardy thwap! It felt so unbelievably good. She moaned and pushed down again on the thick wadding, wanting to relive that first indulgence. Her pleasure only grew when Tina released her other arm, allowing Rocky to start masturbating with both hands. Her breaths became heavy and exasperated the longer she carried on. She was causing quite a scene, but she could care less. It was her birthday!
Mark walked over to Rocky, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “You having fun, Pebbles?” he asked, stifling a chuckle. He placed a hand on her stomach and started to rub in a circular motion.
Rocky squealed with glee from Daddy’s kiss and squirmed with delight from the ongoing belly rubs. The smooth, silky dress felt incredible as Mark’s hand caressed her tender tummy. She kicked her legs crazily, relishing in the loving attention she was receiving. The kind of love that makes you feel full inside.
PFFFFFFF!
A wave of laughter broke out across the testing chamber following Rocky’s thunderous toot. Even Mark could no longer hold it in, as he began to chuckle along with his colleagues. Rocky, meanwhile, had zero idea what was going on, but she was glad that everyone seemed so happy! She wanted out of the stroller to play with her friends and make them even happier. “Dah-dee?” she said, caring little about how garbled her words were due to the massive paci, “Can I pway?”
Mark was too awestricken to say anything at first, disarmed by Rocky’s insatiable cuteness. “O-of course, my silly girl,” he stuttered out, reaching into the stroller and prying Rocky out of it, which took a bit more force than expected, “Man, Tina really jammed you in there!” He set her down on unstable legs, and stepped back, ready to watch the baby clown's first steps.
The double-thick diapers already made it difficult for Rocky to gain her footing, and her foggy headspace wasn’t doing her stability any favors. After stumbling about for a few seconds, she tumbled backward and landed on her butt. The vibrating padding pressed hard against her sensitive bits as she collided with the floor. She arched her head back and moaned as she compulsively mashed her hands into the pillowy underwear. The crowd around her clamored even more at her indecent display, combined with the undeniably adorable sight of watching Rocky fail to stay upright like a genuine infant.
Rushing over to assist, Tina grabbed Rocky by the waist and pulled her up onto her feet. It took Rocky several tries to get her feet planted. Even once Tina had her standing properly, the double diapers she had to contend with were doing their best to throw her off by keeping her thighs at a disheartening distance.
Mark rushed over and gave his baby girl a big hug. He rotated his hold so that he was facing her directly. “Happy 1st Birthday, Roxie,” he said, looking into her eyes with pure affection. He pulled their torsos together and plucked the binky from her mouth, followed by a thick line of drool kissed her. He snickered at her and wiped off her spittle with his thumb. Whether as a clown, a baby, or an adult, she was the woman he loved without question. He leaned in and kissed her with fiery passion, knowing for certain that he’d want to take care of her forever.
After an unspecified amount of time, their lips parted with a cartoonishly loud smack. Rocky was a giggle machine as she swooned over her loving Daddy. “Hubba, Hubba!” She shouted as she grabbed onto Mark’s shoulders and returned his loving affection.
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The birthday bash raged on. Rocky, now Roxie the Clown, was the life of the party. She was waddling around like a kid on the craziest sugar high. She danced and sang in front of her friends, reveling in the attention and laughter she received. She was a clown, through and through.
“It’s time for cake!” Ned called out to his employees, wrangling everyone over to the long table at the center of the room. Several volunteers lined up to cut the cake and pass out the cubic pieces to the other guests. Rocky was given an extra special piece, larger than the others and topped with a large candle shaped like the number one.
Mark pressed a button on his remote and dimmed the lights so that candle would shine even brighter. Rocky was mesmerized, her heart filled with so much love and joy. And it only got fuller as her friends began to sing.
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday, dear Rocky!
Happy Birthday to you!
“Don’t forget to make a wish!” cheered Tina, as Rocky took a deep breath and blew out the flickering flame. The party-goers proceeded to give her a hardy round of applause.
With a plastic, baby fork in hand, Mark scooped up a sizable helping for Rocky, holding it in front of her eyes. “Open wide, baby girl!” he cooed as he fed the birthday girl her first bite of yummy chocolate cake.
Roxie clapped her hands together and wiggled in her throne-like high chair, while her friends all sat across the long table, their eyes glued to the most adorable Little they’d ever seen. Without waiting for Mark to prep the next bite, she reached forward and dug her hands into the buttercream frosting, grabbing globs of gooey cake with no regard for cleanliness and shoving them into her mouth. She savored the yummy, chocolatey flavor. After several more bites, her face and torso were practically coated in the mouth-watering pastry, and by the time she was done, she appeared to be wearing more cake than she ate.
The idle giggles from the peanut gallery were music to Rocky’s ears, as she assumed her co-workers were enjoying the delectable dessert just as much as she was. And while they were certainly enjoying their slices of cake, their giggling had much more to do with Rocky’s eating habits than their satisfaction with the food.
Tina, feeling extremely mischievous, walked over to the cake and cut a massive slice. She then carried it over to Rocky’s high chair and laid the single-use plate on top of the other platter the clumsy clown girl had previously emptied, “I bet you’re hungry for more, aren’t you?
“Mmhmm!” Rocky was elated, licking her lips as she stared down into her next slab of confectionary perfection. However, before she could dig in, Tina reached behind Rocky’s head and, without warning, slammed it down on top of the sugary treat, covering her entire face in cake and frosting.
Many people would’ve been furious over being pushed head-first into a brick of sticky cake, but not Rocky. All she could do was bellow out a childish laugh as she rubbed the loose frosting all over herself, “Hehehe! Ish sho yumby an messy!” she shouted, her mouth obstructed by the brown pastry.
“Oh my, but being a messy girl is so naughty!” stated Tina with faux outrage in her voice, “Don’t tell me you like being messy, Roxie?!”
Rocky was in stitches. The obvious coaxing from Tina was getting her wound up as if her designated changer was challenging her to get even messier. Her gambit paid dividends. “I wuv being messy! I wanna be sooooo naughty and messy! Hehe!” she shouted proudly for everyone to hear.
A long silence followed Rocky’s announcement as the testing chamber filled with anticipation. Surprisingly, it was Ned who made the first move, standing up from his seat with half a plate of cake in hand. “I think I’ve had enough cake. Now, where did I put that garbage bag?” He said, wandering around the table until he was directly in front of the blushing birthday girl. Smiling a crocodile smile as he walked behind her and pulled open the rear of her diaper, “Ah, here it is.”
Rocky yelped as the spongy cake fell into the back of her diaper, muddying it up with a different source than usual. She shivered with sexual bliss as she settled her weight against the messy load.
Tina returned to her seat, grabbing her barely eaten cake and making her way back to Rocky, who was growing hornier with each step Tina took. She was practically on fire when Tina followed Ned’s actions to the letter and added her leftover cake to the pile, filling her pampers with even more of the chocolatey goodness. It wedged itself between her legs, invading her diaper front which forced her to moan in ecstasy.
Soon after, a line of Rocky’s co-workers formed to deposit their scraps of cake into her ever-expanding nappy. Mark and Tina gleefully propped her up so that her diaper had plenty of room to grow.
Seemingly endless mounds of frosting and cake were shoveled into Rocky’s pants, surrounding her genitals and causing quite a stir. She grinded against her mushy mountain, hitting her first major orgasm of the day when the Super Absorber suddenly ticked up another notch due to the dampness of the moist cake.
With a sly grin, Mark looked over at Tina, whose mood suddenly soured. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a $10 bill, begrudgingly handing it to her supposed ally. He smirked, more than happy to take her money and knock her pride down a peg, “Told ya the cake would set it off.”
As the line emptied out, Rocky was now left with only Mark and Tina as the rest of the guests were now milling about. Using a towel they had on standby, Mark wiped the frosting away from Rocky’s eyes, “Are you ready to clean up baby girl?”
Wiggling in her seat, Rocky wanted to stay in her massively engorged diaper for as long as she could. The cake was just starting to warm up and melt around her legs, creating a soupier cake mixture that felt more akin to pudding. How could she want out of that already? She looked Mark in the eyes and shook her head no.
Tina placed her thumb and forefinger on Mark’s jaw and pulled his attention towards her, “You heard the little lady. I think it’s time we got the Pod ready.”
“The Pod?” pondered Rocky for only a fleeting moment, as she was far too horny to engage in critical thought.
Mark's trademark devious grin appeared on his mug as he turned back to Rocky, “I think you’re right, Tina. You clear the table. I’ll go get the machine ready.”
The power duo ran off to perform their separate tasks. While Mark set up and tinkered with something on the opposite end of the table, Tina recruited a couple of helpers to clear off the table. Once fully cleared, she then grabbed onto the table cloth, and ripped it off with a flourish, revealing what appeared to be a conveyor belt, and not a table, hidden underneath.
This wasn’t something Mark and Tina had organized on the fly. Even in Rocky’s clowny state, she was more than aware of the fact that they’d clearly had this entire scenario pre-arranged from the start. She didn’t really care, though. She’d never tell them to their faces, but she loved falling into their traps. Butterflies filled her stomach as she knew whatever awaited her would surely be one of the most pleasurable experiences of her life.
TO BE CONTINUED...