Clown Dummy: Chapter 5
“Ladies and gentle-babies! Are you ready for the main event?!” stated Tina as she stood atop the long conveyor belt that led directly to the birthday girl, who was restrained by her high chair. “We have a special surprise for our guest of honor, Roxie the Clown!” The intern’s devilish smirk sent an ominous chill throughout Rocky’s body, as did the many claps and cheers from her adoring co-workers.
Opposite Rocky stood a contraption that Mark was vigorously setting up. He may have been a Big, but tinkering always brought out his little kid energy.
Meanwhile, Rocky wiggled in her cake-filled pampers as her patience was being pushed to its limits. Part of her wanted to feign resistance and pretend she didn’t want this, knowing she had zero chance of evoking sympathy. Regardless, she was far too excited and far too horny to pass off any sort of realistic performance. And she was a baby clown! Why shouldn’t she be excited?! She centered her weight over the Super Absorbers vibrators, which had yet to reach their highest settings, compacting the birthday cake and frosting beneath her booty.
Tina hopped down from the conveyor and marched over to where Rocky was sitting. She pressed a hidden button under the armrest of the seat. The high chair shook as the gears within its wooden casing sprung to life. A hatch opened up in the center of her seat, allowing for two Hitachi wands to pop up and kneaded themselves into Rocky’s bulbous diapers.
Rocky’s mitten-wrapped hands pressed hard against her mouth as she tried to keep herself from screeching with arousal. Apparently, the two vibrators that were already sewn into her diapers weren’t enough.
Shuffling over to face Rocky, Tina gave her a kiss on the nose before holding up a remote for her to see. “Don’t worry, I’ll be saving it for the perfect moment! I’m surprised Mark would ever trust me with one of these again,” she teased, flooding Rocky’s brain with memories of past erotic transgressions. Cackling, she placed a firm hand on the front of Rocky’s diaper and bit her lip, almost envious despite her dominant nature. Her idle envisionment of herself in the same situation only fueled her desire to torment Rocky further.
Rocky felt like she could cry. She was beyond flustered. It was like being tied to railroad tracks while the World’s slowest moving train rolled towards her at an unwavering pace. She reached into the back of her diaper and pulled out a handful of cake, nervously nomming on it with no hesitation.
“Finito!” shouted Mark, throwing his arms into the air. He looked to Tina, “I think it’s time to retrieve the ammo!”
Tina nodded and excitedly skipped over to where a large group of people were standing, “I’m going to need nine special helpers! Any volunteers?”
“NINE?!” thought Rocky, her heart sinking. What kind of ammunition would require nine people, plus Tina? Her confusion would soon be cleared up as Tina and her army of merry babies rolled in ten trolleys, each cart containing dozens of pie tins filled to the brim with a variety of creamy substances. Custards, whipped creams, and puddings galore! Her tummy grumbled, hungry for more!
The pies were carefully loaded onto the conveyor belt. At the end of the table, Mark pressed a few buttons on his machine as it whirred to life. He smiled crudely, turning towards Rocky and calling down to the opposite end of the conveyor belt, “Hey Pebbles, did you ever watch What Would You Do? when you were growing up?”
“Mmmhmm!” affirmed Rocky through a mouthful of moist chocolate cake, unable to not conceive why Mark would even ask that question. It was just a silly reality competition for kids. What did some silly Nickelodeon have to do with...no...nononononoNONONONO!! The pies! A-and the contraption! Upon a more thorough examination, she could faintly make out a metal arm. It had to be a catapult of some kind. Mark had designed his own version of the infamous Pie Pod! Her jaw dropped in shock from her sudden realization.
Mark’s heart fluttered when he saw his Little’s innocent reaction. He was going to gunge and splatter her with pie filling, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. He blew her a kiss and placed his hand next to the on-switch, “What’s a clown baby without her pies?!” He flicked the switch upward, kick-starting the conveyor belt.
Rocky watched with heated anticipation as the first pie was loaded into a slot at the end of the metal arm. It must’ve had a weight sensor since it fired its shot near instantaneously, with the arm spinning a full 360 degrees to set itself back up for its next pie.
The pie, which was brimming with vanilla custard, was launched toward Rocky’s face with pinpoint accuracy. It wouldn’t even matter if she tried to avoid it. The pie tin was nearly twice as wide as her head, ensuring complete coverage no matter where she stationed herself in the high chair. The creamy custard collided with her clowny, painted face, and dribbled down onto her fluffy outfit. Her bright red clown nose faintly honked as it was compressed by the force of the pie. Her silk-mitten paws pushed as much of the rich, delectable treat as she could. But by the time she was able to clear the space in front of her eyes, the next pie was already hurling toward her, smacking her in the face with no warning.
Feeling utterly helpless, Rocky held her hand in front of her face blindly, trying to block the next pie. Tina signaled Mark to pause the pie pod, quickly bolted over with a coconut cream pie in hand, and smushing it past Rocky’s feeble defenses.
Rocky squealed at the mysterious pie that seemingly dodged her hands entirely, but she got even rowdier when Tina grabbed her arms one at a time and shoved them under the high chair’s tray. She tried to pull them back out, but her range of motion was too limited.
Tina jumped back and made a show of dusting her hands off, “There, should've taken care of the big clown baby’s serious grabby problem from the start!”
All Rocky could do now was impotently moosh the diaper with her satin-bound mitts, making her feel even naughtier, as the machine sprang back to life with another yummy pie. She gasped as warm custard started to drip down into her buzzy pampers, which were held wide by the vast amounts of cake already stuffed inside. Each vibrating diaper began to steadily increase its pace, sending Rocky spiraling into a never-ending orgasm.
There was no more denying it. Rocky was a naughty, horny, empty-headed baby who wanted nothing more than for Daddy, Tina, and everyone else in the testing chamber to humiliate her with pie after pie, as cream coated every inch of her body. She let her approval of this whole situation be known, crying out, “HHHHMMMMM!! M-MORE…MORE PIES! AHHHH!”
Tina burst out into a fit of giggles at Rocky’s desperate plea. “Haha! What an absolute pie slut! HAHAH-MMMMMMFF!”
In Tina’s loud proclamation, she failed to notice Mark walking up behind her with a pie in each hand. He clapped them together like cymbals around Tina’s head. She spasmed in shock and dropped to the floor in a messy pile. The crowd went into hysterics over the troublemaking intern getting her just desserts.
However, while Mark was focused on Tina, sparks began to fly from his machine. The second he heard the gears grinding, he rushed back and powered down the Pie Pod. “Oh, come on!” yelled Mark as he leaned his head against the metal arm, “Sorry Rocky, looks like the fun has to end prematurely on this one.”
A wave of disappointed groans moved throughout the crowd, but clearly, the most bummed person was Rocky, who started kicking her legs like an impudent child. “N-no! Fix it, Daddy!” Fix it now!” she screamed, unaware of what a total brat she sounded like.
Even Mark was slightly taken aback by his baby girl’s rotten behavior. He smirked, curious if this was all a rouse to incur further punishment, or if she was truly throwing a tantrum. Either way, he couldn’t let it slide. If Rocky wanted pies so badly, she was going to get them. He addressed the party-goers, “Everyone, grab a pie! We can’t disappoint the birthday girl!”
Three dozen devious grins all turned in unison to the trolleys, where barely a third of the pies had been used. The carts were pushed closer to Rocky’s throne, allowing all of the guests to load up on munitions.
One by one, pies were launched toward the birthday girl. Rocky barely had enough time to take breaths between each pie. The machine had been relentless, but this was ridiculous. With so many of her friends in attendance, there wasn’t a second that passed where Rocky wasn’t pelted with a new pie. And they wouldn’t be satisfied until every square centimeter of her was coated in pie crust and filling. The increased rate of messy pies only served to fill Rocky’s diapers even more, rapidly pushing their internal vibrators up to the highest setting.
As the excitement raged on, Tina rose up from her puddle of pudding. She clumsily tried to stand but ended up slipping back to the tile floor, crushing the remote in her pocket beneath her weight while simultaneously turning the chair’s vibrators on. With no fail-safe, there was no way to shut off the chair without unbolting it from the floor.
Rocky’s voice cracked as her body was rocked by the pair of vicious wands that hummed audibly beneath her sagging diaper. The cream that had saturated her layered diapers softened them up quite a bit, nestling the vibrators even closer to Rocky’s clit. She bucked and swayed, her body instinctively searching for a reprieve, but none could be found. Combined with the overwhelming amount of pies being tossed in her general direction, Rocky hit new climactic highs that she didn’t even know were possible.
Mark’s eyes filled with mischief as the room became a chaotic disaster. He knew it was time for the finale. When he and Tina first got to work setting up this whole shebang, he knew a Pie Pod wouldn’t be complete without a Crowning Glory, which was a giant, slime-filled bucket that would gunge whoever sat in the Pie Pod with gallons of syrupy liquid. While he didn’t end up having materials on hand to recreate the traditional Crowning Glory, he decided to improvise with what he thought was a pretty innovative workaround.
Seeing as Tina was a little out of commission at the present, Mark pulled Ned aside to be his impromptu assistant, quickly filling him in on what the big climax was going to be. Ready to make the biggest mess of their lives, each of them grabbed one of the large, untouched sheet cakes and carried them up to Rocky’s throne.
The pies slowly ceased as they arrived at the base. By this point, there wasn't a speck of skin still visible on Rocky’s body. All that remained was a squishy, white blob.
Stepping up to his extremely messy little girl, Mark wiped handfuls of fluffy whipped topping away from Rocky’s face, allowing her to see for the first time in several minutes. She spat out a mouthful of foamy cream, wheezing from the ongoing pleasure that was wrecking her body, “D...Dada! I can’d...shtawp...da cummies!”
Mark leaned in and planted a big kiss on Rocky's big, red lips, not caring whatsoever of the sticky sludge that was leaching onto him for merely brushing up against his little girl. He then stepped back and held up the sheet cake in his hands, giving Rocky the chance to see her impending doom. “You see this baby girl? We ordered way too much cake for your party.”
Ned stepped into Rocky’s view holding an identical cake before both men moved to each side of her seat and winded back the cakes, “I think I know a way to put them to good use!”
Rocky closed her eyes and braced herself for the big one. Mark and Ned swung the cakes forward in unison, mashing them together with Rocky smack dab in the middle. Her body disappeared inside the plentiful pastries, engulfed within the wide cakes.
Unbeknownst to the other guests, Ned, and even Tina, was the existence of a spring-loaded trigger the Mark placed within one of the sheet cakes. This room was about to get a very messy paint job. As the cakes collided with Rocky’s torso, the plethora of balloons that had been fastened to Rocky’s grand high chair burst on impact.
The nearly 100 boldly colored balloons had been filled with various different colors of slime. Mark spent hours tying each one to the ceiling with a special tensile wire that was near invisible to any onlookers, but it was so worth it. He was determined to put the Crowning Glory to shame!
The gooey ooze cascaded down over the entire facility, and practically no one was safe. It was a sticky tsunami, blowing several people off of their feet and down to an even messier fate as the nearby floor turned into a swampland of rainbow-colored gloop.
But it was Rocky who took on the brunt of the explosion. While much of the muck was sent flying outward, the largest portion went straight down. The result was a gunging of epic proportions. She convulsed within a paradox of pleasure. Her shrieks would’ve shattered glass had they not been mostly muffled by globs of cake and cream. She'd survived mind-breaking orgasms with Mark, so her stamina was far better than it used to be. However, this was far too much. With no autonomy and no will to fight, she leaned back in her tall, messy tower, waiting for her Prince Charming to come and rescue her from her sticky fate.
Mark popped up from the floor, having been blown back due to his proximity to ground zero. He laughed deep and loud as he removed his now opaque glasses and placed them in his chest pocket. With careful balance, he got to his feet and trudged through the slippery ooze, making his way back to his little princess. He dug his hands deep into the caked-on cake and frosting, which was coated in a layer of whipped cream and topped with a brightly-colored slime sauce.
Rocky took in a shaky, ecstasy-filled breath as her mouth was freed from its sugary confines. As Mark finally freed her arms by removing the high chair’s tray, she weakly fell forward into his arms, their bodies squelching together. She giggled meekly, rubbing her mitten-covered hands all over Daddy’s slick torso.
Mark moved to lift Rocky up but found her still buzzing diapers were far too swollen and heavy. He laughed at how adorable she looked in her hypermessed nappies. With a flick of his wrist, he removed the tapes of her overflowing diapers, allowing her lower half to slide out of their slimy asylum.
At last, after an afternoon of intense stimulation, Rocky’s body was allowed to relax. Her princess parts may have been completely exposed, but it didn’t matter to her, as she stared deeply and longingly into Mark’s eyes. With trembling lips, she muttered, “Th...thank you Daddy...this was...beyond even my wildest dreams.”
Rocky’s heart-warming words nearly brought Mark to tears. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips, “Anything for you, my love. Happy birthday.” With his baby girl cradled in his arms, he headed off towards the changing rooms for a long, much-needed shower, as the lovebirds left a trail of carnage and messy destruction in their wake.
Tina crawled out from under the conveyor belt, thankful that she had time to take cover before the tidal wave of goo came crashing down. She looked out over the sea of moaning, groaning, and giggling friends, who were all recovering from Mark’s sticky surprise. As she watched the swooning couple make their exit, she licked the white pudding from her lips, before smacking them together with a satisfied grin.
“Mmmm! I love a yummy ending!”
THE END.