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Jessie's Accidental Adoption Pt.4
🕑 Added 2022-03-16 02:38:43 +0000 UTC The rest of the walk passed by fairly fast as Jessie sat in the oversized stroller and plotted her next move. She looked up just in time to see the front door open as Mrs. Devonshire pushed her into the manor, but they didn't stop in the foyer. They continued through the hallway until they arrived in the kitchen. The redhead gawked at the massive, wooden highchair which was equipped with dangling straps. The criminal knew it was futile to hope that she wouldn't be confined to the chair, but she didn't want to be fed baby food no matter how hungry she was. She'd suffered through enough indignities at the hand of this woman to last her an entire lifetime. "Stop fighting mommy, bubble butt or I'll blister your hide and lock you in your crib for a week!" Jessie immediately relented and let Mrs. Devonshire unstrap her diaper clad body from the stroller and strap her into the high chair. Maybe it was a test, but the large, rotund woman didn't restrain the redhead's hands. Jessie surveyed her surroundings and noticed that she could reach a skillet which hung close by the highchair. The criminal quickly took advantage of her captor's mistake and grabbed the skillet before Mrs. Devonshire could notice. "My baby is going to love her num nums!" The adoptive mother cooed and turned around, walking towards her highchair bound adult baby. Unbeknownst to the massive mother, Jessie held the frying pan underneath the tray of the highchair, waiting to make a move. The overwhelming maternal force scooped up a massive helping of cream colored baby mush from a huge bowl with a large spoon and shoved it into the young woman's mouth. A sudden conundrum surfaced within the petite thief; the baby food was absolutely exquisite! It was literally the greatest thing that the young woman had ever tasted! Jessie decided to enjoy the meal since she was practically starving and the food was so good. Hungrily, she licked the spoon after it went into her mouth, sure to get every bit of the baby food down her throat. She ate with reckless abandon, showing no sign of caution which ended up causing the mush to get all over her face and breasts. Regardless of that, she didn't know that the food was loaded with saturated fat, high amounts of carbs and protein as well as sugar, lots of sugar. If she kept eating this kind of food then she would surely lose her hourglass physique. Soon the bowl was empty and Jessie sat bloated, belly bulging over her pampers, content and dazed from the massive amount of calories she had just consumed. She still held the pan underneath her highchair's tray, but her thoughts were unfocused. She felt slightly drowsy and sluggish, like the feeling you'd get after eating Thanksgiving dinner or an incredibly large meal. It took a moment for her to pull the frying pan out from its hiding place which cost her dearly. She had been too slow and missed her opportunity to hit the fat woman when she swung her household weapon. 'Quit moving around you overweight Slaking!' The bloated thief struggled to hide the pan again as her captor returned with another huge bowl filled with the same delicious mush. "Please. No more." Jessie pleaded, "I'm full!" "I guess you're just not used to eating such a good meal. No wonder you're so thin and scrawny." The jolly mommy chuckled as she pinched Jessie's cheek. The diapered thief groaned from the infantile teasing as the stinging pain in her face from the pinching lingered. All she wanted to do was deck this crazy lady with the pan and grab the stone, but now she was feeling too lethargic from eating the thick baby food to do it fast enough. She'd have to do it when the Whalelord of a woman turned away again, but her patience was wearing thin. Luckily for the diapered criminal, she'd get another chance to swing the skillet soon. "I'll stop feeding you your lunch if you drink your baba." Mrs. Devonshire grinned at how well her new baby was behaving and steered herself away from Jessie and walked towards the fridge to retrieve the bottle of baby formula. *SWUSH* The engorged, diaper clad criminal missed her target yet again and started to feel her blood boil. She decided to just throw the pan as hard as she could across the kitchen to try and knock the fat woman out. Jessie brought the skillet behind her head and hurled it forward as hard as she could. The pan coasted through the air, but didn't have the distance the young woman desired. It fell right behind Mrs. Devonshire's high heels creating a loud, metallic crash that startled the large woman. "Oh I see how it is. You're grounded you little brat!" ------ A few weeks later Jessie found herself being let out of her crib by her adoptive mother. Her legs felt weak and almost foriegn to her due to being kept captive in the cramped baby bed, locked within. Such inactivity had given her thighs more mass since the only thing she had been allowed to eat was the fattening baby formula which was fed to her via a baby bottle. The young thief had realized during her punishment that being a baby was no different than being a prisoner, except prisoners didn't get diaper rash. Nothing personified her imprisonment more than looking out through the wooden bars when Mr. Devonshire would occasionally visit her while his wife was in town. He would spend his time teasing her with the prized gem held out in front of her, just far enough away for her to never be able to grab it; basically it was a morbid baby game that reminded her of how pathetic she was. Still, the young thief never indulged him. She knew she couldn't reach it and, even if she did, what would she have done with it if she did grab it? Get spanked again by his overbearing wife? "I hope that you have learned your lesson, chubby cheeks. Mommy was going to spoil you rotten, but you had to test me, didn't you?" The diapered girl looked down and nodded out of shame. She wasn't ashamed of what she did. No, she was ashamed and disappointed that she had been caught. If only she had just been more patient, things might very well have ended differently. Now she found herself being lowered onto the changing table for another diaper change. Jessie remembered back to the last day she was somewhat free as her rear end was being wiped clean. The highchair feeding had ended with her being spanked, given an enema and forced to lay in that horrible crib for hours before she was even given a bottle of milk. Her skin had quickly grown quite irritated from being forced to soak in her wet and messy pampers. One diaper change a day was practically a gift from her new mother, but it wasn't enough to prevent the rash which currently tormented the young woman. "Poor baby has a nasty diaper rash!" Mrs. Devonshire declared. She didn't waste any time removing the soiled disposable and replacing it with a slightly thinner daytime diaper. Her adult baby had been kept in the night time version for almost two weeks now and the massive mother almost decided against putting her adopted adult baby into a slightly thinner diaper. The reason she finally dressed her big baby in a daytime diaper was because she wanted to let her girl get a little exercise today; first up on the schedule would be a nice ride on her new rocking Ponyta. "Now let's break in your new toy!" The large woman cheered as she lifted a confused Jessie from the changing table and plopped her down on the nearby rocking toy. "You've got to be kidding me. This hurts so much!' Jessie winced in pain from her fire engine red rash which was rocked back and forth against a thinner diaper and the stiff, wooden frame of the faux Pokemon. The young criminal never would say it out loud, but she was willing to beg for a thicker diaper since it would've cushioned her lower half better. However, that wasn't an option so she maintained her angry gaze at Mrs. Devonshire while the woman pulled out her phone and started filming her. Jessie couldn't help but blush; The crazy bitch was recording her infantile pony ride on a cell phone! After a few agonizing minutes, the redhead was lifted from the Ponyta and embraced by her captor. The large woman's bosom enveloped Jessie's face while Mrs. Devonshire breathed in the scent of the smaller woman. "Pew!" Exclaimed the adoptive mother after smelling Jessie's hair. "Someone needs a bath!" A few weeks ago Jessie would have scowled and fought back but she was actually looking forward to the prospect of soaking in warm, sudsy water. She realized that it had probably been months since her last proper bath. The life she had led up until arriving at this manor was hectic and lacked luxuries. Not only that, but she had lost track of how long she had been imprisoned in this infantile room. While the diapered woman was deep in thought, Mrs. Devonshire had gone down the hall with her adopted adult baby on her hip and entered a lavishly decorated bathroom. His and hers sinks framed by a marble countertop stood to her left with twin mirrors towering above the sinks. Jessie found herself sat next to a porcelain throne which reminded her of everything she had lost since being adopted by this psycho. Jessie looked away from the toilet and gazed at the tub longingly as her new mother walked up to it and turned the knobs, seeking out just the right balance of hot and cold. Soon the criminal found her new diaper being ripped from her waist and lowered into the tranquil bath water. The young woman laid back and felt instantly at ease, a deep feeling of relaxation enveloped her spirit. She inwardly knew that she could learn to love this, to be waited on hand and foot by someone else. However, she would have to give up her freedom and her sense of control and that was never going to happen. 'I may be worthy of being worshiped, but not like this. This isn't the type of pampering any woman should have to put up with.' Still, she didn't hesitate or try to rebel when her captor took a lathered up wash cloth to her armpits and ran it over the rest of her body. She blushed slightly as her jailer took the cloth below the water's surface and caressed her slit and butt with it. Her embarrassment changed to a feeling of intense pain. 'Oh, Arceus!!' "Please, my skin really hurts." Jessie whined. "I'm sorry to hear that, but you earned it with your behavior, little girl." Jessie laid there in the water and tried to ignore the obese housewife as the larger woman went into great detail about why the rash was for the young woman's own good and how it would remind the girl what happened to bad girls. Mrs. Devinshire immediately stopped talking when she saw the look in Jessie's eyes; she was truly sorry. Jessie grinned internally when the fat Slaking of a woman ceased chastising her and went back to washing her. Utilizing her puppy dog eyes had served her well over the years and were one of the reasons she had stayed out of trouble with the boss; Jessie knew that she was the best actress amongst the ranks of Team Rocket. At least, that's what she told herself whenever anyone took pity on her or she managed to get her way. Mrs. Devinshire stopped washing Jessie's crotch. "I suppose that I can allow you some nakie time outside." "You expect me to go outside like this; naked?" Jessie questioned. "Yes. Now hush!" The large woman scooped up her charge and dried her adult baby off with thick, cotton towels. Scrubbed from head to toe by the fluffy towels, Jessie was soon dry and being carried down the stairs and through the house. The diapered criminal could only hope that outside didn't mean another trip around town in the stroller while nude. Jessie caught sight of the light pouring through a bank of windows which stood prominently in a large room she had never been in before. The windows could be opened once you had drawn back the curtains which it looked like Mr. Devinshire had done so while they were in the bathroom. The room allowed access to the sprawling grassland of the backyard which captivated Jessie's attention. She stared out from her perch, naked on Mrs. Devonshire's hip, studying the layout of the land. 'There has to be more than a hundred yards out there!' She noticed that a few grand old Oaks were dotted about the backyard as she was taken out into the yard. Her obese captor carried her over to a huge, oversized pink baby swing. It was a plastic apparatus suspended by long ropes which kept the occupant suspended, but also allowed for them to be bounced up and down. Mrs. Devonshire took care and effort to slowly lower the nude woman into the enclosed seat, her chubby legs soon stuck out from each hole of the baby swing. "Bounce for mommy!" Mrs. Devonshire cooed, encouraging her adult baby to bounce. Jessie shifted her center of gravity and hopped up and down on her plump ass doing as she told. Claps of fresh pain rang out as her irritated skin slapped against the plastic bucket seat while her breasts jiggled. The massively obese woman clapped as she watched the thief repeatedly manipulate the swing, much to her amusement. Jessie grew increasingly desperate to be let out of the swing as the heat coming from her rash covered butt built up with each bounce. "Please, let me out of this thing, I'll behave!" "You don't have to bounce, but you'll sit there while I get your baba." Mrs. Devonshire smiled and walked back to the house. Jessie gazed out at the brick lined terrace which surrounded the property as she bobbed up and down in the bouncer. The young criminal realized that with the living room so close to an exit, she could have merely snuck in at night, grabbed the stone and vanished into the tree lined forest beyond the yard before anyone noticed anything. She had been accusing James and Meowth of orchestrating complicated and overly convoluted plans, but now she found herself guilty of the very same offense. Seated in an oversized baby swing, naked as the day she was born and she had only herself to blame for ending up in this situation. 'Where are those two idiots?' Jessie had no way of knowing that her teammates had watched the manor from one of the many trees close to the house for the last few weeks. However, at that moment, they were in town trying to steal a pie off of a windowsill. Neither one had any idea of what happened to Jessie since they had last seen her, but when they were trying to eat they had staked out the manor, waiting patiently for her to signal to them when they were watching the windows. Once again, Jessie's thoughts were interrupted by the mammoth woman who scooped her up out of the swing. She was quickly carried over to a small sandbox where she was deposited within its wooden boundaries. "Here, play in the sand and drink your baba. Don't you dare think of escaping or you'll be unable to sit down for a year!" Jessie nodded and quickly stuck the huge bottle into her mouth. Mrs. Devonshire seemed satisfied by how fast Jessie started suckling on her bottle and returned to the manor. A few minutes into her mandatory playtime, Jessie had an epiphany; Now was the time to act! She could grab the stone and escape! She quickly stood up and dusted off her bare,rash covered ass, trying to remove the few grains of sand which lodged themselves into her irritated skin before she ran to the open glass section of the living room. Quietly she tiptoed to the mantle and grabbed the accursed gemstone. The redhead grinned proudly as she firmly held the item in the palm of her hand. Not wasting any time, she sprinted back towards the window and darted out towards the trees. She didn't care if she was naked, it wouldn't be the first time the gang saw her in her birthday suit. Halfway through the trees, a lonely Spinerak dropped down from a mighty Oak tree in front of her. The startled Pokemon quickly used a Paralysis based attack which rendered Jessie immobile. The naked woman tumbled forward and hit the ground hard, unable to move a muscle thanks to the stray insect type. About a half hour later both of her "parents" had discovered her, lain out naked, clenching the stone firmly. Both Devonshires took turns scolding their bad baby. Spankings and other punishments filled the rest of the day. ---A few months later--- Jessie rolled off of her belly as she woke up from a deep sleep. Dried drool was spackled across her double chin as she tried to focus. She didn't feel like today would be any different from the last few months, but she was wrong. Instead of ignoring the young woman, Mrs. Devonshire quickly entered the room alongside her Graveler. The fat criminal was slightly caught off guard by the Pokemon's presence. Would it be utilized to spank her? Instead of a morning spanking, like every single day since her escape attempt, Jessie was carried by the Graveler from the crib to the changing table. As she was laid out onto the table, the young woman lamented on how fat she had become. At least a hundred pounds of pudge was now packed onto her thighs, belly and breasts if her increased size was anything to go off of. If she had to guess an amount for her new weight, she'd have to say it was close to at least two hundred pounds. It used to be quite a shock to the woman who had obsessed over her physical appearance. The last few weeks or maybe it was months, were a blur to Jessie. She drank her thick, creamy bottles and pooped her diapers when she wasn't being spanked. Her life had literally been a never ending stream of spankings, bottle feedings and diaper changes. Some bottles made her gassy and bloated while others made her slow and sleepy. Despite their effects, she grew to crave the two liter formula feedings which explained how she had gotten so fat. "Here, sweet cakes." Mrs. Devonshire gave Jessie the large bottle and the adult baby took it into both hands before greedily suckling on the nipple. The sweet contents within were quickly guzzled down while Jessie got her messy diaper changed. It was how her changes went; the bottle was both her meal and away to distract her. This time the bottle caused her to feel groggy and lethargic which made her space out as the Graveler carried her out of the nursery. These kind of bottles routinely put her to sleep but instead of waking up back in her crib the pudgy thief found herself outside much later in the day.Rays of light fell upon the pudgy thief as she opened her eyes, she was now outside and laying in the grass in just her thick diaper. Her adoptive mother was close by, sitting in a chair while she watched. Jessie, unsure of what she was allowed to do, got up onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the sandbox. She looked over her broad shoulder and saw Mrs. Devinshire was smiling at her. Crawling had obviously been the right choice and it was easier than trying to walk. Across the backyard, covered by a series of bushes and undergrowth, a pair of binoculars watched a fat Jessie playing in the sand. The binoculars belonged to James and Meowth, the latter of which couldn't believe his eyes. "She's as big as a Blissy!" "Why hasn't she tried to escape yet?" "Beats me. Maybe she likes it?" The feline Pokemon replied with a shrug. Before the two teammates could continue their conversation, a Ferrow landed behind them with a message in its beak. Meowth swiped it from the flying Pokemon before the mighty bird lifted off and flew away. "It's from the boss, seems like there's a shipment of Pokemon coming through the next city on the other side of the region." "What about Jessie?" Janes replied as he pointed to the large, diapered woman. . "We'll come back for her. Besides, she's obviously eating better than we are and we know she'll be safe here." "I don't think we should leave her. What if she needs our help?" "I seem to remember her saying that she didn't need our help." The End
