Big Daddy Chapter Two

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                                                   Detective Ramirez

“Whoa! Nice neighborhood!” Beth commented, ever the master of understatement. It was, of course, one of the most expensive districts in the state, consisting largely of palatial, colonial style estates, a few of them occupied by politicians and local celebrities... like Lynn, Jenna thought. Her sister had bought the house after her last book hit the bestseller list, and even after spending three days there during spring break, Jenna still hadn’t seen the whole thing. She was looking forward to fully exploring the fruits of her sister’s labor during the next week and a half. She signaled when she spotted the driveway.

     “This is the place?!’ Jasmine said, disbelieving. She knew Jenna’s sister had been on a hot streak lately-- but this place was ridiculous. The estate itself was huge, the grounds expansive and expertly landscaped. She spotted gardens, stables, and what looked like a tennis court.

     “Is that a pool?” Beth asked, hoping she could maybe do a couple of laps before dinner.

     “Uh huh!” Jenna said affirmatively, guiding the car down the driveway. “You guys won’t believe this place! It’s got just about anything you could--”

     “Um... is that a cop car?” Jasmine asked, gesturing out the window at the sleek, black sedan with a dome light on top, parked in front of the house. Jenna hit the breaks, slamming the car to a halt in the driveway, a cold fear gripping her heart. She knew, in that moment, that something had happened... and in some dreadful way, she knew none of their lives would ever be the same.

“Ms. Appleford has been missing for nearly two days now,” the maid, Karla, informed Jenna when asked about the police car... and why Lynn hadn’t met them at the door. “The detective has been looking over the house for...”

     “Are you this sister?” The voice coming down the stairs was brisk and commanding... the girls looked up to see detective Sasha Ramirez striding down the stairs, lazily flipping through the pages of a book as the did. Ramirez was in her early thirties, thin and fit, her curved, athletic body tastefully accentuated by the dark pantsuit she was wearing.

     “I’m Jenna Appleford,” Jenna responded, shaken. “Are you...?

     “Detective Ramirez,” she said, closing the book and offering her hand, which Jenna shook briskly. “When did you last have contact with your sister?”

     “I talked to her on the phone at the beginning of the week, and I just got an e-mail from her a couple of days ago,” Jenna said, wooden, still in shock.

     “That would be the night before she disappeared,” Karla prompted. Ramirez nodded, making a note of it on a small pad of paper.

     “I’m going to need to see that e-mail,” she said to Jenna, who nodded stiffly, distant. “How did your sister sound when you spoke to her?”

     “Fine,” Jenna said simply. “She sounded great in fact. She-- she said she had a new boyfriend... she wanted me to meet him.”

     “Any idea who this new boyfriend was?” Ramirez asked, Jenna shaking her head in response. “What about you?” The detective asked Karla.

     “Er... no ma’am. I mean... Ms. Appleford had a number of gentleman callers.”

     “I see,” Ramirez said, noting the maid’s hesitation. Was it professional discretion, a simple desire to keep her mistress’ private life private... or something more?

     “OK,” Ramirez said, making a few last notes, “We’re still waiting to hear back from her publicist... it’s possible she got called out of town at the last minute and didn’t get a chance to say anything. In the meantime, I’ll go through this diary,” she said, holding the book up, “maybe she mention something. At the very least, maybe I can find out who this mystery man is.”

He couldn’t fully enter into the real world unless he was summoned... but once he was called into a place, he could observe it... and even from his realm, Daddy could exert certain influences… especially here. This house had special significance, had been designed to precise specifications, all to amplify his  power in this world.

     The policewoman was an unfortunate intrusion, but not entirely unexpected. Daddy wasn’t afraid of the investigation, he knew no earthly organization or force posed any kind of threat to him. But the journal was a large part of his over-all plan... He had to try and get it into Jenna’s hands. He had to find some way to remove the detective from the equation. Furrowing his brow, he reached out with his mind,  reaching for Detective Ramirez with psychic fingers...

“In the meantime, stay-- Oh!” Detective Ramirez exclaimed suddenly, her hand going to her side as a painful cramp stabbed into her stomach. Absently, she set the journal on the table and touched her stomach, a strange pressure building in her mid section, her guts burbling and bubbling, and for a second Ramirez thought she might throw up... until she realized, to her horror, the pressure wasn’t rising towards her mouth... it was descending, plummeting downward, through her digestive tract, barreling at high speed towards her colon.

     “Detective?” Jenna asked, concerned, “Are you OK?”

     “T-t-toilet...” the detective said, sweating, barely maintaining her composure.

      “Pardon?” Jenna asked, perplexed. The seemingly cool, composed detective was suddenly acting very strange.

     “Please point me to the toilet!” Ramirez said emphatically, squeezing her rounded ass-cheeks together in her tight pantsuit, wriggling in place and trying to resist the urge to reach back and press her hands against her backside.

     Jenna and her friends exchanged a strange look as Karla led the gasping detective out of the room, a long, gross bubbling sound emerging from the seat of her pants as she left.

     “Did she just fart?” Jasmine said distastefully, and suddenly Jenna wasn’t feeling very confident about the investigation.

Ramirez trailed down the hall behind Karla as best she could. Doubled over, she clutched her stomach and squeezed her buttocks  against the cramps that were almost doubling her over and forcing her to waddle down the hall as best she could behind the maid. She was still passing gas, silent at first, but getting louder each time... and they still weren’t at the bathroom.

     “Here we are ma’am,” said Karla, managing to maintain a straight face as she opened the door for Ramirez, watched the detective waddle inside, and promptly shut it behind her.

Daddy watched, pleased, knowing that he’d pushed the detective onto his trap. It was a small thing to read her memories, discover her most intimately embarrassing moment, and force her to re-live it. Now he could get what he wanted... and have a little fun with the hotshot detective in the bargain.

Ramirez was about to frantically undo her pants, waddle over, plop down on the toilet and simply relax and release the boiling hell inside her... but something was holding her back. It was the strangest thing... moments ago, getting to a bathroom was her absolute number one priority... but now that she was here, all she could think about was something that hadn’t crossed her mind in years: a naughty little game she enjoyed indulging in when she was just a little girl, not long out of diapers.

     Ramirez couldn’t remember when she discovered the simple erotic joy of holding her bladder and bowels, but it was a pleasure she looked forward too almost every day at one point in her life. When she felt the pressure begin to mount, she’d sit herself on the floor in her room and rock herself back and forth, feeling it build and build inside of her until she had to rise and scurry to the potty... but even then she didn’t sit to relieve herself right away-- no, she would wait, standing next to the toilet, bouncing in place, the pressure getting stronger with each second, until finally she would have to reach down to clutch her front and back in one last ditched effort to stave off an accident. At last, when she couldn’t stand anymore, when the build-up inside of her was forcing out little sports of pee and making her pass wet, stinky gas that stained the back of her panties, she would quickly drop her britches and slam herself down on the seat, sighing as her mess exploded out of her into the bowl below. She finally stopped when her mother threatened to put her back in diapers if she didn’t stop staining her panties.

     Now she was a grown woman, strong, confident, holding her own and more in an incredibly tough career... yet she couldn’t suppress the strange desire to live out bygone pleasures-- that siren’s song calling her back into her past.

     She leaned against the sink and pressed her thighs together tightly in her pantsuit, squeezing with all her might. She stared at herself in the mirror, and part of her wondered what had come over her... but that part was distant and growing smaller as the pressure built up in her rump and she clenched her cheeks to hold back the pressure, savouring the slowly building, slightly masochistic thrill.

     And in the distance, far beyond human sight, Daddy sifted through her mind, looking for old memories he could exploit, massaging and squeezing her bowels with steely psychic hands. He’d already gotten what he wanted, she’d totally forgotten the journal, it would be a simple matter now to let her relieve herself and go... but he was having far too much fun with his new plaything, and watching strong, confident Detective Ramirez shed her adult responsibilities for the long forgotten pleasures of her childhood was just too stimulating to pass up.

     The pressure in her bowels built and built, and Ramirez found herself tooting left and right, the powerful cramps simply pushing out embarrassingly bubbly bursts of gas at random intervals. The mess was pushing up against her, her sphincter quivering, a dam moments away from bursting. Still Ramirez just clenched her cheeks, crossing her legs for good measure. She knew she was pushing herself too far, knew she had reached the point of no return-- she had just seconds left to make it to the potty, with little margin of error.

     But her trip down nostalgia lane continued, and she somehow remembered that her beloved childhood game was actually a later evolution of a previous game, one she played when she was just beginning potty training but still wore diapers. She was just learning how to hold it back... and how it sometimes gave her a funny, nice feeling inside her. she’d lay on her side, sucking her thumb, holding her pee and poop in with all her might... until her inexperienced sphincters failed and she filled her pampers, first with a hot gush of pee, and then with a nice, warm, stinky load right in the seat of her...

     With a shake of her head, she was back in the present. The pressure was building to a head, and she reached back with her hand instinctively and pressed it up against her ass crack tightly. She became aware that there was something in her mouth... she looked in the mirror and was shocked to see she was sucking her thumb. She was standing at the threshold, her self-image hanging in the balance. The next few seconds would determine the course of the rest of her life-- was she a strong, empowered woman and a tough police officer... or was she an overgrown toddler in a pair of poopy panties?

     And then, the decision was made for her-- her anus opened, in spire of her best efforts, and a hot surge of mushy poop came rushing out of her backside with a bubbly splat. Ramirez let out a gasp and tried to regain control of herself, but she was too far gone, her strength sapped by the struggle. Her eyes widened, and she unconsciously slurped her thumb as she felt her pants bulging and sagging behind her, the growing pile all slimy and hot against her butt-cheeks.  

     “UuuHHHuuuuhhhhhhuuuHHhRRRR!” Detective Ramirez grunted and groaned, her bowels cramping, a river of slippery brown mud forcefully, uncontrollably flowing out of her backside with a noisy, sloppy, flatulent accompaniment. Her silky panties were quickly filled to the brim, and for a moment, she thought they were going to overflow.

     But, just as quickly as it began, her accident was over. Ramirez was left standing in front of the mirror, her panties bulging, thumb in her mouth like a toddler. She spat it out, her senses returning, and she was left with the reality of what had transpired. Her bottom lip began to quiver, and the detective sniffled back tears, realizing what she had sacrificed.

Karla was standing nearby when she emerged, an odd smile playing around her lips. “Everything OK, detective?” she inquired, eyes bright and mischievous.

     “Er... yes... fine,” Ramirez responded, trying not to waddle too obviously as she slunk away, her cheeks going red when she realized how bad she stunk. She toddled out to her car quickly, sitting behind the wheel with a messy squish from the inside of her pants. With an embarrassed groan, she turned the key and fired up the engine, pealing out of the driveway and not stopping until she was back at her apartment and into a hot shower.